After saying this, Xu Le closed his eyes again.
Lee Jae-do looked at the hologram and saw Xu Le trembling violently. His own body could not help but tremble slightly as well. He could not imagine or accept the fact that a human could directly control a warship. He clenched his right fist and shouted with a gloomy expression.
"What are you waiting for? Open the door and kill him! "
At this time, Xu Le had once again entered the world full of lines and dots of light. His consciousness and zhenqi were sometimes close to each other, and sometimes they were separated by heaven and earth. Wandering around the abstract three-dimensional warship, he could feel more and more clearly that his connection with the warship was getting closer and closer.
His hand holding the data cable tightly, his consciousness was transmitted along with the data fragments on the line. He could not see where his consciousness was, but he knew where it was. This was a very strange feeling. He felt that he was this huge warship, and this warship … was himself.
Between the lines and dots, between light and darkness in that world, Xu Le suddenly remembered that many years ago at Ewha University, he had once listened to Professor Zhou's class on the structure of warships.
That was when he was at his most youthful and delicate age. He had first fallen in love with the owner of the bag of dog biscuits. Then, because of the inexplicable shattering of his first love, he felt uneasy. But even in this state of mind, he still firmly remembered the content of that class.
The Federation's warship and any complex mechanical system were composed of three major systems: the control system, the structure system, and the power system. Humans were also composed of these three major systems.
The brain and nerve bundles were the control system, the bones, muscles, internal organs, hair, blood, and skin were the structure, and the natural things in the body became fat, blood sugar, and oxygen were the power.
In that class, Professor Zhou had said that a mecha was a small warship. Xu Le had silently thought that a human could be seen as a small mecha. Then, if he converted this formula, would a human be a small warship?
Uncle said that humans were the first order of machines. Could this be what he meant?
With the help of the Federal Central Computer, his consciousness was able to travel between the two worlds and directly enter the world full of electron streams and data fragments. Was it because the world of humans and the world of machines were not fundamentally different?
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What seemed like a long time of contemplation was actually just a thought in Xu Le's mind. The biggest problem he was facing now was not a reflection of reality that only third-rate philosophers would be immersed in and might never be able to surface, but a real danger.
He had to end this seemingly silent but extremely dangerous battle before his exhausted body collapsed and the internal injuries caused by the forced squeezing of his True Qi broke out.
He believed that after confirming that he had completely destroyed the information transmission system, even someone as reserved and cautious as Lee Jae-do would not wait any longer. At this time, there must be countless soldiers rushing over.
They had to control this huge Scorching-Sun Battleship in the shortest time possible so that the battleship could turn around and return to the Federation, and return to the Glory Of The Charter as soon as possible.
However, it was an extremely difficult task to accomplish. The difference in quantity was magnified exponentially. The difference between capturing and controlling a Mecha and controlling a battleship was like the difference between pushing the rock in the mine pit in Donglin and pushing the snowy peak by Feicheng Lake.
Even the pulse signal of the central computer of the federation was not strong enough to control a huge warship, not to mention that he was only one person after all. He had about the same weight, height, muscles, and blood. How much energy could he have if he burned all the bits and pieces of his body into energy?
He held the data cable tightly with both of his hands and infused the bloodstained zhenqi that seemed to have been squeezed out from his bones; but he still couldn't gain full control of the battleship. His body was on the verge of collapsing at the moment, and he would probably die if he continued to control the battleship.
In the end, he was still faced with the same multiple-choice question that he had repeated for almost thirty years.
How should he choose between life and death on that dark rainy night when he was a child?
How should he choose between that Mecha and the rainstorm of bullets in the underground parking lot of the Linhai State Gymnasium? How should he choose between the threat of the Federal Academy of Science and the wisdom left by Professor Shen in the Husk Institute?
How should he choose between Li Wei, who was kidnapped as a hostage, and Macklin, who was about to escape? How should he choose between the desperate situation and the mission of activating the Charter Network on the peak of planet 3320?
How should he choose between the dangerous and unknown Left Sky Galaxy and the fleet that attacked the Ancient Bell? How should he choose between the pursuit of the entire Federation and the stubbornness of the wild grass in the underground water channel?
For many people, these were extremely difficult multiple-choice questions.
But Xu Le didn't even need to spend time thinking when facing these questions. Every time he found that he couldn't control other people or his world, he would destroy them in the most violent way.
Many years later, the choices he made back then might not be absolutely correct, and there might be a better way to deal with them. However, Xu Le had no choice at the time; it was because he believed that those were things that couldn't be chosen in the first place.
