Catherine frowned as she looked at the Governor's Palace in front of her, where flames were surging.
After a fierce battle, all the remaining nobles' private soldiers in the Governor's Mansion have been wiped out, and the soldiers are quickly cleaning up the battlefield. The planetary radio station underground in the Governor's Mansion has been completely controlled by them.
But Catherine still couldn't relax.
The Third Disaster is raging across the Milky Way, causing more than 30 billion casualties.
The war on the border of the empire has been fully launched, and their uprising is now entering the final stage. In order to politically protect more administrative stars on the edge of the empire, they need to let the administrative stars that "cannot be protected by the remaining military forces of the empire" launch democratic uprisings.
The uprising framework they had originally arranged had to be extended twice in a short period of time.
The problem of resource shortage can be solved by increasing the injection of resources here, but the problem of staff shortage is a headache for Catherine.
Every soldier who has firm ideals, lofty goals, and is willing to sacrifice himself for the liberation of the people of the empire is extremely valuable;
If the conditions for attracting talent are relaxed, it will be easy for speculators to sneak in, and the fruits of the uprising will easily be poached by those who are trying to reverse the situation.
It’s not that Catherine is ignorant of politics.
On the contrary, she can now foresee that the mentality and goals of the high-ranking revolutionary army leaders who are currently united around her will change after their successful uprising. She herself cannot tell where this road will lead at that time.
Catherine murmured:
“Don’t give up leaving the darkness just because there may be struggles after entering the dawn.”
"leader?"
A communication technician asked in confusion.
Catherine smiled and shook her head, and said gently: "Has our team taken control of the planetary broadcast system?"
“It’s completely under control.”
"That's good," Catherine said. "Please inquire about the progress of each action team and remind them that time is running out. We need to start the action within six galactic hours."
"yes!"
The technician repeated Catherine's order into the communicator, and the communication support team consisting of thousands of people used the "high-latency temporary communication channel" provided by the law to conduct simple communication.
Catherine walked to the top of the Governor's Palace, held on to the bare flagpole, and looked out at the quiet city.
“You will definitely have a bright future.”
She spoke softly.
…
"Madam President, your prediction is correct. The Imperial Guard System really did not attack us."
Emilia couldn't help but frown slightly as she heard the exclamations coming from the video conference.
In fact, the most ideal situation is that the Imperial Guard System sends a small group of the Third Scourge Legion, and then they are eliminated without casualties. In this way, they can also take the initiative in the subsequent interstellar political game.
But the fact now is that the Luofeng Alliance can rest assured.
It was clearly the White Ghost that killed Levi, but the Imperial Guard system chose to avoid the White Ghost's lair during its indiscriminate attack on human civilization.
This incident will inevitably .
Compared to the possible slander that may arise afterwards, Emilia certainly prefers the current situation, where their soldiers do not have to sacrifice innocently; but the question arises - should they send troops to help other political systems resist the attack of the Levi Fleet.
Morally, they must stand together with other political systems;
But from a realistic point of view, especially since the ninth battle group in the Sherman Empire has not yet been activated, it is very likely that it is aimed at the forces of the Fallen Wind Alliance and the Ghost Mysterious Fleet.
Emilia said: "Don't be too optimistic, I always feel like this is the calm before the storm. There is still a large number of Scourge troops that have not moved. Let our soldiers not take it lightly."
"Please rest assured, Mr. Chairman, all the generals of the United Military have gone to the front line. We are determined to defend the Luofeng Alliance to the death."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Emilia was about to say a few words to encourage morale when the simulated maid beside her suddenly stepped forward and whispered something in Emilia's ear.
Emilia's expression changed slightly.
She thought for about half a minute, as if digesting the news, and then stood up.
Her eyes were shining, her beautiful face and well-proportioned figure exuded the beauty of a human woman, and her expression and slightly clenched fists revealed her outstanding fighting spirit.
"Everyone! Emergency!"
