Chapter 1673: Chapter 651: The Infiltration of the Demonkin

At some unknown moment, a tiny wooden boat as small as a leaf skiff silently slipped through the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor’s force field shield and attached itself to the underside of the Red Blade Armor.

The shape of this wooden boat was unusually distinctive, like a river boat from the Ancient era. There were no energy devices on the hull, no medium engines either, yet it could sail through the universe at extreme speed, like a sailboat moving with the wind, pushed forward by space itself.

This was precisely the Divine Level Spirit Demon Race’s flagship.

Because it was too small, and because there was absolutely no energy leakage during flight, it simply could not be detected by the Red Blade Army’s battlefield intelligence monitoring devices.

So its arrival was that effortless.

After noticing the abnormal situation with the Ascenders, the Wise Man and the Divine Level Spirit Demon Race, originally marginal roles within the Alliance Army, did not stretch out their necks to be slaughtered, but immediately began plotting their own rescue.

With all the Ascenders taken out, only two Intelligent Machinery and two Spirit Demon Race still had combat power. The Alliance Army’s original numerical advantage had long since vanished, which meant they had to take a desperate gamble.

What they were betting on was that Ren Zhong, the absolute leader of the Red Blade Army, would grow careless and, out of habit, personally charge ahead.

As long as they seized Ren Zhong, they could naturally Reverse Defeat in an instant, and even over-fulfill the Alliance Army’s operational objectives for this battle.

The Intelligent Machinery and the Spirit Demon Race decided to go all in.

If a single Divine Level Spirit Demon Race acted alone, it did not have the confidence to restrain Ren Zhong. If it tried the previous wide-area psychological control again, it would likely be futile, after all, that approach had already failed once.

So, at this moment, in the tiny boat clinging under Ren Zhong’s Red Blade Armor, there were in fact two Spirit Demon Race.

What was happening over on the Second Army’s side was basically just a smokescreen; the true killing move lay here with the Eighth Army.

This was also part of the Wise Man’s psychological war and game. Although it did not know why, after analyzing past battle reports, the Wise Man concluded that Ren Zhong himself had a peculiar personal preference for the number eight.

And according to the intelligence provided by the Hundred Emperors, the fleet bearing the Eighth Army Group’s emblematic markings disappeared from the Three-dimensional Universe before the Second Army Group’s fleet, proving that the Eighth Army Group’s fleet set out earlier and would appear in the outer layer positions of the encirclement.

Thus, the two Spirit Demon Race positioned themselves on this small Intelligent Machinery planet ship, slightly behind the escape direction, silently lying in ambush, waiting for this exact moment.

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In the Ancient Disk Star System, the Mechanical Empire represented humanity’s orthodoxy, but also stagnation and backwardness.

The Ascenders represented the limits of physiological capability.

The Pilgrims destroyed their own flesh, and even annihilated their own conscious minds, writing memory into carriers, placing their lives into data, transforming from humans into machines that might not even count as living organisms.

The Spirit Demon Race, though seemingly retaining native human bodies, were constantly squeezing their flesh with overly powerful Telekinesis, forcing themselves to discover methods of using Telekinesis to control bodily cells, and raising the intensity and activity of the biochemical reactions within those cells to more than three times that of Empire humans. Their body temperature long-term exceeded 50 degrees Celsius, and to withstand this temperature, their genes underwent massive mutations. With all sorts of bizarre evolutions converging together, the Spirit Demon Race came to represent the pinnacle of communication between the human brain and information flows.

Those whom Ren Zhong was facing now were exactly two enemies standing on that pinnacle, but also sinister enough.

The wooden ship furled its Brain Thought Power sails, and the cabin inverted like a suction cup, locking onto the bottom Armor of the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor.

If the ship had been metal, it would have triggered the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor’s warning systems.

But because its material was special—its structure predominantly wood—and because the Spirit Demon Race had received technical support from the Intelligent Machinery, then used brain power to simulate the Pilgrims’ concealment tech, the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor truly showed not the slightest reaction.

The two lanky figures, their skin pale to the point of semi-transparency, their facial features almost impossible to discern, were now sprawled on the surface of the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor.

Their bodies were emitting a faint glow, like radioactive matter.

Behind them, two massive biological pipeline networks extended from the ship like vines, wrapping and binding their bodies. These were supplying energy support for the two Divine Level Spirit Demon Race’s Brain Thought Power. Large numbers of wave-form electrons, converted into an Energy State, were flowing through the two conduits, being sent into the bodies of the Spirit Demon Race, then rapidly converging toward their brains.

Within their brains, dozens of regular icosahedral lattices were maintaining ultra-high-speed self-spin.

Every spin cycle emitted vast quantities of patterned information flows into the outside world.

These information flows did not diffuse. Instead, they propagated forward along the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor’s metal structure in a directed manner, as if locked inside the metal.

Moreover, the advancing speed of these information flows was not fast, far from the scale of a thousand light years per second; instead, it was reduced to the velocity of ordinary electric currents.

It was unclear what kind of properties had been imbued into these information flows, but they were actually being blocked by metal atoms.

In short, relying on this unique technique, two homologous information streams refracted forward again and again within the Starry Sky Red Blade Armor’s structure, searching for their target.

Suddenly, one branch of the information flow identified a brainwave leaking from a human brain in a certain cabin, like floodwaters finding a spillway.

Immediately afterward, the other information flows spontaneously converged on the spillway, surging violently towards it.

Ren Zhong’s momentary daze just now was precisely because of this.

The two truly professional Divine Level Spirit Demon Race were attempting to shake his will.

Ren Zhong’s body and brain by now had long since been thoroughly rebuilt. His willpower and mental intensity were nothing like when he first met Li Yang. A multitude of information channels had been solidified within the brain’s quantum entanglement spirals; indices such as his Brain Reaction Index and spiritual power index could no longer be measured by common sense.

Yet facing the Divine Level Spirit Demon Race’s mental assault, Ren Zhong still experienced that brief instant of distraction.

Then...

He simply carried on as though nothing had happened, feeling nothing at all, doing exactly what he was supposed to do.

Ren Zhong was not surprised.

He had always been completely immune to techniques such as those used by Telekinesis Masters, or to psychological manipulation.

In fact, even before the operation, Ren Zhong had already foreseen in his precognition that the Spirit Demon Race would come for him.

But he still came, and stubbornly insisted on personally going to the front line and charging into the fray.

His behavior might look reckless, but in truth it was deeply calculated.

Ren Zhong’s intention was to use himself as bait, drawing in the two primary remaining combat forces in the United Expeditionary Army that posed the greatest threat.

Because he knew he would remain perfectly fine.

Yes, he would be ambushed, but that really wasn’t a big problem.

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Within a hazy, indistinct fog, two ghost-like white clusters of mist were drifting, swaying gently.

These two white clusters of mist were the aggregated consciousness of the two Divine Level Spirit Demon Race.

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