Chapter 1068

NO. 191: Millet, possessing the ability to remember future existence.

The Faction's movements are quite strange.

——Even before the border port city of Dragon Gate in Great Yan came into contact with the enemy forces, Aomo, located in the combat command room of the Dragon Gate Near Guard Bureau, had already received this report.

After all, most of the rear wartime preparers who are unaware of the truth don't really know the specific situation at the front.

When watching those news broadcasts, the mind simply formed the impression that 'the Faction and the demons are colluding, attempting to annex the land.'

It is precisely because they hold this preconceived notion that they are surprised when they actually join the battle, due to minor clashes between some Faction troop types and the demons.

Especially since these minor clashes occur from time to time, it is clear that these small battlefields are located in different areas, with the farthest distance between them reaching several hundred kilometers.

And the attentive intelligence personnel quickly noticed the synchronization in timing of these minor clashes.

It is almost as if there exists an attack order with no delay, issued on a large scale in sync every so often, and then it stops after an interval of 8 to 10 minutes.

"This phenomenon itself is a kind of proof."

In the combat command room where people come and go and various intelligence and tactical remarks intertwine, Dr. Luo Xia stands out and says to Aomo:

"Are you saying that several of the newborns have not been assimilated by the demons?" He waved aside the messenger of the drone intelligence team beside him, looked at this NPC doctor who should reflect Luo Xia's past appearance, and still felt some regret.

Regrettably, that doctor himself did not come to experience it.

One could somewhat see that this game itself has a different ordinary positioning for him; he had thought the other party would be an eager participant, but the result was absence.

Perhaps there are still some twists and turns in there that he himself doesn't understand...

Aomo isn't particularly concerned about this; after all, even if it's an NPC doctor resembling a god-required hooded male model, the help it can provide is roughly the same.

Because what he needs is not special intelligence.

Given the participation of many 'players', among whom quite a few are veteran non-transmigrator employees of Rhodes Island, much of the intelligence that was once secret has already become common knowledge for them.

Just like 'The Sea of Soralis', which was once a theory circulated only among a tiny group, it has now been proven, and many people know this knowledge.

This is even more so now, with the addition of various 'high-level NPCs' from the game world in various senses.

The Wu Emperor and the Yan Emperor—each's abilities under their command are beyond doubt.

So intelligence is not lacking.

And Wang and Qishena also possess the aura and confidence to speak on equal footing with those two emperors.

Sandwiched between them, somewhat awkwardly, is actually Aomo, who appears to have no sect or teacher.

He lacks external influence, and even more so the authority to command certain capable NPCs.

This is the role that the NPC doctor can play.

In this historical node of the game, Rhodes Island, although not overly a warlord organization, the reputations of Dr. Kai'axi and the Wraith Commander Kazider still deserve a bit more esteem in the ears of well-informed bigwigs.

Although Aomo isn't quite clear why this would be worthy of higher regard, in this rushed situation, simply understanding the current state is already enough.

Investigating deeply is ultimately a luxury that only comes when one has leisure.

Now, he only needs to gain the doctor's trust first through the help of other players.

Yes, gaining the doctor's trust is enough.

The obviously suspicious and not-so-friendly Dr. Kai'axi was excluded from Aomo's communication list from the start, and frankly, she is also very busy.

After all, the current leader of Rhodes Island is that little rabbit named Amiya.

It can be seen that the young lady is still in the training stage; although Dr. Kai'axi has a clear tendency to delegate authority, she ultimately needs assistance from the side—and given the magnitude of this matter, it is obviously not appropriate to treat the young lady as a whetstone.

Despite the doctor's amnesia still having an effect, even after more than half a year there are still many inadequacies in the present, and ultimately she must bear everything.

Aomo thus has no reason to disturb her.

It is still wise to seek the doctor and Amiya, who can share some workload but won't be too busy.

Just considering what he learned from others, Miss Amiya has an instinct that is not well controlled, so Aomo proactively chooses to avoid her.

Rather than saying he fears mind-reading, it's more that he fears the mind-reader might faint, causing unnecessary misunderstanding.

At this time, the doctor and Amiya are busy in different directions, causing their positions to separate, which also gives Aomo an opportunity.

Without deliberate pleasantries or deliberate discussion of preferences, they go straight to the tactical discussion of the current battlefield.

Interpersonal communication has always been a field of study.

This field of study begins with communication and ends with demonstration.

How to show the other party a value that is eye-catching and leaves a deep impression, allowing you to improve their impression without haste—this field of study, Aomo rarely demonstrates, but it does not hinder him from having an outstanding student named Zhenjiling.

"This is such a possibility, but not excluding it..." The doctor, who had quickly chatted with Aomo about the present, paused slightly here, then said in a low voice, "It is disguising itself."

This change in tone naturally carries some profound meaning in the eyes of the demon, but it is not hard to understand either.

After all, according to other players' discussions, among the Faction's several newborns, two of them are directly related to the two Rhodes Island operators.

Excluding the temporarily safe Little Mr. Shuiyue, Scathach is obviously already fallen into the unknown.

Perhaps Scathach has already left the doctor some deep impression... Holding this speculation, Aomo merely raised his eyebrows: 'Although the newborns indeed possess intelligence equal to or even surpassing humans, is it necessary in this situation where they hold an overwhelming advantage?'

