There are always two sides to a person. Unbeknownst to others, everyone would have their own little secrets. This trait is effective on both Gods and mortals. For example, the Rogue Goddess Icetis, who looks so valiant that she almost exceeds the standards of a masculine woman, was actually a chuunibyou girl in the past … She even gave herself a nickname, Zhen? Saint King Hunter Goddess? Black Emperor Wings and whatnot, and he even wrote it in his own Bible …
Right now, I felt that it was inconceivable that I was able to successfully steal this book. This might have something to do with the thickness of that female pervert's skin. Anyways, if this happened to me, I would rather die than expose this kind of dark history. If you look at it this way, perhaps the destructive power of this book on Icetis is not as high as I initially thought. Shameful attacks seem to have no effect on her …
Anyway, these are all minor issues, let's not bother too much about it. I put the huge bible filled with the dark history of Icetis's chuunibyou girl years into my personal space and stretched comfortably. It is currently the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. In this densely populated city, the pace of the season is always a little slow. I don't know when the scorching summer heat will completely subside. However, the scorching sun is indeed not as scorching as it was in the middle of summer. Under the shade of the tree, the wind blowing is quite comfortable. I raised my eyelids and looked at my sister's quiet smile. Her gaze fell down, as if she has no intention of moving away. It is said that if people are stared at continuously for a period of time, they will feel irritated. However, I have been looking at this loving gaze for more than 20 years. Now, I am used to it to the point that I can treat it as a natural sight …
At this moment, light footsteps came from the side, followed by another figure sitting on the ground next to me. Judging from the angle at which the sunlight was blocked, I know it is Pandora. Although Visca is the same height as her, but at this moment, Visca should be busy fighting for the TV with the dolls and changing the channels.
Without raising my head, I accurately found Pandora's head based on the angle in my memory. I lightly pressed on it to show affection, "Are you bored again?"
Pandora rubbed against my side, and her stomach beeped twice in response. I have now concluded the pattern. When Pandora's stomach beeped, it actually has a specific meaning. One long and one short means no, two short means yes, two long and one short means she wants to attack the White House. I do not know if this is the inherent procedure of Shiring Apostles like Pandora, but in any case, Visca does not have this habit. For the time being, I will consider this as a little program that Pandora made for her own amusement. Sooner or later, she will make me summarize a set of Morse code …
"Didn't we just finish a big battle?" After working hard for a long time, I finally got rid of my laziness and sat up from my elder sister's soft lap pillow. I looked at Pandora with a helpless expression. The little girl is still expressionless, but she blinks to show that she is not in a daze. She is wearing a vibrant short dress, but she looks stiff and stiff like a beautiful doll. Well, actually, it does not matter what she wears. Pandora never thinks about such things. She always wears whatever my sister and I give her.
Pandora's unfocused gray eyes swept over my body. I didn't know what this girl was thinking. In any case, whenever she was bored, she would come looking for me for half a day. It was as though this was one of her favorite pastimes.
"It is not a war." The 1.2-meter-tall girl held it in for a long time, and finally said, "We are recovering our troops, not a war. I am just bored, and I want to be with my brother. "
I instantly understood. Pandora has fallen into her own endless cycle: Fighting is interesting – Now that the war is over, we need to recover our troops – If we recover our troops, we can't fight – If we can't fight, then it is meaningless – but recovering our troops is to continue fighting … Speaking of which, this endless cycle can probably only trap Pandora, this little war maniac. Look at her sister's normal life, she is always together with a bunch of little girls. Visca has already learned to draw little green men on the living room ceiling with Little Bubble …
I got up with a smile and pinched Pandora's cheeks, making her soft little face look like a joke. "That's perfect, then I'll take you to see something you're interested in!"
Pandora looked at me with a puzzled expression. She got up and opened the teleportation gate to the shadow space. I waved at her and said, "Tawil sent a message at noon, announcing that she has made a major progress. Looking at the time, she should have finished the final assembly and debugging work. I will bring you to see something good!"
