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191: Chapter 191 The Tower Is Burning, and It Is Singing

Jiang Ming's "Screaming Forest" has officially arrived at the city gates.

Daylight Tower's response is a roar of steel and blazing light.

The next second, all the purification light prisms and electromagnetic cannons on the outer ring city walls fired simultaneously.

The pure white purification beams, like the sword of divine punishment, swept across the earth.

Wherever the beams reached, those twisted trees of flesh and blood were instantly vaporized, leaving not even flying ash behind.

Following closely behind were the solid projectiles fired by the electromagnetic cannons.

Every single shot carried a shriek that tore through the air, piercing straight through hills of tumor-like flesh and blasting out shocking, massive hollows.

For a moment, human technology seemed to have regained some ground in this apocalyptic war.

But, this was only "seemingly."

Those destroyed flesh tissues quickly turned into dark red juices, seeping into the earth.

The underground root network, like a greedy, invisible giant mouth, rapidly recycled these "nutrients."

Then, further away, new screaming tumors broke through the soil.

Smaller, but far more numerous.

Jiang Ming's territory did not shrink; instead, like a lawn that grew even wildlier after being trimmed, it slowly and firmly continued to expand toward Daylight Tower.

Daylight Tower's command center obviously noticed this as well.

They activated the second layer of defense system——

"Collective Sanity Stabilization Device."

The core crystal at the top of the tower emitted an infrasonic wave inaudible to human ears, forming a huge "Silent Field" that enveloped the entire battlefield.

Within the field, Jiang Ming's madness-inducing "Chorus of Death" was rapidly neutralized and offset.

All the soldiers fighting on the city walls had the intense emotional fluctuations caused by fear and chaos in their hearts smoothed out in an instant.

They became incomparably calm and focused, every single movement as precise as a textbook.

Chief Councilor looked at the steadily decreasing panic index on the screen, revealing a look of satisfaction.

"The essence of pollution is the disordered increase of informational entropy. As long as we maintain absolute order, we can strangle it."

However, Jiang Ming also perceived the essence of the "Silent Field" at the very first moment.

To him, this highly unified mental frequency was not an indestructible city wall.

Instead... it was a neatly paved highway leading to everyone's mind.

He no longer used sound to fight back.

Through the massive underground root network, he silently released a completely new kind of "information spores" toward the area covered by the field.

These spores did not carry any malice or madness, but only carried a piece of work carefully distorted and imitated by him, which was almost identical in frequency to the "Silent Field"——

"Pseudo-Hymn."

On the city walls, a gunner operating an electromagnetic cannon had a calm and focused expression.

A drop of light red liquid silently oozed from his cochlea, evaporating in an instant.

He didn't feel anything at all, only feeling that the serene melody in his mind seemed... to become more pleasant and more intimate.

Inside the tower, behind the isolation belt in District B.

Gu Ran looked through the observation window at the former colleagues on the city walls whose actions were as precise as robots.

He saw their hollow eyes.

That was a non-human look from which all emotion had been drained, leaving only absolute rationality.

He understood in an instant.

This tower... was devouring its own children in a more advanced, more civilized way.

And Jiang Ming at this moment had already used the ubiquitous information spores to quietly replace the "Silent Field" signals in the minds of most soldiers with his "Pseudo-Hymn."

He did not immediately detonate this spiritual feast.

He only let this hymn from the abyss hum gently and tenderly in the depths of everyone's souls.

Waiting for the most perfect beat that could make all "order" simultaneously play out "madness."

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