The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 589 Psionic Matrix War

In that instant, he seemed to grasp the crux of the battle—the enemy's extreme fear of pure, high-frequency psionic energy brought them a glimmer of hope.

"The stardial fragments are not only the core of our navigation, but now they are also the singularity of our mental power!"

David whispered, slowly extending his right hand and lightly touching the surface of the stardial fragment. Every blue-purple spirit pattern was instantly activated, and the light spread throughout the entire ship like ripples.

Lia immediately grasped the leader's intention, and she moved her hands rapidly, drawing a complex and ancient array of frost runes in the air.

The runes, like fragments of ice crystals imbued with magic, shimmered with a cold light in the void. Each stroke was precise and resilient, constructing a stable yet fluid network of anchor points in space.

“These runes will stabilize the phase fold area, preventing our mental fluctuations from being disturbed!” she explained softly, a resolute glint in her eyes. “I will continuously infuse it with frost energy, making the fold point unbreakable.”

At the same time, all the witches on the ship mobilized their spiritual power. Some closed their eyes and concentrated, while others whispered incantations, focusing their minds on the core of the stardial.

Dozens of streams of spiritual light surged from their bodies, merging seamlessly like countless streams flowing into the ocean.

Annie sat on the platform in front of the command console, which was made of ancient runes. Her brows were furrowed as she focused intently on manipulating the mental network.

Through the subtle yet powerful linking function of the stardial fragments, she refined and integrated the scattered, complex, and immense witch's spiritual power, transforming it into a pure yet violent "mental shock storm."

This storm is invisible yet extremely deadly. It is the product of the perfect fusion of high-frequency psionic energy and arcane resonance, and its threat is far beyond what a single individual can achieve.

"Shockstorm" symbolizes a counterattack in the delicate balance between destruction and order, a precise strike against the Zerg consciousness system.

David said in a deep voice, "Initiate the phase manipulation program. I will work with Leah and you to create 'phase folds' using this pure Netherworld power through the stardial."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling blue-purple crack slowly unfolded in the center of the spaceship, like a fissure cracked open in the abyss of the universe.

This crack constantly distorts the surrounding space, like an invisible giant hand tearing apart the void structure, rolling and deforming time and space layer by layer.

This is Phase Fold—an extreme and dangerous but incredibly effective spatial distortion technique that amplifies power infinitely and covers a vast area, while disrupting the enemy's perception and rhythm of action.

Around the spaceship, invisible ripples began to spread out. These were shock waves that oscillated and surged, flashing with a cold blue light and containing multi-dimensional wave characteristics. They intertwined and entangled in the void to form a grid-like structure.

This is the "Mind Scream Matrix"—a large composite force field composed of high-frequency ghostly waves and intense arcane resonance, covering the predetermined battlefield area without any blind spots!
This matrix can not only continuously bombard the swarm's consciousness, but also disrupt the target group's spatiotemporal perception through phase folding, making its actions slow and chaotic, fundamentally undermining the enemy's organizational capabilities and attack efficiency.

Lia's eyes flashed with a cold white light. "I will inject stabilizing magic throughout the process to ensure that this matrix does not collapse due to external interference!"

She stood tall and straight, each swing of her staff precise and powerful, channeling arcane frost energy into every fold.

Anne's face was resolute, but she couldn't hide the fine sweat on her forehead, a physiological reaction caused by the pressure her body was under from working overtime.

"By coordinating the overall morale of the team, I have adjusted and strengthened the linking protocols to maximize the power of the 'Shockstorm'!"

The witches gathered around the main control room, their chants rising and falling, making the entire ship seem like a giant organ of spiritual resonance, creating an unprecedentedly vast, profound, and mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, everyone becomes a vital cog in this vast and mysterious machine, and no one can afford to fail!

David stared at the three-dimensional battlefield projection before him, the scene becoming more vivid as the matrix unfolded: the insect swarm's tentacles twitched incessantly, cracks and corrosion appeared on the surface of large motherships, some small airships began to disintegrate and collapse under invisible pressure, and some parasites even went into a frenzied state of self-harm and biting...

He calmly said, "This is our chance! Everyone concentrate your firepower and coordinate with the matrix output to give the enemy no chance to recover!"

As the command was given, the elemental firepower of the "Silver Ark" erupted once again, forming a perfect synergy with the "Mind Scream Matrix".

