Catherine frowned and looked at the Governor's Palace, which was surging with fire in front of her.

After a fierce battle, the remnants of the Governor's Palace's aristocratic private soldiers have been wiped out, the soldiers are quickly tidying up the battlefield, and the planetary radio station under the Governor's Palace has been completely controlled by them.

But Catherine still couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

The third natural disaster has raged in the galaxy, with more than 30 billion dead and injured.

The war on the border of the empire is in full swing, and their uprising is now in the final stages, and in order to protect more administrative stars on the periphery of the empire politically, they need to make the next administrative stars that are 'unable to be protected by the remaining military power of the empire' have a democratic uprising.

The framework of the uprising that they had laid out was to be tripled in a short period of time.

The problem of resource shortage can be solved by increasing the injection of resources here, but the problem of manpower shortage is a headache for Catherine.

Soldiers who have firm ideals and lofty goals, and are willing to dedicate themselves to the liberation of the people of the empire, each of them is extremely precious;

If the conditions for attracting talented people are relaxed, it will be easy for speculators to mix, and it will be easy for the fruits of the uprising to be poached by those who are going backwards.

Catherine is not ignorant of politics.

On the contrary, she can now foresee that the mentality and goals of the high-ranking members of the revolutionary army who are currently united around her will gradually change after their successful uprising, and she herself cannot tell where this road will go when the time comes.

Catherine muttered:

"You can't give up on leaving the darkness because of the struggles that may arise after the dawn.

"Chief?"

A puzzled voice from a communications technician was heard.

Catherine shook her head with a smile and said softly, "Does our team control the planetary broadcast system?"

"It's under complete control."

"That's good," Catherine said, "Ask them about the progress of the various operational units, and remind them that there is not much time left, and that we need to start the operation in six galactic hours.

"Yes!"

The technician repeated Catherine's orders to the communicator, and a communication support team of thousands of people used the "high-latency temporary communication path" provided by the law to conduct simple communication.

Catherine walked to the top of the Doge's Palace, leaning on the bare flagpole and looking out over the quiet city.

"You will have a bright future. She whispered.

"Madam President, your prediction is not wrong, the Imperial Guard system really did not attack us."

Emilia couldn't help frowning slightly as she listened to the exclamations coming from the video conference.

In fact, the ideal situation is that the Imperial Guard system sends a small force of the Third Cataclysm Legion, and then they are eliminated without casualties, so that they can also take the initiative in the subsequent interstellar political game.

But now the fact is that the Falling Wind Alliance has no worries.

It was obviously the white ghost who killed Levy, but the emperor guard system chose to avoid the white ghost's lair in the indiscriminate attack on human civilization.

This incident will inevitably lead to all kinds of conspiracy theories in the future.

Emilia certainly preferred the situation as it was now, as their soldiers did not have to die innocently, to the slander that might arise afterwards; But then the question arises - whether they should send troops to help the other governments fend off the attack of the Levy Ship Regiment.

Morally, they must advance and retreat with other polities;

But from a realistic point of view, especially since the ninth battle cluster in the Sherman Empire has not yet been opened, it is very likely that it is against the forces of the Falling Wind Alliance and the Ghost Mystery Fleet.

Emilia said, "Don't be too optimistic, I always feel like the calm before the storm, and there is a large force of the Scourge that has not moved, so let our soldiers not take it lightly.

"Please rest assured, Lord Chairman, all the generals of the United War Department have gone to the front line, and we will defend the Falling Wind Alliance to the death.

"You've done a great job.

Emilia was about to say a few words to boost her morale, when the dummy maid on the side suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words in Amilia's ear.

Emilia's expression changed slightly.

She thought for about half a minute, as if digesting the news, and then stood up.

Her gaze shone brightly, her beautiful face and well-proportioned figure exuded the beauty of a human woman, and her expression and slightly clenched fists showed an excellent will to fight.

"Everyone! Suddenly!" Emilia said quickly:

"The mysterious fleet of ghosts is about to spread all along our borders, our army, all soldiers will immediately retreat, and there will be supply ships to deliver net helmets to our soldiers.

"There is a battlefield that needs our support right now, not just our soldiers, but more humans to support it!

"That battlefield is in the virtual world.

"Now, our god-level mechanical thinking body has mastered sufficient computing power, but it will take a long time for this computing power to turn into a spear and break through the protective layer of the imperial guard system.

"That's why my god-level mechanical thinking body has come up with a new plan.

"No, it's the White Ghost who has come up with a new plan, yes, it's the White Ghost who is leading the way, so that everyone can accept it more easily.

"The white ghost is attacking the Imperial Guard system on the battlefield of the virtual world, he needs our assistance, and a download file will appear on the network, which is a temporary client, and any human user with a holographic somatosensory device can use this client to enter the virtual world to carry our rich computing power!

