The Psychic Storm, though launched later, struck first.
The terrifying impact, enough to drive a ten thousand-man army mad, instantly engulfed Sam's position.
The scattered aftershocks swept across the Grand Canyon.
On the Allied Forces' front lines, dozens of weak-willed soldiers collapsed on the spot, clutching their heads, foaming at the mouth, and convulsing all over.
Hao Chi felt as if a red-hot steel rod had been driven straight into his brain. His vision suddenly went black, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
Su Wan and Xia Lian's faces turned deathly pale.
Lin Xiyue immediately raised a protective shield, the golden light barrier barely protecting her nearby teammates.
However, when that destructive storm, capable of distorting reality and polluting souls, drew within three meters of Sam, it encountered an incomprehensible phenomenon.
It was not blocked by the shield.
Nor did it trigger any energy collision.
Instead, it was like the ice and snow of early spring meeting the scorching midday sun, or like a surging tide crashing against an infinite, invisible levee.
It was silently dissolved and smoothed away by a higher-level, warmer energy, filled with infinite vitality and hope.
Not a single ripple formed.
Inside the cockpit, Lin Qingyue only felt a swarm of flies buzzing around her ears, causing a slight annoyance.
She even had the leisure to mutter a complaint.
"Is that all?"
"In terms of mental pressure, this is less impactful than when Mama Kafka whispers 'Listen to me' in my ear."
Not only that.
She clearly felt her brow heating up slightly.
That wisp of the [Rebirth] Authority, which she herself had not yet fully understood, was passively activated at this moment.
It transformed into a signal amplifier, producing an unprecedentedly violent resonance with the unknown core deep within the "Sam" mecha, one that even the tactical AI could not analyze!
The originally steady output power of the "Sam" mecha instantly spiked to an absurd peak.
"Buzz—!"
A power far more ancient and grander than the Broodmother's Origin Power quietly awakened from the mecha's core.
It was a... supreme rule that reigned over the very concepts of "Creation" and "Reproduction"!
[Warning! Unknown high-dimensional energy source detected awakening!]
["Firefly Type-IV" Core Module establishing deep link with pilot Lin Qingyue...]
[Link Completion: 1.7%]
["Propagation" Path, temporarily activated!]
A series of scarlet warning pop-ups flashed wildly across the screen, but in an instant, they were covered by another set of characters, more dazzling and sacred, in brilliant gold.
The energy glow flowing around the "Sam" mecha, which had represented destruction and slaughter in its spectral green, quietly transformed into a brilliant gold representing life and hope.
The golden light was not dazzling, but incredibly gentle.
Yet it also carried an absolute majesty belonging to a god, one that brooked no profanation or violation.
Above the Nine Heavens, the phantom figure of the White Tiger Celestial God, who had originally been watching with an amused detachment, suddenly froze.
Within His colossal golden eyes, which could pierce through time and space, a look of horror and bewilderment surfaced for the first time.
"What... what power is this?!"
His whisper kicked up towering waves within His Divine Realm, a shudder born from the deepest depths of His soul.
He was so astonished that He subconsciously retracted the Metal Qi that had been entwined around His claws.
"The rules of... creation and propagation... No, that's not right! The status of this power is even... even above the 'God of Machinery and Creation' from back then!!"
Within the White Tiger Celestial God's voice, there was a hint of... awe that even He Himself had not noticed.
On the battlefield, those red self-destructing flying insects that were just about to pounce on Sam froze eerily the instant they touched that circle of golden light patterns.
Their tyrannical self-destructive tendencies were completely erased in the face of that power, warm as the morning sun.
The next second, their bodies quietly disintegrated, turning into the purest, most primitive life energy particles and vanishing into the air.
The Psychic Storm had already vanished without a trace.
The silver Sam reappeared in everyone's sight, but it had changed.
The spectral green light flowing on the mecha's surface had all turned into a deep and sacred brilliant gold.
The Fire Wings on its back expanded several times over, and crystalline, feather-like structures even grew from the edges of the wings.
The Broodmother, which had just been insufferably arrogant and raging with fury, was struck as if by lightning.
The furious shriek it was about to let out was forcibly choked back.
Its massive body began to tremble violently, out of control.
Within its dozens of compound eyes, the boiling killing intent and hatred, as if poured over with a bucket of liquid nitrogen, instantly solidified and dissipated.
What took its place was the most primitive... fear, originating from the deepest parts of its bloodline and soul.
If the Broodmother's own Origin Power was a blazing bonfire.
Then the golden energy now radiating from "Sam" was the boundless sun, enveloping the entire world!
How could a firefly dare to compete in brilliance with the scorching sun?
The entire battlefield fell into a suffocating, dead silence.
If Sam had been "slaughtering" just now, then now, this battle had evolved into a divine miracle.
Following Lin Qingyue's command, the Sam Mecha's double blades slowly closed in front of its chest.
The golden energy was no longer violently erupting, but had transformed into a silent, gentle ripple, spreading across the entire Grand Canyon.
Wherever this ripple passed, the more than 200,000 Mantisfolk, who had lost their minds due to the Broodmother's frenzy and were preparing to launch a suicidal charge, suddenly all came to a halt.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Whether it was the massive High-Rank Insect Guards or the ordinary soldiers, packed as densely as an ant colony.
Their compound eyes, once bloodshot from slaughter, suddenly became clear and transparent, even carrying a strange sense of bewilderment.
They seemed to have heard a divine decree from the Creator.
Completely ignoring the Broodmother's frantic assault orders roared through the mental link.
All the Mantisfolk turned in unison.
Facing the silver-white mecha bathed in golden radiance in mid-air.
Then, they performed an action that made the brains of all the Allied Forces soldiers crash.
Humbly, piously, and out of pure instinct, they lowered their bodies.
The massive blade-arms capable of tearing through steel were respectfully folded across their chests.
Their ferocious heads were lowered deeply, pressed against the scorched ground.
A collective prostration.
That was not the trembling of fear, nor the rigidity under pressure.
It was an absolute submission to a higher-order being, engraved deep within their genes and souls.
A grand-scale, solemn, and majestic collective worship!
Across the entire battlefield, besides the sound of the wind funneling through the canyon, only the continuous "shasha" sound of countless insectoid carapaces scraping the ground remained.
On the Allied Forces' front lines, the soldiers maintained their combat stances, yet their faces were filled with confusion and blankness.
Looking at this scene that could be called a divine miracle, their minds went completely blank.
Robot No. 055's logic core finally collapsed under the burden after processing hundreds of millions of information streams.
"Sizzle—"
A wisp of black smoke rose from its neck.
Its mechanical eyes completely lost their light, falling into a physical-level crash.
It could not process, nor could it understand, this change in the battle situation that had already completely exceeded the scope of war and logic.
"Holy shit..."
Hao Chi slumped on the ground. The talisman in his hand, already soaked with sweat, fluttered to the ground, but he was completely unaware.
His mouth hung open, his eyes wide like copper bells, and his throat emitted meaningless "heh heh" sounds.
"What... what kind of control skill is this? Two hundred thousand monsters, all controlled?"
He muttered to himself, unaware of the drool trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"This world... is fucking completely insane..."