The Command Center of the Forward Committee Third Bureau was actually jointly staffed with the Combat Command Department. Most of its functions were carried out on behalf of it by the Combat Command Department under Field Officer Fang Shu, but for certain especially important operations, Command Sequence members would be transferred in from other offices, striving to expand and upgrade the command system's capabilities in the shortest possible time.
There was nothing special about its layout. It was basically no different from the other office areas.
Ronan entered as if he knew the place well, with only Field Officer Bei Ou at his side.
Even though the atmosphere here was as tense and solemn as ever, some people still glanced in his direction.
In the Mental Ocean, the vague, insubstantial web gave a slight tremble.
The "Dream Weaver" resting atop it rose and fell faintly along with the temporary, stripped-down version of the "Altar Spiderweb."
The taut, restless emotions here, along with the powerful rationality and discipline that strictly controlled their scope and degree of escalation, were like a pot of soup simmering over a low flame, its strange fragrance filling the air and intoxicating it.
This was the result that had formed after two Shadow Mist Exercises, and also another test Ronan had conducted on the system.
With a mental-layer medium it could use, the Dream Weaver could avoid direct contact with the Evil Poison environment to a certain extent.
Of course, Ronan could as well.
But he would not use it lightly. Compared with the Evil Poison environment, this stripped-down Altar Spiderweb was far too fragile. He might have only one chance.
It was not that Ronan had not considered encrypting and reinforcing the web, but if he continued, the possibility of "exposure" would become too great—not only