Chapter 446: White Month
"Hiss..."
"Bang!"
Missiles from both sides of the conflict, intercepted by laser anti-missile systems, became merely greetings before the true battle began.
Some missiles had their warheads melted by the lasers, turning into "duds" that fell from mid-air, while the rest exploded directly in the sky, transforming into brilliant fireworks.
What followed was a mutual barrage of long-range fire between the two legions.
Those with innate long-range abilities were uniformly equipped with various auxiliary components to enhance their output, while those inclined towards close combat mostly carried portable artillery, allowing them to engage in long-range strikes during battle.
After all, not every mutated creature possessed an all-rounder ability, and only a small fraction of the spirit arts developed by humans were suitable for their use.
In modern combat, lacking long-range attack methods was undoubtedly a significant disadvantage.
As for the recoil of heavy weaponry, it was not an unbearable figure in the eyes of mutated creatures whose strength output was generally measured in tons.
After all, in Bai Mo's view, compared to humans, they were purer fighting machines, and their future development trajectory would lean towards cultivating them into primary combat units.
Because no moral codes constrained these mutated animals, they wouldn't, unlike human soldiers, occasionally ponder humanitarian issues when killing enemies.
Perhaps their values would change over the long years to come, but at least for the foreseeable future, these creatures, who would certainly not hesitate to commit several acts of genocide, would be the Land of White's most potent external claws.
...
After more than three years of construction, the core of the Land of White had completely relocated from the experimental grounds in the Tianqing suburbs to the new mechanical metropolis named White Month, located on the central plains.
From the outside, with its protective systems fully activated, White Month was entirely shrouded in a visible yet intangible darkness.
The permanently affixed A Thousand Miles in a Foot spirit art on it meant that even someone who appeared to be standing right beside White Month was, in reality, more than ten kilometers away.
This place was called a metropolis, but in truth, only Bai Mo resided within it. However, using the word "reside" seemed a bit strange, as his physical body, or rather, the Xuanhua that constituted his existence, permeated every corner of the city in the form of a matter-wave.
If someone could oversee everything in the entire city, they would discover that White Month was like a legendary ghost city: though seemingly empty, everything operated in a stable and orderly fashion.
Every minute, every second, the Xuanhua that carried his will and represented his existence after merging with his primordial spirit was slowly growing. This would not change until his consciousness was completely dissolved.
To alleviate and even resolve the crucial issue of Daoization, tens of thousands of laboratories were layered within White Month, dedicated to testing his various ideas.
"Only one step left." Bai Mo levitated the two experimental subjects in his hand with his mind, as if admiring some rare treasures.
As for the war against Yamato, it was completely negligible in his eyes compared to the matters here.
A pair of sleeping individuals, a man and a woman, floated in mid-air. Under Bai Mo's control, they slowly drifted towards the green crystal nearby.
This colossal crystal, named Tianhun Yan by Bai Mo, was a partial structural recreation he had made, mimicking the Soul Crystal he had once obtained, to store the existence of thirty million "elite" souls captured by the Jingshi Shengmie Jinlian several years ago.
As the core of the mind management network, it had always been stored in the center of White Month, tirelessly processing information from all over the world alongside the vast underground network of photonic parallel computers.
Just as the two sleepers, whose fates were unknown, were one meter away from the Tianhun Yan, a white light surged from Bai Mo's fingertip, then instantly split into three beams, shooting towards them and the Soul Crystal in the middle, respectively.
Half a minute later, the white light connecting the two individuals and the colossal Soul Crystal gradually vanished. With a thought from him, the surrounding scene switched from a fantastical core filled with futuristic aura to a resting room with a slight hospital feel.
"I... where is this?" The man among the two was the first to wake. His eyes, long accustomed to darkness, instinctively squinted against the light after he struggled to open them.
It took a full two or three minutes for him to gradually adjust to his surroundings, but countless questions still flooded his mind.
"What happened to me?"
"Where is this?"
"And who is lying next to me?"
...
A string of questions plagued him, but Bai Mo, watching silently from the side, clearly had no intention of answering. He transformed himself back into invisible waves, hiding within the soft light, contemplating something alone.
"Welcome to the Destiny System's permanent port. Your initial survival points are 100, moral points are 100, contribution points are 0, ID is..."
As the man in the hospital gown felt bewildered, the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind made him even more disoriented.
"What is this... what year is it now?" All these mysteries made him begin to recall scenes from sci-fi movies in his memory.
He even suspected that he might have been in a deep sleep for many years, only to wake up in a future world.
"The neural connection still needs fine-tuning..." Watching the man who seemed to lack strength, barely able to even exert himself to get out of bed, Bai Mo recorded the issues appearing in the experimental subject.
These were the first generation of artificial human bodies he had created by modifying foundational genes and artificially altering their physical structures. They would serve as the new bodies for the tens of millions of souls within the Tianhun Yan.
More than three years ago, Bai Mo had begun planning research into human body reconstruction and the project of soul-to-body interfacing. After realizing his Daoization problem, he made significant modifications to this plan.
Originally, he had merely intended to use the system as a link, to reconfigure the minds of all individuals connected to the system into an efficient decision-making network, thereby serving him better.
However, after considering the Daoization issue, he decided to attempt something even crazier: connecting the Xuanhua waves that constituted his existence with the subconscious minds of the newly created artificial humans.
Extracting specific emotions from intelligent life to gain resources for strengthening oneself—this was the cultivation method of the Crimson World Disciples, these "Heavenly Demons."
Bai Mo drew inspiration from their methods, attempting to use subconscious connections to bring the emotions of others into his camp against Daoization.
He saw himself as someone trapped in a swamp (world assimilation), using the method of continuously pulling more people into the water to delay his own submersion...
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