I looked at Visca in astonishment, surprised that he would suddenly take the initiative to suggest something. However, he only blinked at me with a confused expression. "I don't know why either. I just feel that it might be useful."
"Alright, Seves, do as I say."
"Yes, Sir," Seves replied. Three seconds later, he began to report the information he had retrieved. "Sir, a total of 12,488 celestial systems have been retrieved that match 70%. Among them, there are 4,200 stellar systems … Adjusting coordinates … Setting the observation datum plane as the Earth's ecliptic plane. There are a total of 131 celestial systems that match the requirements. Adjusting brightness and synchronizing observations. Setting the celestial observable level to the highest level of human technology … There is no corresponding information. Sir, at the current level of human space observation, these constellations are not visible or identifiable."
Although I treated most of his words as if they were heavenly texts, at least the last sentence was within the range of my intelligence. In other words, using the Earth's ecliptic plane as the standard, these constellations did indeed exist in the universe, but human technology was still unable to observe them?
"Relax the conditions. Setting the observation level to Schilling Technology."
"Yes, Sir … Setting the observation level to Schilling Technology. There are a total of 127 celestial systems that can be observed. Currently filtering out the closest forms. Results obtained are 11. Sir, do you want me to share this information with you?"
"Of course," I replied.
Then, I felt a large amount of knowledge suddenly appearing in my mind. It was all information about the 11 constellations, including their locations, member stars, brightness levels, formation times, and so on.
All in all, she had used a bunch of technical terms that I didn't understand and described a bunch of professional knowledge that I didn't know in an attempt to make me understand some strange things that I couldn't possibly understand at all …
To be honest, I was already beginning to regret asking Seves to share the information with me. Wasn't this just making things difficult for myself? What if she asked me if I had any instructions after reading the information? This beautiful sister who seemed to be conscientious and conscientious had done this many times. She couldn't possibly admit that she was not ashamed of the fact that I had carefully deliberated, painstakingly read the information over and over again, only to end up confused, right?
Why do I say again?
Fortunately, Visca had already moved before I could give the next instruction. She lowered her head slightly and walked around the edge of the hexagram. She seemed to be in deep thought as she walked, as though she was comparing the eleven constellations on the hexagram with the information in her head. After walking around the hexagram twice, she suddenly stopped and bent down, pressing her right hand on a constellation that looked like a trident.
"Naesaick … Kaisosci …"
It was still the same weird pronunciation that no one could understand. Weska was like a little wizard as she muttered to herself while pressing her hand on the golden constellation pattern. Her mouth was mumbling strange words that had absolutely nothing to do with science. I even began to suspect that this girl was planning to betray the scientific camp and throw herself into the embrace of the occult. Speaking of which, did the Xi Ling Apostles have the innate gift of cleansing?
In any case, that idiot Alaya didn't even know how to fly a single fighter jet. It seemed that Schilling's gift wasn't the main point.
However, I wasn't too surprised that Visca knew such strange things. Due to that bastard's teasing of fate, this pitiful little sister of his had experienced things that were more complicated and bizarre than any of us. She had even lived in the Chaos Faction for tens of thousands of years. Even though Visca didn't speak in detail about that period of time, I wouldn't be surprised if she had obtained some strange knowledge during that time.
Visca was still muttering something in a low voice. At the start, nothing changed, but as Visca's chanting speed increased, I noticed that the constellation pattern on the hexagram was gradually getting brighter!
However, just as I thought that a colorful circle of light with the words "XX Teleportation Gate" or a white-bearded old man who was willing to give me tens of thousands of years of power would appear in front of me, the entire hexagram pattern suddenly extinguished. Even the few silver lights that were swimming on it at the start disappeared.
"What happened?"
I asked in astonishment.
Visca pursed his lips and said rather unwillingly, "This teleportation device is a one-time use, and after it is used, even the destination coordinates stored in it are deleted."
In other words, that Artemis has completely disappeared from our radar?
Sandora looked at the already dimmed hexagram and asked curiously, "Visca, did you just use magic?"
"No," Weska shook his head slowly, his red cat eyes carrying a sense of bewilderment that wasn't any weaker than mine. "I don't know what it is, and I don't know when I grasped this ability … It's like they've existed in my memory since a long time ago. The Pandora series shouldn't have such an ability … Hmm, I can't remember …"
As Visca spoke, his little eyebrows furrowed tightly, showing a look of trying hard to remember, but it was obvious that this memory was not the same as the biceps. It was not something that could be raised just by exerting force. Speaking of which, even if Visca exerted force, it might not necessarily have the biceps to raise, right? In fact, whether or not the Shiring Apostles had such power tissues as muscles in their bodies was already a very mysterious proposition, right?
Sure enough, I digressed.
"Don't think about it if you can't remember."
