The engineering fleet carrying a large number of Schilling mainframes and small Mother Nests set off from the God of Fog and quickly entered a spatial cloaking state. The Schilling mainframes they carried also used their information processing abilities to interfere with the Vengeance Army's surveillance of the Mobrador system. The fleet safely passed through the gravitational boundary at a low speed. After confirming that it did not cause any disturbances in the information layer, they moved at full speed and quickly approached the ancient wreckage that had been marked by the probes.
The Vengeance Army's losses in this battle accounted for a portion of their total strength. However, based on Sandora's judgment, at the very least, the Vengeance Army would not reorganize their attack in a short period of time. They would probably wait until the Eternal-Class Mother Carriers, which had been severely damaged in this battle, finished repairing themselves before taking action. In this battle, the Vengeance Army also learned of the existence of the Celestial System Fleet. Of course, due to the short period of time and the constant bombardment, the information that the Mother Carriers had collected was limited. The Vengeance Army might only know that we had a powerful psionic amalgamation in our hands, but they probably wouldn't have imagined that it was a death planet made entirely of psionic energy. They would never have imagined that we had an entire Celestial System Fleet as its escort. The Vengeance Army had yet to reveal our full strength. After this ambush, the Vengeance Army would probably recalculate the number of troops they needed to fight against the 'invaders'. For the time being, the Mobrador system would not be attacked for the third time.
However, this was not a good thing. This only meant that the Vengeance Army would probably only attack with a fleet that could fight against the Psionic Death Planet. Sandora was very familiar with the combat style of her old army. She knew the most terrifying aspect of the Vengeance Army's combat style: they did not care about their own lives, and they would not let others take their lives. Therefore, if we wanted to slowly gain the upper hand in this universe, one of the things we relied on was whether Sandora's' Mist 'plan would succeed. If it succeeded, the Vengeance Army's main forces would be scattered everywhere, and they would not be able to gather enough troops to attack Mobrador in time.
The God of Fog was far away from the sun. It was located in the orbit of the coldest planet in the system, even though the lower atmosphere was extremely hot. It was also a dim world. The sun of the Mobradorians looked like an orange-red bean here. The little light it brought was far from enough to brighten up the giant planet that was shrouded under 20,000 kilometers of clouds. The biggest source of light on the surface of the God of Fog was the flashes in its atmosphere. That was the discharge and 'cold combustion' of the nitrogen-helium-hydrogen atmosphere. The latter was a natural phenomenon that I found quite interesting. I was afraid that the scientific theories on Earth could not explain it. The atmosphere of the God of Fog would occasionally produce violent chemical reactions. The trace elements mixed in the gases filled with nuclear fuel acted as catalysts, causing the hydrogen to enter a state similar to combustion, releasing a large amount of light and heat. However, since there was no oxygen involved, this was not a true combustion, and it would not cause the fuel tank filled with nuclear matter to explode. In fact, other than the continuous light and heat for a period of time, the 'cold combustion' in the atmosphere of the God of Fog would not even ignite anything. The duration of this phenomenon was uncertain, ranging from a few minutes to a few years. The longest-lasting cold-burning spot had been "burning" for more than a decade, according to the records of the Mobradorians. Such a spot often extended tens of thousands of kilometers. From the ocean of the Divine Fog, it looked as if a sun was about to appear from behind the thick clouds, even though the planet had never seen a sunrise or rosy dawn for billions of years.
Some technicians from the Empire would examine the atmospheric composition of the Divine Fog planet in their spare time. They easily separated out the trace elements that caused the "cold burn" phenomenon and confirmed that it was something that did not exist in the capital world (which was the plane where I was born and raised on Earth). It was a special substance that was produced due to the subtle differences in the laws of this world. It played the role of a regulator in many stars and similar stars. Correspondingly, some of the trace elements that were commonly seen in the stars of the capital world could not be found in the Mobrador universe.
This small discovery did not attract much attention from the technicians, because to the Empire, which had mastered psionic energy, it was less valuable than Jinkela. At least the latter could help feed Sandora.
However, even if the technicians of the Empire were not interested, it did not mean that others were not interested. For example, the group of old men around me.
This was a rather special area in the research center of General City. The people doing research here were not the technicians of the Empire, but the scientists of the servant army. The projects they were researching were not those outrageous advanced technologies, but some basic knowledge to the technicians of the Empire. This experimental area was called the "Servant Army Preschool" by us. In fact, it was a place for the scientists of the servant army to research advanced technologies under the guidance of the technicians of the Empire. We used this method to quickly improve the basic technology of the servant army, so that their technology tree would not be too deformed by copying all of the Schilling technology. The effect was similar to a tutor who had graduated from university leading a child to do a third-grade exercise book. I wonder what these old men, who were highly respected in their own race, would think if they knew that their leader was thinking about this.
Today, there were some new figures in the "preschool". They were scientists from Mobrador.