Emilia said quickly:
"The ghost's mysterious fleet is about to spread out along my border. All our soldiers, please retreat immediately. Supply ships will deliver helmets to our soldiers.
"There is a battlefield that needs our support now. Not only does it need the support of our soldiers, but it also needs the support of more humans!
“That battlefield is in the virtual world.
"Now, our god-level mechanical thinking body has mastered sufficient computing power, but it will take a long time for this computing power to be transformed into a spear and break through the protection layer of the Emperor Guard system. The current computing power is abundant, and a lot of it cannot be used.
“So our god-level mechanical thinking body came up with a new plan.
“No, it was White Ghost who proposed a new plan. Yes, White Ghost is leading this matter so that it will be easier for everyone to accept.
"The White Ghost is attacking the Imperial Guard System in the battlefield of the virtual world. He needs our assistance. A download file will appear on the Internet. This file is a temporary client. Any human user with a holographic somatosensory device can use this client to enter that virtual world to carry our abundant computing power!
“These must be completed within three galactic hours, otherwise this plan will be meaningless!
"This is a way to reduce human sacrifices, and it is also the plan that White Ghost and his assistant have just calculated and deduced. The code name of this plan is New Glimmer!
"Everyone! The detailed plan steps will be sent directly to you. Do everything you can to mobilize our people. The more people who can log into the game within three galactic hours, the better!
"I need to communicate with politicians from various countries and give speeches on human civilization in the Milky Way. I'll leave the Luofeng Alliance in my hands!
"White Ghost needs us! The more humans who can enter the virtual world, the better! The holographic client is best connected to the highest-configuration computing unit for home use!"
Video conferencing is so fast that you can hear a pin drop.
"This...isn't this too sudden..."
Emilia smiled bitterly: "The battle situation should be very intense! Everyone cheer up! Don't always put on airs as officials! Use your enthusiasm and energy to encourage our people!"
Many elderly people smiled softly.
"Don't worry, President! Leave the internal mobilization of the Luofeng Alliance to us!"
"In fact, there are only three steps. First, let everyone know about this. Second, let the person who has the holographic device find the device and download the client. Third, enter the virtual world to help the White Ghost!"
"Uh," a gray-haired old man frowned, "Doesn't everyone have a set of holographic equipment? This has been my lifelong hobby."
“These devices are very expensive!”
"Hurry up!"
"The slogan is White Ghost needs you! Maximize the reputation of White Ghost!"
"Hey, I'm going to buy some stocks in the holographic equipment industry chain first..."
"You've spoken your mind, so act now!"
Emilia turned off the projection screen in front of her, lifted her skirt and rushed to the studio she had set up in the conference room. A team of simulated humans was already making preparations.
She didn't know that Lu's plan was just a supplement.
Logging into that virtual world through a home holographic device actually has limited effects. It cannot bear too much computing power and can only be a soldier with low combat power.
When Lu made this plan, he just thought that something was better than nothing, and that any improvement in the attack speed would be good enough. His boss's goal was to minimize the casualties of innocent humans. If they won one minute earlier, they could save tens of thousands of affected humans.
Lu also didn't expect that it was her sudden idea that completely changed the situation of the war.
In the virtual world, the ghost army led by the White Ghost was in a tough battle.
They are constantly dying in battle and constantly resurrecting;
They are experiencing pain, forgetting pain, and overcoming pain;
They have only one goal!
Go forward! Charge forward! Until you tear through the protective layer of the Imperial Guard System, rush to the source of the Third Calamity, and shout to the Third Calamity from the human soul!
All kinds of weapons that have appeared in the human world appeared one after another. The wars in the starry sky, on the sea, and on the land kept changing. The space was constantly breaking and reorganizing, but after one layer of protective layer was destroyed, there was another layer, almost endless!
Lu was not anxious, let alone worried.
She has gained advantages on three fronts: reality, virtuality, and between reality and illusion.