"This must be done within three galactic hours, or the plan will be meaningless!

"This is the way to reduce human sacrifices, and it's also the plan that the White Ghost and his assistant have just calculated to put on a show, the plan codename, New Glimmer!

"Everyone! The detailed planning steps will be sent directly to you, and we will do everything we can to mobilize our people, and the more people who can log into the game within three galactic hours, the better!

"I need to come forward to communicate with dignitaries from various countries and give a speech on human civilization in the galaxy, so please come to you here from the Falling Wind Alliance!

"The White Ghost needs us! The more humans who can enter the virtual world, the better! The holographic client should be connected to the highest computing power unit at home!"

Video conferencing pin drops can be heard.

"This······ Isn't that too sudden······

Emilia smiled bitterly, "The battle situation should be very anxious! Cheer up, everyone! Don't always hold an official's shelf! Encourage our people with your enthusiasm and energy!

Many old people chuckled.

"Rest assured, President! Leave the internal mobilization of the Falling Wind Alliance to us!"

"Actually, there are three steps, first, let everyone know about it, second, let the person with the holographic device find the device and download the client, and third, enter the virtual world to help the white ghost!

"Uh," said an old man with gray hair, frowning, "isn't the holographic device a set for everyone?" This is my lifelong passion.

"It's expensive!"

"Hurry up!

"The slogan is that the White Ghost needs you! Take the prestige of the White Ghost to the extreme!"

"Hey, I'm going to buy some stocks in the holographic equipment industry chain first······

"You've got your voice out, hurry up!"

Emilia turned off the projection screen in front of her, and rushed to the studio she had set up in the conference room with her skirt in hand, where a team of simulators was already preparing.

She didn't know that Ritsu's plan was just a supplement.

Logging in to the virtual world through a holographic device at home is actually limited, and it can't carry too much computing power, so you can only be a soldier of combat scum.

When Ritsu made this plan, he just thought that it was better than nothing, and if he could increase the speed of the strategy a little, his boss's goal was to minimize the casualties of innocent humans, so if they won a minute earlier, they could save tens of thousands of affected humans.

Ritsu didn't expect that it was her whim that completely changed the situation of this war

。

In the virtual world, the army of ghosts led by the white ghost is in a bitter battle.

They are constantly dying and resurrecting;

They are experiencing pain, forgetting pain, and overcoming pain;

They have only one goal!

Move forward! Charge forward! Until tearing through the protective layer of the Imperial Guard system, rushing to the source of the third natural calamity, and sending out a cry from the human soul to the third natural calamity!

All kinds of weapons that have appeared in the human world have appeared one after another, the wars in the starry sky, the sea, and the land are constantly changing, and the space is constantly broken and reorganized, but the protective layer is destroyed layer after layer, almost endless!

Ritsu is not anxious, and there is no anxiety.

Between reality, virtuality, and virtual reality, she has already gained an advantage on three fronts.

Next, it's time to see which front will break through first!

Imperial Star, Imperial Palace.

The old emperor led his courtiers, looking at the images of the great battle coming back from the borders of the empire, and fell into a certain mood of despair.

The military power of the Empire is being unleashed outward.

After the Third Calamity, what will they do to consolidate their rule, and what should they use to leave to deter the Galactic Kingdoms?

Fortunately, with this huge mecha, the probability of them surviving is quite high.

But the imperial guard system is so tossed, the empire is afraid

"Your Majesty, why don't you rest first?"

The old emperor didn't answer, he just shook his head and looked down at one of the medals in his hand.

He was thinking, if he had chosen to support that young man unconditionally, would it be a different situation now, and whether he could be stable and write his name into the annals of history, so that future generations would remember that he had sat on this throne for a long time.

Looks like he's going to be a disgrace to the family.

Emperor Star, Ascension Laboratory.

"The experiment is in the final stages of preparation."

"Begin injecting a booster into Subject 1.

"Energy Storage Six is functioning normally. Energy Storage No. 5 is functioning normally.

"Subject 1's brain signals have become active, the signals are normal, and they have been channeled into a state of light sleep.

"Energy Storage No. 4 is functioning normally.

"The spatial polarization array is functioning normally, and the resonance coefficient has been updated."

A broadcast came to the ears of Director Eno.

Director Ino moved a chair and sat on the edge of the field, leaning against the metal wall, looking down at Bligh's figure, sighing softly, and beginning to remember his past life.

The countdown to the start of the experiment was beating before his eyes.

He suddenly had a hunch that his experiment might succeed, because he should always give an account to the tens of thousands of years of hard work in this laboratory, and to the countless experiments that died in this laboratory.

Evil.

Director Ino chuckled, looking at Bligh's eyes full of obsession.

It's only a few galactic hours.

No one could stop him, he had severed the lab's link to the Imperial network, the kind that was physically severed.

