Chapter 1015 Frontline

Leaving aside how much "aesthetic" ability a Druid who has studied biochemical technology in the dark sect for hundreds of years has, there is one thing that Selena Gerfen must admit that the "brain" she sees is definitely a The most incredible and remarkable bioengineered creature she has ever seen in her life.

It looks like a separate brain, but in fact this "brain" is almost an independent and complete creature. It has its own energy cycle and special organs for maintaining floating and small-scale movement. These things are Hidden in the depths of its bloated and eerie "body", its wriggling "tentacles" are not just nerve cords for connecting with the Thorin tree (or other "interaction targets"), they also seem to be Could be some kind of predatory organ...

This thing reminded her of something in the black forest on the other side of the dark mountains, something that exists only in the mouths of superstitious hunters and drunken bards, the darkest, most twisted, and the closest to a nightmare. Mutant creatures.

Ordinary people living in peaceful daily life know very little about these dark and terrifying creatures, but the dark believers who have lived for hundreds of years have more or less dabble in the secrets beyond the boundaries of this civilization.

Selena turned her head and looked into Bertila's eyes. "To be honest, the original biological sample of this brain...is it the Nightmare Skull in the depths of the Black Forest?"

"I don't remember... Maybe there are, maybe there are spirit-devouring monsters on the Ancestor's Peak?" Bertila thought for a while, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her stiff face, "I can't remember myself being swallowed and assimilated. How many things have passed, my body has a huge genetic sample stored in the depths of my body that cannot be imagined by mortal rationality. There are also humans, elves, and monsters... So no matter how terrifying and twisted monsters are, I can handle them at my fingertips. Isn't it the same for you? Selena Griffin—how many souls of the defeated have you held in that lantern?"

"...I've released them all," Selena shook her head after a brief silence. "Okay, let's get back to the point - are you sure this thing you made is harmless?"

"You can rest assured about this," Bertila said indifferently, "These things have already undergone a long iterative evolution in my genetic sample library, and those uncontrollable things have been pruned like extra branches and leaves. The thing is essentially just the gestation of the thorin tree, and in a sense, it's no different from the thorin fruit you ate at lunch today..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly looked up and down at Selena who was in a state of psychological projection. "Oh, I forgot, you can't eat right now."

"..." Selena didn't seem to care about the other party's little teasing, she just nodded after a brief silence, "Well, I believe you are professional in this regard. Then let's talk about this ...how is the brain actually used?"

Bertila raised her head,

Looking at the giant brain floating in the center of the square - or rather, some kind of floating creature that looks like a brain, her mind is still connected to this "brain", and under her control, the latter rises slightly. A little higher, so the neural structure under the "brain" is more clearly presented to everyone.

"In a nutshell, I adjusted its neural connections so that its nerve cords could be directly connected to the kind of brainwave amplifiers used in the immersion pod, and then through the amplifiers as a relay, it could travel at about a few hundred meters. A 'brain domain' is created within the radius, and the psionic singers within this range will be strengthened in terms of computing power and magic adaptability, and can directly access the higher-level neural network through brain waves, so that As a result, they will be under significantly less stress in combat. So obviously we need to design a dedicated 'vehicle' for this 'brain' with brainwave amplifiers, extra energy packs, etc. go up."

Bertira paused for a while, and then continued, "In addition, if possible, it is best to have a set of biomass recycling equipment - although the 'brain' can operate independently for a long time without nutritional supplements, and it also has the ability to prey on its own. , but considering the rapidly changing situation on the battlefield, the frontline units may not have such a leisurely replenishment opportunity, so it will be cost-effective to directly use biomass recycling equipment to nourish the 'brain'.

"When it comes to specific biochemical technology, I have a ready-made solution here. I only need the help of magicians to integrate it into the vehicle. It should be very simple."

Wendy, who was standing by the side, interjected at this time, "Have you already had an idea about the vehicle?"

"Yes," Bertila nodded, looking towards Solimburg not far away, where several dragoon aircraft were passing low in the airspace between the canopy and the castle roof, buzzing low The sound came from a distance, "After careful consideration, I think the chassis of the Dragoon is very suitable - its cabin does not even need to be modified, and the seat and a small number of partitions can be directly removed to serve as a container for 'brain', and Since the brain itself can directly control the magic power mechanism, the space left after removing the corresponding console and rune stacking box in the aircraft can be used to place equipment such as brainwave amplifiers..."