On one hand, physical destruction was overwhelming, and on the other hand, psychological pressure was eroding deep into their bones. This multi-layered suppression plunged the Zerg into an unprecedented state of despair!

"Mind Scream Matrix activated!" David's voice resounded through the ship's communication system, stirring the blood of every Silverwing Ark warrior.

Inside the main control room, a blue-purple light swept across the entire ship at an incredible speed, and the veins of the stardial fragment embedded in the core of the ship shone even more brightly, like a faint light rising from the abyss of the universe.

Anne, her face covered in sweat, closed her eyes tightly and focused intently on controlling the mental network, gathering the psychic energy of dozens of witches and psychic outputters into an invisible yet real "psychic storm".

In the void, the massive Zerg swarm covered by this invisible force field suddenly seemed to be struck by an invisible yet incredibly heavy hammer, as if the edifice supporting their soul and will collapsed instantly.

A sharp and mournful cry came from the dark abyss, like the dirge of death, tearing through the void.

In the distance, a large number of Zerg airships rushed forward like a storm, but they all lost control in the face of that mental energy fluctuation.

Small airships shimmering with dark purple light suddenly lost their course, their gears stiffened as if frozen, and then they crashed into each other wildly.

A series of explosions resounded throughout the astral plane. Airships collided with each other and exploded into a sea of ​​fire. Their blade-like fuselages instantly turned into fragments that scattered into nothingness.

Above the fortress-level biological platform, a group of brain-worm-like control nodes screamed in agony.

These small creatures, resembling advanced thought units, are the hubs that command the entire swarm's actions. Their piercing, agonizing, and chaotic psionic cries pierce the nerves of everyone present.

They were both fragile and crucial. When the psychic scream swept through, those nodes emitted a piercing scream that was almost like tearing space apart before falling completely silent and no longer sending out any control signals.

"The command system is paralyzed!" a wizard shouted excitedly. "They have lost their coordinating matrix!" Throughout the entire coverage area, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of Zerg individuals enveloped by the Psychic Matrix were plunged into unprecedented large-scale chaos.

They exhibited extreme anxiety and panic, attacking each other in a disorderly manner and even attempting to bite their companions to death.

For a time, the dark star field was filled with a bizarre and grotesque scene interwoven with despair and madness.

Inside the Silverwing Ark's cabin, a slight tremor came from within, but unlike the intense battles before, this time it was a subtle yet resolute signal, like the dawn of victory.

David's face was solemn yet full of confidence as he stared intently at the vivid images projected onto the 3D battlefield.

The once dense, tangled, and rampant swarm of insects is now fragmented, with most of them paralyzed or self-destructing. The occupied space seems to have become a tranquil dead sea that is gradually spreading outwards.

"Pressure has dropped sharply, concentrate all firepower on the ship! Take advantage of the chaos to create a passage to the weak point of the 'Shadow Veil'!"

David gave the order in a firm voice. He knew this was a crucial moment to break the deadlock, and everyone understood that this was an important opportunity that could not be wasted.

A resolute glint flashed between Lia's brows. "The frost runes stabilize the area's boundaries, laying a solid foundation for our attack! The witch gives her full support!"

While adjusting the rune network, she waved her staff to release icy energy, firmly restraining the spatial anomaly and preventing it from collapsing and spreading, while also preventing the remaining enemy forces from quickly adjusting and counterattacking.

Annie's face showed a tired but satisfied smile. "The connection strength has reached its limit, but the effect is amazing! 'Psionic Fear' has become our sharpest weapon."

She was panting heavily, but remained highly focused, constantly adjusting the matrix amplitude with her mental waves to maximize the range and power output. As long as the enemy had not recovered from this huge psychological shock, they would have a decisive advantage!
The morale of the soldiers inside the cabin soared, with countless shouts echoing through the air. Whether it was the knight wielding his sword to slay the remaining parasitic beasts or the technician precisely controlling the magic cannonballs, everyone acted with exceptional calmness and decisiveness, and every action embodied the hope and belief of the group.

The atmosphere on the external battlefield suddenly became lively: as the Psychic Scream Matrix continued to take effect, the small airships that attempted to reorganize their defenses or break out and escape were frequently disintegrating and collapsing, while the life reactions on the mothership fortress gradually declined, a large number of tentacles twitched incessantly, and some parts of the carapace were damaged and further corroded by the corrosive agent...

