Chapter 864 Log

Chapter 864 Log

There were guys lying all over the yard basking in the sun. If an ordinary person could see the real scene inside, his whole life's world view would probably collapse in an instant.

Everyone in the family with wings came out to dry their feathers...

Of course, the ones without feathers were also drying out other things. For example, Qianqian was drying out her quilt, Lilina was drying out her hair, and Little Bubble caught a mouse and was drying out her belly.

Bingtis is the most qualified among the guys with wings. She is familiar with more than 1,600 tips for caring for feathers, and she has also summarized a set of radio gymnastics for stretching her wings. This female gangster recently It seems that only a few years of her billion-year lifespan have been devoted to serious matters. You said she must have such a boring heart to accumulate so much nonsense and deceptive knowledge - but after all, she relied on these to win me over. Laitian Leigungun's knowledge points successfully fooled all the winged creatures in the house, including mercury lamps.

And half of the guys lying on the ground or hanging on the wall took out small notebooks and took notes honestly!

Mercury Lamp was also lying on the grass not far away, following the example of spreading her wings to the maximum, trying her best to follow Bingtis's prompts, so that every feather could get sunlight evenly. Her expression was concentrated, just Unfortunately, her writing skills are limited and she cannot take notes like others, but she also has her own solution, which is to draw. She abstracted the knowledge points Bingtis talked about into a bunch of twisted lines. It looked like children's graffiti with unknown meaning. I curiously went over to take a look. It took me a long time to say: "Is this KFC's new way of spicy chicken wings?"

"Idiot!" Mercury Lamp yelled without raising his head, and then drew a pair of simple wings on the drawing paper, and then drew a ball with a smiling face on it. Between the ball and the wings, I also drew thick and winding lines in between.

"What is this?" I pointed to the suspicious lines, "Are the chicken wings cooked?"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The mercury lamp's wings flapped on the ground, "This is heat! The wings have to bask in the sun, so there is heat!"

I smacked my lips in amazement, feeling that this was so childish and childlike - by the way, how come my mercury lamp painting skills are in the same style as my sister?

"Idiot human being, I also want the oil on the wings," Mercury Lamp was lying on the ground, his legs dangling in the air, while drawing his own graffiti, and grunting, "In the future, you Also comb my feathers, just like you did for Alaya.”

What can i say? Of course, she agreed quickly. This girl is rarely willing to take the initiative to make such requests: she can ask for gifts from me without any pressure, but it is difficult for her to accept others taking care of her. To put it bluntly, she strongly wants to prove herself. Anything is fine. This is a paranoid personality caused by life experiences, but now this paranoia has improved a lot. At least she allows me to comb her hair in the morning, and now she also has a wing that allows me to play with her.

With a little curiosity, I touched the black wings behind the mercury lamp. They looked very similar to Bingtis's wings, but they were much smaller and did not have the faint energy halo that seemed real and illusory. Although it was visually difficult to see It is much inferior to the one above, but it is a bit cute and small, and considering that the mercury lamp is only 92.3cm tall, these wings are not too small.

It felt furry and soft, and it was actually warm. This made people surprised, and at the same time they had a deeper understanding of how painful Luo Zhen's balls were.

"If I pull one out, will it hurt?"

I asked suddenly.

Then everyone with wings in the whole yard, including Monina Bingtis123 and even Uncle Kenser, trembled neatly and shouted in unison: "Don't talk about such a terrible topic!"

Mercury Lamp didn't yell, she expressed her wishes with practical actions: she took a sip.

"It hurts," I said with tears streaming down my face.

"It's good to know. Our wings are very sensitive." Bingtis gestured with his fist at me, "But the feathers I lost are no problem. I will make you a pillow in two days. I came home a while ago. I had a fight with Ovelia, and I lost at least half a pound of her hair. Of course, there was also some of my own hair in it... But it’s okay, it’s the same for you anyway.”

