Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Ian continued to destroy the rocks and crystal plates beneath his feet, closing the distance between himself and the source of the blue mist in a straight line.

The internal structure of the hive is very complex, with twisted and swirling passages, psionic obstructions, and the crystalline composite material that acts as a wall is strong enough to withstand artillery fire.

But none of this meant anything to Ian, who was an apprentice of the Sand Armor and held a prophetic vision.

Just by virtue of his own sense of earth essena, he could know which crystal iron plate was more vulnerable, and the foresight allowed him to strike each sword at the point where the target was most likely to be destroyed.

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

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

With a sword in one hand, Ian scanned the environment in front of him.

This place is already the center of the hive, the most central place.

It is a chamber of crystals and metal, and a thick blue-green mist lingers between translucent crystal clusters, hovering in the center of the deep hive.

You can hear the 'grunt' of flesh and blood, the movement of subtle things, and the long sound of the wind breathing as if something was breathing.

For the first time, even Ian couldn't see everything in front of him with his eyes, he could only hear these sounds, and smell a strange smell that he didn't know if it was a fishy smell or sandalwood.

But what is nerve-wracking is that when you enter the place, the illusion is even more severe.

"Psionic energy tripled? It's a little stronger than you think......"

A hand was pressed on his forehead, and in a fluctuation of spiritual energy that seemed to materialize, Ian frowned and heard something.

Then, with a stunned expression.

The young man's blue eyes reflected a brilliant golden light.

Followed by......

He heard a baby's cry, and heard the clamor of celebration and joy of the crowd.

He saw a hand gently touching him, with love and affection.

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

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

This is a stronger psionic influence than before, and it feels like a slippery and cold tentacle has penetrated into Ian's mind and forcibly inserted into Ian's mind, trying to 'burn' other people's memories and thoughts directly into the teenager's brain.

"Psionic energy is really strong...... If it weren't for my psionic energy being strong enough and the silver chip to assist in control, it would have been able to directly pass through my brain and control my body through nerves. ”

Exhaling slowly, Ian clenched the sword in his hand at this moment.

In the Foresight Horizon, he was surrounded by a cloudy dark blue mist that wrapped around his hands, feet, and neck.

Human eyes can't see this strange scene, but psykers can see the two sides clashing in the invisible world.

Hive Will...... Ian called the 'Will and Life' that was protected by the mother in the middle of the nest and dormant in the center of the nest.

Its psionic energy is very terrifying, and it can be said to be a 'soul eater' on the psionic level.

Just now, he sensed more than seventeen attacks on his soul, spirit, and nerve microcurrents, each of which was enough to instantly brainwash an ordinary person or an ordinary demonic beast into 'himself'.

Yes, yourself.

The psionic energy of the Hive Will has a large number of functions such as 'electromagnetism', 'spiritual subordination', 'memory writing', 'soul transcription', 'physical domination', and 'self-replication', and is a high-energy psionic ability that integrates a large number of subordinate abilities like Ian's prophetic vision.

For ordinary people, it can directly manipulate the body with neural signals, and reproduce its own will on others through memory writing and soul transcription.

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

As long as there are enough 'flesh', the Hive Will will continue to create its own clones...... If it were given a civilization of all ordinary people, Ian was absolutely confident that it would be able to create a Gestalt will, a swarm civilization.

"I say, how come the mother worm, who is the leader of the hive, does not have her own unique psionic ability, as if she can only control the parasitic creature with the help of the power of the hive's psionic network...... Emotionally, it's just an ordinary boss, and the hidden enemies are still inside the hive! ”

Ian's psionic energy is attacking and defending with the opponent's psionic energy, which goes deep into the spiritual realm, and the psionic energy of the hive's will has been greatly strengthened in his own lair, and it is endless, and full of tenacity, vowing to tear Ian's defense line apart and seize this highest-level body.

Yes, hives are very greedy...... It had been spying on the flesh of the Aether Crystal Dragon, the perfect body it had ever dreamed of, powerful and tough, full of potential, and capable of carrying its will perfectly.

However, the opponent's strength is strong and agile, and it is difficult to capture, so he took advantage of the opponent's advance to seize the dragon egg and cultivate it from scratch.

The plan had worked, but it took note of Ian again...... Noticed this human being who was also strong and resilient, and had a supernatural gift for psionic abilities.

Its former kindred.

Such an extraordinary condition, born from the desire of the heart, instantly made the Hive determined to make Ian a part of himself, at all costs.

But Ian isn't so easily brainwashed.

As he stepped forward, the ground at the core of the hive was damp and slippery, covered in slime and all sorts of unknown flesh and blood, and the fluorescence emitted by the clusters made it seem like he was in the stomach of another world or a beast.

However, the wind brought by the teenager's actions blew out the thick fog that lingered in front of him, vaguely showing the 'will of the hive'.

In the process, the attack of the hive's will was useless, and 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 hallucinate, but why did it have no effect at all when it encountered this white people this time?

The answer is actually quite simple.

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

If the relationship between a person and his body is like a mecha and driving an AI, then a psychics with mental control are like an airborne pilot.

The psyker was able to suppress the AI with his authority and then pilot the mech himself.

To put it bluntly, no matter how magical the psionic energy of the hive's will is, it is nothing more than suppressing the AI of a body and replacing it with itself, and then in the process of control, re-writing the control program and instinctive reaction for the body, and using this method, slowly turning a body into its own appearance.

However, Ian simply abandoned the backward flesh and blood nervous system that had not yet sublimated into a phase neural network, and instead used the silver chip to control all his actions - he even had the silver chip back up his memories to detect if there was a difference every second that passed.

And the three sublimation essentia structures in the three sublimation organ-on-chips in the body are all in full operation, forming two triangular essentia structures, and the two cycle alternately, making the difficulty of the psionic energy of the hive will instantly multiply, or even multiply!

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

He also became a driver.

In this way, the Hive Will, which is also a pilot, cannot rewrite Ian's will, and it cannot do anything but create some illusions.

But even then, it's scary enough.

The wind blew away the thick fog, causing the sandalwood mist to hover in the center of the hive, making everything clear in the radiant light.

What appeared in front of Ian was a cocoon.

A huge cocoon.

Si Si Suo's voice rang out in the cocoon, a large white cocoon suspended in the center of the hive, a full five meters high, and something was taking shape inside.

An amorphous shadow inside the translucent cocoon can be seen wriggling and entangled, and countless flesh buds are growing on it, repeating the cycle of entanglement, fusion and re-emergence.

That's a brain.