The story that follows doesn't have much freshness left.

Li Yang's remote mind control might not count as a great weapon in the grand scale of space warfare.

After all, the top missiles of the Mechanical Empire have ranges of over hundreds of millions of kilometers, and some can instantaneously vibrate atoms and molecules over vast areas, raising the temperature within a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers to over ten thousand degrees—"rule-level weapons." Against such armies, Li Yang wouldn't have a chance to play his part.

But this is just a special operation.

Indeed, if you expand the view to encompass the entire Mechanical Empire, magnifying space by light years and stretching time over millions of years, the war occurring on the surface of Source Star can only be considered a special operation involving special forces.

At this moment, on the outer layer of the Tracker Spaceship, in a special warfare where forces on both sides are almost all composed of humans, Li Yang is invincible.

The Super Assistant Brain didn't increase the number of Li Yang's friends, but it greatly extended his control distance, no longer needing point-to-point direct viewing of the target.

Li Yang can easily alienate powerful warriors, originally requiring at least dozens of people to barely withstand, into becoming allies.

The stronger the Frozen Soldier, the more enticing Li Yang finds them. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The last thousand, theoretically capable of destroying a low-level civilization, elite corps that the old icicles prided themselves on, in Li Yang's gaze, are as fragile as shallow snow under the blazing sun, quickly decimated.

Meanwhile, the tracker's indomitable alloy armor already had a hole easily made in it.

No one knows where the issue lies, but the Tracker's defensive system was breached just like that.

Subsequently, some hacker and programmer tools, once looked down upon as lowly, now flooded the opening under the escort of other Combat Professionals.

Ying Feng had once vainly tried to activate automatic defense mechanisms in the Tracker to establish the final defensive line.

But desperation came when the adversary seemed as knowledgeable about everything within the Tracker as they were themselves.

Whether traps or automated units, they were either easily triggered, specifically countered, or abruptly terminated through information infiltration.

These automated units' core programs use the encrypted code of the Empire's regular army, which can at least hold out until ammo stores are emptied before a decisive self-detonation even against freakish data beings in interstellar warfare like the Pilgrim.

Yet before these lowly colonist rebels, these ferocious combat machines barely got to peak before being instantly hacked, going into paralysis mode.

This is utterly unreasonable.

The situation is so bizarre that it nearly led the remaining seven of the nine-member group into mistakenly believing Ying Feng and Ma Zhongfei had their brains infiltrated by the terrifying Spirit Demon Race.

No one knew that on the back of the armor of the Level Nine Mechanical Warrior absolutely loyal to Li Yang at the forefront, an emitter the size of a saucepan was faintly flashing.

This was not a radio transmitter but a modified high-power Ghost Particle Communicator array. At present, this thing was operating in overdrive, with neural neurons inside sending out painful groans due to continuous overloading, and the surface of the cooling liquid emitted white mist unreasonably.

This level of operation allows it to sustain itself for about another half an hour before self-combusting, but it acts adequately. Because Ren Zhong prepared ten in total.

Through these arrays sneaked inside, Sun Ai's tendrils can come into contact with all the intelligent devices she sees with sufficient intensity in the shortest time.

Although the automatic combat machinery inside the Tracker only accepts the Tracker's own intelligence control, in a sense, Sun Ai, once the "net," now holds certain management rights.

Most importantly, Sun Ai happened to know the passwords of these combat machinery.

The passwords were given by Ren Zhong, and Sun Ai didn't bother to question how Ren Zhong obtained them, as that wasn't important.

The process doesn't matter, the result does.

Silently, Ren Zhong led many trusted allies in the Starfire Army onto the Tracker's surface, completing a small-scale strategic meet with Ma Xiaoling, who had been waiting long.

Some of the Starfire Soldiers looked enviously at the allies leaping forward into the opening but didn't dare to look around brashly.