All of this foreshadows the first time that the Silverwing Ark and its brave members have dealt a heavy blow to a massive and suffocatingly despairing enemy force using new tactics.

The "Netherstorm" is sweeping across the land with unstoppable force, leading them to break free from that desperate prison!
David's eyes reddened. He knew that victory was far from being achieved, but at this moment they had finally launched the prelude to a true counterattack, lighting up a glimmer of hope for the multiverse order!
The landing craft slowly detached from the mothership and darted through the void like a ghost.

The cabin was dimly lit, yet it reflected the tense and determined faces of everyone present.

David's eyes were bright and piercing. He was wearing light divine armor and exuded a cold and murderous aura.

Arya's expression was solemn, her blood-fire eyes revealing intense vigilance, her hand gripping the rune-inscribed longsword, ready to fight at any moment;
Anne was pale, but her eyes shone with an inextinguishable light of wisdom. She clutched a small replica of the stardial fragment in her hand, for mental resonance and emergency communication.

After penetrating a spatial barrier composed of thick organic walls, the landing craft entered the interior of the nest—a vast, nightmarish, twisted space filled with a foul stench.

The hatch slowly opened, and a thick, corrosive gas rushed into the cabin, making everyone's breathing heavy.

What came into view was a nauseating scene: the entire mother nest was like the interior of a living behemoth, its inner walls covered with thick fleshy tissue that was constantly writhing and expanding, like countless hidden tentacles stretching and entwining in the dark.

Mucus kept seeping from the cracks, gleaming with a greasy, dull fluorescence in the dim light;
A complex network of pipes crisscrosses the area, connecting different regions into a terrifying ecological network.

The group moved forward cautiously, taking each step with utmost care, yet they could not stop the suffocating discomfort from gradually spreading throughout their bodies.

This place seems like an ominous labyrinth where life and corruption dance together, and where rampant reproduction and devouring coexist.

They saw large, strangely shaped, and malevolent "cocoons" scattered everywhere.

They are composed of a mixture of crystallized minerals and giant biological tissues, with purplish-black veins on their surface that pulsate and leap constantly, like an apocalyptic altar that has devoured the power of countless stars.

Inside the cocoon, a dim starlight flickered, some of which seemed to be half-melted, containing the cores of small, glowing planets. The complex mineral structures, faintly visible beneath the alien-like coverings, shone with an eerie metallic luster, sending chills down one's spine.

A chilling sense of despair surged from the abyss, as if they were victims bound in eternal torment, yet they also became vital energy hubs for the Zerg's powerful vitality.

Further in, a massive biological chamber stood prominently ahead, the most central and extremely cold corner of the entire mother nest.

The air here condensed into an overwhelming sense of oppression, and the surrounding walls, made of soft, muscular materials, exuded a strong stench of decay. From time to time, faint tremors could be heard, rhythmically beating like the heartbeat of a giant monster.

Under the dim, chaotic light, a horrifying sight shocked everyone: lying there was an enormous, bizarrely twisted creature with an extremely complex biological structure.

It was the legendary Star-Eyed Clan Chief, but at this moment it was entangled and parasitized by dense, purplish-black, vein-like tentacles, and its entire body was covered with strange crystalline tissue, deformed abnormally, like a giant tumor trapped in a long nightmare of death!
Its once bright and intelligent main eye is now dull and lifeless, only cold and desolate.

Within those enormous pupils, faint, pulsating remnants of consciousness could still be discerned, but there was mostly painful struggle and helpless wailing, which made all the witnesses' hearts tighten and they wept silently.

On its massive body, countless Zerg signals were injected into its shell through these interwoven and intricate networks of meridians. Each signal was like a sharp claw, penetrating deep and constantly extracting and disintegrating this ancient intelligent life. Its existence has become one of the most important yet most tragic sacrifices for the Zerg to absorb the wisdom and power of the astral plane!

Arya gripped the sword hilt tightly, her voice trembling with clenched teeth: "If we can't save it, we'll lose too much... This is our last and only hope."

David responded in a deep voice: "Protect yourselves. We must retrieve the core information of this 'parasitic cocoon,' no matter the cost!"

Anne remained silent, gently stroking the small replica of the sundial fragment with her hand, using her mental energy to outline the framework of a future rescue plan.

"This operation is not only about winning the battle, but also about the balance of the universe... We cannot fail."

(End of this chapter)