Chapter 392 Space Amber

A beautiful girl with long green hair, her eyes are as pure as the sky, well, pure, I can only use this word to describe the girl in front of me, like an elf who has been separated from all dirty materials and independent of the pure spiritual world. You can never find a trace of impurity in those bright eyes.

This strange girl stood in front of the door made of vines, looking at me so quietly, like a fairy who accidentally bumped into an outsider in the forest. Then she blinked, and joy suddenly appeared on her face. His smile rushed up like a breeze, and a sweet voice sounded like wind chimes in his ears:

"Ajun! You see it, you see it~~~Dingdang is so powerful, isn't he? Dingdang succeeded~~~Where is the reward? Where is the reward? Dingdang wants to eat candy! Dingdang is so powerful!!"

My body stiffened instantly, and all the muscles in my body were trembling.

Ding dong! ?

Ding dong! !

Ding-dang-dang-dang...

By the way, how come no one has come to stop me when I’ve made up such a word count?

But I was really shocked! I'm terrified! I feel like I have traveled through time!

The beautiful tall girl in front of me, she...she...she said she was Dingdang! She even rushed to me and asked for candy! Damn it, give me back that holy and elegant little fairy, you bastard!

Oops, the complaint was in the wrong direction...

Okay, let’s complain again…I’ve lost the motivation to complain.

Now there is a mysterious green girl in my arms who calls herself Ding Dong. She rubs herself against me who should be a stranger without any sense of femininity, while carelessly rummaging through every pocket of mine. I found a handful of candies that I had packed with me and happily took credit while flipping through them, and I...

It took me more than ten seconds to react, and I pushed the girl who was already full of candies and not yet satisfied slightly away, and then I opened my eyes, and the eyes of the krypton gold dog flashed with light.

Enter scan mode!

After careful observation, I finally discovered that the "strange" girl in front of me really looked a lot like Ding Dong. No, it should be said that except for the fact that she didn't have wings on her back, she was simply Ding Dong enlarged countless times. The subsequent remake – exactly the same!

Moreover, this way of speaking, voice, actions, stickiness, and more importantly, this magical skill of being able to take out my favorite candy from every pocket on my body in five seconds, no one else in the world except Ding Dong. Able to imitate.

I can only blame me for being used to looking at Dingdang’s peanut-sized face, but now I suddenly see one with such a high resolution, it’s just a bit hard to accept...

"Ding...dang?" I hesitated and asked uncertainly.

The green-haired girl in front of her immediately pouted aggrievedly: "Why is the name so long? The word 'dang' is too long, which is very strange!"

Well, it’s indeed Ding Dong, and it’s a high-definition version... Ahem, it’s Ding Dang.

I looked up and down at the enlarged version of Dingdang, who was holding lollipops in both hands and holding a candy stick in his mouth. I said in a confused tone, "I said, Xiaodong...Dingdang, why are you looking like this..."

"What's wrong? Arjun, did you find anything?"

Ding Dong blinked in confusion and looked down at himself again, his expression still confused.

...You didn't notice it at all, idiot! You have grown nearly dozens of times taller, you used to be a three-inch boy! If Pandora knew about this, do you dare to imagine how successful that girl would be?

You will be studied by that thousand-year-old dwarf winter melon in slices - what on earth do I want to say, bastard!

"Ha! Ah Jun, do you want to say that Dingdang has grown taller?" After tilting his head and thinking for a long time, Dingdang finally showed a look of realization, "This is because Dingdang has switched to the god form! All true gods will have a suitable one to use. The god form of one’s own power, Dingdang’s god form is like this~~”

In other words, the girl in front of me... is the real Ding Dong? Is this the pocket goddess I’ve been raising for so long?

Congratulations little one, now I can finally see you as a girl.

I scratched my hair hard and finally sorted out the messed up thoughts. Damn, it was really difficult to accept the breaking news.

"Uh, Ding Dong..." I straightened my thoughts and stretched out my hand to the girl in front of me, habitually hoping that she would jump into it and stuff it into her pocket. However, I was greeted by the latter's curious eyes. And I also discovered one thing. It seems... a little bit difficult to talk to the current true god version of Dingdang.

The faint and inexplicable pressure that was constantly exuding, as well as the holy and noble temperament coming from Dingdang, made me feel a little restrained - of course, I didn't mean that Dingdang was suppressing me with divine power or something like that, it was just that An instinctive feeling that comes from the depths of my heart when faced with an absolutely holy existence. Although it is full of intimacy and comfort, it completely prevents me from communicating normally with the "little one" in front of me in the usual way - anyway. I don’t see any possibility of having afternoon tea on my head with the goddess version of Ding Dong in front of me.

By the way, have I become accustomed to having a tea-drinking goddess on my head at all times?

"Arjun! Dingdang is hungry!"

Just when I was still struggling with how to communicate with the holy version of Dingdang in front of me, the other party jumped over and grabbed my arm and said.

"Ding Dong wants to eat pudding! Now Ding Dong can finally eat a pudding by himself!"

