High Above

  Chapter 296 I am my driver! (14)

  Boom! boom! boom!

  Ian continuously destroyed the rock blocks and crystal plates under his feet, and shortened the distance between himself and the blue mist source in a straight line.

  The internal structure of the insect nest is very complicated, the passages are twisted and circled, and there are spiritual obstacles. The crystal-iron composite material used as the wall is extremely strong, enough to withstand artillery bombardment.

   But all this is meaningless to Ian, who inherits the sand armor apprentice and has a vision of vision.

  Just relying on his own sense of the source of the earth element, he can know which crystal iron plate is more fragile, and the vision of foreseeing allows him to hit the most vulnerable point of the target with each sword.

   In less than five seconds, he opened the passage to the source of the blue mist.

   Crash, a figure landed on the ground with crystal chips and stone dust.

  Ian held a sword in one hand and scanned the environment in front of him.

  This place is already the center of the insect nest, the most core place.

   This is a chamber wrapped in crystals and metal. The dense blue-green mist lingers between the translucent crystal clusters, hovering in the center of the deep insect nest.

  You can hear the 'crack' sound of flesh and blood wriggling, you can also hear the rustling sound of tiny things moving, and the long wind sound as if something is breathing.

   Immediately, even Ian couldn't see everything in front of him with his eyes. He could only hear these voices and smell a strange smell that he didn't know whether it was fishy smell or sandalwood.

   But what is tense is that when entering this place, the vision is more serious.

   "Psychic power has tripled? It's a little stronger than expected..."

  Placing one hand on his forehead, amidst the waves of psychic energy that seemed to materialize, Ian frowned and heard and saw something.

   Then, he showed an expression of astonishment.

  In the young man's blue eyes, a bright golden light was reflected.

   Immediately after…

  He heard a baby cry, and heard the loud celebration and joy of the crowd.

  He saw a hand approaching him gently, with love and compassion.

  [Child...It's a pity that you were born in such a world, in this cage-like world]

  The woman's voice is weak and gentle, with deep love: [But I'm glad you were born, born in such a magnificent world]

This is a stronger psychic influence than before. It feels like a slippery and cold tentacle has penetrated into Ian's brain, forcing it into Ian's thinking, and directly 'burning' other people's memories and thoughts in in the teenage brain.

   "The psychic power is really strong... If it wasn't for my psychic power, it is also strong enough, and there is a silver chip to assist in the control. It may directly bypass my brain and remotely control my body through the nerves."

   Slowly let out a breath, Ian was holding the long sword tightly at this moment.

  In the vision of foresight, he has been surrounded by masses of materialized dark blue mist, wrapping around his hands, feet and neck.

  Human vision cannot see this strange scene, but psykers can see the appearance of the two sides confronting each other in the invisible world.

  The will of the hive... Ian called the "will and life" that was dormant in the center of the nest protected by the mother worm.

  Its psychic power is terrifying, it can be said to be a 'soul-eating insect' on the psychic level.

  Just now, he sensed more than seventeen microcurrent attacks on his soul, spirit, and nerves, each of which was enough to instantly brainwash an ordinary person or an ordinary monster into "self".

   Yes, myself.

The psychic power of the Hive Will has a large number of functions such as 'electromagnetic', 'spiritual attachment', 'memory writing', 'soul transcription', 'physical domination' and 'self-replication', and is similar to Ian's vision of vision, integrating a large number of lower-level abilities High energy.

  For ordinary people, it can directly tamper with nerve electrical signals to control the body, and reproduce self-will on others through memory writing and soul transcription.

  For the Ascendant, after defeating it, it can also be slowly transformed through psionic power.

As long as there are enough 'flesh', the hive mind will continuously create its own clones... If it is given a civilization full of ordinary people, Ian absolutely believes that it can create a gestalt will, a hive Group civilization.

"I said, how come the female worm, the leader of the hive, doesn't have its own unique psionic powers, as if it can only use the power of the hive psionic network to control the parasitic creatures... Emotion is just an ordinary boss, hidden The enemy is still inside the nest!"

Ian's psychic energy is attacking and defending against the opponent's psychic energy. This goes deep into the spiritual realm. The psychic energy of the will of the hive has been greatly strengthened in his lair. It is endless and full of toughness. Ian's line of defense seized this highest-level body.

  Yes, the hive is very greedy... It has been spying on the body of the ether crystal dragon, which is the perfect body it dreams of, strong and tough, full of potential, and can perfectly carry its will.

   But the opponent is strong and quick-witted, so it is difficult to capture, so I took advantage of the opponent's advancement to capture the dragon egg and cultivated it from scratch.

  This plan has been successful, but it has noticed Ian again... It has noticed this human being who is also strong and tough, and has superb spiritual talent.

   Its former kin.

  Such an extraordinary condition, stemming from the inner desire, instantly made the hive will make up its mind to make Ian a part of itself, at all costs.

   But Ian is not so easily brainwashed.

He stepped forward, and the ground at the core of the nest was wet and slippery, full of mucus and various unknown flesh and blood tissues, coupled with the fluorescence released by the crystal clusters, it made people feel like they were in another world or the stomach of a beast .

  However, the wind brought by the boy's actions has blown away the thick mist that lingers ahead, vaguely revealing the location of the 'worm nest will'.

During this process, the attack of the Hive Mind was useless, and it even confused it—even if its psionic energy could not be completely parasitic, it could at least try to write some false memories and make people fall into hallucinations, but why this time? When encountering this white man, it has no effect at all?

  The answer is actually very simple.

   That is, Ian himself parasitized himself long before the will of the hive parasitized the young man.

  If the relationship between a person and his body is like that of a mecha and its driving AI, then a psyker with the mind control system is like an airborne pilot.

  Psykers can use their authority to suppress the AI, and then drive the machine by themselves.

To put it bluntly, no matter how magical the psychic power of the Hive Will is, it is nothing more than suppressing the AI ​​of a body and replacing it with itself, and then rewriting the control program and instinctive response for the body during the control process. Slowly transform a body into its own appearance.

  But Ian directly gave up the outdated flesh and blood nervous system that had not been sublimated into the phase neural network, and instead used the silver chip to control all his actions—he even let the silver chip back up his own memory, checking for differences every second.

And the three sublimated source matter structures in the three sublimated organ chips in the body are all fully operating, forming two triangular source matter structures. increase!

  Ian is no longer an AI controlled by his own physical instinct.

  He also became a driver.

   In this way, the hive will, which is also the driver, can't rewrite Ian's will. It can't do anything except create some illusions.

   But even so, it was scary enough.

  The wind blew away the dense fog, causing the sandalwood mist hovering in the center of the insect nest to sway, making everything clear in the radiant light.

   What appeared in front of Ian was a cocoon.

   A giant cocoon.

  The sound of sizzling sounded in this cocoon. This is a large white cocoon suspended in the center of the nest. It is a full five meters high, and something is taking shape inside.

   It can be vaguely seen that there is an amorphous shadow wriggling and entangled inside the translucent cocoon, and countless granulation is growing on it, repeating the cycle of entanglement, fusion and reemergence.

   That's a brain.

  (end of this chapter)