Tarver was able to analyze the information of our homeworld from the fragments of the world that collided with us. From this, he was able to confirm that our course was correct. This was actually great news. Because even now, our coordinates of our homeworld could only be described as' suspected to be correct '. There was no way we could be certain that it was accurate.
The initial coordinates of the homeworld were left by a Protoss sentinel in the ancient times (for the Eternal Protoss, it was considered the ancient times). Since then, with the passage of time, even the universe, which had a lifespan of hundreds of billions of years, would rise and fall countless times. Although the homeworld did not perish, it would also change its position in the process of the void changes. The Protoss had derived a series of "suspected coordinates" based on the law of the void changes.
Obviously, the above process was full of uncertainty, and there were too many variables in any step. Even though the Protoss had studied for months to select the coordinates, we still could not be sure that our homeworld was in the position indicated by these coordinates.
Although Sandora and I were unwilling to admit it, the fleet's voyage was indeed a test of luck. It was just that the situation was dire, and we did not have much time left for the Void Cataclysm, so we had to go out and take a look even if we had to. Now that Tawil had analyzed the signal of our homeworld from the world fragment, everyone was relieved. Whether our homeworld was still there or not, at least we could be sure that the course we had determined through elimination was not a problem.
"Can you determine the specific location of our homeworld?" I asked a little greedily, but Tarver wasn't omnipotent. Faced with this question, she could only shake her head apologetically. "I can't be sure. There's very little information, and it's extremely vague. It should be a trace left behind by a leak. But we only have three suspected coordinates in hand. If we eliminate them one by one, we should be able to find them soon, at least in theory. "
I nodded and stopped being greedy. In fact, it was not easy to determine the location of our homeworld so easily, because under normal circumstances, a universe would not contain any information of another universe. Even if there was an occasional 'transmigration', it would be corrected by the world itself: either the transmigrator would be obliterated, or a series of complex transmigration would completely change into a local account. This depended on the version of the world management system, and according to Icetis, several official versions of the Pantheon's world management system supported automatic transmigration.
In summary, it was quite rare to detect information of another universe in a world fragment, but our homeworld was special. Although we did not know the reason, our homeworld seemed to be constantly leaking material or exchanging information with other universes on a large scale. Perhaps there was something wrong with its world barrier. Anyway, as long as it was near or had a connection with our homeworld, it would be tainted with the 'homeworld breath'.
It was a little strange, but I have to say that it was a good phenomenon. The reason we could now deduce the coordinates of our homeworld was actually because of this breath.
This time, the grand collision in the Void had ended. There were only a few dazzling ribbons of light left in the Order Field that were slowly dissipating. That world fragment had struggled at death's door for so long, but it had finally reached its end. Colliding with the Order Field would cause its final stability to be broken, and what followed would be a swift and painless assimilation of the Void. Now, the light we saw in the Order Field was the final image of that fragment before it completely evaporated. The little raven had also finished her work. She appeared in the Order Field with a trail of flame trailing behind her. Then, she used her signature Happy 59 landing method to land on the arm of the Empire Admiral. In other words, she stuck her beak on the armor plate. Instant! Instant! Hover! Landing! Solo kill.
It was obvious that she had learned this landing method from a certain dumb Dragon God who always landed with his beak. Still, the little raven would not actually have a problem landing like that dumb dragon, and the reason she used her beak to land was simply that it was faster. After all, she was carrying a full body of heavy equipment, and would have to slow down for half a day if she landed normally, so she might as well just crash into it. Since the Crow God's body was sturdier than a spaceship, she was not afraid of breaking her beak. Since this novel beak landing method was now used by more than one person, Shallow Shallow also used the advantage of her larger imagination to name this landing method 59. I felt that the number was meaningless, but Shallow Shallow's reason was that the number could be changed at will, and no matter how many new positions the little raven invented in the future, we could call it 59 … I felt that it would be too weird to continue this topic, so I stopped here.
Abyss Schilling personally drove the ship to pull the little raven off the armor belt, and then handed the equipment on the silly bird to the specialist team for analysis. From there, we could roughly determine the 'direction' of the world fragment. However, this' direction 'could not directly determine the location of our homeworld, and could only be used as a reference for us to adjust the parameters of the void engine. Yup, it was better than nothing.
After that, it was a full speed voyage that lasted for several days.