Is it true that the greatest significance of the god form to you is that you can eat more good things? Are you and Sandora the same foodies? Bastard!

After complaining in my heart, I finally found the feeling of communicating with the pet version of Ding Dong, then I picked up the green girl next to me, turned around and walked out of the vine corridor.

The next second, a green halo flashed beside me, and I felt my hands suddenly become empty. I turned around and saw that the girl just now had disappeared.

A three-inch creature fluttered past me, then flipped up and down in the air as if scratching its head, and finally landed on my head again in dejection.

"Ah! Why do you want to change back so soon! Ding Dong hasn't eaten the pudding yet... Ding Dong's biggest wish is to eat the whole cream pudding by himself..."

...I won’t complain.

Dingdang, who had transformed back into a pet, complained loudly and pulled out my hair as if to vent her anger until I pulled her off: "Little one? There is still a time limit for your transformation?"

There was a little regret in my tone, and I admitted that the image of Dingdang's holy and pure girl just now really made a deep impression on me - well, until she pounced on me to ask for candy.

The little thing was depressed and was dangling in mid-air by my wings: "It's not that Dingdang has a time limit, it's that if Dingdang stays like this, the entire spaceship will turn into a plant..."

Dingdang was right. When I walked closer to the third command room, I saw a lush scene. Even the heads of the two "Tyrant" mechas standing guard had purple flowers dancing in the eight-figure dance. ——The divine power of life has begun to transform every inanimate unit in the entire flagship.

I don't know if this is the result of Dingdang's inability to control his power in god form well. Anyway, now I don't dare to underestimate Dingdang, who usually only has a combat power of 5, even though the latter is already in my head. The tablecloth was spread out and we were enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea time.

"Ajun, you have to keep it a secret," Dingdang said while holding his own tea cup, which was smaller than a mung bean and sipping, "Dingdang's god form, you have to pretend you haven't seen it!"

I raised my eyelids curiously: "Didn't you just want to eat pudding with everyone? Why do you want to keep it a secret now?"

"Don't say it, just don't say it! Dingdang will bite you!"

Tsk, this illogical little thing, Dingdang’s amazing god form is just gone. I’m sorry again! !

After returning to the bridge, I found that although Ding Dong's divine power once enveloped the entire flagship, the erosion was not serious. Apart from the fact that each mechanical soldier had a flower on his head, which was more festive, it was still a pretty place. normal.

When Qian Qian and Lin Xue saw me appearing with Ding Dong on my back, they immediately surrounded me and expressed their envy, jealousy, and hatred towards God's abilities. They didn't even think about how incredible their abilities were, and Shan Dora, on the other hand, looked up and down at Little Doud, who was kneeling on his knees above me, with a strange feeling in his eyes.

"Hey, Dingdang, you said you were just a low-level goddess, right?" Sandora's curious voice finally sounded, and Qian Qian and Lin Xue also became quiet, blinking at Sandora.

The little guy nodded and added: "But if Dingdang can pass the elementary creation certificate and pass several other tests, he can apply for advancement!"

I think you should continue to be your own low-level goddess.

"Low-level goddess," Sandora curled a finger and put it against her chin, "Using the law of interference to erase the existence of the universe, this can also be explained by the innate talent of the gods, but within a few seconds To turn a flagship of the interstellar alliance, which is hundreds of kilometers long, into a life aggregate, and it is caused by the aura emitted unconsciously, are you really just a low-level goddess?"

Dingdang grabbed my hair guiltily: "Ah...ha...haha, that's because...because Dingdang is so powerful..."

Just spare my hair, you are such an amazing goddess!

Shandora's knowledge of the gods was obviously far beyond ours, and she must have guessed what ultimate move Ding Dong had just used. However, before she could continue to be curious, a junior commander suddenly came to the bridge and interrupted our conversation.

"Report, sir!" The commander who came to report the news gave a military salute, "We found the second meteorite sample wrapped with a mechanical structure! It has been recovered to the scientific research center!"

Scientific research center - It would be difficult for ordinary people on earth to imagine that there is such a thing as a scientific research center on a space battleship, but in fact, as a comprehensive frontline command center, the "Imperial Admiral" has hundreds of The integrated departments within the kilometer-long huge cross hull are almost a complete military city. Its cross section is the conventional frontline headquarters, which includes a complete set of commands such as information center, tactical research room, officer council hall and combat readiness dispatch center. department, and the long end of its lower part is a series of war factories and ship berthing areas. Heavy firepower systems including main guns are also arranged in this part, and the two arms of the "cross" are designed as comprehensive modules. Including small residential areas - two in-ship towns, training institutions, and several scientific research centers. Our Xiling Research Institute on the earth puts it here, which is equivalent to the size of a comprehensive laboratory...

The sample captured by the Third Interceptor Fleet has been sent to the analysis hall. It is an irregular meteorite with a radius of about tens of meters. The whole body has a slightly glowing orange-red color due to rich metal substances. Under the action of the anti-gravity field, Suspended in mid-air and rotating at a constant speed, the scanning grating used to analyze the multi-layered structure cuts its outer shell layer by layer. This is a very time-consuming and meticulous job, because according to the analysis of the central computer, the machinery inside is fragile and tofu. Like slag, the conventional material dissociation force field will cause the pile of highly corroded metal to break into pieces faster than the stone layer outside it in just one second, and the special microscopic decomposition device is not equipped here: this is a warship , not an archaeological ship.

