Mind Synchronization Center.

Su Ziyu and Empress Isabella were ultimately a step too late. Although Prince William still retained a sliver of self-awareness, his brain had been modified with an artificial brain, and parts of his frontal lobe had been replaced with a type of crystalline chip, effectively removing the majority of his human emotional consciousness.

The Mechanical Pantheon’s goal was evident—they wanted a stable emotional stabilizer. Using the ability of Mind Synchronization, Prince William’s emotions were amplified within the Mind Suppression Barrier, serving as a tool for others to combat Mind Suggestions.

“Wil… William…” A hint of tears appeared in the corners of Empress Isabella’s eyes, her expression tinged with sadness and sorrow. It seemed she still cared deeply about familial bonds.

Standing beside her, Su Ziyu remained silent, gently patting her shoulder to comfort her.

This situation was incredibly difficult to reverse.

Prince William’s conscious brain was already connected to the Mind Synchronization Device; attempting to dismantle it recklessly might result in his immediate brain death.

However, his sacrifice wasn’t without benefits: the Empire’s resistance to Mind Suggestions would increase in the future, and Empress Isabella was freed from the throne, since all past Emperors had to periodically enter the Mind Synchronization Center to activate the Mind Stabilizing Wave.

The current situation was that as long as Prince William didn’t die, he would serve as a human stabilizer.

If he was lucky enough, he might be able to regain some self-awareness, but Su Ziyu wasn’t entirely confident about that, especially since William’s brain had been thoroughly modified.

“Has it been resolved?”

Accompanied by the sound of rhythmic footsteps, the silhouette of a gold-haired Angel walked in. She glanced at the bodies of the Bishop Order not far away, then said to Empress Isabella: “The chaos outside is getting worse. You need to find a way to end the war quickly. Otherwise, even if we win, the entire city will turn into ruins.”

Despite the Bishop Order being completely wiped out inside, the Mechanical Church members continued to fight outside.

Their strength was formidable, even nearing the Golden Palace, and if nothing unexpected happened, they could breach it soon.

Angel Shire’s words instantly awakened Empress Isabella. She swiftly composed herself, closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then turned to Su Ziyu and said: “I have a way to end the rebellion directly, but I need your help.”

“How should we proceed?” Su Ziyu nodded slightly, speaking up.

Empress Isabella took a deep breath, stepped forward to activate a switch, and operated for a while on complex electronic instruments before saying: “Mind Suggestion.”

“The Mind Synchronization Device is connected to the spirits of all people in the Empire.”

“Theoretically, if someone possesses enough Spiritual Energy, they could directly control everyone’s thoughts.”

“As it happens, the Mind Synchronization Device is a super Spiritual Energy amplifier. By connecting to it, you can use Mind Suggestion to hypnotize everyone, persuading them to end the rebellion.”

This?

Of course Su Ziyu could perform Mind Suggestion.

But with the population in the Imperial Capital exceeding tens of millions, doing Mind Suggestions on so many people all at once was something he had never attempted before.

“Trust me. You can definitely do it.” Empress Isabella was even more confident than Su Ziyu, turning back and saying: “With your level of Spiritual Energy, activating the Mind Synchronization Device, you could likely cover not just the Imperial Capital, but this entire planet with your perception.”

Is it really that exaggerated?

Su Ziyu couldn’t help but glance around at the intricate, brain-like equipment. It occupied a considerable area, with its inner layer as the control center and the outer layer being a massive amplifier, somewhat resembling a small satellite. Generally, no one was able to control the Mind Synchronization Center, as failing to meet the requirements risked suffering from Spiritual Energy backlash, potentially causing instantaneous brain death.

Currently, in the entire Empire, fewer than five individuals are capable of connecting to the Mind Synchronization Center, and most of them are royalty.

Su Ziyu turned his head to look at Angel Shire beside him. A glint of light flashed in her eyes, seemingly as she retrieved data.

Then she gave a slight nod, indicating there was no danger in doing so.

“I’ll give it a try then.” Su Ziyu took a few steps forward, speaking slowly: “How should I proceed?”

“I’ll help you reconnect to the control center.” Empress Isabella’s gaze quickly swept over Prince William beside them, her expression slightly sad. She swiftly took out a silver-white device resembling a helmet and said: “Put it on.”

Su Ziyu gently took the device, carefully placing it on top of his head.

Buzz.

Accompanied by a slight tremor, an overwhelming amount of information flooded Su Ziyu’s mind instantaneously, causing a hint of pain in his expression and an involuntary grunt.

But the next second.

His consciousness seemed to enter a most wondrous state, feeling an abundance of information, and able to read it instantaneously if he desired.

“Mom.”

“I’m so scared! Where are you?”

Beside a burning house, a young girl not more than ten years old hid in the corner, crying to herself. In the distance, the muffled sound of artillery could be heard, and soldiers engaged in battle were visible.

“Charge in!”

“Those from the Assassin Court must have some plot!”

Su Ziyu saw a man, half of whose body was mechanical construction, not speaking, yet Su Ziyu knew exactly what he was thinking.

“How’s the Empress?”