Seeing that Visca was thinking hard but to no avail, so anxious that she looked like she was about to cry, I quickly patted her little head to stop her from tormenting her originally unstable thinking circuit. Due to her previous mental state of madness, this girl's memory has always been very chaotic. I reckon that she should be the only Shiring Apostles in history who would forget things.
"Brother, I'm sorry."
Visca pursed his lips and apologized with a wronged expression. Was there a need to apologize?
"Sandora, will this kind of one-time teleportation device really leave no traces after being used?"
Of course, I did not want this operation to end so anticlimactic. It was not easy to uproot the entire Olympus, but at the last moment, the most suspicious person had escaped. I reckon that such a glorious history would be enough for a bad prophet to talk about for the next ten or twenty years. So this must not happen!!!
But unfortunately, even the knowledgeable Empress Sandora could only shake her head at this moment. "This disk obviously has an automatic reset function. If even the coordinate information inside has been erased, then there is nothing we can do. According to the analysis of the residual energy that Visca had just stimulated, Artemis could now be hiding in any corner of the earth … Wait, I remember something."
Then, she curled her index finger and placed it under her chin. It was a gesture she often made when she was thinking. "Do you remember what Zeus said? '… Only one person can enter the divine realm …'" She then said, "Do you remember what Zeus said? Only one person can enter the divine realm …"
"The divine realm?" I repeated doubtfully, and then it dawned on me. "You mean, the destination of this teleportation device is likely to be the divine realm that Olympus mentioned? Their so-called unveiling of the final secret of the Great Temple means that they finally found the way to activate this teleportation device? "
"No, it shouldn't be like that." Sandora shook her head and leaned over to touch the six-pointed star pattern on the ground. "According to the analysis of the radioactive material, this thing should have been created less than a year ago, and this entire hall is obviously something that humans created. No one would not understand what they created, right?"
At this point, Sandora looked up. "That is to say, their so-called unveiling of the secret of the Great Temple is not about finding the way to activate the teleportation device, because they have already made such devices themselves. What they found should be the coordinates of the so-called divine realm, or in other words, the password to open the 'divine realm' or something like that. After all, it is most likely some Schilling ruins … Well, it could even be a Schilling city left on Earth in ancient times …"
"If that Artemis really obtained a Schilling city …"
"It's almost as dangerous as Hitler being a transmigrator."
"… That's really bad …"
"Let me think." Sandora propped her chin with her index finger, a serious expression on her face. Beside me, the bored Pandora beeped again … This kind of work that requires complex brain activity is really not fated for this little fool who only knows how to fight?
But just as Sandora was a little unsure of what to do, Visca suddenly broke the silence. "I think … I know the rules of this teleportation device."
Noticing our probing gazes, Visca immediately waved his hand. "I'm not too sure, but I vaguely remember something similar to this teleportation device, and Olympus should be an imitation of it … Hmm, Sives, can you reverse time? I want a constellation map of the Earth's ecliptic plane from 770,000 years ago. "
"Got it." Sives answered from the base, and in less than three minutes, the constellation map Visca wanted was deduced. It contained detailed data of all celestial bodies that could be observed on the ecliptic plane of Earth, even including the movement of each star system over the next few hundred thousand years. To be able to complete such data in such a short time, it would have taken all human scientists centuries of hard work to deduce. Needless to say, the Bubble was being pulled up again.
Visca crouched on the ground, pressed his hand on the surface of the trident shaped constellation again, and muttered in a low voice, of course, in short syllables that no one could understand.
This time, the constellation map on the hexagram did not light up again. According to Visca's explanation, this was a one-time teleportation device that could not be recharged. As its energy was exhausted, it could no longer be activated, and now Visca only wanted to use its own structure to perform some kind of reverse deduction. According to her explanation, this was because the structure of this teleportation device was very strange. All its functional modules were determined by the constellation patterns, and its operating principle was somewhere between mysticism and spatial technology. By changing the position and form of the constellation, the teleportation device could be activated or modified, and if there were any clues left behind in the coordinates of Artemis' destination, it could only be calculated from the constellation patterns.
As Visca muttered, I was surprised to see that the golden constellation patterns that seemed fixed on the ground were actually moving slowly, their shape changing in a certain pattern, gradually becoming unrecognizable, and when Visca took his hand away, the constellation was no longer recognizable.
"This is what the eleven constellations used to represent the sky looked like 700,000 years ago," Visca explained. "With the power of the constellation, it can play the role of communication with mysticism, and by creating the pattern of the sky on the ground, it can allow distant stars and Earth to form a connection, so that Earth, which was originally outside the circle, becomes a part of these constellations. This is the principle of this teleportation device."
… Are you really not a spy sent by the power of magic in the Academy City?
Crap, have you already made some kind of messy association?