If he had chosen the more complicated and longer path, he would have been another Xu Le, rather than this stone Xu Le in the East Forest.
From the beginning until now, he had never changed when he was the fugitive of the Federation and the crown prince of the empire. As such, when he found that he couldn't control this battleship loaded with thousands of nuclear bombs, he chuckled and didn't care that his trembling feet were on the brink of death. He made a simple and even hasty decision: If he had to close his eyes forever, he would turn this battleship into a cold steel grave.
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In the dark world, the lights of various colors intertwined and formed innumerable light specks. Xu Le looked at the area that was obviously brighter than the surroundings and ascertained that it was the core of the Scorching-Sun Battleship, where the temperature was highest.
Next to the core of the core was the complicated control chip structure, which was much more secure and powerful than the defense of the information transmission system. To destroy these chips required a stronger zhenqi and willpower.
Jing Jiu held the thick data cable in his hand tightly, his body trembling violently, as if every cell in his body was burning and sacrificing their energy. His skin grew hotter and hotter, and the sweat dripping down his face evaporated instantly, forming a white column hanging over his head.
As the scorching force like the lava was injected into the battleship, the data cable in his hand started twisting and bouncing in an eerie manner. Creaking sounds could be heard in the control panel.
Whoosh!!! Sparks of electricity crackled in every direction, illuminating his pale face. Fresh blood seeped out from his ears and nostrils between his tightly closed eyelids and tightly pursed thin lips.
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It was then that a familiar smell appeared in the two worlds with completely different rules. The smell reminded Jing Jiu of his first dream of life and a conversation he had with his friend.
When he was young, Jing Jiu had always wanted to be the assistant mechanic of that purple-haired girl captain. One day, he had lamented to himself that he was a guy who didn't know how to build but only how to destroy, to Old Bai, to Tai Zhiyuan, or to the deceased Mr. Shi.
He was now a talented mechanic. Standing in a remote room on the battleship of the Federation, he could enter the system of the battleship by holding two data cables. But he was surprised to find that what he was best at was not repair but destruction.
The electric sparks flew in all directions, illuminating his pale face and the fresh blood seeping out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils between his eyelids. The yellow light mixed with the red blood, as if his face was plated with a layer of gold.
His trembling body could no longer squeeze out a single drop of sweat, and the capillaries under his skin showed signs of rupturing. Apart from the smell of blood that pervaded his body, he finally smelled a familiar scent. It was the scent of death.
Xu Le had experienced too many life-and-death situations in the past thirty years, so he was familiar with the smell. As such, he didn't feel scared, and he didn't feel the sense of tragedy like many heroes sacrificing themselves in the dark. All he felt was contempt and disdain, as he thought to himself,
This young master won't die of course. This young master will never die.
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The group of crystal engines in the isolated area at the rear of the Scorching-Sun Battleship had a sudden change. Boom!!! The huge battleship shook violently, as if it had been hit by a huge meteorite. Many soldiers who couldn't stand still fell to the ground heavily, bleeding from their heads.
The group of engines of the battleship didn't explode, and none of the engines stopped working. The feedback made the soldiers in the control hall feel a bit relieved; but soon they found that they had been relieved too early.
The data screen in the control hall turned blue one after another. No matter how hard the operators tried, they couldn't send any instructions to the group of engines to do anything effective.
The most important part of the battleship was the engine. Without the energy provided by the engine, the battleship would become an iron coffin drifting in the vast universe, no matter how large it was.
Though the engine was still providing energy, it meant that the battleship couldn't adjust its course if it couldn't be operated. It could only fly on the current course like a rock until it collided with a planet and exploded or disappeared at the end of the universe.
Some soldiers in the control hall couldn't withstand such a heavy mental blow after witnessing such a series of bizarre changes. They fell to the ground weakly, unable to get up again.
The whole Scorching-Sun Battleship was in a state of chaos before the end of the world.
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"Xu Le, what have you done to this battleship?"
Lee Jae-do murmured this in a deep voice while staring at the room full of electric sparks on the screen and the face full of bloodstains and closed eyes amid the electric sparks.
Xu Le opened his eyes slowly; it seemed that he had heard this question. His exceedingly bright eyes returned to normal, and his shrunken pupils returned to normal. Besides his exceedingly pale face and a few frightening bloodstains, nothing else could be found on him.
He loosened his trembling hands, and the two data cables dropped by his feet with a "pah" sound. He lifted his head and looked at the probe in the corner of the room with narrowed eyes. "Since you insist that the direction you choose is always correct, I'll make sure that this battleship can't change its direction," he replied in a hoarse and deep voice.
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