Chapter 891 Hurricane

The wind is howling.

The turmoil in the upper atmosphere has now been effectively conveyed to the surface. The howling wind passes through the ravine-crissed metal ruins, bringing with it all kinds of weird and terrifying sharp howls. The incoming wind has no direction and suddenly moves to the left. It was suddenly strong and weak, as if countless pairs of invisible hands were ravaging the earth. The lighter metal fragments were blown down from the high ground above, whistling across the winding parabola, and smashed in the distance.

The current wind force has not yet reached the level warned by Sandora. This can still only be called a strong wind, but it is not a hurricane. However, since people hid here a few minutes ago, the sharp increase in wind force has been obvious to all. Most people's attention was focused on the strong wind howling outside, and many people showed worried eyes. Others had regrets in their eyes: they had not brought more things with them when they left their homes, and by now, some people had realized that the hurricane might really damage the houses in the town.

This place is about one kilometer away from the town, which is not too far. The shelter is located below the metal station high ground. Here is the bow part of an expedition-class battleship that was broken into two parts. It is inserted into the earth at an angle, and the broken armor plate extends When it came out, a cliff was formed. There was a very wide space under the cliff. The cracked protective shield protruding from the ground was connected with the debris to form a semi-cave closed on three sides, which was enough to accommodate hundreds of people hiding here.

Through these two days of observation, we have roughly understood the "topography" around this metal station. Surprisingly, in such a small place, the wreckage of three battleships can be found. An Eternal-class mothership is the main part of this land. The "cliff" behind us, that is, the expedition-class battleship that broke in half, may have been violently hit by a self-destruction attack on the Eternal-class battleship that has now assumed the responsibility of the earth. This expedition-class battleship is higher than The remaining fragments of the ship's hull on the ground also happened to become a high ground. It's the main working area of ​​the metal station, a place that looks like a garbage dump. Only a few hundred meters away from here, there is a Frontier-class fortress ship that may also have launched a suicide attack. It may have brought the most fatal blow to the Eternal-class mothership under our feet back then. Seventy or eighty percent of its main body had been vaporized in the explosion, and underneath it was the completely smashed energy restrainer of the Galaxy main gun of the Eternal-class mothership.

We analyzed the markings on the wreckage and found that they were from two armies - which, of course, I know is bullshit.

The Eternal-class mothership that crashed on the ruined planet after a series of suicide attacks was Viska's spaceship. There was a mark on its condenser cover, and the Expedition-class battleship behind us has transformed into a metal station highland. And the Frontier-class spacecraft that looked like a round mountain hundreds of meters away had a symbol that no one recognized: a golden ring.

This ring is not currently recorded in the Imperial database.

Sure enough, as expected, Pandora and Sandora, two former war activists (in fact, Pandora is still a war fanatic until now, and she has no intention of changing in this life) have limited understanding of their colleagues in the distant ruling area. . They couldn't identify which emperor owned this mark at all. Sivis could only temporarily store this mark and the data and intelligence about the wreckage collected by other reconnaissance forces in the database. Maybe one day in the future we can know who it was. Who is so awesome that he almost wiped out Viska's Legion of Destruction here...

The residents who had been evacuated from the town gathered in this spacious shelter. Due to the semi-enclosed almost cave terrain, everyone was not afraid of the strong wind. The howling wind was raging from outside the opening of the cave, but there were few Can rush directly into the cave entrance. However, this little safety does not seem to completely appease the emotions of the townspeople.

Barnard showed his qualities as a mayor at this time. Before setting off, he had people transport a lot of equipment using the town's only suspension truck that transports metal scraps. Including lighting equipment and some psionic crystals that looked old but still full of energy, and then began to direct people to improve this temporary and crude shelter.

The town's skilled workers used these to brighten up the cave. Some heaters were set up in places where people gathered. There were no street lights outside the cave, and the fusion reactor in the sky was completely scrapped. The outside world was already invisible, and the temperature was still dropping rapidly. Without these equipment, I was afraid of hiding in. The townspeople couldn't hold on for a while.