Pandora blinked, as if she had finally guessed something. She suddenly looked very happy — — En, I mean, her stomach made three short and three long sounds to express her happiness. Then, she happily followed me into the space gate.
Speaking of which, I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When other people's children are in a bad mood, you can bring them to the park to see the aquarium, buy toys, eat desserts, or visit the zoo. A well-behaved child only needs to spend five dollars to be coaxed for half a day. However, a child like Pandora can only be happy when she sees the spaceship cannons. This loli is well-behaved, but the cost of coaxing her is a little high. Fortunately, Pandora isn't Bao Si, and I am not King You of Zhou. Otherwise, this little girl who never smiles would only be able to laugh when she sees the fleet bombing Nebula M78. How can I bear it … Oh, the topic got sidetracked again.
Although the teleportation point was the shadow realm, it wasn't the City of Shadows. What I wanted to show Pandora wasn't suitable for a place like the City of Shadows where civil facilities were concentrated — — Yes, just as everyone had guessed, Tawil was researching unscrupulous weapons again.
After the halo of teleportation dissipated, a vast primitive plain appeared in front of us. The land was covered with light green plants that were completely different from those on Earth. The sky was as clear as if it had been washed. Behind the thin layer of clouds, we could faintly see straight lines of geometric structures. It was a large-scale spaceport floating in low-Earth orbit. They were so large that we could see the magnificent space facilities from the surface. In the distance, there was a ring of mountains shrouded in a dusky color. It was endless, encircling the entire plain.
Thus, this plain was actually the bottom of a giant crater. From a macroscopic perspective, it should be considered a basin. However, the scale of this crater was so large that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the bottom was a large plain. On the plain, we could see some sparsely scattered towers and magnificent alloy buildings in the distance. These man-made facilities indicated that the plain at the bottom of the crater was a place similar to a testing ground.
This place was located on the back of our home planet, Gaia. It was one of the conventional weapons testing grounds that we had set up in the capital world. Of course, an independent planet didn't have a front or a back. It should be distinguished by an eastern hemisphere and an western hemisphere. However, Gaia was a little special. As a custom-made fortress planet, it was divided according to its functions. The so-called back was the side that faced away from the City of Shadows. After a long period of remodeling and relocation, Sister Gaia moved all the heavy industry and military research facilities on this planet to the back, while the ecology, conventional research, and non-sensitive facilities were moved to the side that faced the City of Shadows. This super huge crater was a personal creation. There were countless sensors and effect generators buried under the surrounding mountains. The latter could form a designated testing environment within the range of the crater. The sparsely scattered towers and buildings on the crater plains were mostly weapons loading platforms or targets. As soon as she arrived at this place, Pandora's eyes slightly lit up. This place was much more attractive to her than the likes of television and amusement parks.
The air around us distorted slightly, and then Gaia's virtual image and Tawil's projection appeared at the same time. Gaia bowed to us in greeting, while Tawil proudly pointed at the tower closest to us. "Your Majesty, General, the small-scale disassembly generator has been successfully tested. Although it's still a little unstable, and its output is weaker than expected, it's now ready for the initial stage of installation. The prototype that is currently in the best working condition is installed on that tower. You can order it to be turned on and inspected at any time! "
"Disassembly generator." Pandora suddenly tugged on my sleeve. Her voice was still flat, but I could feel that she was jumping with joy. "Brother, is it King's Landing?"
I knew that Pandora had yearned for this powerful killing machine for a long time. To her, there were only two things worth pursuing in this world. The first was the power of cannons. The second was … the power of more cannons. And the mass-produced King's Landing undoubtedly fulfilled both of these requirements.
Our reconstruction of King's Landing … or rather, our attempt to imitate King's Landing only started after we obtained the wreckage of the original King's Landing. Before that, due to the lack of key technologies, even Tawil didn't know how to proceed with this project. Even though we had obtained the wreckage sample of King's Landing, Tawil's weapon development had been progressing at a snail's pace. The reason was simple. The sample that had fallen into our hands had been disassembled into thousands of parts by the violent Big Sister Hilla. We soon discovered that some of the parts had been destroyed beyond recognition.