I nodded and thanked Bingtis with a thunderous expression. I said to myself that the daily life of the gangster goddess was really unpredictable. When she was short of pillows, she would fight with others. When she picked up the chicken feathers that fell on the floor, she even had pillows and dusters. Nowadays, it is fashionable to produce and sell everything by yourself, right?

I was smart enough not to refuse Bingtis's kindness, even though I really had no interest in a pillow made of her feathers - my intuition told me that it wouldn't be much more comfortable than a pile of sponges, but this female gangster's kindness She cannot refuse casually because she is a psychopath...

If she refuses rashly, she will cause trouble forever.

Seeing me nodding with a grimace, Bingtis nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted loudly: "Okay, the frontal sunbathing is over, now let's turn over..."

Then there was a splashing sound all around, including the mercury lamp, which was my first contact with feather care. Several wings turned over in unison, and I thought of KFC again.

After thinking about it, I decided not to continue making trouble with these winged guys. Their lives are too far from normal people.

At this moment, Sandora's spiritual connection suddenly connected, saving me from the double danger of boredom and distorted worldview: "Ajun, come to Shadow City, the log has been analyzed."

Leaving the birdman on the ground (and a wall, 123 and Kenser are still hanging on the wall) and the big fox basking in the sun at the door, letting them fend for themselves in the sun (is this the right word?), I quickly teleported to Shadow City.

In order to facilitate data analysis, the database and data terminal that Viska dismantled were placed in the Xiling Mother Nest at the core of the Shadow Fortress. This magnificent pyramid building is Bubble's palace, and she spends more than half of her time in it every day. Sitting in person, this giant pyramid is also one of the old empire technologies that Tavel experimentally restored: the location of the non-stop multi-stage co-processing array. The name sounds very confusing, but in essence it is a way to allow multiple Greeks to This is an amazing technology. Before this technology was restored, the number of hosts that a Xiling mother nest could accommodate was extremely limited because ordinary mass-produced hosts had limited computing power. , and Paopao, as the mother machine, cannot act as a bridge server 24 hours a day, which has resulted in the scale of our so-called "host collaborative work" being suppressed to less than ten in the past. Now, this huge pyramid can accommodate hundreds of Xiling hosts working at the same time. It is divided into ten layers, and each layer has dozens of host slots that support hot swapping. Every time I think of this, I always It feels like this place is really like a beehive.

In any case, with this big palace, the work efficiency of the hosts has really improved countless times. Paopao is very satisfied with this and is considering further expanding the shadow space. Our next goal is to build another one in the shadow space. A small star system, far away from all imperial bases, will be used as a nursery for Ding Dong to conduct experiments - the urban management team and neighborhood committee of Shadow City are really fed up with taking to the streets every day to catch strange things that have escaped from the World Tree. Weird divine creature.

Sandora and I came to the Crystal Hall in the center of the Brood Nest. This is the "bedroom" of the child's mother. Compared with the shabby temporary Brood Nest I first saw three years ago, this place is really more atmospheric. Times, the glittering crystal walls and crystal clusters all around can almost blind people's eyes, and Bubbles is just like that day three years ago, wearing a pure white thin dress, floating quietly in the crystal prism in the center of the hall, Like a sleeping angel, but now I am no longer the flirtatious young man who was easily deceived three years ago. I have long been untouched by the pitiful side of this girl's disguise.

I can tell with my biceps that this girl is probably in Demacia right now.

Sandora tapped on the crystal prism to wake up Bubbles from the Demacia ocean. The other party blinked and looked at me for a while, then suddenly frowned: "Her dad, you smell like a girl. The taste, and the aroma that I don’t recognize.”

I was sweating profusely, and under Sandora's cold eyes, I told the story of the incredible daily life that the bird people in the world were going on to collectively dry their wings.

"So that's it," Sandora nodded clearly, "It's normal. They all cherish their wings. It is said that there is a wing beauty contest in Star Territory. Bingtis participated in it once tens of millions of years ago. Unfortunately, We were eliminated just after passing the preliminaries.”