The burly man named Tieke led the strong young men in the town to work at the entrance of the cave. They used the large metal plates that can be seen everywhere to set up layers of barriers near the entrance of the cave. Those large metal plates There is a Xiling text mark of "Emergency Spare Parts". Perhaps they come from the material warehouse in the wreckage of the spacecraft. These processed alloys are usually produced when the spacecraft suffers sudden structural damage, and the recovery speed of the ship itself cannot keep up with the speed of structural rupture. They were used to repair lining armor. They were light but extremely strong. Although they had little technological content, they were very suitable for building defenses when the necessary equipment was lacking - such as repairing the lining of a battleship that had been penetrated by artillery fire or in large-scale battles. A windproof barrier is provided at the air outlet.

The two-meter-high metal plates are supported on the ground by strong metal pillars. Layer by layer, they weaken the wind that occasionally blows directly in from the hole. At the same time, they can also effectively block the metal fragments that are thrown in. They are definitely strong enough to The metal plates that withstand the imperial artillery will not be damaged in any strong wind, but they are not indestructible: Tieke does not have the material fusion generator commonly used by Xiling technicians, and he cannot combine these barrier plates with The metal floors are fused together, so these tasks can only be done with simple welding guns or even rivets. This is like building a tank with astrology stone. Unfortunately, every armor plate on the tank is glued together with 502. of……

"It's better than nothing."

Bingtis glanced at the windproof barrier at the entrance of the cave and said calmly, "Although they have no experience in dealing with it, which resulted in many loopholes, they did a really good job."

I glanced at Bingtis. No words were spoken.

She mentioned one thing in a very relaxed tone before, that is, she was preparing to "re-register" the indigenous residents of this world, of course. To put it in more professional terms, she wants to re-register the life sequences in this world that have been removed from the list in the Temple of the Goddess of Life. To do this, the first step is to give a score to the life sequences that are about to be registered.

I didn't pay much attention to what Bingtis said just now. This gangster lady doesn't seem to be a person who does business. What she said may be true, but most of it is just a formality, a matter of the gods. How many are reliable?

But now it seems that this matter is quite formal.

Bingtis has been observing the reactions of everyone present, and on the ground next to him, Dingdang is spreading out a large notebook, holding a golden pen and constantly sketching. The two goddesses seem to work in division of labor.

"What are you doing?"

Qian Qian asked curiously as she looked at the ghost talisman scrawled by Ding Dang.

"Observe, record and score," Bingtis yawned, "Dingdang is a god in the sequence of the Temple of Life. She is responsible for submitting observation records to the temple. The method is to write them in this divine book, which is considered Dingdang's job. Take notes."

"Where are the work notes?" I was shocked and pointed at the notebook that was almost as high as two jingle bells stacked together. There was a huge lollipop graffiti on it.

"This is the tribute record accepted by the temple!"

Dingdang was holding a huge gold pen and scribbling on the paper. He still raised his head to answer my question, "Ajun, look, lollipop, there is a multiplication of 1000 at the end. But there are only three lollipops." It’s too tiring to write…”

us:"……"

"Look, at least it is related to her daily work. It is also God's daily routine to enjoy the tributes from believers. Of course, this is mainly to prevent extravagance and waste and to eat and drink with public funds."

I sweated coldly as I watched Dingdang painstakingly draw twists and turns of pictures and heart-wrenching characters on a huge notebook. Some of them are incomprehensible at first glance, and some of them are meaningless even after several glances. I suddenly felt that the goddess of supreme life may be a very amazing person. She can actually rely on such symbols and her own subordinates. Communication, and the indigenous people of this world are a bit miserable. The registration form for their entire race to re-register in the Temple of Life turns out to be this look - roughly equivalent to applying for an ID card only to find that there is a mosaic on the avatar. The text below is still handwritten with watercolor pens.

