The Flying Device Dragon X-type finally unleashed its sharp, dazzling radiance with nothing held back.

To fight those "controlled" seniors and forebears who already lived in the realm of legend, the Mechanical Warriors inside the fighters had injected the death Potion, overclocking the Dragon X-type—whose frame could morph into Armor—to its absolute limit, constantly charging, changing direction, firing, detonating, circling back, or dropping bombs toward the gigantic Flying Devices ahead.

Driven by these Dragon X-types that were literally trading life for life, and obeying Ren Zhong's orders, the soldiers hurling themselves at the hateful Sublimator invasion Warships charged in wave after wave.

Tactically speaking, on this battlefield where "fireworks" were exploding every second, there was only one simple tactic: human-wave tactics, paving the winding mountain road to victory with human lives.

But within this human-wave tactic had already been fused the entirety of Source Star civilization's wisdom; everyone was doing their utmost.

Although sacrifice and death were inevitable, although in terms of raw strength Ren Zhong's warriors facing the Ice Sealing Army were always like millet rifles against big guns and aircraft, they were still able to advance steadily, bit by bit, inflicting damage on the enemy. The sacrifices here could always be traded for gains.

Finally, the first Level Nine Mechanical Warrior, clad in Silver Armor and wielding a silver spear, fought his way to within a hundred meters of the Tracker Spaceship's hull. With a casual, almost offhand motion, he slipped through that thin film force field that had made countless people sigh in despair, as if passing through a fragile soap bubble.

During this process, the coating on the surface of the silver War Armor was continuously emitting a faint glow outward.

Then, the Silver Armored Warrior standing inside turned her head slightly, swung the Big Gun in her hand, then suddenly turned back again, the tip of the spear pointing straight ahead.

It was as if she were reminding everyone behind her.

Her body language was saying, "Hold tight, keep up."

Following the Silver Armored Warrior's movement, the more than four million remaining warriors were roused once more and began a full-force charge.

At the same time, as the Armed Battleship group gradually closed to within three hundred thousand kilometers of the Tracer—like the distance between the Earth and the Moon—their Energy Weapons also began operating at full power, pouring out barrages of fire to cover the friendly forces' advance.

In a mere five seconds, as many as eight thousand people had followed the Silver Armored Warrior and pushed into the interior of the thin film force field.

By this point, without anyone needing to explain, these people finally understood why the Marshal had insisted, against everyone's objections, that the extra coating on the Armor's surface absolutely could not be removed.

So this thing was actually meant to break through that enemy Warship force field Shield whose principles were unknown and whose strength seemed to have no upper limit.

People marveled in their hearts at the Marshal's flawless foresight, that he had been able to prepare this counter-type equipment in advance.

The nine frozen Elders inside the Tracer, however, were all wearing looks of stunned disbelief.

The force field Shield they were so proud of, the very pillar of their faith, had already been reduced to little more than decoration.

"Deploy the dagger unit. We've got no choice left."

Barton Augustus, no longer the fawning flatterer he had been in front of Ren Zhong, actually offered this suggestion in a tone that carried a faint heroic air.

The others nodded one after another.

With a blank face, Ying Feng pressed the button and dumped out the last one thousand Frozen Soldiers—the "dagger unit" as they called it.

These thousand were fundamentally different from any Professionals on Source Star, truly and completely surpassing the Level Nine ceiling, reaching the Empire's standard for elite warriors, and they were also the very last reserve force they had kept at the bottom of the chest.

Once, at a certain point in time, Ren Zhong had almost become one of these thousand.

Now, Ren Zhong's personal combat strength was roughly only on the level of the bottom rank among these thousand.

Thousands of round ports suddenly opened on the smooth outer hull of the Tracer.

One combat unit after another, each clad in various types of Space Battle Armor, shot out from within, wasting no greetings or useless words, and dove straight at the Rebel Army intruders led by the Silver Armored Warrior.

At this very moment, Li Yang, inside the hull of Warship 0001, suddenly opened his eyes.

In his not-so-large eyes, his pupils were blooming with a light like a galactic spiral. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His gaze seemed somewhat vacant, yet it also seemed to pierce the hull of Warship 0001 in an instant, seeing outside in a single glance, landing squarely on the face of one of the frozen daggers.

The Super Assistant Brain that Li Yang had constructed by burning through nearly half of the Mengdu Group's wealth—its thousand-year accumulation—and secretly harvesting countless lives, the very "ironclad proof" that he belonged to the Divine Level Spirit Demon Race, finally revealed itself before Ren Zhong and the old frozen popsicles.

The leading frozen dagger's charging motion suddenly stalled.

A fleeting confusion flickered across the face beneath his visor, and then, in the middle of his charge, he abruptly dropped out of assault mode, switched his Mecha into combat mode, and unleashed full firepower at the backs of his comrades who were just then streaking past his flank.

The change came so abruptly that before the other frozen daggers could even react, at least three of them had already fallen victim to him—either the core components of their Armor were heavily damaged, or their Energy Shield upper limits were blasted through and they temporarily lost Shield capability.

But this was only the beginning. Soon, more and more inexplicable "traitors" appeared within the frozen dagger formation, striking viciously at their own, and even turning back to bombard the Tracer Warship behind them.

This bizarre situation left even Ren Zhong's Silver Armored Warrior at the very front somewhat taken aback.

But she quickly regained her composure. Strike while he's sick, take his life—she immediately led more comrades to charge straight into the melee.

"The Warship where the Angel Envoy is located is still a hundred thousand kilometers out, and the Spirit Demon Race is in there as well. This is ultra-long-range remote control. Our Frozen Soldiers' minds have been remotely taken over by him. They don't even have the power to resist. This really is a Divine Level demon."

This was the conversation happening in the Tracer's command hall; the speaker was Barton Augustus.

"Our predecessors have briefly shaken off the Ascender bacteria's control of their brains. They're using their lives to give us one last support! Charge! Don't let their blood be shed in vain!"

This was Ren Zhong the Marshal speaking on the Ghost Particle Communication channel.

Yes, those earlier explosions of Information Flow Interference Bombs had only been a feint.

The space here was so vast that that level of information flow interference simply couldn't completely sever Sun Ai's communications; it was just that the old frozen popsicles thought it had.