The former Pope finally realized how serious the mistake he had made was. He understood the development of the other vassal races of the Empire and realized that because of him, Mobrador's technology tree was already dead. If this continued, the entire civilization would soon completely lose the ability to progress. So, he began to try to remedy everything. First, the Church of Grayblue announced the lifting of the "knowledge control" policy that had imprisoned the entire Mobrador society for three hundred years. While they still respected the Sage's knowledge as the truth, they no longer suppressed the scholars' exploration of other knowledge. They also no longer condemned the knowledge that did not belong to the Sage's legacy system as heresy. The scholars of Mobrador finally regained the freedom to research and publish their opinions. They no longer had to look at a pile of unchanging Sage's relics and copy the user manual that they had long memorized. However, everything was difficult at the beginning. The free thinking of this civilization had been imprisoned for more than three hundred years. Now, it was as if it had died. There was not a single researcher in the world who had mastered the knowledge outside of the Sage's legacy. The oldest of those old antiques had only persisted for more than two hundred years. They were still nearly a hundred years away from the "Renaissance."
Now, other than the superb "Sage's knowledge" that had no possibility of progress, the scientific level that belonged to Mobrador was still stuck at the state of three hundred years ago. It was roughly equivalent to using their own local technology to send one or two astronauts who had signed a life and death agreement to the geosynchronous orbit, and they might not even succeed. Moreover, this fragmented knowledge was only "historical records." The Church of Grayblue treated it as a dangerous thought left behind from the old era and sealed it in the church's libraries. Every library was guarded by a few white-bearded old men. Other than the transmigrators who were struck by lightning, ordinary people did not even know that this taboo knowledge still existed. I did not know if I should praise the former pope named Rudaph. At least he did not burn the natural technology that the Mobrador civilization had developed steadily. Otherwise, based on his sin of burning books and burying scholars, Tawil would have shown him the power of scientists.
In Tawil's eyes, knowledge was sacred, and the courage to explore knowledge was even more sacred than knowledge itself. Even if the knowledge was as crude as a primitive man barbecuing meat for the first time, she would not despise the first primitive man who dared to put his hand in front of the fire. She despised the idiotic leaders who were afraid of fire, and not only did they not think about development, they even kicked the first primitive scientist who drilled wood to start a fire out of the tribe — just like Rudaph.
Since the basic technology tree was completely broken, the existing scientists only knew to press the switch of the ancient ruins or operate the machine tools meticulously according to the manual. Rudaph could only gather a group of archaeologists who had some understanding of the "old era's knowledge" and let them try to reconstruct Mobrador's technology tree. Initially, it was their own thing, but for some reason, Zaku and Miriya became interested. The little girl had not only seen the second battle that broke out on Divine Fog through the Information Terminal, but also many mysterious natural phenomena that happened on the giant planet. She immediately developed an unparalleled interest in this wonderful knowledge, and strongly requested to come to Divine Fog to see if the beautiful "cold burning" light spots, hydrogen atmospheric discharge, ten-thousand-meter waves, and underwater castles that appeared on the Information Terminal were real. I did not expect her to be so curious about these complex phenomena that ordinary people would not be interested in, but I still agreed to the little girl's persistent request and brought her over. The only unexpected thing was …
When she came over, she brought at least a hundred white-bearded old men with her. They were all scientists on Mobrador who were at their wits' end about the current state of civilization!
Rudaph must have secretly arranged this process, and Uncle Zaku probably gave it a push as well. After all, they were Mobrador's people, and they cared about the future of their civilization very much. Only the heartless Miriya did not know about this. She came over to watch a blockbuster.
But regardless of whether there were two uncles plotting behind the scenes, I had no intention of chasing these uninvited old men away. In Tawil's words, although these "scholars" were almost dead in the head and did not have the qualities of a scientist, they at least represented the efforts of this civilization in the process of climbing back up. She was willing to send a few researchers and servant scientists who had nothing to do to guide these Mobrador scholars on how to learn to explore and discover again. Perhaps one of them would be the only inventor of Mobrador in the past three hundred years.
Although all they were doing now was observing atomic nuclei with great interest, scientists on Earth could do this on their own.
While the Imperial Army was busy dealing with the Avengers, the hundred or so scientists sent by Mobrador to learn from them were not something that anyone cared about. Sandora even completely ignored their existence. Visca even made it clear that when the war started, these old men were to hide in the quarantine area and move around as they pleased. They would not care if they died or were injured. Only a group of Kepru scientists who were also doing research in this experimental area and me, who came here for a stroll, would care about these old men. However, the latter was quite satisfied with the current situation. Scientists probably all had the same problem. When they devoted themselves to the truth, they would be able to be at ease with the environment. In theory, a scientist who was in a state of research was basically a monster that challenged the limits of survival. Now, I even suspected that if these old men were allowed to research new knowledge, they would be able to rely on photosynthesis to survive even if they were given some sunlight, air, and water every day …
After confirming that these white-bearded old men were satisfied with the research environment here and that they wouldn't interfere with the normal operations of the Imperial Army, I strolled to a small platform outside the research center. As expected, a lively young lady with short blonde hair was shouting on the platform. She was so happy that she couldn't stop herself from laughing. She was Miriya.
"How dare you make such a ruckus in the research center. Aren't you afraid that Tawil will launch you into outer space?"