Tawil had immersed himself in studying the wreckage of the starship for a long time. The difficulty was basically no less than restoring the Tibetan Plateau from a handful of yellow sand. However, Tawil was Tawil. She was worthy of being the Chief Scientist of the New Empire. Faced with unprecedented challenges, she still managed to solve all the technical difficulties that she could solve. In the end, she only encountered an absolute obstacle when it came to the core stabilization device. Disassembling the generator would also disassemble it. It was missing a key "fuse."
Research and development thus came to a standstill. But just two days ago, Tawil finally completed the assembly of the core. The breakthrough point was the tragic battle that ended a few days ago.
Thanks to Halland's psychopathic actions, thanks to him for trying to destroy our command center with the King's Landing formation at the last moment. Although that thing did indeed cripple the Imperial Army, we also successfully obtained more wreckage fragments of King's Landing, which happened to contain the key components in this regard.
Tawil's research was already in a state of readiness. It could be said that the prototype she made now only lacked a fuse. Now that the ready-made fuse was in hand, Tawil built a prototype in forty-eight hours. After using this thing to dismantle half of her laboratory, Tawil reported the good news to her superiors. This was the new weapon that she had brought Pandora to see today. It was a miniaturized information disassembly generator that could be installed on ordinary spaceships.
But obviously, Pandora wanted to get her hands on a bunch of real King's Landing battleships, even if it was only the first of the three axes — Genesis. In terms of artillery power, this 1.2-meter-tall dwarf was never afraid to ask for more.
"Unfortunately, it can only be said to be a small weapon that applies the principle of information disassembly," Tawil said apologetically, as if she felt that her research and development progress was still not satisfactory. "We have not solved the key technology to maintain the stability of the core for a long time after the disassembly effect occurs. A large-scale disassembly generator like the one on King's Landing is only a hypothesis at present. In theory, yes. "
"Oh," Pandora replied. She was a little disappointed, but soon she was happy again. At least she had a more powerful cannon. That was for sure.
Soon, we arrived at Tawil's weapon experiment platform.
The miniaturized disassembly generator was installed on a giant tower that was 1.5 kilometers tall. At the top of the tower was an oval aerial platform the size of a football field. Half of the platform was installed with the experimental weapon that I thought could be considered a huge object. The other half was the observation room for the researchers with control terminals and monitoring terminals. When we arrived at the observation room, we saw that Tawil's assistant and her other two mass projections were already busy here, doing the last few tests for the activation of the weapon.
My gaze pierced through the transparent energy shield of the observation room. I saw that the surface of the unassuming experimental machine was glowing with a faint blue light. Psionic energy pulsed in its grooves and crevices as though it was breathing. Since it was only a model for testing, Tawil's military team had yet to design a nice-looking outer shell and standardized components for this device. It looked like a slanted rectangular box with a silver-gray armor plate on the surface. The back half of the box was raised high, and a large number of thick and shimmering crystallized pipes extended out from a row of parallel wheel-shaped gaps, connecting to the various universal slots on the weapon platform. These universal slots were directly connected to the core energy furnace on Gaia's home planet, which could provide surging power for any scale of weapon experiment. Of course, it was limited to conventional weapons …
"As expected, it is still a coffin shell …" I sighed after looking at it for a long time. Tawil immediately pushed up her glasses and said, "Your Majesty, this is the most efficient and concise design. The experimental machine is here …"
"Don't say anymore. I understand." The corner of my mouth twitched as I quickly interrupted her. Tawil wasn't someone who was good at defending herself, but driven by her strange hobby of coffins, she still had the ability to use more than six hundred dialectical points of view to prove that a sliding coffin was brimming with scientific beauty. I had already experienced her passion in this aspect … As expected, a woman's thoughts were not something that we could easily sway.