But even though I did not know anything about the mysticism that Visca was talking about, I still nodded. "And then?"
I felt that Visca's words were not just to make me feel inferior in terms of knowledge, right?
"And then, there is an error," Visca blinked and pointed confusedly at the constellation patterns that were still moving slowly on the ground. "Now, what is presented here is what we would see if we were to look at the sky from our current position — of course, it is the sky of 700,000 years ago, which is also the time when the ancient Mother Nest was first established. It is impossible for Olympus to research this mysterious device on their own, and it is even more impossible for them to master the trick of modifying the astrolabe, so if they want to use this teleportation device, they can only copy this ancient sky exactly as it is now. In other words, when Artemis activated the teleportation device, the astrolabe should have shown this pattern now, but there is an error … The pattern that appears on the astrolabe has a very small error with the constellation observed on Earth 770,000 years ago."
I nodded calmly and said to Sandora, "What does she mean by that?"
Sandora rolled her eyes at me, as though she was already used to my reaction. She then followed along with Visca's train of thought and said, "How big is the error?"
"If all interference conditions are eliminated, the error is within one in 2.2 billion."
I almost choked to death on the spot.
One in 2.2 billion error? To me, that meant there was no error. Back in the days when I answered the questions in the math exam, the error value was around one in half …
Seeing my reaction, Visca explained, "Using the position of the planet to carry out teleportation requires a high degree of accuracy, and the principle of this astrolabe is to use the power of the constellation itself to draw, so in theory, there should be no error."
"Should we go back and ask that depressed uncle called Zeus?"
I couldn't do anything about this kind of high-tech and mysterious problem. After thinking about it, maybe that future philosopher called Zeus knew something.
However, Sandora could only shake her head at my suggestion, "That guy shouldn't be lying. Since he said that only Artemis knows the specific method to enter the 'God Realm', then it's probably useless to find him. Artemis is obviously the real manipulator of everything. Since she has a way to hypnotize five SSS-rank espers including Zeus, then she definitely has a way to prevent the latter from knowing the secret of the astrolabe. She might even have the ability to erase their memories of this teleportation array."
"Looks like we have to think of a way ourselves."
I shrugged. I couldn't help with this kind of professional work.
Sandora glanced at the completely dimmed hexagram and said, "Actually, I just had a conjecture … Could it be that the constellation pattern displayed on this astrolabe isn't observed from our current position?"
Although I still didn't understand the mystery of using constellations to communicate and the connection between constellations, I still understood what Sandora was saying, "That is to say, the constellation pattern drawn on this hexagram may not be the result of observation from here?"
"That's right. The constellation in the sky is a three-dimensional structure. As the position of observation changes, there will be slight changes in the pattern, but such changes are too small. The distance between Earth and these stars makes it completely meaningless. However, if the latitude and longitude of the observation point deviate greatly, such changes can be calculated. We fell into a misunderstanding earlier, thinking that the astrolabe drawn by Olympus was on the Great Gesti Reef in the South Pacific Ocean. Now that I think about it, 770,000 years have passed, even the continental plates would have drifted far away … Who knows if the Schilling Nest was in the South Pacific Ocean at that time!"
This time, without needing our instructions, Seves had already started to reorganize the data. She created a model of Earth from 770,000 years ago and then started to simulate which coordinates on Earth would show the exact same starry sky pattern as the one we were standing on.
"Sir, there's no result."
In the end, what he brought us was such a depressing result.
But at this moment, Visca suddenly interjected into the public channel with an anxious tone. "What about outside of Earth? 770,000 years ago today, at three o 'clock in the afternoon … There must be a place outside of Earth where we can see such a sky … "
"Sir … Visca?" Seves asked with uncertainty. But the natural duty of a soldier to obey orders made her give up and expand the scope of the simulation according to Visca's reminder.
To simulate what the universe was like at three o 'clock in the afternoon on a certain day 770,000 years ago completely based on data, and to even limit the error to a theoretical zero error range, even Bubbles would require a certain amount of time to complete such calculations. Taking advantage of this period of time, I inquired about Veska's situation with concern. Ever since this lass arrived on the island, she had been in similar situations several times. Furthermore, her mental state was always fluctuating. This younger sister of hers could be said to be the one I was most worried about.
But in response to my question, Visca appeared to be more confused than any of us. She didn't even know why she would suddenly have such a thought!
It seemed that I really had to get Bubble to help me comb through Visca's memory system. God knows how many terabytes of garbage data this lass had accumulated in her crazy past!
"Sir, the simulation results are out!"
At this moment, Seves's voice finally sounded, causing us to temporarily shift our attention away from Visca.
"770,000 years ago today, at three o 'clock in the afternoon, we have found a place where we can observe such a sky — the moon!"
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