bioinnovel Chapter 518 Angry!
Chapter 518 Angry!
The laboratory projector displayed the data Zhang Yan had compiled on the long table.
The seven red dots are irregularly distributed and mark the theoretical locations of the core nodes inside the community.
The data comes from three sources: 30,000 years of monitoring records from Guixu, ancient diagrams in the Mo family archives, and the neural network topology diagram that Zhang Yan himself intercepted during his reverse intrusion.
After cross-validation of the three sets of data, the error range was compressed to less than 7%.
Zhang Yan stood next to the projector, holding a pen, and drew a timeline on the white paper on the table.
"The mother body is expected to arrive at the outer edge of the solar system in 43 days."
He put down his pen.
"But the striker has already set off."
"Twelve new energy entities, the data Qin Xiao just sent."
"It's 1.8 times stronger than the black race we encountered in the Ruins before. Its shell has changed from a spiky ball to a spindle shape, and it's faster."
"They're here to clear the field. Their target is all the defenses I've deployed throughout the solar system—the Sky-Observing Anchors, the Gate Network nodes, and any potential ambush positions."
Qin Xiao leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.
Without igniting the engine, it just kept opening and closing the cover, making a slight clicking sound.
"So you mean, before we can attack the mother, we have to deal with these twelve things first?"
"Yes," Zhang Yan said, "but there's a proper way to handle it. We can't wipe them all out."
Guan Xing sat at the other end of the table, a tablet computer standing in front of him, the screen displaying a dense timeline of historical events.
"When you made the reverse intrusion last time and injected information viruses, the pressure on the six global gateways dropped by 40%."
"That's because it felt pain and its defenses crumbled."
She looked up at Zhang Yan.
"Pain doesn't provoke collective anger. It only makes them wary, prompting them to mobilize resources for repairs. But irreversible damage..."
"What if the loss is irreversible?" Qin Xiao asked.
Zhang Yan replied, "It will trigger an instinctive level of panic."
"The structure of collective consciousness dictates that it reacts more violently to 'reduction in numbers' than to individuals."
"Every peripheral entity is part of it. If these parts are destroyed, and it knows for certain that they cannot be restored—that is the source of anger."
Nie Qingcheng remained seated in the corner without saying a word.
The coffee in front of her had gone cold, and water droplets condensed on the cup.
At this point, she spoke up: "So you need to make it feel pain, and the kind of pain that intensifies the more it resists."
"Single-point stimulation is not enough; it requires continuous, large-scale consumption."
"That's right." Zhang Yan drew a few circles on the white paper.
"One hundred and eight units of the Ink Soldier Formation are divided into three tactical groups."
"The close-combat assault team is responsible for tearing open the outer shell, the long-range suppression team is responsible for expanding the results, and the sensor jamming team is responsible for blocking its local communications."
"The three groups will take turns advancing to continuously eliminate its peripheral individuals."
"Its rage level increases by one point for each batch it eliminates."
"When its anger accumulates to a critical point, the core node is forced to rise to the surface—that window of ten seconds is the time for the ultimate formula to be released."
The stargazer retrieved a set of historical data on the tablet.
"In the 30,000-year monitoring record of Guixu, there were nine instances of extreme emotional fluctuations in the community."
"Each time, it's because high-value units that are destroyed and cannot be recovered."
She projected the data onto the projector.
"The longest session lasted 28 seconds, the shortest 12 seconds. The average was 19 seconds."
"But that applies to its elite units. If it's just ordinary individuals on the periphery..."
"So we need to increase the investment," Nie Qingcheng said.
She stood up and walked to the projector, staring at the seven red dots.
"How much do you intend to destroy in front of it?"
Zhang Yan thought about it.
"Based on the firepower configuration of the Mo soldiers and the battlefield space of Jupiter's orbit, if the twelve vanguard black races are completely annihilated, it would be equivalent to the loss of a reconnaissance unit for the mother body."
"Emotional fluctuations might last ten to fifteen seconds. That's not enough."
"Then we can't just play forward." Nie Qingcheng turned around.
"Let it watch as you tear apart everything it sends, one by one."
"Demolish slowly, but demolish ruthlessly."
"Disassemble it until you can 'see' the process of each component being peeled off."
Qin Xiao's lighter clicked shut.
"Does my sister-in-law mean... torture and murder?"
"That's one way to understand it," Nie Qingcheng said calmly.
"The collective consciousness is more sensitive to images of its own kind being dismembered than to a simple energy explosion. That triggers deep-seated defensive instincts."
"What you need is not fighting, but performing."
Zhang Yan picked up a pen and drew a simple tactical diagram on a piece of white paper.
"Jupiter's orbit."
"Use Jupiter's gravitational field to restrict their maneuverability."
"The Ink Soldier Array will enter in three batches. First, the Perception Interference Group will block their communication with the Mother, rendering them blind and deaf."
"Then the melee team cuts in and uses the most primitive method—physical dismantling."
"Take it apart piece by piece."
"The entire dismantling process was kept in constant communication so that the mother body could 'hear' their feedback signals from the moment they were intact until they broke apart."
Guan Xing added: "The dismantling process needs to simulate the communication protocols within the collective consciousness."
"In other words, the signals you emit when you disassemble it should be interpreted as a distress call or a sign of pain from its companion. This will exacerbate the panic."
"Is it troublesome?" Qin Xiao asked.
"It's not troublesome," Zhang Yan said. "The core protocol of the Mo soldiers is reconstructed based on the ancient technology of the Mo family, and it has 70% homology with the communication protocol of the community."
"By simply modifying a few frequency bands, it can be disguised as its internal communication."
The meeting lasted for three hours.
The details were finalized one by one.
The interception location, the order in which the ink soldiers enter, the speed control of dismantling, the parameters of communication camouflage, and when Zhang Yan himself enters the consciousness level.
The most crucial element is the ultimate formula.
Zhang Yan magnified the seven red dots on the projection.
"The formula dissipates after release. It's a one-time use item. Once used, it's gone."
"Therefore, the timing of the release must be precise to the second."
"After the node floats up, the shortest time is twelve seconds and the longest is twenty-eight seconds."
"I need to complete the consciousness penetration within this timeframe, reach at least four nodes, and release the formula simultaneously."
"Four nodes are the minimum threshold; destroying more than four will cause the parent system's collaborative architecture to collapse irreversibly."
"What if it only floated for twelve seconds?" Qin Xiao asked.
Zhang Yan did not answer immediately.
He glanced at Nie Qingcheng.
Nie Qingcheng's gaze remained fixed on the projection, without turning her head.
"If it's twelve seconds," Zhang Yan said, "I need to complete the positioning within the zeroth second of the node floating up."
"Then it takes three seconds to penetrate the outer layer of protection, two seconds to reach the first node, and two seconds to release."
"Five seconds left, head to the next node."
"Five nodes, each released in two seconds, plus travel time," Guan Xing calculated quickly on the tablet.
"It is theoretically feasible to complete the formula release of five nodes within twelve seconds."
"But the speed at which consciousness penetrates must reach three percent of the speed of light."
"Your current limit is 1.7%."