"Not that cautious," the NPC Millet who had been seen outside before and now also appears inside, gave Aomo a ghostly look again, but without fixation turned to the doctor, saying, "I heard from my older brother that the Faction's newborns are not in league with the demons."

Having said that, she then looked at Aomo.

"Hello, Miss Millet."

"Hello, Mr. Linton."

Noticing her gaze, Aomo gave a simple greeting, and the other party readily complied; immediately Aomo asked: "What is his basis?"

"The Faction's population currently consists mainly of large legions of low intelligence or even no intelligence; at first glance it seems like a plan to conserve energy, but considering the demons' erosive collapse is accomplished based on mental assimilation..."

"They are still struggling, and the way they struggle is by continually increasing those weak-minded compatriots that are hard for demons to assimilate." Aomo fell into thought.

Although 'weak-minded' sounds like an insult and has an inexplicable humorous feel, no one present noticed; moreover, the Doctor then said: "But they are indeed acting together with the demons, and we have indeed seen many high-level Faction members assimilated by the demons."

"Their existence means that the Faction's thought network must already be contaminated."

"Shouldn't the highest authority have the ability to segment lower-level individuals?" Aomo asked, "Moreover, the Faction emphasizes a single strong-willed collective; as long as there is a nascent entity serving as a firewall, it would be extremely difficult for demons to fully assimilate them."

"The highest authority normally wouldn't grant segmentation to lower-level individuals, but they can order those individuals to become a nutritionally and thoughtless dormant stage. Theoretically, if they place enough importance on it, they could eliminate all demon assimilation." Geledi'ya, who had previously cooperated on a mission, approached and said.

At the moment when all the deep-sea hunters among the NPCs had disappeared, the only ones still lively were she as a player and that Urbain— as for Laurentina and Skadi, who had been beside Aomo before the game, and the other deep-sea hunters, they did not appear at that moment.

Aomo wasn't quite clear about the others, but the reason Skadi didn't come was obvious.

Obviously, she was afraid that her already unstable state would be further stimulated.

"We should nip this theory in the bud right now; take a look at this decapitation plan—I had already drafted it earlier."

He glanced at the doctor nearby in the war command room, cutting off such endless exchange of speculation.

At a time when everyone was busy coming and going, with frequent messages arriving from Great Yan and Ursus, even though the topics under discussion were very important, simply standing there chatting gave one a strong feeling of guilt, as if one were wasting time.

But that was just his feeling.

With his finger constantly tapping the phone and occasionally entering commands into the game chat room, the multithreaded Aomo did not have the illusion of wasting time.

Even when the topic reached this point, as the doctor pulled out that series of preliminary plans for a decapitation operation that included Ishamara, he began to resign.

The reason is simple: he does not participate in this plan, nor does he advocate it.

But he also does not speak up to modify it, let alone stop it.

After all, having an extra preparation is also good.

As long as he acts quickly enough, this plan will not hinder his attempts; on the contrary, it can serve as a fallback Plan B.

So he, in the name of the doctor, contacted an information liaison officer who had been urgently transferred from the Kazadeer Military Committee.

It turned out to be an unexpected familiar face—Er Er Su La.

Because their two meetings were not in the correct timeline, and could not even be considered the genuine article from the Holy Terra Federation side, Aomo also did not speak up with the intention of reminiscing unilaterally.

All he sought were the positions of a few of the initial ones.

This is not a secret, because the locations of those few initial ones are each guarded by a specially made powerful Faction individual.

Regardless of whether their appearance is conspicuous, just the physiques of those Faction individuals are especially striking, let alone the fact that among them are mixed foreign monsters assimilated by demons.

Just hanging there, propped up, is enough to make one feel—there must be some kind of leader‑level monster there.

Precisely because they are so conspicuous, the doctor's decapitation operation plan could be formulated so quickly.

But the exact positions still need to be probed.

After all, setting aside the other few initial ones with huge physiques, Ishamara, hidden deep in Skadi's bloodline, truly is a 1:1 original‑type physique of the prototype Skadi.

If she does not show up voluntarily, trying to find a person among the piles of various strange hunting beasts would obviously be hopeless.

But some things do not require visual confirmation—for example, the blood demon in the Sakazi of Kazadeer can use blood as a marker to judge the other's location; likewise, although the headquarters are in Sami, there happens to be a player‑surviving cyclops capable of making prophecies whose content is mostly undesirable.

The reason such prophecies are inauspicious is just like the legend of the crow.

Because they always prophesy for the Sakazi, and the Sakazi peoples themselves rarely get along well.

——You always give prophecies to those doomed losers, so your prophecies are naturally always inauspicious.

So, regardless of auspiciousness, he wants a prophecy.

But it was somewhat unexpected that, while he was having Er Er Su La relay his request to those few cyclops staff, Miss Shu happened to walk up and recite a string of numbers that someone of her fragmented nature ought not be accustomed to contacting.

Those were latitude and longitude.

In the Terra Federation this coordinate system is extremely widespread, but here it is used only in certain areas.

"Have you already seen that which is to come?"

When he asked, the other party merely smiled and said nothing.