Next, it depends on which front will achieve a breakthrough first!
…
Imperial Star, Imperial Palace.
The old emperor led his subjects and watched the war scenes sent back from the border of the empire, and fell into a kind of despair.
The military might of the empire is being unleashed outward.
After the third disaster, what will they use to consolidate their rule, and what will they use to deter the galactic nations?
Fortunately, with this huge mecha, their chances of survival are still quite high.
But with the Emperor Guard System in such a mess, the Empire is afraid...
"Your Majesty, would you like to rest first?"
The old emperor did not answer. He just shook his head and looked down at a medal in his hand.
He was thinking, if he had chosen to unconditionally support that young man back then, would the situation be different now? Would he be able to sit firmly on the throne and have his name written into the history books, allowing future generations to remember that he had sat on the throne for a long time?
It looks like he's going to become a disgrace to the family.
…
Imperial Star, dimensional laboratory.
"The experiment has entered the final preparation stage."
"Begin injecting the enhancer into Subject No. 1."
"Energy storage unit number six is ​​functioning normally."
"Energy storage unit number five is functioning normally."
"Subject No. 1's brain signals are becoming active. The signals are normal and have been guided into a shallow sleep state."
"Energy storage unit number four is functioning normally."
"The spatial polarization array is operating normally, and the resonance coefficient has been updated."
One report after another reached Director Ino's ears.
Director Ino moved a chair, sat at the edge of the venue, leaned against the metal wall, looked down at Bligh's figure, sighed softly, and began to recall his past life.
The countdown to the start of the experiment kept ticking before his eyes.
He suddenly had a premonition. He felt that his experiment might be successful this time, because he had to give an explanation to the tens of thousands of years of hard work in this laboratory and to the countless test subjects who died in this laboratory.
What a sin.
Director Ino chuckled and looked at Bly with infatuation.
Just a few galactic hours.
There was no one to stop him, he had already physically severed the lab's connection to the Imperial network.
He only left a few escape routes, and after the experiment started, he allowed those who wanted to leave to leave. After all, everyone was a colleague, and there was no need to stay here.
Director Ino didn't want to leave.
Ancestor Levi is dead, the Imperial Guard system is going crazy, and Director Ino knows exactly what will happen next.
The empire will collapse, and even if some forces can survive, the original Sherman Empire will no longer exist.
Director Ino suddenly thought of the White Ghost and Daphne, and gradually fell into more distant memories.
The countdown keeps ticking.
The Seconds Division drags the Branch Division to attack the Hours Division's living space.
As if without noticing, the countdown went back to '00:59:59'.
It's the last galaxy.
…
Virtual world!
Which level is this ? Level 7? Level 8?
The continuous battles with counterintuitive and super-information had made Yang Ming's nerves a little numb.
He felt like he had been fighting for several days and nights. Each time, a variety of enemies appeared, and each time he needed various fighting methods that broke through his own cognition to deal with them. But overall, the entire battle level was constantly moving forward, from cold weapon clashes to warship bombardments, from physical conflicts to battles of consciousness.
There is no way around it. This is the 'distorted' world created by the conflict between reason and law.
The two goddesses are making the rules, and the rules clash with each other, producing all kinds of strange and relatively stable virtual spaces, and they are struggling to move forward in these spaces.
Yang Ming glanced behind him and saw a crowd of people so dense that he couldn't count how many there were.
These are Luofeng's warriors, the brave men who had previously won the Xie Luo War.
In reality, they hide in the drone swarm, giving the drone swarm the characteristics of 'absolute anti-interference' and 'super maneuverability'.
In the virtual world, they also did not lose face in front of Luo Feng, and killed the original mechanical thinking body of the City of Light and made it flee in disarray.
Yang Ming has already seen it.
The ball of light that the City of Light transformed into is right in front of us, and now it still looks like a firefly-like star.
Now, they seem to have encountered new problems.
