Spirit Descent Plan!
This was not a concept that Wang Zhiwen came up with on the spur of the moment.
Rather, it was a thought that had been lingering since before, after learning that the jade pendant could transmit souls.
The subsequent experiments on the fusion of the soul and spirit of the bionic mechanical mouse brought this project to its peak.
Among the supplies Lu Li sent back this time were even humanoid puppets.
This gave Wang Zhiwen an instant glimpse of countless possibilities.
Yes, they have the opportunity to fight alongside Comrade Lu Li!
An enhanced warrior's consciousness is infused into a specially crafted Spirit Machinery puppet.
Build and create a combat unit that belongs to our own people!
If this plan succeeds, it will be of great significance.
This will not only help Lu Li, preventing him from fighting alone.
It can also accumulate valuable experience for Great Xia in future physical crossovers.
Of course, this plan is extremely expensive.
Success cannot be guaranteed in the short term.
It doesn't even seem likely to bring about a direct breakthrough in high-end military capabilities in the future.
However, Wang Zhiwen's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
It stirred up a massive wave.
Directly deploy consciousness combat units to another world?
This idea is too bold, too forward-thinking, and too tempting!
Li Yuanchao's fingers tapped lightly on the table.
His gaze swept across the entire area, taking in the faces of those in charge of each workshop.
I began to ponder.
The Space-Based God Slaying of Dao of Artifact Refinement crafting, the radiating destructive force of array symbols, the universal enhancement of Dao of Alchemy crops, Wang Zhiwen's Spirit Descent Plan...
Each one concerns the fate of the nation, and each one points directly to the future.
How to choose?
Li Yuanchao did not make a hasty decision, but instead discussed it with a statistics professor and scholar next to him.
A moment later, a meticulously calculated draft appeared in his hands.
After a careful glance, Li Yuanchao slowly stood up.
I have already made up my mind.
The theme of the meeting was: everything for force!
In any case, they cannot stray from this topic.
However, after scientific and reasonable calculations, it is simply impossible for the current scale and capacity of each workshop to digest such a huge amount of resources on its own.
To avoid waste and unnecessary losses.
The meeting ultimately decided to divide the resources into three unequal parts!
Li Yuanchao stood up, his voice loud and clear.
"Everyone, I've decided... to focus on joint projects!"
"Developed jointly by the Dao of Artifact Refinement, Dao of Formations, and Talisman Dao workshops, this is a targeted high-end combat- Spirit Machinery weapon."
"Allocate 70% of the resources to this area."
"The three workshops —Dao of Alchemy, Crops, and Soul Essence—are temporarily designated as Level Two priority! Approved to provide 20% of their resources."
" The Cultivation Method workshop and Cultivator Group will be granted 10% of the resource supply."
Li Yuanchao made the final decision.
His sharp gaze swept across the entire room.
No one objected to his decision.
Although it may be somewhat disappointing that my research cannot be carried out on a large scale.
But everyone understood that they couldn't dwell on these gains and losses.
Their immediate priority is to help Lu Li develop and grow rapidly.
As long as we can have sufficient combat power to deter others when the Prefecture-Breaking War arrives.
The Heaven-Pacifying Yao Prefecture could potentially become a vast resource pasture waiting for them to harvest.
Only force can decide all of this!
After the meeting concluded, Bureau 749 entered its busiest and most hectic period since its establishment.
They even unusually expanded their enrollment significantly.
Not only did they recruit a group of members with Spirit Root from the Cultivation Administration, but they also recruited more scholars and professors from across the country...
Control room of a top-secret test site in Northwest China
Yang Zunzheng scratched his bird's nest-like hair.
I'm feeling a bit down.
His brows furrowed as he stared at the less-than-satisfactory explosion on the big screen.
"Almost there again!"
He rolled up the documents in his hand and irritably tapped his thigh.
The assistants beside him dared not utter a sound.
This engineer, Mr. Yang, who is only in his early thirties, can be described as a national treasure-level genius.
His temperament and attire... really don't fit the image of a designer of a national strategic asset.
"Engineer Yang, the data is in. The damage radius and penetration depth have increased by 10% compared to last time."
An assistant reported cautiously.
The tone of the voice only made Yang Zunzheng more bored.
As one of the youngest and most outstanding air-to-ground weapons experts in China.
He has been working on air-to-ground weapons for many years.
What he wants most is an exponentially increased strategic deterrence.
It's something that can be made to fall from the sky and used as a strategic deterrent.
It's not a giant firecracker, nor a missile or nuclear bomb.
It is a brand-new weapon that could lead humanity into a new era of warfare.
Ideally, it would have an effect comparable to that of an asteroid impact.
But in reality, it's always been impossible.
He actually knew where the problem lay.
Material!
With the materials known to humankind today, it is simply impossible to withstand any higher initial velocity and energy load.
The energy density of propellants and Dipper Ministry is limited by the current technological ceiling.
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.
No matter how many ideas or theories a chef has, without good rice and good meat, he can't make a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
"Unless aliens send me some new materials..."
He muttered something self-deprecatingly, then took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
The aliens are joking.
To date, humanity has not discovered a second extraterrestrial civilization.
He's just daydreaming.
He waved his hand, preparing to return to his dormitory and stare at the blueprints for a while longer.
Just then, a young lab technician, panting, caught up with them, carrying a satellite-encrypted phone.
"Engineer Yang! Engineer Yang! Phone call!"
"It's... it's a leader from the General Armaments Department! They're looking for you directly! They say there's an urgent work assignment!"
Yang Zunzheng paused, his brows furrowing again.
requisition?
He hasn't even made any progress on his current project yet, so why would they transfer him there?
Sitting in an office, drinking tea, and holding meetings?
That would be worse than killing him.
"I'm not going."
He spoke succinctly and turned to leave.
His greatest hobby in life was researching how to throw things from the sky to the ground; he was uninterested in anything else.
"Engineer Yang, the boss said you must personally take over; it's... it's a top-level order!"
The lab technician's voice trembled slightly.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zunzheng had no choice but to take the heavy, encrypted phone and walk to a secluded corner.
"I am Yang Zunzheng."
His tone was flat.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
An old, solemn voice rang out.
" Xiao Yang."
"I've read your previous report on the concept of space-based kinetic weapons."
"The idea is bold, and the question is very direct... The difficulty lies in materials and energy, right?"
Yang Zunzheng's heart skipped a beat.
Why would the leader suddenly bring up that report that many experts privately criticized as having too much science fiction content?
How can you be so clear about the core issue?
"Yes, the theoretical pathway is clear, but current material conditions and energy utilization efficiency limit the ultimate level of power."
He answered honestly.
There was a pause of a few seconds on the other end of the phone.
The aged voice lowered even further.
"If, I mean if."
"Now there is an opportunity to provide you with special materials that go beyond our current understanding of physics."
"Could you...?"
The aged voice paused slightly, as if carefully choosing its words.
The next second.
Several thunderous words resounded in Yang Zunzheng's ears.
"Could you make a super-sized space-based weapon?"