When we arrived, it had just been cut into less than a third.

"This thing is really big."

Looking at the meteorite sample, Qian Qian murmured to himself.

At that time, you drove a battleship and smashed three meteorites that were more than ten times larger than it...

"Your Majesty, this is the information we just obtained." A Xiling technician wearing a researcher's white robe came over and respectfully handed me an information screen. "We successfully analyzed its surface components."

I took the information screen and handed it over to Shandora decisively - not only did I fail the liberal arts comprehensive exam, but in fact, we also failed to pass the comprehensive science exam...

Well, even if I think about it, I still can’t understand it.

"Iron and a large amount of radioactive berkelium sodium elements, the composition is not surprising." Shandora analyzed the things on the information screen quite professionally, "It is not a synthetic substance, and because of the presence of berkelium sodium, these things cause electromagnetic interference at specific frequencies. The environment will turn into a colloid, which may explain why these mechanical remains are wrapped in meteorites and show the characteristics of being slightly corroded by the energy of the abyss. This is not an abnormal situation. It seems that these unlucky spacecraft are just scrapped normally. Then it happened to be in an asteroid belt rich in berkelium and sodium, and this kind of 'space amber' was formed."

To be honest, I basically don’t understand anything – what is that berkelium sodium?

The laser device in the hall was still running slowly, carefully cutting the meteorite sample with creaking sounds, peeling off its shell while ensuring that its internal mechanical structure was as complete as possible, and gradually On the ground, a somewhat twisted alloy armor plate appeared in front of us, covered with pits and pits.

"Judging from the perspective pictures, it should be some kind of flyable vehicle," Sandora pointed to us and pointed to the holographic image next to it that simultaneously displayed the perspective view of the entire meteorite. "Now is its engine cover. Well, the nozzle comes out. Already..."

The careful cutting gradually came to an end, and what finally appeared in front of us was a...long-legged jet?

Ahem, technically speaking, it's a jet with tracks - well, both long legs and long tracks are weird enough for an airplane.

"Aircraft?" I muttered with a weird look on my face, "Can this thing really fly?"

"It seems to have some kind of deformation function," Sandora pointed to the leg connection of the "aircraft" on the holographic image, "Rotating parts, folding grooves, and joints that should not appear here originally. This thing should have It has two postures: air combat and land combat. What we are seeing now is a scene in the process of its transformation. A long time ago, the Xiling Empire also produced similar transformation mechas, and they were also installed in large numbers. However, since the time-space component replacement system After it matures, this transitional technology, which will greatly reduce the strength of the mecha, will be eliminated."

"Transformation?" When I heard this, my eyes immediately glowed, "What does this thing have to do with Optimus Prime?"

Sandora burst out on the spot: "Pfft - Arjun, can you please stop being so whimsical? This thing has nothing to do with those unlicensed cars. It's just a deformable weapon."

After all the rocks on the surface were cleared away by lasers and micro-robots, this nearly ten-meter-high deformed fighter was finally fully exposed in front of us. Although we have seen its shape from the perspective model, now we see the real thing. , the feeling is different again.

"It seems very human - I mean a futuristic fighter jet from a human science fiction movie."

I took a few steps closer and carefully observed its cockpit.

"It's really not made in earth?"

"Of course not," Lin Xue came to me and gently placed her hands on the broken tracks of the wreckage of the fighter plane. A silver light flashed in her eyes, "But it was indeed human beings who created it. The technology is already very advanced. The world is very close to the people on Earth...but very far away, and the information is severely damaged. Apart from these vague impressions, I can't see anything more."

Distant relatives of Earthlings?

This is really... interesting, a coincidence? In the vast universe, we discovered advanced equipment produced by another earth civilization - even though this thing was here to cause trouble.

"Approximately how long has it been since it was destroyed?"

I took a few steps back and looked at the weather-beaten wreckage of the fighter plane. The high-energy radiation in the universe is definitely the natural enemy of youth. Judging from this old appearance alone, I would even guess whether it was a human-made artifact from the previous earth era. Of course, it's a bit nonsense to think of something that came out and then returned to its hometown in such a vigorous way after wandering in space for a long time.

There is no need to measure anything like radioactive isotopes at all. Qianqian itself is the most accurate clock, but the latter just took one look at the wreckage and lost interest in analysis: "Its timeline has been cut off. It is obvious that this thing is not accurate." It belongs to this universe and was forcibly pulled here by the power of the star ring fragments. Because of the time discontinuity across planes, I can't tell its age. It may have been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, or it may have been destroyed just yesterday. It may be scrapped, and it may even have to wait until a few years before it is manufactured... Arjun, if you want to understand, I will find you a copy of "A Brief History of Time" to read... Uh, that one doesn't seem quite right..."

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