Chapter 1050: Chapter 573, Protozoan Riot
Anton Dubo didnât need to observe to realize that forcing himselfâand the kind of superior existence capable of single-handedly reaching Titan-level capabilitiesâwas being immobilized. This could only be achieved by a neuron progeny with Alpha-class Psychic strength.
But... why?
Wasnât the neuron progeny under tight control?
How could it suddenly break free?
Indeed, he had stepped down from the control console, but that only meant temporarily relinquishing his manipulation and utilization of the neuron progenyâs powers. In this case, he also forfeited the advantage required for psionic confrontation against Gu Hang in space, allowing Gu Hang to act at will.
That didnât mean the neuron progeny had lost its restraints.
Before the war even began, Dubo, as Fleet Commander-in-chief and the highest-ranking among the seven Principal Sages, was certainly not confined to the progeny chamber, accompanying this creature at all times.
In peacetime, his visits here were few and far between.
Normally, the neuron progeny remained securely controlled within this chamber built with the peak of Alfonso Sectâs technological capabilities. Its sole purpose was to ensure the neuron progeny stayed firmly restrained.
Theoretically, even in the absence of personnel, as long as the equipment remained operational, the progeny shouldnât have had any chance of escaping.
Let alone the fact that the chamber wasnât empty at this moment.
Though Dubo had stepped away from the console, six Dominant Bishops were still operating the control and restraint systems.
How could this happen...
Wait a minute?
When he stopped controlling the neuron progenyâs powers, did that leave Gu Hang unopposed?
Was it Gu Hang?
But how could he possibly direct his psionic force with such pinpoint precision to this location?
The distance between the two sides was measured not just in thousands of kilometers but exceeded several planetary diameters. Utilizing psionic force to tear through a shipâs Void Shield was still within the realm of understanding, as there were prior examples. But to accurately target a specific chamber within a ship, channel force through the Void Shield, and precisely deactivate the neuron progenyâs restraintsârather than simply causing destruction and havoc...
Could a Psychic achieve this? Could a human achieve this?
Am I truly up against a Demon God?
Questions swirled in Duboâs mind, but no answers emerged.
Matins wouldnât let this moment pass.
Although he too was shaken by the neuron progeny bursting free of its restraints behind Dubo, he didnât find his own body immobilized. Evidently, the neuron progeny hadnât targeted him.
Still, whatever the reason, seizing this opportunity to cut Dubo down was paramount.
But just as Matins was about to step forward, Gu Hangâs voice echoed in his mind.
"Your mission is complete. Assemble your battle brothers and prepare to retreat."
Matins froze for a moment before snapping to realization.
The neuron progeny wouldnât spare the mechanical sage before it.
Though it appeared restrained by some force, the mechanical bodyâs durability was beyond question.
There still might be an opening for escape, and their confrontation could well become a fight between dragons and tigers.
However, to Matins, the two were both enemies. If they fought each other to death, it would be optimal.
If they didnât withdraw now, what were they waiting for?
So, Matins quietly climbed back out through the "dog hole" burned into the alloy door by seven or eight Thermite Bombs.
No obstacles awaited him.
Clearly, the neuron progeny wasnât targeting him, allowing him to retreat unhindered.
Outside, battles still raged against the Protection Army. Several of Matinsâ group guarding the "dog hole" couldnât help but glance back.
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The Battle Group Leader crawling back out looked somewhat ridiculous...
But that wasnât important!
Larson couldnât help but ask, "Battle Group Leader, what happened inside? I felt an incredibly terrifying surge of psionic force..."
"The neuron progeny has broken free. Our mission is complete. Gather the troops and prepare for retreat. Also, get ready to carry out psionic teleportation back to the Eagle Horse."
"As expected of the Battle Group Leader!" Larson praised, "Even breaking the neuron progenyâs seal!"
"Uh..." Matins felt a bit awkward as he thought to himself, I didnât do anything except crawl through that dog hole in and out...
However, he kept this thought to himself. Now wasnât the time to speak of such matters!
Larson reported another issue: "The distance is too great, and thereâs heavy psionic interference..."
As he spoke, they felt a sudden tremor shake the alloy door behind them. Though the door hadnât broken, flames were visible through the "dog hole."
"...Because of this," Larson added. "I canât complete the targeting for teleportation."
"Itâs fine. Just prepare; the Governor will handle it."
With this assurance, Larson relaxed.
The team near the alloy door mobilized again, this time solely focused on gathering their battle brothers entrenched in skirmishes.
One of the Terminators beside Matins raised a war flag high.
This visible marker helped their allies converge.
The time allotted for their regrouping wouldnât be long.
Gu Hang, now operating at full capacity, had already begun tearing down Alfonso IIâs Void Shield.
Once the Void Shield shattered, the next stage would be a full-scale fleet bombardment.
Although the War Arkâs armor was undoubtedly heavy, relying solely on its plating for defense clearly wouldnât suffice.
This War Ark would likely be devastated soon.
Matins had no desire for his battle group to perish alongside it.
Moreover, with the passage of time, the neuron progeny behind the alloy door would soon eliminate Anton Dubo. It shouldnât take much longer; that alloy gate likely couldnât hold this top-tier Insect Tyrant for long.
It was only a matter of time before it burst out.
When unleashed, the enraged insect beastâs level of destructionâand whether the Phoenix warriors would be caught in the crossfireâremain uncertain.
Thus, in roughly fifteen minutes, the Interstellar Warriors had reached the necessity of retreat.
This regrouping only brought together fewer than five hundred warriors. However, they successfully merged with the group protecting the critically wounded.
Larson led the team in preparing psionic teleportation.
The destination was pre-assigned as the Allianceâs aircraft carrier, the Eagle Horse. Despite the immense distance, even Larson could only vaguely perceive it.
At such strength, successful psionic teleportation was practically impossible. Forced execution would only scatter all five hundred of them to an unknown location.
Despite this, out of trust in the Governor, Larson gritted his teeth and executed the teleportation.
The weightlessness unique to psionic teleportation rapidly engulfed them. Once senses returned, the Phoenix warriors anxiously opened their eyes.
They had returned to their starting point.
Psionic teleportation had succeeded. They were back on the Eagle Horse.
Safe at last.