"That's how you evaluate an entire race? Isn't that a bit hasty?"

My sister is a very considerate person. Even though she knows that these gods have never been reliable, she is habitually worried. After all, judging an entire race sounds pretty serious anyway. I don’t know if the gods will ask you to take a make-up exam in 2012 because of your overall failing grades when they assess mortals...

And I picked up the jingling gold pen and took a look at it curiously. This thing really didn't match the little guy's figure. It was definitely a bargain that this little fool bought from the special market after listening to the salesman's deception. When I was young, I simply forgot that my body shape was a flaw. Dingdang hung on the nib of the pen, still holding the pen holder and writing furiously. It wasn't until he realized that he could no longer reach the paper that he began to dance in protest.

"This is very troublesome to explain," Bingtis lazily looked at the silently busy townspeople, "In short, I only need to know one thing: when the God's assessment officially begins, the mortals who are assessed will truly represent the entire race. We will distort the facts and their individual behaviors within a certain range, and the final conclusion will be correct. If these one hundred and sixty-two people can survive the hurricane safely, then their entire race also has this quality."

Shandora was eating. At this time, she looked up and added in her busy schedule: "Regardless of any interference conditions, 'getting the correct score' is an established fact. Even if Bingtis chooses to test a baby, that baby can On behalf of the entire race, I discussed this with her back then. It is said that this is a talent given to all the gods by God the Father, and it is called the absolute test."

Bingtis was very proud: "In other words, gods can judge anything below their own level and come to the correct conclusion. Our judgment of the mortal world has never been wrong!"

I thought for a moment and suddenly gave Dingdang a very sad look: "That is to say. In all the exams in the God Realm, the only reason for failure is lack of real strength. Even if you write cheat sheets and bribe the examiner, bribe the marking teacher and collude with others. Comrade-in-arms. If you don't know the questions, you will definitely not get points, right?"

Before I finished speaking, Dingdang burst into tears - she probably wouldn't have to graduate in this life.

It is a matter for gods like Bingtis and Dingdang to re-establish files for races that have been canceled in the Temple of Life. Just let them continue their work. Sandora and I have nothing to do for the time being, so we just observe the busy people around us with interest.

Shuizhu hugged her knees and sat next to us. She was the only child staying in the front part of the cave. The other children were hiding behind, because they couldn't help, so they were driven deep into the cave by the adults, but Shuizhu insisted on being with us. This little girl who looked a little weak was here. She was very stubborn on the issue, and the adults didn't have the extra energy to deal with a little girl, so they just let her do whatever she wanted.

"Is my brother going to be okay?"

Shuizhu looked at the cave entrance not far away with fear. It was pitch-black outside, and powerful spotlights temporarily installed on both sides of the cave entrance produced two light beams with a limited range. In the light beams, only the silhouettes of metal fragments or other objects could be seen whizzing past, swept by the strong wind. Listening to the increasingly violent wind outside, the nine-year-old girl inevitably showed a look of fear.

"He has arrived safely in another town. As evidenced by Barnard's token and the increasing wind around him, the people there have begun to move." I clicked on a holographic screen in mid-air and pointed at the information on it. Said, "But it should be said that we are very lucky. The town of Chongzhao is built on the cargo compartment of a scrapped cargo spacecraft. There is a very large Gnaku below, and the gate of the Gnaku can still be used. They are hiding in The underground is safer than here. By the way, I’ll connect you to Glick’s video.”

Shui Zhu felt relieved. She looked at the screen in mid-air with surprise, and then a smaller window suddenly popped up under the screen. The little girl almost screamed out of fright. Only after she saw clearly that it was Glick's image did the water droplets appear. Surprised expression: "Brother!"

"Ah, Shuizhu, have you reached the bottom of the cliff already?"

The background behind Glick is the alloy ground in mid-air. It seems that he is standing at the entrance of the underground Gnaku in Chongzha Town, preparing to go down.