As she spoke, a smile appeared on the face of the former dean of the Society for the End of All Things. Even the "avatar" who was difficult to make expressions was filled with a proud look at the moment. Obviously, she was very proud of her own set. The idea is very satisfactory.

The time is tight and the task is heavy. The original step-by-step research plan has to make some changes. In order to ensure that the psionic singer can be put into actual combat as soon as possible, she has to seek to transform some ready-made things into the project. Over the past few days, she has taken the druids and mages here to study alternative after alternative, alternative alternatives, and more alternatives... Now what she proposes, It's the sum of all these alternatives.

A finished product that can be "cobbled together" in a few days may not be so easy to use, but it can be pulled to the front in no time.

Selena, who was holding the lantern, listened to the other party's idea carefully. After the other party finished speaking, she only thought for a while and then nodded, "I believe you have discussed this plan with the magicians. We know about the aircraft. Not much, but the Empire's best experts on brainwave amplifiers and neural network technology are here - we can start anytime."

Bertila nodded, her eyes swept across the former Eternal Sleeper priests on the edge of the square - many of them are not unfamiliar to her, and even in the past many years, she has cooperated with these people as a dark priest. More than once, but at this moment, the remaining parts of the two dark sects have once again stood on a cooperative standpoint... Even she, who has completely turned her back on the gods, wants to sigh at the incredible fate.

"This 'brain' will be lent to you from now on, take out your neural network and brainwave amplification technology, I will continue to catalyze the other 'brains' in the chamber, and strive to make them Going to work within three days," she looked at Selena Geerfen, her tone was quite serious, "but although I lent it to you, please be as careful as possible, my brain is still useful, after the war I will I plan to use them to continue thinking about the problem..."

Bertiera's remarks made Selena, who has always been calm, couldn't help showing a strange expression on her face, her eyebrows seemed to jump, "I thought it would be easy for you to create these 'brains'... After all You just said that these 'brains' are similar to thorin berries."

"How is it possible - although they are all the products of giant trees, the brain is many times more complex than the fruit of the Sorin tree, first of all from the growth cycle..."

The topic seemed inexplicably developed in a strange direction, and Yuri, who was standing beside him and never spoke much, finally couldn't help whispering to Wendy, "Damn it... I may not be able to eat the Thorin fruit anymore... "

"...Please don't say it, I already have a picture in my mind..."

...

The towering Winter Wolf Castle stands tall on the border of Typhon, but the flag flying over the castle is no longer the Typhon coat of arms with red stripes on a black background - the blue flag is flying high in the cold wind, on the flag Embroidered with the sword and plow emblem in golden silk thread, this frontier fort is now the frontline command center of the Cecil Corps, and has been transformed after urgent repairs and additions.

On a clear and cold day, Gawain arrived at this fortified fortress on the front line.

The cold and dry wind in the northern wilderness area blew from the plain, and howled into the walls of the Winter Wolf Fort. Some traces of air raids and arson can still be seen in this fortress that has experienced war. Part of the buildings in the city are still in ruins, and the walls separating the outer city and the inner city are darkened by the fire that day, but in addition, its castle area is still intact and has been used as Philip's command center. .

In an open corridor in the castle district, Amber raised her head and looked at a tower not far away. She saw a blue-backed and gold-patterned flag flying in the wind above the tower, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is Winter Wolf Castle... ...we were beaten like this..."

Philip in uniform stood beside him, a smile appeared on his face when he heard this, "The Typhons launched hundreds of counterattacks, large and small, trying to retake the fortress, but with the completion of the fortifications and the arrival of the follow-up troops, their counterattack attacked. It has been completely disintegrated, and now even the front has been pushed to the defensive belt of Winterhold."

Gawain came to the edge of the corridor, leaning on the railing, looking at the direction of Typhon's control area, his face was serious, "Is there any new trend in Winterhold now? Since the last air battle, their priests and battle mages have Have there been large-scale gatherings and mobilizations?"

