169: Chapter 173 You Play the Chess Game of Computational Power, I'll Flip the Virus Table

The dark gold alarm hovering on the battle axe heavy cruiser's holographic radar did not flash a third time.

Because the radar itself was completely stripped of its physical manifestation in reality at that very second.

The deep starry sky ahead of the warship, the asteroid belt, and even the occasional flashes of explosions from the flesh relic feast behind them were all bleached into an extremely pure, dead white at this moment.

Li Cang was forcibly pulled into a vacuum barrier devoid of any physical temperature or weathering effects.

[Eternal Star Crown Federation · Supreme Archon has deployed a Full-Computing Power Unidirectional Judgment Space.]

This didn't teleport the battle axe heavy cruiser anywhere. Instead, the opponent used high-level commercial and military-political computing power from the great map to forcibly lay a digital cage—from which even light could not escape—on the essential warp node of Li Cang's retreat.

On the boundless white wall outside the cockpit window, a phantom of a High Elf, so massive that even the battle axe heavy cruiser seemed like a speck of dust before it, slowly emerged.

The phantom did not open its eyes or speak.

But the cyber defenses in the cockpit immediately issued over a million redundancy error reports of system collapses within the first second.

"Warning! Underlying power coding is being forcibly deconstructed by inter-dimensional stripping!"

"Warning! Armor molecular sequences are beginning to transform uncontrollably into a pure data state!"

Li Cang looked at the control console panel, which was nearly locked down.

The opponent didn't even need to open fire. In this mathematical chessboard he had written himself, he only needed to gently slide a finger to turn this heavy metal monster, indestructible in the physical world, into four kilometers of foam trash.

This was called a class suppression.

Li Cang's pupils reflected the progress bars frantically popping up with red crosses; he didn't try to floor the reverse thrusters to ram the wall.

In this blank sheet of paper, the physics engine couldn't even add any kinetic energy.

"Want to calculate me to death?"

Li Cang brutally smashed the physical glass cover of the nearby backup communication capacitor with his hand.

He didn't try to interface with any photon-level defense network.

He took the half-piece of First-Clear High-Dimensional Neural Crystal covered in bloody flesh residue left over from awakening the continent, and the clump of Abyssal Star Beast Venom Sac Dead Flesh he had pried out during the Battle Royale—which even the lower-deck Servitors usually didn't dare touch.

He grabbed them all and slammed them into the groove of the physically smashed holographic brain-machine interface.

These two clumps of biological matter were of an extremely high dimension and utterly lacked any integrity; they were decaying physical entities. It should have been impossible to upload them as data.

But Li Cang used the last of his remaining genesis points pool to force a workaround. He stitched them together with that extremely low-level, illogical, and violently coded primitive Machine Virus.

Then he pressed the global ejection button that covered the outer armor.

"Throw this piece of shit onto his computing formulas."

In the pure white judgment space, the perfect phantom of the High Elf was preparing to issue the final deletion command.

Directly in front of the battle axe heavy cruiser, the white code matrices that were dissolving the bow suddenly seemed to hit something extremely disgusting that defied aerodynamics and, more importantly, digital logic.

Without any warning.

A massive pile of purplish-black decaying flesh, its surface covered in blood vessels and twitching tumor spores.

Like a mountain emitting a nauseating stench appearing out of nowhere, it blocked the scanning and deduction path of the pure white data with utter irrationality.

This was a biological barrier fashioned from the neural remnants of Abyssal Star Beasts and ancient ruins.

It had no patterns and no deconstruction formulas. Its growth was entirely based on the unrestrained and indiscriminate mutant expansion of cancer cells.

The Stellar Lance level data deletion command sent down by the High Elf phantom slammed into this disgusting wall of flesh.

These noble data streams tried to analyze the refractive index and molecular composition of this pile of meat.

But how could a high-precision optical computer parse an "irrational error" blended from unknown high-dimensional viruses and violent, primitive flesh fetuses in a thousandth of a second?

[Warning: Contact with unknown high-dimensional pollution blocking layer. Parameters completely invalid.]

[Computing power trapped in an extreme paradoxical infinite loop. Judgment error! Judgment error!]

The boundless pure white wall, due to the instantaneous and extreme tilt and overflow of computing power, caused the originally perfect phantom face of the elf at the center to physically twitch with hundreds of black cracks, like an old television with a jammed tape.

Its proud unidirectional computing power cage short-circuited before this wall of physical mud, which was primitive and ugly to the extreme.

Without leaving any room for error recovery.

The moment Li Cang felt the thrust of the first secondary engine return in the cockpit.

A ruthless glint, typical of an extreme desperado, flashed in his eyes that usually showed no emotion.

He directly pushed the engine overload to the red line of engine failure.

The battle axe heavy cruiser did not linger in this distorted barrier, which was already filling with garbled code and cracks. Like a mud-covered rat, it passed crudely right by the disgusting flesh defense line it had created.

It smashed through the white photon barrier that had been claimed to be insurmountable just seconds ago.

Accompanied by the massive sonic boom of spatial shattering, the battle axe heavy cruiser, trailing half a trail of smoking escort armor, completely disappeared into the safe black interstellar warp stream.

Inside the computing power judgment space.

The phantom finally resolved the crash and solidified once more.

But in this expensive domain of authority, the opponent was gone. All that remained was a disgusting pit of high-dimensional rotten meat floating in the center, still spewing filth that severely impacted the cleanliness of the underlying code.

Eternal Star Crown Federation, the distant Star Crown Palace.

On the throne, The Chess Player's eyes experienced a slight stutter in the waterfall-like data stream for the first time in three hundred years.

He reached out a fair finger and extremely slowly wiped away a residual red cross error box on the projection in front of him.

The opponent hadn't escaped by relying on superior firepower, nor had they used more advanced hacking techniques to decode the space.

The opponent used the most primitive method. They took a dump on his most precise abacus that no one could calculate.

This blatant, disgusting feedback made this top-tier player feel more troubled than if hundreds of his ships had been destroyed.

Deep within the core of Death Star No. 3.

The battle axe heavy cruiser, having just completed its life-saving warp, came to a smoking halt beside a massive dark red smelting vat.

Li Cang stepped off the control platform and tossed the last bit of crystal powder, smelling strongly of resources, to his side.

He didn't feel weak in the knees despite having just walked past the gates of death. Deeply familiar with systems and gambler's logic, he looked at the massive lower-level production array, which was now fully saturated with energy and had reconnected with the true blueprints brought back from the Great Production on Mars.

"From now on, I won't just be playing hide-and-seek with you."

His extremely tyrannical factory indicator lights all lit up completely amidst the crimson core of the planet.