"Is there such a thing?" I was curious, "Don't her wings look pretty?"

"The main reason is that she really couldn't beat the referee in the first round of elimination..."

I remained silent, knowing for a long time that the female gangster would have such an outcome if she participated in any competitive event.

"Stop talking, you should take a look at this first," Bubble interrupted the chat between Sandora and I. She projected a huge holographic image in front of us, which was being stored in another computer room of the Brood. The database component - removed from the crashed Eternal-class mothership.

The so-called database is actually just an inconspicuous black square. It is a part of a complete device. It is only about one meter square. There are dark blue lines on the surface that are constantly bright and dim like breathing. The recording and encoding method used by this thing is very complicated. , I have never understood it until now. I only know that this kind of storage device installed on a battleship has extremely high security. After its attached reading and writing device goes offline, the database will lock the internal information, even if you It has mastered countless high-level passwords, and it will not reveal any confidential information related to the battleship's navigation.

Even with Bubble's computing power, it took two days to crack the contents of the database. You can see how difficult this thing is to deal with.

"Hope," Bubbles said to us word by word, "This is the name of the ship. It's called Hope."

I immediately groaned and said in surprise: "It looks ordinary, but it turns out that it is a flagship?"

I will make this judgment based on a name because of the usual battleship naming rules of the Xiling Empire: most of the ships in service only have numbers and no names. Even the Eternal-class battleships can only be qualified as flagships and have certain military exploits or have certain military achievements. Only ships with extraordinary commemorative significance will be given names.

This is easy to understand. You have to take into account the speed at which those unlimited militarists mobilize. The empire's fleet has always been described as overwhelming. The fleet stationed in a sector can easily become large even if it only counts medium-sized warships. Thousands, such as the Royal Fleet stationed in the galaxy, more than 800 Eternal-class motherships (if there is no war in the near future, this number will definitely grow day by day), and the following main battleships such as Frontier-class, Expedition-class, etc. add up With a capacity of hundreds to tens of thousands, these are not small machines, but big guys that can be pulled onto the battlefield to play unparalleled mowing with the main fleet of any civilization. If placed on the earth, even the smallest ship among them is enough. Let all mankind regard it as the ultimate defense weapon in the solar system-but, can we name these ships one by one?

Believe me, if you really want to do this, the Chinese characters accumulated by our ancestors for five thousand years will not be enough. Even if you name a ship "Ostolovsky Iron Pillar", it will not be enough. of.

Of course, what's more important is that I won't be able to remember the names of these spaceships at all - no one can make them up.

Therefore, in view of the fact that the unlimited Imperial soldiers always blast their own spaceships at extremely ferocious speeds, making it impossible for each spacecraft to have an independent name, the Imperial Army adopted this harsh naming rule: all battleships below the Eternal level have no The name only has a number. The Eternal-class battleship itself is named according to its combat merit, power and qualifications. Only out-of-standard spacecraft like the Star Battleship can each have its own name.

In addition, it is said that the Dominator-class doomsday battleships also have no names. This is not because they are too numerous to name, but because their numbers are generally too small. If a galaxy can have one Regulator in charge, then it is almost the capital star. District's treatment, in this case, naming a unique ship is a waste. Anyway, as long as the King is mentioned, we all know which one it is, and even if we don't know, the command link can judge for itself.

Therefore, when I heard that the Eternal-class battleship that crashed on Mars was called "Hope", my first judgment was that it should be a flagship, although judging from the fragments, it did not seem to be that big in size. There are also no enhanced modules that a flagship should have.

In addition, it is quite incredible that an imperial battleship, or a fleet of destruction in the hands of this little lunatic named Viska, has such a literary name.

But Bubble shook his head, letting my judgment fail: "No, it is not a flagship, it is just the most ordinary commissioned spaceship. The name 'Hope' was given to it by its later crew members. "

"Later crew members?" I frowned, and instantly thought of the corpses that lay dead in the wreckage of the battleship, covering the ground, "You mean those humans from other worlds with unknown origins?"