He only left a few escape routes, and when the experiment started, he let those who were willing to leave leave, after all, everyone was a colleague, and they didn't have to stay here.

Director Eno didn't want to leave.

The Levy Ancestor is dead, the Imperial Guard system is going crazy, and Director Eno knows exactly what will happen next.

The edifice of the empire will collapse with a bang, and even if some forces survive, the original Sherman Empire will cease to exist.

Director Ino suddenly thought of the White Ghost and Daphne, and gradually fell into a longer memory. The countdown is constantly beating.

The second department dragged the division to attack the living space of the time department.

As if unconsciously, the countdown receded to 00:59:59'.

It's time for the last galaxy. Virtual world!

What time is this? The seventh level? The eighth level? Continuous anti-common sense hyper-information warfare

Dou made Yang Wei's nerves a little numb.

He felt that he had been fighting for a few days and nights, and every time there were all kinds of enemies, and every time he needed various combat methods to break through his own cognition, but overall, the entire combat level was constantly moving forward, from cold weapons to battleships, from physical confrontation to consciousness combat.

There is no way, this is the "distorted" world created by the law of reason and law in conflict.

The two goddesses are making rules, and the rules collide with each other, producing all kinds of strange and relatively stable virtual spaces, and they are struggling to move forward in these spaces.

Yang Wei glanced behind him, and the crowd of black pressure couldn't count how many people there were.

These are the warriors of the falling wind, the warriors who won the Xie Luo War before.

In reality, they hide in the drone swarm, giving the drone swarm the characteristics of 'absolute anti-jamming' and 'super maneuverable'.

In the virtual world, they also did not lose the face of the wind, and the mechanical thinking body of the original capital of light that they killed lost their armor.

Yang Wei has already 'seen' it.

The ball of light that the City of Light had transformed into was just ahead, and it still looked like a fire-flying star.

Now, it seems that they have encountered a new problem. "Oh! Oh, my God! We're all wrapped in fog!

Kolev's shouts came suddenly.

Yang Wei was in a trance in front of him, a thick fog appeared under his feet, and the crowded figure around him suddenly disappeared, and he had no way to perceive the existence of other thinking bodies at all.

What kind of moths are coming out of them?

This should be the eighth level?

Yang Wei was not in a hurry, and immediately shouted, "Go forward! Don't back down! We can try and make mistakes!"

No response came, but several soldiers dressed in various strange shapes appeared in front of them.

"Commander!" One of them hurriedly said, "I'm lost!"

"We seem to have lost our spatial coordinates!"

Yang Wei frowned tightly and took a step forward, but those soldiers disappeared into the thick fog.

Sure enough, the last two lines of defense were not so easy to break through.

He didn't know if anyone else would get his message, but he still shouted:

"Everyone wait for the rules of the law to unfold! Try to move forward, and when you find someone, you can hold hands with each other!"

There was an echo from far and near:

"Understood!" Be!

"Uh, why does it look like someone else is coming in?"

Yang Wei was wondering, and suddenly felt that his shoulder was lightly bumped, he almost subconsciously turned around, grabbed the person around him, and the "Broken Sword" in the other hand was about to erupt a super beam immediately. Huh?

Yang Wei's movements paused.

He caught a young girl in her twenties, with a ponytail and a panicked face, wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans.

Something is wrong, this is not the protection of reason, nor is it the ghost army led by himself.

"You ······"

"White Ghost!" The girl suddenly shouted in a slightly sharp voice, "You're a white ghost!"

Yang Wei looked confused, what is the situation?

"I'm a fan of you! Can you sign me! Oh, no, it's a virtual world!

Yang Wei let go of the girl's arm, and just as she wanted to ask, the girl took a step forward excitedly, and her figure disappeared, leaving only a wisp of shaking smoke.

Yang Wei: ???

He was wondering when he suddenly felt that there seemed to be more figures in the smoke around him, and the originally empty area became crowded.

Yang Wei grabbed it casually, and a middle-aged uncle with a suspicious face and a suit and leather shoes was caught in front of him.

"Oh, the White Ghost? It's really you, Mr. White Ghost, where is this place? I followed the government information I received, and now I have entered the virtual world? I've been waiting for more than half an hour, and it's like I'm drifting, drifting."

"I'm a white ghost······ Wait, uncle, what are you talking about? Government letter

Interest?"

"Yes, yes, government information.

Yang Wei didn't let go of this uncle, and asked directly, "Can you tell me, what is going on outside?" I've been fighting here and don't know the situation.

This uncle is also calm, and said busily:

"About a galactic hour and a half ago, I was at work when a colleague of mine suddenly jumped on the table and shouted: The white ghost needs support.

"That President Emilia said you need support, and then our government sent a message, asking us to use our holographic perception equipment, connect to the best equipped personal terminals around us, download a client that is simultaneously pushed on the network, and enter the virtual world to support the white ghost, just like playing a game.