A low hum came from the depths of the tower. All the systems had been connected. There were already three Tawil mass projections in the control room. One of them was reading the data on the main control panel, the second was accompanying us, and the third was in charge of giving orders. "The prototype has been charged. The stability of the mathematical rate core is maintained at a safe threshold. Deactivate the first to sixth safety valves. The experimental space has been replaced. The site has entered high-damage loading mode. The space has been expanded to 0.5 light years. Dimension repair system on standby. "
A series of orders that I either understood or did not understand were quickly carried out. The scenery in the crater instantly changed drastically. The original blue sky, green grass, and the distant mountains had all disappeared, replaced by a chaotic and dark space. Only the giant tower that we were in floated alone in the dark space. This was the real weapon testing ground. A space of nothingness that was strong enough to withstand a beating was more suitable than any shooting range. Those who knew the Empire's style of weapons would definitely know that it was impossible to really test things like disassembly generators on the surface. If they accidentally swept a hole in the mother planet, I reckon that Sis Gaia would probably fight Tawil to the death …
"Release the targets." The mass projection No. 1 ordered. Then, a large pile of … solid 'targets' was sent into the experimental space.
The so-called targets were a group of spherical objects with a radius of a few kilometers. They were made purely from the battleship's rechargeable armor. The surface of these alloy balls was covered with a layer of high-strength shield that was so dense that it was almost dripping water. I even had sufficient reason to suspect that the alloy balls that were used as targets had nothing inside but a large pile of shield generators. As soon as I saw the target, I was shocked. How sturdy!
"The weapons department and the defense equipment research and development department are always thinking of ways to torment each other," Tawil said calmly. "The personnel of the two departments often take each other's new things and throw them directly into the experimental field. Today is a weapon test, so those spheres are the targets. In two days, we will test the shields. Who knows, the new artillery developed by someone will become a test tool. In theory, that is the case. "
I nodded to show that I understood. Indeed, only such a competitive environment could create the excellent practical quality of Schilling Military. Examples of progress stemming from competition could be seen everywhere. When I was a child, the reason why I was second in the whole grade in sprinting was because the old man who looked after the fruit garden had a wolfdog. The kid who was first in the whole grade was because the fruit garden belonged to his family. He wanted to cooperate with his wolfdog to catch me …
Alright, I had indeed gone off topic. I just wanted to say that I was reminiscing about my carefree childhood. At the very least, I didn't have to worry about a superweapon that could easily slaughter all life on an entire planet like I was now, constantly thinking about when it would become even stronger.
At this time, Tawil No. 3 gave the order to activate the weapons and cut off my wandering thoughts. "Countdown. Prepare to release the suppression lock."
The laboratory mainframe's flat voice sounded. "Suppression lock about to be released: ten, nine …"
When the countdown reached the end, the disassembly effect generator was activated. The front of the sliding coffin seemed to ripple with a layer of greyish-white ripples. Then, it released a dark light that instantly swept across all the targets.
The first target showed no signs of resistance. The part of it that came into contact with the light suddenly disappeared into thin air. The cut was neat, and even the shield was cut in half in an instant. Before the broken shield caused an explosion, the target was like an image that had been erased in half!
This was disassembly based on information: as long as it existed in the world, it could be erased clean!
The second target obviously had a stronger shield. Psionic energy had a certain degree of resistance to this kind of super dimensional attack. This strengthened target lasted for a while under the erasure of the greyish-white light, but in the end, it still couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed.
The third target was equipped with a phase reversal system. The moment the attack came, it switched itself to another space. However, the effect of this defense seemed to be limited. After the phase reversal ended, the target was still in tatters. It wasn't completely destroyed, but a third of its surface had disappeared.
Only one target equipped with a second gap device was spared. It was our only real "invulnerable shield". This time, it still stood the test.
The result of the test was very satisfactory. The two long and one short beeping sounds from Pandora's stomach proved that the little lass was extremely happy right now!
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