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"The construction of the virtual realm is based on the essence of the individual soul and spiritual power. Theoretically, it should form a closed internal circulation system, isolating it from direct intrusion from the external subspace. Unless..."
His gaze was focused on several unusual energy resonance peaks.
"Yes... the subspace energy in this universe is too active and too pervasive. Forcibly creating a high-energy 'virtual space' inside an individual is like building an air bubble on a turbulent seabed."
Although it is a self-contained system internally, its very existence will generate a kind of weak resonance with the highly active subspace outside, like 'quantum entanglement'.
For the highly perceptive and enhanced Imperial Guard, this resonance was amplified, becoming a perceptible 'whisper'.
“This is not a design flaw, but an interference at the level of the fundamental rules of the universe…” Zhou Qing fell into deep thought.
Directly adopting the psionic system from the Stellaris universe would indeed encounter unexpected troubles in this extremely active warp universe.
Although such whispers appear to be of extremely low intensity at present and cannot cause substantial corruption or influence, in the long run, or for individuals with weaker mental states, it is hard to guarantee that problems will not arise.
“We need to introduce a ‘filter,’ or… a ‘converter.’” Zhou Qing’s mind raced.
"Current psionic technology cannot completely isolate the subspace. Since it cannot be completely isolated, perhaps... we can utilize this resonance?"
Filtering out the harmful, chaotic whispers, absorbing only the pure, ordered energy flow within the disorder... similar to... the principles of the Eldar's Web, but more microscopic, more personalized.
He immediately began modifying the design, adding new filtering and conversion modules to the psionic circuit.
This is a delicate and complex task that requires a great deal of calculation and simulation testing.
Just then, the laboratory door opened again.
Trajan returned, bringing with him the clowns he had captured alive.
The people responsible for escorting these clowns were a combination of the Sisters of Silence and the Guards. Each clown was escorted by four Guards and four Sisters of Silence.
A group of clowns were brought over, totaling 20 people.
Chapter 172 The Spirit Clan God, Laughing God, Makes His Appearance
Twenty clowns, bound by specially made shackles, were brought into the laboratory. Their gorgeous costumes were tattered and their masks were cracked, but their eyes still held that eerie calm and arrogance, as if they had seen through fate.
These clowns didn't say anything, such as "Don't expect to get any information from me" or any other nonsense. They just calmly looked at the Imperial Guards and Zhou Qing around them.
These clowns knew very well that they had no chance of leaving; the power of the human empire was beyond their imagination.
The presence of the Silent Sisters acted like an invisible shackle, rendering their spiritual energy stagnant, while the sharp gaze of the Imperial Guards effectively blocked any possible physical resistance.
Trajan stepped forward and reported: "Commander, the first batch of prisoners has been brought in. These are the prisoners who are in relatively stable condition among all the prisoners so far."
But their will…
He shook his head; clearly, the Grey Knight's interrogation had not made any substantial progress.
Zhou Qing shifted his gaze from the complex psionic design blueprints to the group of alien prisoners.
His gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it sent a chill through the very souls of every clown who met it, as if they were being thoroughly scrutinized by something far beyond their comprehension.
"It's alright," Zhou Qing said calmly, temporarily putting aside the unfinished psionic enhancement project.
Scientific matters cannot be rushed; they require sufficient rationality and meticulous thinking. Therefore, scientific research can be temporarily suspended.
The immediate threats and intelligence are clearly of higher priority.
He did not use any instruments of torture, nor did he conduct lengthy interrogations.
He simply raised his right hand slowly, and a faint but powerful spiritual force swirled around his fingertips, enough to distort the surrounding space and even be seen by the Silent Sister.
"Look me in the eyes." Zhou Qing's command was like a law, directly penetrating the minds of all the clowns.
The lead clown struggled to resist, roaring, "No one can fathom the dance steps of the God of Laughter! Your attempt is doomed to failure!"
How could Zhou Qing's power be stopped by a few words from him?
The clown's consciousness was as if it were being grabbed by an invisible giant hand and dragged into the abyss.
The next second, he felt his thoughts, memories, and even the deepest mental barriers being brutally torn apart and overturned by a tyrannical and precise force!
"Ah—!" A shrill scream erupted from the clown's mouth. It was not from physical pain, but from the extreme fear of having his soul completely spied on and stripped away.
The next second, Zhou Qing's spiritual energy directly entered his brain.
However, these clowns were, after all, beings protected by the Spirit Race god, the God of Laughter.
Just as Zhou Qing's spiritual consciousness precisely penetrated the deepest part of the clown's soul like a scalpel, a sudden change occurred!
The torrent of memories that was about to be completely stripped away and analyzed suddenly stopped, as if it had crashed into an invisible but incredibly resilient barrier.
Immediately afterwards, a completely different torrent of consciousness, filled with madness, mockery, yet as profound as the starry sea, surged in the opposite direction through Zhou Qing's psionic connection!
Before Zhou Qing's eyes, the laboratory scene suddenly distorted and faded, replaced by a bizarre stage with extremely high color saturation that was unsettling.
The air was filled with a mixture of sweet spices and the smell of blood.
In the center of the stage, a figure slowly coalesced into form—
He was dressed in an incredibly gorgeous costume adorned with bells and sparkling gems. He was tall and slender, yet his posture possessed an inhuman, almost dislocated flexibility and elegance.
His face was covered by a bizarre double mask, half-crying and half-laughing, which seemed to be formed from living emotions, one side of extreme, twisted ecstasy, and the other side of abyssal, frozen grief.
He possessed multiple arms, skillfully manipulating a blood-dripping dagger, a twisted musical instrument, and countless threads shimmering with the light of fate.