"Well, we are under the cliff, and there is a big hole here!" Shuizhu said happily. Her voice also attracted the attention of many adults around. People looked at the hologram in front of Shuizhu with very surprised eyes. Screen, some people even forgot what they were doing for a moment. Mr. Barnard hurried over and asked loudly: "Gerrick, was there nothing wrong on the road?"

"Of course not, I'm a natural sailor!" Glick had a happy expression on his face. It seemed that he finally got his wish to fly a spaceship - even though it was only a single fighter plane, and he could only use almost no skills. The automatic navigation mode that requires controlled operation - this experience made the little boy who was influenced by his father extremely excited. "The wind here is so strong! Wow, a car was blown away just now! But everyone went down to Gona Damn it, some people still call me little hero...what about you? Is the wind strong?"

"You'll know just by listening to what's going on outside."

Although there are many layers of windproof barriers, the sharp whistling caused by the strong wind blowing through the entrance of the cave is still unstoppable. After listening to it for a while, Glick stuck out his tongue: "It seems that the wind there is stronger than here...ah, Glick The Naku gate is about to close, and I have to go down and talk to them about flying the spaceship, so hang up now."

Glick hurriedly ended the communication. After the offline message popped up on the screen, Shuizhu pouted in dissatisfaction, while Barnard smiled helplessly: "Like his father, he wants to be a hero, and this time his dream comes true. ”

At this moment, a low roar that was different from before suddenly came from the distance, interrupting everyone's conversation.

It seemed like a series of non-stop muffled thunder, and a bit like thousands of troops galloping forward. The huge sound made your eardrums hurt slightly. Even when you were sitting on the ground, you could feel the ground shaking slightly, and the roar was mixed with A sharp roar, a sound like tearing steel.

The hurricane is coming.

Just as Shandora warned, the atmosphere has formed an unprecedentedly large wind tunnel due to severe uneven heating in local areas. On the earth, the sun that is one astronomical unit away can illuminate the entire planet even slightly unevenly. Triggering tornadoes that destroy the world (this is one of the mechanisms of meteorological disasters such as tornadoes, but not all), but here, the sun is only three thousand kilometers away from the ground, and the uneven heating is not distributed to the whole world, but There is only a small area. How turbulent is the air in this small area?

The super storm outside the cave tells us the answer.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The sound of the wind is no longer howling, but like a multi-million-ton bomb bombing the earth. The turbulence of the entire atmosphere has finally been compressed to an area only a hundred meters above the ground. In this wind belt, the sound is heard several times per hour. Cyclones running at speeds of thousands of kilometers chased each other, collided, merged, and merged, rushing between the rugged steel wreckage. The earth was shaking, and even the cliff behind us made a tooth-gripping sound of metal friction - that It was the sound coming from the giant garbage pile on the metal station being moved as a whole under the influence of wind.

The outside of the cave is still pitch black. From the light beams of the spotlights, you can only see countless strange-shaped objects in the distance moving wildly driven by the hurricane. Occasionally, you can see bright flashes in the darkness, which are violent metal fragments. The light from the collision, or some remaining energy from the metal station lighting equipment, was blown off the cliff top.

The townspeople at the front of the cave immediately retreated in horror, and panicked whispers began to be heard from the crowd. Cries were heard from the place where the children gathered in the distance, and Shui Zhu next to us grabbed her sister. The adult's arm.

"Calm down! Don't panic!" Barnard's voice rang out. He walked to the brightest place so that everyone could see him, "The alloy cliff is very strong. As long as you don't get close to the entrance of the cave, you'll be fine! Wind can't flow directly into such an airtight space. Tieke, are those windproof barriers reliable?"

"The ones closest to the exit may have been blown away, but the ones inside are absolutely fine!"

"Okay, everyone, retreat to the innermost part of the cave, so that even if the wind blows in, we won't be swept away. Protect the children in the middle, and the adults outside. Try to stand against the wall as much as possible!"

The hurricane is getting stronger.