Amber on the side couldn't help blinking when he heard the words, "It's not long since the last air battle, even Typhon, shouldn't be able to do such a 'miracle' again in a short time, right?"

"No, you don't know Typhon," Philip shook his head. "Only after direct contact will you have a clear idea of ​​the Typhonian's 'Transcendent Legion'. In my opinion, although they were very energetic last time Injury, but if necessary, it is more than enough for them to launch similar 'miracles' a few times in a short period of time, but... they really quieted down during this time, the priests, battle mages, knights and other extraordinary There is no sign of large-scale activity by any legion."

Philip's words not only did not make Gawain relax, but made his expression a little more serious than before.

"Today's Winter Wolf Castle has become a 'land of war', where the Typhonians created a 'miracle magic', just like lighting a fire on a pyre, and there is no turning back or stopping after the fire burns Opportunity..." He said while thinking, "At this time, they suddenly became 'quiet', and it was only possible to prepare for the next larger-scale official operation."

"The last 'miracle' was some kind of experiment?" Amber thought for a while, "It's like exploring the way before the official action-Rosetta collected the data he wanted from that 'miracle', then He might actually be playing the real game next."

Gawain glanced at the half-elf and couldn't help nodding lightly—perhaps it usually seems too snarky, but at a critical moment, this guy's intuitive judgment is still more reliable.

After a while, he looked at his young army commander again, "Philip, have you been influenced by the God of War in the future?"

"I have always paid attention to spiritual protection, and we have set up a large number of magic net terminals on the front line to ensure that the soldiers are always within the coverage of the 'human barrier'. Under these protective measures, neither I nor the soldiers have been contaminated by the God of War. ," said Philip at once, "but we can be sure that the contamination of Ares is everywhere and has been trying to erode our mental defenses."

Gawain's expression was serious, "Have you observed any phenomenon?"

"Naritil has captured traces of 'ideological trends' of unknown origin in the peripheral area of ​​the neural network. Occasionally, inexplicable disturbances appear in the magic net terminals set up in this area. The manifestations of disturbances are sudden prayers or The majestic announcement, and there were soldiers who were too close to Typhon's control area and had weak points in their mental protection and saw visions on the edge of the battlefield, and there was a mysterious brilliance in the visions to lure those soldiers to convert to the gods."

Philip said with a solemn expression.

"These phenomena have made everyone more vigilant. Now we have stopped continuing to advance to the Typhon control area, and we will conduct collective activities every day to consolidate the soldiers' will and unite the will of the team, such as group learning and group entertainment in units of platoons... ...these methods are very effective, at least we can find those soldiers who are not right in the first place."

Gawain nodded slightly while listening, while Amber next to him couldn't help shrinking his head when he heard Philip mentioning those "pollution phenomena". She felt a cool air coming from the back of her neck, and at the same time, she became more aware of it. What a battlefield this is.

The ones fighting here are by no means the two sides of Typhon and Cecil on the surface, but three sides, including the power of the god of war—that invisible power is hovering in this land, like some kind of ghost. Infiltrating the entire battlefield, it is pervasive, trying to roll up bigger waves all the time, even right here, in this Winter Wolf Castle... The power of the God of War is just about to move.

Thinking of this, she raised her head subconsciously and looked at a small terrace not far away.

In the center of the terrace, the Siren Tyr was wrapping himself into a very standard pile, and fell asleep without distractions.

As an expert in the field of god perception, and as a back-up for contacting the Kraken group in an emergency, this visitor from the deep sea also followed Gawain to the front line of Winter Wolf Castle. Now seeing her sleeping on the terrace so peacefully, she is completely Not feeling the appearance of the god's breath, Amber breathed a sigh of relief.

Gawain noticed Amber's movement, glanced in the direction of the terrace, and saw Tyre who was sleeping soundly in the cold wind. After making a brief judgment, he thought that the other party should have frozen.

But it's not a big deal, the lady siren will freeze a few times every winter, and she will come back to life after baking it later.

He looked at Philip, ready to continue to learn about Typhon's recent movements, but at this moment, a signal soldier suddenly ran over from the other side of the corridor, interrupting what he wanted to say.

"Your Majesty! Sir!" The signal trooper quickly ran up to Gawain and Philip and said loudly after saluting, "Sir Soldrin is back!"