We were now completely certain that the fleet had entered the range of the 'destructive tide', and that the tide was still surging. The nearby void was still there, but all signs indicated that it was becoming more and more unfriendly, and a certain 'atmosphere' was gradually becoming unfamiliar. The fleet began to encounter a large area of space debris, and it was not just one or two like in the beginning, but a large area could be easily scanned by the void radar. It was as if we were sailing on a Shuraba filled with floating corpses. The torn universe was struggling at death's door outside the fleet's order field, countless world fragments rapidly evaporated within the range of the radar, and violent tides of information came from every direction. It was the unconscious spasm after the destruction of the world, and it was lamentable, but more troublesome: the information shockwaves from the evaporation of the world fragments were continuous, and almost affected the ship's navigation system. They became a cloud of fog in the void, and the scenery within the fog became blurred.
Fortunately, Tawil had anticipated such a situation before we departed, and she had installed a large number of plug-ins on every ship. Some of these plug-ins were specifically used to improve the strength and accuracy of the radar, and there was a powerful filtering and interference system against the evaporation of the world fragments. While these settings could not completely negate the surrounding interference, it could at least maintain the navigation system in a working state, and unhindered navigation was more important than anything else. And to be honest, the fleet did not need to scan a large area here. We only had three targets, which were the last three 'suspected coordinates' that needed to be checked, and the homeworld was definitely one of them. The fleet only needed to input the coordinates into the navigation system, and then charge straight, and it did not matter what they bumped into along the way.
But our luck was not bad, and the huge collision when we first entered the destructive tide did not happen again (of course, the collision that day was also because Sandora ordered us not to dodge, and we could have avoided it). The density of the world fragments was only relative, and there was still a safe path for the fleet to pass through in the vast void. We advanced cautiously and swiftly in this unfamiliar environment, sighing and mourning for the universe fragments we encountered around us, while hoping that the homeworld would appear sooner, and it would be best if it was the first coordinate.
But there were not only fragments along the way, we also encountered some undestroyed universes. Just as the expedition team reported, the destructive tide only increased the number of apocalypses, but it did not really destroy everything like the Cataclysm. Although the mechanism of its effect was not clear, some universes had survived, and they were particularly eye-catching in the void filled with debris, and there was no telling when they would become the next sacrifice. Our radar had once detected a rather large information tide, and then the next day, we encountered a large piece of 'fresh debris' floating in the direction of the information tide, and there was no doubt that it was an apocalypse — it was solid proof that the destructive tide was still in motion.
We could not delay our journey, but we also could not sit idly by. After all, according to the logic of the Shiring Apostles, as long as one belonged to the Order faction, they were considered comrades-in-arms or potential comrades-in-arms (hmm, in the old Empire era, they were cannon fodder and potential cannon fodder), which was why when the fleet discovered a surviving and civilized world, they would send some teams over. These teams were prepared in advance, and they brought along the sovereign broadcast towers (one of the core components of the sovereign hub) produced during the voyage, and their mission was to set up these broadcast towers in the surviving universes along the way. The sovereign broadcast towers would constantly release signals to the entire world, declaring that the place was already the territory of the Empire, and the sovereign broadcast towers would also connect to the outposts we set up along the way, and through layers of connections, they would connect all the way to the main data network of the Empire, truly connecting these barren universes and the Empire as a whole.
Of course, this kind of broadcast wasn't just a meaningless formality. The broadcast towers used a special frequency of psionic energy to work, and using the principle that psionic energy was on the same level as a world on the Void Stairway, it could change the basic data of a world, turning it into a true 'spare part' of the Empire, and thus bring it under the protection of the Void Creatures. The group of experts had already confirmed that as long as the Void Creatures were attached to the main data network, every node of the network would be immune to all kinds of Void disasters, no matter how remote the node was, or how weak the connection was.
This could be considered as taking advantage of a loophole in the Void. After knowing Jingle and a bunch of unreliable Protoss for a long time, I realized that I was becoming more and more like them, and I was becoming more and more adept at taking advantage of my own loopholes …
Counting from the time the fleet left the Empire, we finally reached the first coordinate on the fifteenth day of the voyage.
Theoretically, this could be the location of our homeworld, but regrettably, there was only a messy wreckage here, a dying universe that had already entered its twilight. The tide of information around us was very strong, and it was obvious that a few large worlds had collapsed not long ago, and the convulsions of their destruction were still washing over this part of the Void.
Tawil had sent a group of experts to examine every piece of wreckage and the dying universe, and in the end, he reported to us with a relieved expression, "This is not our homeworld, this coordinate can be eliminated."
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief: when we arrived at the first coordinate and saw the wreckage of the universe everywhere, everyone's hearts were in their mouths. Even the simple-minded Icetis and Shallow Shallow were nervous for a long time, and fortunately, we didn't run into any bad news.