"Oh! My God! We are all wrapped in fog!"
Kolev's shout suddenly came.
Yang Ming felt a little dazed, thick fog appeared under his feet, and the crowded figures around him suddenly disappeared. He was completely unable to sense the existence of other thinking bodies.
What's going to happen again?
This should be the eighth level?
Yang Ming was not in a hurry and immediately shouted: "Move forward! Don't retreat! We can try and make mistakes!"
No response came, but several soldiers wearing various strange armors appeared in front.
"Commander!" one of them said hurriedly, "I'm lost!"
"We seem to have lost our spatial coordinates!"
Yang Ming frowned tightly and took a step forward, but the soldiers disappeared in the thick fog.
Sure enough, the last two lines of defense were not so easy to break through.
He didn't know if others could receive his message, but he still shouted:
"Everyone wait for the rules of the law to unfold! You can try to move forward, and once you find someone, hold hands with each other!"
There were echoes coming from all around, sometimes far away and sometimes near:
"clear!"
"yes!"
"Uh, why does it seem like someone else came in?"
Yang Ming was wondering when he suddenly felt someone bumping his shoulder gently. He turned around almost subconsciously and grabbed the person next to him. The 'Broken Sword' in his other hand was about to emit a super energy beam.
Huh?
Yang Ming paused.
The person he caught was a young girl in her twenties with a ponytail, a look of panic on her face, and she was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and jeans.
Something is wrong. This is not rational protection, nor is it the ghost army led by me.
"you……"
"White Ghost!" The girl suddenly shouted in a slightly shrill voice, "You are the White Ghost!"
Yang Ming was confused. What was going on?
"I'm your fan! Can you sign an autograph for me? Oh, no, this is a virtual world!"
Yang Ming let go of the girl's arm and was about to ask a question when the girl excitedly took a step forward and disappeared in a flash, leaving only a wisp of swaying smoke.
Yang Ming: ???
He was wondering when he suddenly felt that there seemed to be more figures in the smoke around him, and the originally empty area became crowded.
Yang Ming grabbed a middle-aged man in a suit and tie with a suspicious look on his face and brought him in front of him.
"Oh, White Ghost? Is it really you, Mr. White Ghost? May I ask where is this place? I followed the government information I received. Am I in the virtual ? I have been waiting for more than half an hour. It feels like I am drifting. I have been floating all the time."
"I'm White Ghost... Wait, uncle, what did you say? Government information?"
"Yes, yes, government information."
Yang Ming did not let go of the old man and asked directly: "Can you tell me what's going on outside? I have been fighting here and I don't know the situation."
The uncle was quite calm and said:
"About one and a half galactic hours ago, I was at work, and one of my coworkers suddenly jumped on the table and yelled: White Ghost needs backup.
"President Emilia said you need support, and then our government sent a message, asking us to use our respective holographic perception equipment, connect to the best-equipped personal terminal around us, download a client that is pushed synchronously on the Internet, and enter the virtual world to support White Ghost, just like playing a game.
"They also said that if you die in the virtual world, it will be a bit painful, but it will not leave any psychological trauma, and it will moderately block some memories.
"All of our department's equipped personnel have arrived... and then we drifted for a long time before arriving here... Oh, yes, I just saw it. The mission appeared in front of me. Help the white ghost get out of this chaotic space. After finding other people, hold hands and use them as a fulcrum to form a human wall and connect into one... That's it."
Yang Ming opened his mouth.
No, what's the point of ordinary people coming in? And this is too weak!
Is it that the war situation outside is too unfavorable, and Lu has tried every possible means to save his life?
"How's the battle going?"
"Are you talking about the Third Calamity? It's so tragic. I saw it on the news. Billions of people have died. However, most of the Third Calamity was blocked at the border of the Empire by the battle lines formed by various countries. This Empire is really committing a sin."
That is, the battle situation is the same as before, without much change. Some areas have been broken through, but most areas are still in a stalemate and fierce fighting.
