Free Web NovelChapter 514: Chapter 444: Data and Perception
"Buzz!!!"
A low hum surpassing auditory sensation, directly impacting the soul level, emanated from the depths of the Plane.
It was the instinctual anger and resistance of the Plane’s Will after being "stung".
The originally stable operation of the crimson Array suddenly intensified in brilliance, with the Rune Chains flashing frantically, clearly enduring the terrifying pressure suddenly increasing from within.
The struggle between the Binding Array and the Living Plane’s Will began intensely in the silent void.
Viola’s figure had already appeared at the core node of one of the Binding Arrays.
Jeming could see her hands pressed down, with immense Spiritual Power merging with the massive Array beneath her.
She was trying to stabilize the Array, suppressing the Plane’s frantic awakening will.
However, the struggle of the Living Plane was beyond imagination.
Despite Viola’s full efforts, the Binding Array still emitted unbearable cries, warning of energy overload alarms constantly shrieking on Jeming’s console.
Those thick crimson Rune Chains began to show fine cracks, with their light flickering uncertainly, as if ready to snap at any moment under the growing internal forces.
Time ticks by, second by second.
Professor Clark and Starfall Wizard remained silent without news.
The communication channel was dead silent.
Viola’s expression grew increasingly grim, while she tirelessly maintained the Binding Array from collapsing instantly, frequently glancing towards the Plane, her anxiety almost becoming tangible.
Finally, she seemed to make up her mind. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
A pre-agreed emergency attack command signal was sent into the warship’s control system, appearing synchronously on Jeming’s main screen with a glaring red alert border.
The meaning of the signal was simple: Launch the Annihilation Attack immediately!
Viola’s idea was straightforward.
Professor Clark carried a marked crystal, and the firepower of the Annihilation Array would automatically avoid his signal area.
As long as they weren’t unlucky enough for the first volley to precisely hit the coordinates where the Professor was, there’s no need to worry about friendly fire.
Even if the old man was truly unlucky to such an extent, given Professor Clark’s unfathomable strength and preparations, he could withstand a hit from the Annihilation Array without dying.
Since it can’t kill, they shouldn’t hesitate!
After all, the Binding Array was nearing its limit; there’s no time to wait!
Yet what shocked Viola was that her attack command seemed to fall into a void.
The warship showed no reaction.
Those three Plane Annihilation Arrays continued to maintain their pre-recharge state without signs of further activation.
"Jeming?!" Viola’s urgent communication immediately connected, her voice filled with incredulity and suppressed anger, "What’s going on? Why isn’t the attack launched yet?! The Binding Array can’t hold much longer! Once it’s fully broken free, without severely injuring it in advance, our three attack arrays won’t withstand its impact!"
On the other end, Jeming was silent for a moment.
His gaze was locked onto the deep spectrum analysis chart of the Living Plane Will fluctuations from the detection array feedback.
On that chart, the waveforms representing aggressiveness and destructive tendencies indeed existed and were escalating with the struggle.
However... there was another kind of special "feeling," which he keenly captured.
It wasn’t malice, nor an urge to attack.
It was... an unease like a newborn baby, an instinctive resistance to binding, a violent "physiological reaction" to unfamiliar stimuli, mixed with a chaotic desire to search for something without direction in a bewildering agitation.
This feeling didn’t come from the Wizard’s data analysis model; it was more ethereal, more intuitive.
Jeming knew well that this feeling sprung from his hidden Resonance as a Cultivator, connected with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and the vitality of all things.
As a Cultivator, naturally linked with heaven and earth, his "Spiritual Sense" subtly told him: The newborn Plane consciousness’s current rampage was more akin to a giant baby crying out due to "pain," "fear," "discomfort," rather than a demon intentionally seeking to destroy everything.
"Sister," Jeming’s voice transmitted through the communication channel, unusually calm, even carrying a hint of reassurance, "Don’t rush. Let’s observe a bit longer. The Binding Array can hold on for a while."
"Observe what?!" Viola almost shouted, "The data explains everything! It’s going berserk! Its aggressive waveform is skyrocketing! Jeming, now isn’t the time to be soft-hearted!"
"I know the data," Jeming maintained his stance, his gaze never leaving those chaotic waveform charts that others perceived as messy, "But we should also trust Professor Clark’s capability. With the power he possesses, the current Living Plane can’t stop him. Since the Professor hasn’t emerged until now, he must have his reasons."
"Perhaps... he’s attempting to communicate with this newborn consciousness? Or he’s uncovered crucial clues about the Starfall Wizard? If we bomb with the Annihilation Array now, it might disrupt Professor’s plans, even trigger unpredictable chain reactions."
He paused, adding, "Sister, please try to control, and don’t actively stimulate or attack its consciousness core with your Law of Pain. Though pain can suppress, it may further fray its nerves, completely severing communication possibilities."
Viola, on the other end, was nearly stomping her feet in frustration, though in the void there was no ground to stomp.
So she looked at the increasingly dim, cracking Binding Array in front of her, then at the silent warship direction, her mind in turmoil.
Data, rationality, emergency protocols, analyses screamed at her to forcibly take attack authority and silence the enemy first.
Yet on the other side, was the unusually persistent, somewhat "stubborn" judgment of her junior brother. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Ultimately, Viola gritted her teeth fiercely.
"Alright! Jeming, I’ll trust you this time! And trust that old man!" Her voice carried a decisiveness to go all out, "But if the Binding Array truly collapses, and there’s still no news inside... you know the consequences!"
She no longer demanded immediate attack, instead pouring her entire mind into maintaining the stability of the Binding Array, applying gentle energy guidance and buffering where possible.
Feeling Viola temporarily convinced, Jeming secretly exhaled a breath of relief.
Yet his back was actually drenched in cold sweat.
He looked at the screen with increasingly deteriorating objective data, yet sensed that increasingly poignant, unprovable "intuition" inside; the pressure was immense.
He knew his reasoning was indeed stand-less.
To Wizards, "feelings" were the least reliable aspect.
He couldn’t explain, nor dared disclose his Cultivator’s Spiritual Sense perception.
He could only wait quietly for the outcome.
Meanwhile, outside the porthole, the struggle of the Living Plane continued.
The crimson glow of the Binding Array flickered like a candle in the wind under the green tidal surge’s impact.
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