862. Nikola Hawking Submits! The Scapegoat Is Born!

One by one, things that looked like rock sugar fell before the Marquis Wu and King's Rank members of the Changhe Faction.

There happened to be one for each person, distributed evenly.

They were actually Information Compressed Packages, personally created by Zhang Guangmu and freshly produced. As long as one's body came into contact with one, its contents could be swiftly digested and understood.

Sounds, words, images, emotions, will...

All intelligence related to Nikola Hawking, whether low-density or high-density information, had been integrated together and made known to everyone in the Changhe Faction.

Besides that, they also contained Zhang Guangmu's previous explanation in the Xuan Yan Realm that the Control Group was none other than the Outer-Realm Demons.

"That's the specific situation."

Zhang Guangmu's gaze shifted across the group. "Everyone, feel free to speak your minds."

By bringing out the Control Group's arguments ahead of time, he prevented them from using the Script Prompt Disguised Inner Voice to present strange arguments again.

He had taken someone else's path, leaving them nowhere to go!

Zhao Zhengrong was the first to react.

After his eyes cleared, he could not help furrowing his brow deeply. "The Subconscious Film World? But I can't sense any flaws at all. I can't find even the slightest loophole."

"Vision, touch, taste, smell, hearing..."

As he spoke, he used the black imperial saber he had worn beside him for years—more like an ornament than a weapon—to slash halfway through his palm.

Bright red blood and stark white bone.

The skin, nerves, and muscle fibers were all perfectly intact.

Beside him, Chu Fan folded his arms across his chest, looking utterly composed. "Hmph, there is only one truth!"

"This so-called 'false world' is nothing more than a lie fabricated by the enemy. They want to shake our army's morale!"