"But it's not a good idea to hang around like this all day long." Bindis sat on the chair and swayed back and forth in boredom. "I'm depressed. I hate this kind of worrying thing the most. Can't I just kill myself?"
Abyss Schilling floated around the officer's platform like a ghost. Her life form was unique, and her main body could not leave the Abyss, so all we saw was an interactive interface, and it was obvious that her main focus was not on this. Shallow Shallow went up to Abyss Schilling and poked his face for a long time before the latter reacted as if he was sleepwalking. "Huh?! Is something the matter? "
Shallow Shallow continued to poke his face. "Nothing, just poking you to relieve your boredom."
Abyss Schilling thought for a moment, and nodded. "Oh, go ahead."
I felt that this half a month of monotonous sailing was really harmful. Look at them, the holes in their brains were expanding at the same time!
The excitement and the sense of mission that we had when we first set off had gradually calmed down, and after half a month of sailing in this desolate and dying White Void, all that was left in everyone's heart was silence, a little anticipation, and a little unease. The number of world fragments on the journey had increased, and people had finally become numb, but Tawil and her researchers still maintained high morale. They were not tired of the universe wreckage that was everywhere, and there were endless secrets to be unearthed. For the researchers, there were all new phenomena and data worth referring to. The others, on the other hand, had slowly taken this kind of sailing as a daily routine, doing their own things as if they were at home. The initial excitement and boredom had passed, and all that was left was to wait quietly. My sister had been busy teaching Little Raven how to write, Lin Xue held a crystal ball and went to the streets of the ship to do divination, and Icetis led the five Protoss Cops to the edge of the Order Field every few days, and occasionally took a stroll in the world fragments they passed by, as if they were exploring an isolated island in the sea, but she claimed that she was collecting data to improve the World Management Terminal. The most talkative one was Shallow Shallow. She had been busy knitting a scarf for me, saying that she had found the feeling of being a lady and a good housewife. So far, the scarf she had knitted was enough to tie me by my ankles and hang me down the Niagara Falls … Her efficiency was terrifying, and I had every reason to believe that the girl had used time acceleration in strange ways, and I was sure that she did not know how to finish the needle …
The Shiring Apostles and Protoss were creatures that could endure loneliness, and our family was even more simple-minded. The biggest advantage of the long-lived species was finally revealed: once the boredom reached a certain point, we would quickly organize a new routine.
But there would always be an end to a boring voyage. Ten days later (it had been twenty-five days since we left the Empire District), we arrived at the second coordinate, and this time, a clear signal appeared on the radar.
A sharp sound of a system notification rang out in every battleship, followed by a broadcast that reverberated in every corner of the entire fleet. It was early in the morning, and my family members had yet to wake up from their daily routine on Earth. But when the broadcast rang out, everyone rushed out of their cabins as fast as they could. I was still in a daze amidst all the noise, but the repeated broadcast confirmed that I wasn't dreaming. "Large-scale information source detected. Mode determined to be the original universe. Confirmed to be our homeworld. Large-scale information source detected. Mode determined to be the original universe, confirmed to be our homeworld … "
I came out of my living cabin and stood at the edge of the ecological zone, looking at the scenery in the distance. I listened to the broadcast repeat over and over again with a surprised expression on my face. The simulated dome above my head gradually brightened, and the city below the dome became lively at a speed visible to the naked eye. A large number of Imperial Army personnel began to move in groups. According to the predetermined procedure, they would enter their posts and prepare for the next landing. High-speed aircrafts streaked across the sky, and these were the experts heading to the engineering fleet.
The entire city woke up at dawn, and we also found our homeworld at dawn. Whether it made sense or not, I felt that this was a good sign.
Just as I was overwhelmed with emotions, a beautiful but shocking cheer suddenly came from the side. "Awooooo! We finally found it!"
I turned my head and saw Bryndis excitedly shouting towards the center of the city. Behind her were the Protoss cops who were ready to cheer but didn't dare to make a sound due to Big Sister's pressure. There was also a small voice mixed in with Bryndis' cheers, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It was Jingle. She wasn't afraid of intimidation. She jumped and jumped on Icetis's head excitedly, but it was a pity that she didn't make much of a presence.
I felt that the excitement in my heart was instantly destroyed by these people. "Why do you look even more excited than the Shiring Apostles?"
Icetis swung her head (along with Jingle) and said sternly, "Nonsense. The Shiring Apostles are all so secretive. They don't even know how to cheer and celebrate when something big happens. I will cheer for them."
I was speechless.
Who cares, this is also a good sign!
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