Leaving aside the fact that Druil, who had been studying biochemical technology in the dark cult for hundreds of years, Selena Geerfen had to admit that the 'brain' she saw was the most incredible and outstanding biochemical engineering creation she had ever seen in her life.
It looked like a single brain, but in fact, the 'brain' was almost an independent and complete creature. It had its own energy cycle and special organs for floating and moving in a small range. These things were hidden deep in its bloated and weird 'body.' Its wriggling 'tentacles' were not only nerve cords that could connect with the giant tree of Thorin (or other 'interactive targets') but also seemed to be some kind of predatory organ when necessary.
This thing reminded her of something in the Black Forest on the other side of the Gloom Mountain Range. Some of the darkest, most twisted, and most nightmarish mutated creatures that only existed in the superstitious hunters and drunken bards' mouths.
Ordinary people living in peaceful daily life knew little about these dark and horrible creatures, but the dark cultists who had lived for hundreds of years had more or less dabbled in the secrets beyond the boundary of civilization.
Selena turned her head and looked into Bertilla's eyes. "Tell me the truth, the original biological sample of this brain … Is it the Skull of Nightmares in the depths of the Black Forest?"
"I don't remember … Maybe, or maybe the Soul-Devouring Monster on the Ancestral Peak?" Bertilla thought for a moment, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her stiff face. "I can't remember how many things I have devoured and assimilated. Deep in my body is a huge genetic sample that mortals can't imagine. Humans have it, elves have it, and monsters have it. So no matter how horrible and twisted the monsters are, I can easily create them. Aren't you the same? Selena Geerfen, how many souls have you trapped in that lantern of yours? "
"… I have released them all." Selena shook her head after a short silence. "Well, let's get back to the topic. Are you sure that this thing you have created is harmless?"
"You can rest assured," Bertilla said indifferently. "These things have already undergone a long iterative evolution in my genetic sample library. Those uncontrollable things have been trimmed clean like superfluous branches and leaves. This thing in front of you is essentially a product of the giant tree of Thorin. In a sense, it is no different from the fruit of Thorin you had for lunch today …"
Speaking of this, she suddenly looked up and down at Selena, who was in the state of psychological projection. "Oh, I forgot, you can't eat now."
"…" Selena did not seem to care about Bertilla's teasing. She just nodded after a short silence. "Well, I believe you are a professional in this aspect. So, let's talk about the specific use of this … brain? "
Bertilla looked up at the giant brain floating in the middle of the square. Or rather, some kind of floating creature that looked like a brain. Her mind was still connected to the 'brain'. Under her control, the 'brain' rose a little, and the neural structure below the 'brain' appeared more clearly before everyone.
"In short, I've adjusted the way its nerves are connected so that its nerves can be directly connected to the brainwave amplifiers used in the immersion cabins. Then, through the amplifiers, it can create a 'brain domain' in a radius of hundreds of meters. The psionic singers in the range will be strengthened in terms of computational ability and magical adaptability, and they will be able to connect to the neural network of a higher level through their brainwaves. In such a way, the pressure they will have to bear in battle will be greatly reduced. So, it is clear that we need to design a special 'vehicle' for this' brain ', and put in the brainwave amplifier, additional energy packs and the like. "
Bertilla paused for a moment before continuing. "Also, if possible, it is best to have a biomass recycling equipment. Although the 'brain' can operate independently for a long time without nutrition and has the ability to hunt on its own, considering the ever-changing situation on the battlefield, the frontline units may not have the leisure to replenish themselves. So, it is cost-effective to use the biomass recycling equipment to provide nutrition for the 'brain'.
"When it comes to the specific biochemical technology, I have a ready-made plan. I just need the magisters to help integrate it into the vehicle. It should be simple."
Venti, who was standing in a corner, interjected. "You have an idea on the vehicle?"