The God of Laughter (Cegorach) – a fraudster and playwright of the Spirit Race, the Lord of Jesters – has now intervened in Zhou Qing's soul search in a way that transcends dimensions!
“Aiya~~” A voice with an exaggerated aria, yet chillingly cold, rang out directly in Zhou Qing’s mind, as if whispering in his ear.
"Look who this is? An uninvited, rude spectator trying to peek into my carefully crafted script? That's against the rules, humanity's new 'sun'?!"
The God of Laughter's consciousness, like the slipperiest eel, entangled Zhou Qing's spiritual perception, attempting to interfere with, mislead, and even erode it in the opposite direction.
Countless absurd illusions, fragmented riddles, and inverted logical pieces surged into Zhou Qing's core thoughts like a virus.
This is a trick often used by the God of Laughter: to wrap the truth in endless lies and chaos, driving anyone who tries to peek into his domain into madness.
However, none of this had any effect on Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing was not disturbed by the mystery of the God of Laughter. Instead, he stared at the God of Laughter with a blank expression.
"Are you a god of the aliens?" These few simple words shattered the God of Laughter's domain. All the fabricated plots and tricks vanished in the face of Zhou Qing's calm words.
"If you were in person standing before me, I might not be your match, but right now it's just your consciousness. Do you think you have that ability?"
Zhou Qing himself was not intimidated at all when facing this spirit god.
If Laughing God were to rush up to him, it would be quite troublesome for Zhou Qing.
He might need to use some methods to get rid of this guy, but right now, it's not the laughter itself that's in front of him.
The Laughing God's sinister smile crumbled before Zhou Qing's calm words.
The Laughing God's trick was like the most ingenious riddle, but Zhou Qing did not try to "solve the riddle" at all. Instead, he used his spiritual power, which was now far stronger than that of the Laughing God's clone, to overturn the entire "riddle table"!
"Tsk!" A clear, distinct click of the tongue, clearly displeased, came from the God of Laughter's consciousness.
The playful and exaggerated aria couldn't be maintained any longer, turning into a somewhat exasperated outburst: "How...boring! Rude! Uncultured barbarians!"
His multiple phantom arms danced wildly, attempting to reweave the illusion.
However, Zhou Qing's spiritual energy had already taken the initiative, like an invisible giant net, and began to analyze and lock onto the essence and origin of the Laughing God's consciousness projection.
"A mere projection of consciousness dares to play these empty tricks in front of me?"
Zhou Qing's consciousness began to precisely dissect the existence of the Laughing God's projection, like a scalpel, "Your clown performance ends here."
Zhou Qing stopped trying to read the clown's memories and instead focused his attention directly on the consciousness of the God of Laughter!
He wanted to trace back in reverse, and even try to extract deeper information about the Laughing God himself, the Spirit Clan, and this conspiracy from this projection!
Where can I directly search for the soul and memories of a clown, specifically a spirit god? Which information is most useful?
"Oh? You want to study me instead?" A look of surprise flashed through Laughing God's mind, which then turned into a mixture of annoyance and extreme curiosity. "Interesting! Very interesting!"
For a psychic to attempt to analyze a god is an affront to the very being!
Chapter 173 The Decisive God of Laughter
The God of Laughter was enraged. Indeed, as Zhou Qing had said, if he was merely a projection, he was no match for Zhou Qing unless the real Zhou Qing came in person.
However, if he himself comes, it's hard to say whether Slaanesh will also come looking for him, since he possesses a large number of Eldar souls.
“You win the opening round this time, boring ‘Sun’.” Laughing God’s consciousness quickly became blurred and detached, withdrawing from Zhou Qing’s spiritual perception like the receding tide.
"But remember, the script has only just been turned to its first page; we will meet again..."
On a bigger 'stage'... I hope you can still maintain this 'boring' composure then... Hehe... Hahahaha..."
With a gradually fading, enigmatic laugh, the projection of the God of Laughter's consciousness completely dissipated, severing the last connection with the clown's soul.
The laboratory has fully returned to normal.
The clown, who had been used as the "battlefield," let out a faint gasp before collapsing completely, his eyes vacant, his soul shattered and dissipated in the aftershocks of the clash between the two beings.
Zhou Qing slowly lowered his hand, his expression remaining calm.
Although this recapture did not yield any useful information, it did confirm that the Eldar were indeed plotting a colossal conspiracy.
Otherwise, why would their evil god personally intervene to stop him from seizing the memories deep within the souls of those spirit race members?
Zhou Qing looked at the other clowns. We still had enough samples to continue the experiment little by little.
He didn't believe that the Spirit Clan's god could come here again and again to stop him. If he really could do that, then he would just ignore it.
Just have the Imperial Guard, the Grey Knights, and the Silent Sisters stand on high alert.
there is always a solution to a problem.
The reason he wanted to uncover the other party's plan was simply because his deep-seated belief in knowing both himself and his enemy had come into play.
A new Spirit Clan clown was brought back to Zhou Qing, and then the Spirit energy once again pierced the clown's brain.
This time, he didn't care about any of the miscellaneous details; his main strategy was to strike first and gain the upper hand!
If there are so many clowns among the spirit race, what does it matter if a few die here? If the God of Laughter is so capable, he should come here to him all day long.
Zhou Qing refused to believe this superstition. He refused to believe that every time he searched for the souls of these clowns, the God of Laughter could arrive in time and take away those souls.
Zhou Qing's spiritual power was brutally integrated into the clown's mind, and then tormented his soul. Naturally, this method caused the clown considerable pain.
One mournful scream after another echoed through the laboratory.
However, none of the Silent Sisters or Grey Knights among the surrounding Guards cast any pitying glances at these aliens.