Chapter 127: Misunderstanding

"... The Chaos Demons have started coordinating in battle? Huh?"

When this situation was first observed, Li Ang was, to be honest, incredibly shocked. While the idea of Chaos Demons being able to coordinate in battle is relatively rare, it is very difficult to see in this kind of war.

Because every Chaos Demon harbors the deepest hatred and hostility toward Chaos Demons of other species. They never think about concepts like so-called cooperation for mutual benefit; all that exists is "let the fellow Daoist die, not me." This results in four times the numbers often failing to exert even half of their usual strength; for demons, coordination does not exist.

But now, Li Ang has observed Chaos Demons beginning to coordinate on the battlefield more and more.

Although it is very immature and crude, and to be honest, the performance can hardly be called good—more often than not, they are still holding each other back—it is very clear that they are indeed coordinating.

It is not that kind of unconscious entanglement and brawling between them, but a true, meaningful coordination of each other's behaviors and characteristics, and after mutually understanding each other's combat traits, carrying out long-term planning and coordination. Such a thing is very difficult for Li Ang to understand.

It is truly hard to understand; after all, even if one doesn't call it a blood feud, the demons could at least be said to have had no contact for ages.

The hatred between them is even far greater than the contradictory opinions within the material universe. Both sides wish they could cut, slice, and mince other demons within the Subspace. But now, they are presenting a very strange attitude of mutual tolerance.

At first, Li Ang thought these were low-probability events; after all, they are Chaos Demons, so nothing that happens is strange. But Li Ang has observed similar events occurring more and more frequently.

These demons are not in a hurry to fight, but rather conduct induction and summary on the battlefield first, and then present a trend of discussion among themselves. In the process of this discussion, one demon will be pushed forward as a leader, and this leader must push forward without any personal feelings.

To ensure this leader truly carries no thoughts or feelings, the other demons even use a profane Brand to constrain the thinking and patterns of these Subspace entities, somewhat similar to the Anti-Warp Matrix Li Ang himself tinkered with. He had reversed it to absorb Chaos without distinction, but seeing such demons actually learn his own things and appear before him, Li Ang was still greatly shocked.

Unnecessary, it's unnecessary, buddy. You are Subspace demons, you are immortal monsters; why have you suddenly started learning human things and started coordinating in battle? Watching the crude coordination of the demons on countless battlefields, Li Ang felt that things seemed to be developing in a somewhat wrong direction.

"How strange, logically speaking, it's impossible. Even no matter how I conduct my actions, what I can take is, in their eyes, only one percent, or even one-hundredth of a percent of the planet's land, and the population is only close to one-thousandth. The Old World is not a densely populated area, nor does it have any particularly densely populated places."

Reopening the world map, Li Ang looked at the small dot he presented on that vast, pitch-black world map, feeling exceptionally unable to understand.

He himself is a master of Subspace energy, so he naturally understands the thinking patterns of these beasts.

Even the Chaos Gods cannot truly control these demons in a meaningful sense; they themselves possess the characteristics of Chaos and the traits of confusion. But now they are earnestly learning his things, and Li Ang even saw some primitive Runic Armor beginning to appear on the bodies of the demons.

One must know that in the past, these things were the exclusive domain of the Khorne Demon. Something unknown must have happened in the Subspace, which led to this drastic change in these demons.

"First, rule out that it's me, because my ability is not enough."

Watching the changes in those demons, Li Ang sat in the Observatory, manipulating the Psychic Power that could almost cut through continental plates, and watching those crazy demons, he began to fall into his own thoughts.

"And to be honest, based on the comparison between my current abilities and the power of the Chaos Gods, they shouldn't be targeting me directly. I have never entered the Subspace, nor have I directly interfered with their status and authority. If one must say, these monsters also have no face to lose. What does it matter if I slap their faces? Humiliation and mockery have no practical meaning to them. Because they are not living things at all."

"I haven't been able to stimulate their abilities, and even if I wore down all the demons, to be honest, the essence is just erasing their wisdom and perception; I cannot erase the concepts themselves. Under the brewing of the Subspace, demons with these concepts will be born again sooner or later, so from the perspective of power, there is no possibility of them having hostility toward me."

"Rather, in a sense, I am still promoting the circulation of the entire Subspace. Because if such a bloated and cumbersome system is running for a long time, then the internal circulation of the Subspace will sooner or later fall into self-destruction; I even helped them."

Watching the demons who were wailing in despair at the brilliant golden light on the battlefield, launching a counter-charge with no possibility of victory against the positions of the Star-Bearer, Li Ang fell into confusion.

He truly could not understand what reason these demons and the Subspace had to target him.

In fact, Li Ang felt that his own actions were all very simple.

Is he the only lord who bombarded the space shield? No. On this vast planet, many species have launched attacks on the shield in the sky; the strongest shining light even made the entire planet bright for seven whole days. That man, called the Creator by the angels, died of exhaustion within the shield.

Compared to that kind of powerful monster, Li Ang felt that his own small-scale skirmishes didn't count for much. At most, it was a tentative test. Although he himself could now do stronger things using the Psionic Spire, it was completely unnecessary.

And is he the only lord who declared war on the Subspace and even erased demons? Of course not.

Even the Old World has Witch Hunters, such hunters specifically targeting Chaos Demon pollution. And in other worlds, there exist those super powers that specifically capture demons to generate electricity, or are even truly capable of erasing the true names of all demons and transforming them into slaves. The existence of these powers is obviously more conspicuous.