"If there are no more outsiders who modify the spacecraft log without authorization, they are the ones who perform this naming operation." Bubble nodded vigorously in the crystal prism. "The original number of the spacecraft is meaningless, but those alien worlds with unknown origins It’s a bit intriguing that carbon-based organisms named this spacecraft Hope.”

"Hope..." Sandora lowered her head and muttered, "Intelligent races sailing in the universe always like to use such terms to bless their aircraft, but this is limited to ordinary civilizations that are trembling in the face of various catastrophic environments in the universe. , a civilization like the Empire would not name a combat machine with such a meaningless word. They named the spaceship Hope, does it mean that they need to face deadly threats frequently?"

"Maybe it just sounds nice?" I shrugged, "Cultural differences are huge, and some races may be very casual in choosing names: If the Qianqian virus spreads, do you believe that our next interstellar alliance flagship will even Maybe it's called 'Mohammed Bin Laden'?"

"It's not formal at all," Sandora rolled her eyes at me, "Okay, let's not worry about why those humans from other worlds named the spaceship Hope. Bubbles, have you found out the origin of the spaceship? Where did it come from? It came from the world, and then it was attacked by someone, and finally ended up disintegrating?"

"Then look at this. The data I spent a lot of effort to repair is almost completely deleted."

Bubble said proudly, and then projected a video in front of our eyes.

It was the last moment of the spacecraft recorded from the perspective of an external observation device on the Eternal-class mothership. There were pictures and some intermittent audio. The audio should have come from a commander such as the captain.

The picture shows a chaotic dark red space, showing that the spacecraft may be passing through a high-concentration primitive dust cloud. This kind of cloud is very common in the universe and is a common short-term coordinate when the spacecraft docks temporarily. In the first half minute of the video, It is always such a calm scene. Except for the occasional small bright spot that flies across the dust cloud (a flash of nuclear combustion), no trace of battle can be seen. In the audio signal of the log, the captain or other colleagues are not visible. The commander-in-chief was talking to his assistant about trivial matters.

Halfway through the video, the screen suddenly shook violently, and then a burst of dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the lower part of the camera, on the front deck of the battleship.

What followed was a series of rapid and violent explosions, and the picture was shaking so hard that it was almost unclear. This showed that the entire spacecraft was violently out of control, and the battleship's flight attitude quickly entered an extremely dangerous situation. However, so far, nothing has appeared on the picture. Traces of the enemy - In a battle in space, it is normal for the enemy's spacecraft to be too far away to be visible, but when a big explosion breaks out on the armor and shield of the spacecraft, you can't even see the attack trajectory. This is intriguing. : The enemy uses long-distance attacks and may have time-space technology.

The audio signal went through chaos for just a few seconds. If the captain of the Eternal-class battleship under attack was a Xiling officer, this would have been an unforgivable delay, but considering that its captain might be just a human being, For small carbon-based organisms, this is understandable.

"It's those fanatic believers! They are intercepting the spacecraft!" A rapid and violent voice came from the audio signal, "Hurry up and start the time jump machine! Don't panic, this is an ancient God Envoy class spacecraft. It Can withstand such an attack!"

"The time jump machine is being interfered with, and we can't find the right coordinates!"

"The protective shield has been penetrated, and the enemy has hyperchronic missiles!"

"The main energy furnace was severely damaged, and we almost don't have enough energy to start the time jump!"

"Activated, the ancient spire was activated just now! We got a coordinate!"

"Ancestors bless you, don't worry about what coordinates those are, jump quickly!"

"Captain, our energy furnace is not powerful enough, please..."

"Jump! Jump! The main gun of the spacecraft is exploding. Abandon it and jump now!"

For a moment, such chaotic sounds sounded almost at the same time, and then everything fell silent amid a burst of dazzling white light and a huge explosion.

"The amount of information is a bit large, the child's father." Paopao's faint voice rang out.

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