“We’re about to reach our limit! There are too many enemies!”

On a distant battlefield, an elderly figure was dashing forward, followed by several Knights clad in Interstellar Warrior Armor. Cold beams chased his leaping silhouette, behind him a backdrop of perpetual explosions.

I… I seem to be able to read their thoughts…

This is true mind reading. Within Su Ziyu’s sensory range, tens of millions of light points are perceived by him. By casually selecting any one of them, he can enter the other party’s inner world and directly read what is currently on their mind. If he wishes, he can even control certain people remotely, making them his puppets, controlled by his will.

Hiss!

Terrifying to this extent!

Is this the true power of the Mind Synchronization Device?

What the hell!

What was the original emperor of the Empire trying to do? If this device falls into the wrong hands, the destruction it could cause would be truly terrifying!

However.

This is not the limit of Su Ziyu!

He discovered that his consciousness could continue to expand outward. After connecting with the tens of millions of people in the Imperial Capital, his consciousness swiftly left the underground, reached the surface of the planet, and then soared upward.

More and more densely packed spiritual light points appeared in his mind.

Ten million, twenty million, thirty million.

Eventually, the spiritual light points within Su Ziyu’s sensory range reached over a hundred million. His spirit almost directly enveloped the entire planet, with most intelligent beings within his sensing range. However, if the distance was too far, he couldn’t perform mind reading or direct control, although launching a mind attack was still possible.

This means that he can, on one side of this planet, directly kill an ordinary person on the other side with a mind blast.

Vaguely.

Su Ziyu seemed to sense an incomparably vast consciousness. At the moment of contact, Su Ziyu’s consciousness was repelled back to the underground city.

Plane consciousness?

As Su Ziyu pondered, Angel Shire’s voice came through: “The information I’ve read tells me the enemy is preparing to activate a massive destruction weapon.”

“You must act immediately!”

—”Mind Suggestion!”

Upon hearing this, Su Ziyu did not hesitate for a moment. Instantly, he connected his spirit to everyone in the Imperial Capital, and then a mind suggestion was implanted deep within them, directly altering their conscious memories.

Outside the Golden Palace.

The battlefield, which was originally engulfed in war, seemed to have been paused in an instant. Everyone stopped with a bewildered expression. They unconsciously put down their weapons, then gathered with slightly confused expressions, as if waiting for something.

The rebellion ended.

Empress Isabella had returned, and the Bishop Order that launched the rebellion had been executed. They had no reason to continue fighting.

Although some fanatics of the Mechanical Church were still somewhat uncomfortable, they obediently laid down their arms, waiting for the Empress’s judgment, be it pardon or execution. Deep down, they harbored no resistance. If required, they could even commit suicide at the command embedded in their minds.

Too terrifying!

When Su Ziyu, slightly weary, took off the silver-white device, he found it hard to believe himself.

The Mind Synchronization Center amplified his spiritual energy to an extremely exaggerated extent. In that state, he felt like a deity; with a mere thought, he could kill countless people and change countless destinies.

This state made him somewhat infatuated yet fearful because it was not his own power.

Meanwhile.

Almost the instant Su Ziyu connected to the Mind Synchronization Device, on a gigantic steel battleship at the edge of this star system, a green-skinned Orc standing on a throne suddenly stood up. It was different from other Orcs because it had a large number of mechanical components attached to its body from various races, many of which were not so much weapons as mechanical arms used for modification. The Orc wore a monocolored goggle over its left eye, and as it stood up, its massive body cast a shadow over the young orc boys below.

Big Mek!

The chief engineer of the Orcs, the most thoroughly awakened in genetic knowledge, these extremely unreasonable interstellar battleships being their creation. If they wished, they could even cobble together a gigantic war machine from a heap of scrap metal.

“Level 12 Spiritual Fluctuation!!!”

Big Mek’s voice was very deep. It had a massive body like a small mountain, and at its feet was a large group of busy Orc engineers called Mekboys. The internal structure of the Orc race is simple: Boys, Boss, and the leader (BOSS), with the strongest one leading the WAAAGH! usually being a BOSS with an extensive knowledge, a Big Mek.

“Spirit Race?” Big Mek’s massive body, like a mountain, sat back down. It cupped its chin, lost in thought, while unconsciously pulling out a lock of its dreadlock-like hair.

A trickle of fresh blood oozed out.

Under the hair of this Orc Big Mek was a row of sharp, fine teeth, moving slightly like a living creature. This was the Hair Squig, a companion organism to the Orcs. Technically, they are fungal humanoid creatures, and only powerful Orcs are qualified to wear Hair Squigs, as they parasitize on the Orcs, drawing nourishment from their bodies for storage.

If it were humans, these Hair Squigs could spell their doom, but for the Orcs, this amount of life force is merely trivial, and the bite on the head can heal instantly.

To them, hair is purely a decorative symbol of status.

Big Mek placed the Hair Squig back on its bald head. The fine teeth quickly clamped onto its scalp with a force that could crush steel, holding it firmly in place. Its gaze swept over the Mekboys below, speaking in a deep voice: “Full speed ahead!”

“Have the right-wing fleet launch a direct attack!”

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