Chapter 1295 (1/2)
Chapter 1295: 419. Joint Punitive Expedition_2
And the true form of the Demon Brain Race was precisely these plump, soft, and squishy creatures that bore a resemblance to silkworm cocoons.
Even without Deconstruction at his disposal, Noland Lee recognized the origin of these creatures at a glance—there was no doubt they were of the Demon Brain Race.
But seeing the Dark Priest carefully placing the creature into a glass jar, Noland Lee instantly guessed what the others intended to do.
The Dark Priests were attempting to use the Demon Brain Race to control the brain tissue of Artificial Angels.
Once inside the jar, the creature wriggled in the transparent fluid, slowly moving towards the fresh brain tissue.
It swam around the folds of the brain’s exterior for a few laps before finding a suitable spot to burrow into.
Accompanied by a faint sound of skin and flesh tearing, the creature merged into the brain tissue, leaving only a shallow indentation on the surface.
About half a minute later, gray filaments sprayed out from the folds of the brain tissue, covering its surface with a layer of grayish membrane.
Waves of energy from Mind power emanated from the transparent jar.
The brain tissue, originally resting at the bottom of the jar, slowly and steadily levitated, floated out of the jar, shedding a few strands of water droplets, and hovered in mid-air.
A distorted, neutral voice emitted from this slightly contracting and expanding brain tissue:
“Coupling… complete. Vitality, young, healthy brain. I, like.”
This experiment was conducted in the presence of staff from Angel Enterprises Alliance.
One of the Dark Priests looked towards the staff member clad in white coveralls and said in a deep tone:
“See, our hypothesis was correct. The Demon Brain Race can indeed control the brains of Artificial Angels.”
The staff member was recording the experiment with a recorder on his shoulder, nodded, and said through the Breathing Mask:
“Yes. But whether we should use the Demon Brain Race to strengthen the control over the Angel’s Main Brain Controller still requires the Referee’s decision. I will report the experimental results to the Referee as they are.”
Use the Demon Brain Race to control the Angel’s Main Brain Controller?… It took Noland Lee a moment to wrap his head around this.
Wasn’t that essentially handing over a part of the control of the Angel’s main brain to the Demon Brain Race?
Why would Angel Enterprises Alliance want to do that?
The Heavy Transport Ship took off smoothly, leaving the planet’s surface, entering the starry sky.
Accompanied by the escort of Artificial Angels, the Transport Fleet headed for the nearby Star Gate, ready to quickly reach the space station where the Main Brain Controller was located.
The Dark Priests took out three more worms, letting them take control of another three jars of brain tissue.
In total, four experiments were conducted, all of which were successful.
Next, the Dark Priests divided into four groups and began testing the degree of control the Demon Brain Race had over the Artificial Angels’ brain tissue.
From simple arithmetic to manipulating objects with Mind power, the experiments proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Noland Lee felt it was necessary to use Passive Deconstruction to understand the intentions of the Dark Divine Cult.
He needed to create an opportune moment for himself to strike hard at the Dark Priests.
Right Now, many Players were invading the Motuoli Galaxy, and they could serve as Noland Lee’s aides.
Noland Lee closed his eyes within the ship cabin, diverting a portion of his mind to activate the Spell Mark he had left in a part of the starry sky.
This was the destination one reached upon passing through the Star Gate to the Motuoli Galaxy.
All Players who teleported here via the Star Gate would appear in this area of space.
The moment Noland Lee turned his attention there, he saw interstellar ships gathering in groups.
Primarily Combat Escort Ships, with fewer Battle Cruisers and Battleships, and not a single Raider ship of higher classification than the Battleships in sight.
Overall, the individual combat strength of Players was still on the lower side, far from matching the Artificial Angels that could take on ten Battleships simultaneously.
But!
The Players were numerous!
Their ships swarmed like bees, almost occupying every corner of this starry space.
At a rough estimate, at the moment the Star Gate opened, at least a thousand players had passed through it to this location.
And that was just the quickest group of players.
After their arrival, the next batch of players followed closely behind, appearing in the white light of teleportation.
Thank goodness the United Bureau Guard controlling the Star Gate could slightly alter the destination coordinates by fine-tuning parameters, distributing group after group of Players to different areas.
Otherwise, the relentless onslaught of Players alone would have been enough to cause a massive space traffic disaster.