Yang Ming probably understood.
He said, "Come! You are behind me, hold on to my clothes! I will catch the others! Don't let go of my clothes!"
"well!"
The uncle grabbed Yang Ming's clothes and hid behind him. Yang Ming took a step, and the two moved synchronously. A human wall consisting of more than ten people appeared in the smoke in front of them, and new hands appeared on the left and right of the human wall.
Yang Ming immediately joined in with his uncle.
"Shit! White ghost!"
"Ghost, I am your idol! No, you are my idol!"
"Brother Ghost! I want to have a baby with you! Our country has the technology for men to have babies!"
Yang Ming's forehead was full of black lines.
No, he is fighting!
He led his troops to fight bloody battles in the virtual world. The solemn, dignified and heroic atmosphere has suddenly become a large-scale meeting scene for netizens!
The human wall met the human wall, forming a larger human wall.
But after a while, the human wall where Yang Ming was located began to wind its way forward.
More than ten minutes later, Yang Ming was awkwardly dealing with the howling of several big brothers around him, when suddenly a shout came from the front:
"Is Master Ghost here?!"
"Master Ghost! Hold the hands of different people with your left and right hands and walk forward! We see the exit ahead! Many soldiers have gone there!"
Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, then did as he was told.
The men, women, young and old who formed the human wall held hands, and Yang Ming held their wrists with both hands alternately and walked sideways in front of them.
He saw faces.
Some faces are full of enthusiasm, some are laughing excitedly, some are nervous and apprehensive, and some are looking down shyly.
They dress differently, speak slightly different languages, speak in all sorts of different tones, and play completely different roles in their respective living environments.
But here, they are all the same, with the same goals and the same functions.
"Come on, Master Ghost!"
"Justice will prevail, Ghost!"
"Ghost! We are not afraid of natural disasters! Natural disasters cannot defeat us!"
A guy who looked like a student shouted: "The human civilization of the Milky Way is proud of you!"
Then what you get is laughter coming from all directions.
Yang Ming couldn't help laughing. He cleared his throat and quickened the speed of raising his hand to shake hands. The faces in front of him changed more and more quickly, until his right hand grabbed nothing.
He walked out of the white fog, a flying skateboard appeared under his feet, and right in front of him were huge warships.
It's our own battleship.
The flying skateboard carried Yang Ming towards the warship.
He looked down and saw an area of ​​white fog that extended to an unknown distance. He saw long dragons running through the white fog area. He also saw spots of light that were constantly coming from behind.
Those spots of light were very faint, and some of them fell into the white fog area, becoming the guys who built the human wall.
Some of them floated forward and spread out on those giant warships, becoming ordinary people.
More and more ghost warriors rushed towards the giant battleships shaped like rings on skateboards, but the number of these ghost warriors was not even an order of magnitude compared to those faint lights.
Two lines of small words appeared in front of Yang Ming's eyes.
[One hundred and sixty billion human troops are about to arrive at the battlefield, and the virtual world is about to fight a decisive battle. 】
[Because 120 countries have opened up their advanced computing arrays and connected a large area of ​​civilian micro-terminals to the grid, our computing power has continued to expand and has been fully suppressed. 】
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
He grinned.
"Lü, take my battle robe."
[Yes, boss.]
Yang Ming suddenly became naked, wearing only a pair of large shorts, but soon, a gray-white exoskeleton mecha appeared on him, and the iconic white ghost helmet covered his face.
Yang Ming now had a lightsaber in his hand.
He shook the hilt of his sword, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the countless giant warships and in front of the glimmering tide that was still surging towards them crazily.
He raised his lightsaber.
Buzz——
A sad red light flickered faintly in the void, and deep in the void, there was a ball of light that looked as big as a lantern. It was the former City of Light and the place where the core of reason was hidden.
Yang Ming swung the lightsaber in his hand forward.
“We will win!”