"Yes." Bertila nodded as he looked in the direction of Sorin Castle not far away. There, several Dragoons were flying at a low altitude between the canopy and the castle's roof. A low buzzing sound came from afar. "After careful consideration, I think the chassis of the Dragoons is very suitable. Its cabin doesn't even need to be modified. Just remove the seats and a small part of the partitions and it can be used as a container to hold the 'brain'. Since the brain itself can directly control the magic mechanism, after removing the corresponding control console and rune stacking box, the remaining space inside the Dragoons can be used to place equipment such as brainwave amplifiers …"
As she spoke, the former Pope of All Things Will End revealed a smile. Even her 'Incarnation', who had a hard time making expressions, was brimming with pride. Evidently, she was very satisfied with her plan.
Time was tight, and the task was heavy. Changes had to be made to the original step-by-step research plan. To ensure that the psionic songster could be used in battle as soon as possible, she had to look for ways to modify and use existing things in the project. Over the past few days, she'd brought the druids and magicite technicians here to research alternative plans one after another, then alternative plans after alternative plans, and even more alternative plans … What she was proposing now was the result of all these alternative plans.
A finished product that could be 'pieced together' in a few days may not be that useful, but it could be used on the frontlines immediately.
With a lantern in hand, Selena listened attentively, and nodded after some thought. "I believe you have discussed this plan with the magisters. We don't know much about the craft, but the best experts of the Empire are here when it comes to brainwave amplifiers and neural network technology. We can start at any time."
Bertilla nodded, her eyes sweeping across the former priests of the Eternal Sleep at the edge of the square. She was no stranger to many of them, and had even worked with them more than once in the past as the Dark High Priest. And now, the remnants of the two dark cults were once again standing on the same side … Even she, who had completely abandoned the gods, wanted to sigh at the inconceivable fate.
"I'll lend you this' brain 'from now on. Take out your neural network and brainwave amplification technology. I'll continue to catalyze the other few' brains' in the chamber and try to get them to work in three days." She looked at Selena Geerfen, her tone serious. "But while I'm lending it to you, please be careful. I still have use for this brain, and I plan to use it to think about problems after the war …"
Her eyebrows twitched as she said, "I thought it would be easy for you to create these 'brains'. After all, you said that these 'brains' are similar to the Thorin fruit." "That's right," said Selena, who had always been calm and collected. She had a weird expression on her face when she heard what Bertila said.
"How is that possible? Although they are all products of the giant tree, their brains are many times more complex than thorin tree fruit. First of all, from the growth cycle …"
The topic seemed to have inexplicably developed into a weird direction. Yuri, who had been standing by the side and keeping quiet, finally could not help but whisper to Venti. "Damn it … I may not be able to eat thorin tree fruit anymore …"
"… Please stop, I already have a picture in my mind …"
…
The majestic Winterwolf Fortress towered on the border of Typhon, but the flag flying above the fortress was no longer the black and red coat of arms of Typhon. The blue flag fluttered high in the cold wind, and the symbol of a sword and plough was embroidered on the flag with golden silk threads. This border fortress was now the frontline command center of the Cecil Legion, and after emergency repairs and additions, it had been transformed into an impregnable fortress.
On a clear and cold day, Gwen arrived at this fortified fortress at the frontline.
The dry and cold wind of the northern wilderness blew from the plains and whistled into the walls of Winterwolf Fortress. This fortress that had experienced the flames of war still had some traces of air raids and arson left behind. Some of the buildings in the outer city were still in ruins, and the walls that separated the outer and inner city were blackened by the fire that day. But other than that, the fortress was still intact and had become Philip's command center.
In an open corridor in the castle district, Amber raised her head to look at a tower not too far away. She saw a blue flag with golden stripes fluttering in the wind above the tower and could not help but sigh. "This is Winterwolf Fort... and it was taken down by us just like that..."
Philip, in full armor, stood beside her and smiled. "Typhon launched hundreds of counterattacks in an attempt to take back this fortress. But with the completion of the fortifications and the arrival of the reinforcements, their counterattacks have been completely disrupted. Now even the frontline has been pushed to the defensive zone of Winterwolf Fortress."