I sneaked up behind her and suddenly whispered in her ear.
My sudden voice obviously startled her, so she really did jump. She bumped her head against my chin and I bit my tongue on the spot.
"Wah!" Miriya stared at me in shock as I covered my mouth and glared at her. "Brother, do you have a toothache?"
I pointed at her head. "Don't you have a headache!?"
Miriya thought for a moment and finally reacted. She hugged her head and howled in pain. "Wah! My head hurts! What did I bump into?! "
— — This should be a combination of Shallow Shallow and Silvia, right?
I kind of understood Miriya's current excitement. Back when I first came to outer space, I wasn't much better than her. Also, the magnificent ten-thousand-meter-tall waves and atmospheric storms on Misty Star were definitely more impactful than any other blockbuster. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that any of the waves in front of us would be enough to make famous Hollywood directors bow down to them. If we used this as a backdrop in the Titanic movie — — Ross would at least be an Ultraman, right?
Miriya was so excited by this unexpected and shocking scene that she was in a state of convulsion. She pulled me along and asked me about this and that, mainly about the principles behind these wonders. I didn't expect this girl to not only be interested in the scene in front of her, but she even wanted to know the principles behind it. Of course, I couldn't lose my prestige in front of such a diligent next-door girl. At the very least, I had to let her know that as the leader of the Schilling people, I had real skills. I took out a book called "Ten Thousand Whys" for her to slowly study.
It couldn't be helped. I clearly knew where my level of scientific knowledge was. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was slightly lower than Miriya's. The only thing I was proud of was my ability to swing my fists in the void, but this little girl probably wouldn't be able to use it …
"Brother, you said that there's really a planet under this ocean? You guys used a planet as an antenna? " Miriya leaned on the barrier and stared at the surging waves below the base. After spending some time together, she was already familiar with me. Now, she couldn't even be bothered to call me by my name. She called me "Brother" with practiced ease. It was fortunate that Pandora and her sister weren't here.
I nodded, and Miriya immediately let out another exaggerated exclamation.
We could all tell that Miriya was a child with excessive curiosity. This might have something to do with the fact that Uncle Zaku had carefully locked her up at home. But now, it was impossible for Miriya to be hunted down by the Church of Grayblue for exposing the "Holy Disk". Moreover, from a certain perspective, it could be said that she had the strongest group of people supporting her in the multiverse. So, this little girl could now satisfy her curiosity to her heart's content. For example, she could observe storms and study star maps in the giant planet that was filled with nuclear fuel. I felt that Shallow Shallow would definitely have a lot in common with her. At the very least, both of them were curious about everything. If it wasn't for the perfect difference in height, Visca might even be able to converse with Miriya. I chatted with her on the platform for a while and successfully dissuaded her from going outside the barrier to feel the wind and rain. She might have been a little excited to see the storm outside through the barrier, but she didn't feel the terrifying natural environment of the Divine Fog Planet at all. When I told her that the air pressure outside was enough to crush a tank into a pancake, and the temperature was enough to carbonize people, Miriya's face was filled with horror. This little girl thought that it was just an ordinary storm outside.
I told Miriya to be careful not to run around and to ask the Empire soldiers if she encountered anything she didn't understand. After finally settling this restless little girl down for the time being, I swung my arms and walked to the upper platform.
The floating platforms in General City were transformed from the original central corridor of the Empire Admiral. Now, they roughly followed their original location, showing a structure that rose step by step. The research center was at the bottom of the slope, which was part of the general transportation network. There were often people coming and going. The place that Miriya used to view the scenery was the middle slope, which was often patrolled by soldiers. There was very little human traffic. Further up, because it was far away from the various functional buildings, almost no one went up. Only a few of my family members and I who couldn't stay idle would go up to look at the storm when we were bored. Speaking of which, this hobby was really ridiculous. There wasn't any good scenery on the Divine Fog Planet.
But this time, when I walked to the upper platform, I found that there was already someone there.
On the spacious square platform, there was a layer of faint golden luster. This luster seeped into every corner of the platform and the metal joints. It looked so thin that it almost disappeared, but it was so strange that it couldn't be ignored. There was an energy barrier on the platform, so the golden luster seeped into the barrier and spread out, as though the entire place was covered in a golden sky. The upper platform was the highest point in General City, second only to the command tower. Looking around, other than the command tower that was faintly discernible on the other side of the clouds, the surroundings were thick layers of churning clouds. Thus, this floating platform with a faint golden luster was like a throne floating in the clouds. For some reason, I associated it with something like a throne.
The violent storm continued outside, but there was a feeling of complete relaxation on the platform. I didn't know what was going on, but it seemed that everything in the world was moving away from me, including the annoying storm outside the shield. Now, it seemed to be a pleasant scenery. And I could confirm that this feeling was very special. When it rained when I was young, I would lie by the window and watch the people on the streets hurrying to hide from the rain. I would feel a sense of accomplishment, but this feeling was different. Of course, it could also be because there weren't any people running around outside.
Looking around curiously, I finally found the person who could be the source of this feeling. I was instantly surprised. The first thing that caught my eyes was a head of silver-white hair that almost covered the ground …
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