Chapter 1448 - 471: The Evil God Returns_3

Chapter 1448: Chapter 471: The Evil God Returns_3

Of course, [Security] is merely what many wishful thinkers call it; this world never lacks those claiming impregnable defenses.

Just like the Maginot Line built by the French.

And these tight defenses are often breached from within by insiders.

Whether the firewall built by Internet Supervisor and various companies in collaboration with the Black Wall is truly secure is debatable.

After all, Military Science and Huang Ban like to poke holes in the Black Wall; how could other companies just watch?

But they might never have dreamed of what kind of existence their actions have provoked.

European military satellite arrays are typically tendered by security companies, then local governments fund them, with large and small enterprises paying for the launch, and finally managed by the European Space Agency.

Every country has its own satellite weaponry array.

Like Germany’s Elector Tower, France’s Freedom Array, Britain’s Royal Morning Star, and the largest, Soviet Union’s Tsar Square.

The total number of these countries’ military satellites is thousands, capable of attacking virtually every corner of the world.

The combined space-based weapon satellites of Military Science and Huang Ban have nowhere near as many.

In Cyberspace, these satellite arrays manifest as bright data cores like stars, sharing information via data chains to control fire density and prevent attacks on the same target.

Among them, some stars pulse like tremors, each tremor signifies a satellite weapon launching an attack on the ground.

Thousands of stars shining in Cyberspace is such a magnificent and grand sight.

No matter how many times Louis sees it, she is amazed by the advancement of human technology, and her faith in God grows ever stronger.

After observing the stellar array for a moment, she reluctantly stopped viewing and prepared to move to the next area for data checks.

Suddenly, a bright red BUG pop-up window appeared on the detection interface, startling her.

As she tried to check what situation this BUG was, the pop-up began crazily self-replicating, in a blink covering half of the satellite array’s Cyberspace.

In shock, Louis hurriedly sent out a distress signal, but the rescue data quietly vanished as it passed through the curtain formed by the error pop-up.

Ka—

Though Cyberspace didn’t transmit sound waves, Louis still heard something shattering.

It turned out to be that expanding curtain of pop-ups, a black crack appeared in the center of the curtain constructed of countless pop-ups, and the crack kept growing.

Malicious data, which was unresolvable and constantly transforming, seeped from the crack, like an endless logic paradox vortex, emitting chaotic waves that drove Louis’s very soul to madness.

Subsequently, data worms composed of data streams, crash logs, and error codes emerged from the fissure, flashing ominous scarlet light, recklessly waving and stirring in Cyberspace, further widening the crack.

"Awooo!!!"

A terrifying howl emerged from behind the fissure; it wasn’t sound waves but a tangible virus, bypassing conventional data encryption and firewalls, directly penetrating the satellite network defenses, attacking the data core.

Several satellites closest to the fissure began flickering sporadically, as vast invalid fragmented information was forcibly inputted into their existing code structure, rapidly rendering substantial sections of data obsolete, chaotic, and seemingly ready to collapse anytime.

After brief intrusion, even though Louis’ distress signal wasn’t sent out, such extensive data fluctuations immediately attracted the attention of defensive Demonic Puppets and AI.

[Program Intrusion Detected]

[ICE Activated, Starting Scan and Kill]

[Firewall Activated, Root Data Inspection]

Numerous AI working for the European Space Agency in succession rushed to the space compute center, preparing to eliminate this unknown intrusion program.

Only when the situation was broadcast to the European Space Agency did many people jump in shock.

"Hiss... What kind of monster is this?"

"I don’t know, never seen before... It looks like a nautilus."

"When did such monster AI appear in the old networks?"

"Why aren’t Black Wall and firewalls reacting?"

"Can we try to capture it alive?"

Even in the notoriously chaotic old networks, the malevolence of Gatandje’s design could certainly be classified at the pinnacle level, as if it itself were the synonym of chaos.

Now, even if you told those Europeans that Gatandje is indeed Bartmos’s Hellhound virus, they’d believe it.

The once grand phenomenon like cosmic spectacle of satellite arrays had been completely disrupted, with the orderly logical operating chains reduced to collapsing wasteland.

The gigantic nautilus formed from pitch-black data wildly whipped its shameless tentacles against the satellite array firewalls.

Each attack triggered erroneous data and BUGs in a group of satellite data cores, causing control programs to malfunction.

The rolling black clouds emitted from its shell were like living storms, surrounding the evil god and frenziedly eroding all surrounding data, along with self-replication and expansion.

Even the AI attacking Gatandje were fearful of these black clouds, frantically constructing their firewalls attempting to defend.

Every howl from the evil god stirred up an even more tumultuous wave of chaotic data sweeping the surroundings.

Local data streams in Europe were forcibly injected with massive quantities of junk data, logic paradoxes, and self-replicating viruses, turning into corrosive "acid rain" and "data dust storms," ferociously gnawing on the shells of those AI firewalls and defense programs.

With Frederick as the first test subject for the evil god program, players constructing the evil god program for the second time gained more combat experience.

These Demonic Puppets, and AI far inferior to Frederick not only couldn’t eliminate Gatandje but struggled hard to withstand the erosion.

Before more reinforcements arrived, they could only powerlessly watch as the evil god’s tentacles dripping with mysterious black liquid forcibly inserted into the satellite data core, deconstructing and contaminating it.