Gwen came to the edge of the corridor, his hand on the railing as he looked in the direction of Typhon's control zone. His face was very serious. "Is there any new movement in Winterwolf Fortress? Since the last air battle, have their clerics and combat mages gathered on a large scale? "
Hu Po could not help but blink when he heard this. "It hasn't been long since the last aerial battle. Even if it's Typhon, he shouldn't be able to perform 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 Typhon's' Extraordinary Army '. In my opinion, although they suffered a great loss last time, they can still launch a few more similar 'miracles' in a short period of time if necessary. It's just that … they have indeed quietened down during this period of time. The clerics, battle mages, knights, and other supernatural legions don't show any signs of large-scale activity. "
Philip's words did not make Gwen relax. Instead, it made his expression more serious than before.
"Now the frontline of Winterwolf Fortress has become a 'war zone'. Typhon's people have created a 'miracle' here. It's like lighting a fire on a pile of firewood. Once the fire starts, there's no turning back or stopping …" Hao Ren said as he pondered. "Now that they have suddenly become 'quiet', it can only be to prepare for the next large-scale operation."
"The last 'miracle' was some kind of experiment?" Amber thought for a while. "It's like scouting before the operation. Rosetta has collected the data he wants from that 'miracle', so he may be playing for real next."
Gwen looked at the half-elf and could not help but nod. Perhaps he was usually too noisy, but at the critical moment, this guy's intuition was more reliable.
A moment later, he looked at his young army commander. "Philip, have you been affected by the God of War?"
"I've been paying attention to the mental protection, and we have set up a large number of magic net terminals at the frontline to ensure that the soldiers are always within the coverage of the 'human shield'. Under these protective measures, the soldiers and I have not been contaminated by the God of War," Philip immediately said. "But we can be sure that the God of War's contamination is everywhere, and has been trying to erode our mental defenses."
Gwen's expression was serious. "Have you observed anything?"
"Naretil has captured traces of 'thoughts' of unknown origin at the edge of the neural network. The magic net terminals in this area would occasionally have inexplicable interference, and the interference was in the form of sudden prayers or majestic proclamations. In addition, there were soldiers who were too close to Typhon's territory and had weak mental defenses. They saw illusions at the edge of the battlefield, and there was a mysterious light in the illusions that lured the soldiers to convert to God."
Philip said with a serious expression.
"These phenomena have raised everyone's vigilance, and now we have stopped advancing into Typhon's territory. Every day, we will carry out group activities to strengthen the soldiers' minds and unite the will of the team, such as group learning and group entertainment in groups. These methods are very effective, at least we can find those soldiers who are not in the right situation immediately."
Gwen nodded slightly as he listened. Amber could not help but shrink her head when she heard Philip mention the 'contamination phenomena'. She felt a chill on the back of her neck, and at the same time, she was more aware of what kind of battlefield this was.
The battle here was definitely not between Typhon and Cecil on the surface, but three parties, including the power of the God of War — that invisible power was wandering around this land, permeating the entire battlefield like some kind of ghost. It was everywhere, constantly trying to stir up a bigger storm, and even here, in this Winterwolf Fort … the power of the God of War was stirring.
Thinking of this, she subconsciously raised her head and looked at a small balcony not far away.
In the center of the balcony, Siren Tyre was curled up into a standard lump and snoring without distraction.
As an expert in the field of divine senses, as well as a backup plan for contacting the siren tribes in emergency situations, this visitor from the deep sea had also followed Gawain to the frontlines of Winterwolf Fort. Now that he saw her sleeping peacefully on the balcony, not seeming to sense the presence of a god at all, only then did Amber heave a sigh of relief.
Gwen noticed Amber's movements and also glanced in the direction of the balcony, and saw Tyre sleeping soundly in the cold wind. After a brief assessment, he thought that the other party should have been frozen.
But this was not a big deal, the siren lady would always be frozen a few times in winter, and would come back to life after being roasted later.
He looked at Philip and was about to continue to learn about Typhon's recent movements, but at this moment, a signalman suddenly ran over from the other side of the corridor and interrupted him.
"Your Majesty! Sir! " The signalman quickly ran in front of Gwen and Philip, saluted and said loudly, "Sir Solderlin is back!"
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