"They also said that if the virtual world dies, it will hurt a little, but it will not leave any psychological shadows, and it will moderately block some memories.

"All the equipped people from one of our departments are here...

··· Then it took a long time to get here······ Oh yes, I just saw that there was a task in front of my eyes, to help the white ghost get out of this chaotic space, find the others, and then arm in hand, as a fulcrum, form a human wall, and connect into a ······ That's all."

Yang Wei opened his mouth.

No, what's the use of ordinary people coming in? And that's too weak!

Is it that the battle situation outside is too unfavorable, and the law is already sick and rushed to the doctor?

"How's the battle going?"

"Do you mean the Third Calamity? It's miserable, I saw it on the news, tens of billions of people have died, but most of the Third Natural Disasters have been blocked at the borders of the empire by the fronts formed by various countries, and this empire is really a crime."

That is, the battle situation is the same as before, there are not many changes, some parts have been broken through, and most areas are still stalemate and fierce battles.

Yang Wei probably understood.

He said, "Come! You're behind me, grabbing my clothes! I'm going to catch the others! Don't let go of my clothes!"

"Good! Okay!"

The uncle grabbed Yang Wei's clothes and hid behind, Yang Wei took a step, the two moved synchronously, and a human wall composed of more than ten people appeared in the smoke in front of him, and new palms appeared on the left and right of the human wall.

Yang Wei immediately joined in with his uncle. "! White Ghost!"

"Ghost, I'm your idol! No, you're my idol!"

"Big Ghost! I want to have a baby with you! Our country has the technology for men to have children!

Yang Wei's forehead was covered with black lines. No, he's fighting!

He took his subordinates to fight bloodily in the virtual world, and the solemn, dignified, and heroic atmosphere has suddenly become a large-scale netizen face-to-face scene!

The human wall meets the human wall and forms a larger human wall.

But after a while, the human wall that Yang Wei was on meandered and led to the front.

More than ten minutes later, Yang Wei was embarrassed to deal with the howls of several big brothers around him, and a shout suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Is the ghost here?"

"Spectre-sama! You lead different people with your left hand and right hand, and walk forward! Ahead we see the exit! A lot of fighters are gone!

Yang Wei was stunned for a moment, and then did as he said.

The men, women and children who formed the human wall held hands in hand, and Yang Wei alternately held their wrists with both hands and walked sideways in front of them.

He saw faces.

They were full of enthusiasm, laughing and excited, nervous and apprehensive, and shy faces.

They dress differently, speak different languages, speak in different tones, and play completely different roles in their own living environments.

But here, they are all the same, they all have the same goal, the same role.

"Come on, Lord Ghost!" "Justice will prevail, ghost!"

"Ghosts! We are not afraid of natural disasters! Natural disasters can't defeat us!"

A fellow who looked like a student shouted, "The human civilization in the galaxy is proud of you!"

And then what you get is the one that rings back and forth

Laughter. Yang Wei couldn't help laughing, he cleared his throat, quickened the speed of shaking hands and raising his hands, and the faces in front of him alternated more and more rapidly, until his right hand was empty.

He stepped out of the white fog, and a flying skateboard appeared under his feet, and in front of him were huge battleships.

It's your own warship.

The flying skateboard rushed to the battleship with Yang Wei.

He looked down and saw an area of white fog spreading for an unknown distance, a long dragon running through the area of white fog, and a point of light that was constantly surging from behind.

Those points of light were faint, and some of them fell into the white mist area, becoming the ones who built the human wall.

Some of them floated forward, spreading out on those giant battleships, becoming ordinary people.

More and more ghost warriors are stepping on skateboards and rushing towards those giant battleships in the shape of a ring, but the number of these ghost warriors is not an order of magnitude compared to those faint lights.

Two lines of small words appeared in front of Yang Wei's eyes.

[The 160 billion human army is about to arrive on the battlefield, and the virtual world is about to fight a decisive battle. 】

[Due to the opening of 120 countries to their advanced computing power arrays and the connection of large-area civilian micro terminals to the grid, our computing power continues to expand and has been comprehensively suppressed. Yang Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

He grinned. "Ritsu, take my robe." [Yes, boss.] 】

Yang Wei suddenly became sleek and wore only a large pair of pants, but soon, the gray-white exoskeleton mecha appeared on him, and the iconic helmet of the white ghost covered his face.

Yang Wei had an extra lightsaber in his hand.

He shook the hilt of his sword, and his figure flickered, appearing in front of the untold number of giant warships, before the shimmering tide that was still surging wildly.

He raised his lightsaber. Airplanes-

The crimson light shone faintly in the void, and in the depths of the void, the ball of light that looked like a lantern was the previous city of light, and it was the core of the reason where it was hidden.

Yang Wei swung the lightsaber forward in his hand. "Victory!"