As for being able to fight, Li Ang felt that he could be considered capable. Other powers, more or less, need to care about all kinds of things, such as personnel aspects, and the erasure and waste at various joints in resources brought about by central management and regulation. But Li Ang has never had this concern. His ability dictates that everyone lives like bees in a hive, living in an orderly manner, placed in every suitable place.

"That is to say, something, or some of my actions, are stimulating them. Or perhaps some trait I have displayed makes them feel a sense of threat."

Feeling the tide of Subspace Psychic Power beginning to pour toward this side, Li Ang raised an eyebrow.

These Chaos Gods even temporarily abandoned many worlds and regions, starting to choose to fully incite the tide of the Subspace to spread toward the Old World. Although the vast majority has been swallowed by the World Scar and the Antarctic Giant Tower and converted into Li Ang's power, the leaked portion is enough for them to summon their demon armies in various regions. To be honest, this kind of thing is really a headache. Because to keep this sudden army from collapsing, Li Ang himself must also airdrop his own demon armies—oh no, his rapid response forces—to counter them.

The soulless ones of the Pale Army have very low adaptability to psychic teleportation; sometimes they have to carry a series of rune steel plates for spell connection to guide these monsters in teleporting.

Therefore, what is often seen on the battlefield is a bunch of steel cones falling from the sky with golden-red sparks, smashing into the demon lines, from which a bunch of human-like terrifying things emerge, then tear apart all the demons around them, and then stir them into a pile of mud.

This kind of thing didn't happen much before, but now, on every front, these demon armies need to be airdropped at the drop of a hat. This has led Li Ang to have to use a large amount of his psychic reserves on this kind of meaningless tug-of-war and teleportation battle. Otherwise, if the psychic reserves return to zero, causing him to briefly lose the ability to cast spells across continents, the front line will collapse within tens of minutes or even an hour.

Once the front line collapses, wanting to take it back is not a simple matter. Li Ang wanting to maintain these front lines is naturally not because he is kind-hearted, but because he wants to claim them.

Only by protecting everyone's world can one better concentrate power to fight against the demons, right?

It's just that the madness of the demons now is a bit beyond Li Ang's imagination.

"Energy storage speed has dropped by six percentage points; in this way, entering the bombardment time will be a period slower than expected. Although on the surface it is only a little bit, as time passes, the front lines I need will only get larger and larger, and the power needed will only consume more and more. The estimated plan will be delayed by one to three months..."

Looking at the plan curve presented in front of him, Li Ang frowned.

These demons cannot stop his pace. This is a confirmed thing. They have no way to hurt him, nor any way to stop the progress of the plan. Bombarding the World Shield is a thing that must be completed.

As for wanting to hurt Li Ang himself, to be honest, ever since the Stonehenge opened and he began to master Psychic Power, Li Ang has basically been impossible to kill. And now, as long as there is the existence of Subspace power, even if his own physical body dies, I am afraid it has no great significance.

The Cloning Vat is placed there; if you want a body, make one yourself. Although Li Ang hates the concept of the Soul very much, he himself is a true master of manipulating the Soul, capable of easily performing this kind of soul transfer behavior. As long as his own thinking and actions still exist, Li Ang does not care what the physical body is all about. The physical body affecting the spirit is an illusion caused by interacting with the surroundings.

He is like this, what is he interacting with the surroundings for? Turning into a beautiful girl and sleepwalking to act cute? Is the Silent King Orivien not more real than him? Thinking carefully, even now Li Ang does not know whether the Silent King is male or female.

"So the only answer is one. They are stalling for time..."

Watching those demons rushing forward one after another, incessantly and futilely bombarding the positions, and even crashing into them to consume them, Li Ang frowned, seemingly feeling that some key nodes had been perceived by him.

"Do they need time to do something? In this world, they are the gods of the Subspace, almost omnipotent, and do not need to stall for any time. Rather, the concept of time itself in the Subspace has become very ambiguous; what exactly they need to stall for is hard to say. Then what they need to stall is the time of the standard concept."

"Coupled with them starting to learn my runes, my power, and starting to recognize my existence and trying to use the players to manipulate and fool me. Then calculating it this way, the result seems to be within these changes."

"They are learning me, understanding me, understanding my fighting style, and trying to eliminate me."

"Now, their application in terms of runes has matured, so what about the players?"

"The players are in another world, and that world basically already has my Psionic Spire; theoretically speaking, it is no longer a problem. But what if? What if these people make something?"

"Hmm, that must be it. I am afraid these Chaos Demons have found some way to bypass my observation and obtained information about the player world. Chaos pollution and actions are always complementary to each other. They should have obtained something... They should have acquired something. And that thing, to me, should be fatal."

"But, what kind of place could make me fatal?"

His own body on the player's side is actually dispensable, isn't it? Isn't he sending it over entirely by transmitting thought signals now? Those bodies and thoughts are completely irrelevant things. If you want a few, you can have a few. Why are the Chaos Demons so anxious to erode the player world?

Leaving the thirty-grid big world alone, to go find a four-grid small world to play around in??

And just at this moment, the system, which had been quiet for a long time, sent a message.

"Warning: Chaos pollution has occurred within your territory."

"Warning: Chaos pollution has occurred. Please note, Chaos does not always appear in the form of an enemy; their foundation is the most beautiful wish, so Chaos is difficult to be completely eradicated."

"Hint: You can use your own way to sever the link to Chaos, but this will require a great price..."

"..."

Looking at the warning on the screen, Li Ang's expression darkened.

I have no more drafts and have started writing in real-time; two o'clock is for the remaining six thousand words, sorry, sorry.

(End of this chapter)