Chapter 1406 - 456: Gatandje Is a Tentacle Monster!_2

Chapter 1406: Chapter 456: Gatandje Is a Tentacle Monster!_2

And those tentacles, thick as shield machines, had already spread to the fleet’s vicinity. A cruiser’s firewall was the first to be breached, and tentacles began to wrap around its hull, with its close-range artillery at full power unable to stop the invasion.

Soon, the cruiser was completely enshrouded by tentacles, and as the Demonic Puppets released by the tentacles continually invaded, the cruiser’s firewall was swiftly breached.

From the outside, it appeared as though the cruiser was quickly petrified and then crushed as the tentacles tightened.

Frederick immediately sensed something was wrong; his computing power limit was dropping.

"Damn it! You monster!"

He quickly realized the opponent had invaded his control system and was attempting to rewrite his underlying software.

Frederick had survived in Cyberspace for so long; what kind of wandering AI hadn’t he encountered?

But one like Gatandje, where every inch of data displayed that despair-inducing, maddeningly evil program, was unheard of.

If he dragged things out with the opponent, even if he crushed this giant conch, he wouldn’t be able to regain control from the Black Wall.

"All ships fire at full power, saturation attack!"

If retreating now, how could Cyberspace be protected against this terrifying Ancient Dominator!

Betting on the honor of the Atlantic Fleet, he must not retreat.

Go on, ship-driving big brother!

While thinking this, an unimaginable data fluctuation emanated from the head of that evil god.

He felt locked on, as the opponent traced back to his server IP address from the data of warships entangled by tentacles.

Box opened!

The virtual electronic devices aboard Essex emitted a piercing buzz, and screens flickered erratically.

The monster’s wicked yellow eyes pierced the firewall, locking straight onto Frederick, a profound chill that nearly froze his code emanating from those eyes.

Can his firewall withstand it?

Without a doubt

But it would certainly suffer severe damage.

Is it worth it?

The deep-sea server painstakingly built might suffer significant losses.

Just to spite, the cost is rather too high.

Frederick somewhat regretted not heeding Infinite’s words and withdrawing earlier.

The fleet’s saturation counterattack reached its peak, numerous tentacles were blown to bits, and the shell was plowed almost entirely.

Yet those eyes remained oblivious, still locked tightly onto Frederick guarded by the fleet.

"....."

No, I can’t waste energy on these guys here, a strategic retreat is in order.

Having calculated the pros and cons, Frederick understood.

Infinite made sense

This bunch on the other side is deranged, filthy, can’t be touched.

Clearly a cyber madman, there’s no need to incur such a cost to spite them here.

Woo—

A purple beam, thick enough to pierce the heavens and earth, spewed from the mouth beneath Gatandje’s shell, decomposing every fragment of code along its path, ripping through dense black fog, penetrating every firewall Frederick had laid along the path, accurately hitting the Essex aircraft carrier.

Time paused

Or rather, this region crashed

No earth-shattering explosion, only voicelessness on the battlefield, everything plunged into deathly silence, forming a data vacuum in the battlefield center, information transmission halted at this moment, even the images stopped at the instant of impact.

Until several breaths later, the data ocean flowed back in, filling the vacuum, and images began to flow again.

But nothing remained on the scene, whether it was the wicked god Gatandje or the United States’ Atlantic Fleet, all vanished.

As if nothing had ever happened, that earth-shaking battle in the entire Atlantic region network was merely an illusion.

Only players whose virtual machines crashed collectively due to exceeding computational limits remembered what had just happened.

The large-scale multiplayer algorithm hadn’t been completed, only reaching the DEMO stage, after all this involved not dozens or hundreds of people, but tens of thousands of players’ super-large neural networks, and it would keep increasing to six digits, seven digits, or more.

Thus, at their urging, Song Zhaomei concentrated all computing power on the evil god program’s attack algorithm, and after reverse-locking an opponent’s server IP, unleashed it all at once.

Damn it, when has it ever been players stopping someone’s killing spree, and when has anyone dared to block their fountain?

So what if it’s a world boss?

Even at the risk of mutual destruction, I must kill you, if not, I’ll still peel off a layer of your skin.

The price was just slightly tragic, all out-of-combat players’ virtual machines overloaded and perished.

No biggie.

Before long, Plaza No. 1 was crowded with people, fortunately after several rounds of development and expansion, Plaza No. 1’s area alone wasn’t smaller than Night City.

The players, opening their eyes again, confirmed they had detached from the evil god algorithm, reminiscing endlessly.

Female players only found the recent battle very lively, just the styling was really unappealing, but quite a few male players revealed lascivious smiles.

"Heh heh, I just thoroughly played with South Dakota’s bridge, even the engine room was made a complete mess by me."

"What’s so fun about South Dakota, you didn’t see, I just had a fun bondage play on Washington, one hand on each big headlight."