I have to say that the Eternal-class, a "conventional spaceship" created by the Empire's technicians who challenged the lower limits, is a truly outrageous behemoth. I think that no one in this world, except for the Shiring Apostles, would be crazy enough to build a battleship that is nearly a hundred kilometers long, and then a cannon that is more than twenty kilometers long in front of it? A cannon that is more than twenty kilometers long. No wonder some people say that the design concept of the Eternal-class is a cannon with an engine. Do you think that the Empire technicians who designed this thing have any humanity left?
Such a huge interstellar battleship, after being disassembled, still has a spectacular size. Even the largest piece of the wreckage is nearly ten kilometers long. And such a huge starship naturally has a matching complex energy supply network to ensure that the energy supply to all parts of it will not be interrupted at the same time in extreme situations. It is very stupid to use the entire circuit to supply energy to a spaceship that is seventy or eighty kilometers (or even hundreds of kilometers for special models). The Eternal-class energy system is composed of a large number of modules. In addition to the core reactor for the galactic main cannon and main engine functions, there is also a small psionic extraction plant every ten kilometers inside. Each battleship module also has its own independent small reactor. It can be said that the entire body is full of batteries and generators. This means that even if it is smashed into pieces, each piece will have a considerable amount of residual energy, enough to allow the intact machinery in the pieces to continue operating for a long time. So, don't think that an Eternal-class starship that has been smashed into pieces is safe and harmless. Not long ago, many idiots who tried to seize the wreckage of the Empire's starships in the war died to the close-in cannons that still stubbornly operated after the battleship disintegrated, even if those close-in cannons were only left with a cannon and a blackened fixed deck.
And how complicated is this energy system?
Let me tell you, in the case of providing a detailed blueprint, just drawing its psionic network alone is enough to exhaust all the cartographers in the entire North and South America.
Why do I have to emphasize so much on the characteristic of the Eternal-class starship that still stubbornly operated after being smashed into pieces? Well, let us look down at Visca's face …
Half of the little girl's face was still black. The smear a few seconds ago had caused a black spot the size of an egg to expand into a partial solar eclipse. She was still reaching out to wipe it from time to time, causing her face to become more and more smudged. It was as if she was about to reach the level of Bao Zheng's little sister.
A few minutes ago, not long after we entered the corridor, we discovered a sentry cannon that was emitting sparks. These automatic cannons that were used to suppress enemy invasions were equipped with a recording function. Thus, Visca fiddled with the control core of that thing, wanting to see if its recording device could still read anything. The scars on the surface of the wreckage proved that it had suffered a fierce attack before it disintegrated. Regardless of whether the enemy had invaded the warship or not, the sentry cannon's recording device should at least have recorded the final scene before the warship disintegrated. This was precisely what Sandora and I were concerned about.
After inspecting the completely destroyed recording device, Visca did something that befitted her height of 1.2 meters, filled with childishness, and almost scared her big sister to death when I was young. She hugged the barrel of the sentry cannon and glanced at it.
Then, that was it.
What was this silly girl thinking just now? Heh, hugging the sentry cannon to see if its caliber was correct. Visca's abnormal brain was a little too cute. Also, why do I feel that this scene seems to have happened before? A certain idiot who was 1.2 meters tall hugged a XX strange object to study, only to have his face blackened.
Of course, this cannon didn't cause any harm to our little general. She was just startled and her self-esteem suffered a slight setback. Now, Visca was still wiping her small face in grievance. She pouted her lips and looked as if she was about to cry. It wasn't because she was hurt, but because she felt that she had completely lost face in front of her big brother. Even if I felt that she was just too cute, that's all.
"Idiot."
Pandora walked by the side, occasionally glancing at Visca's dirty little face. She couldn't help but mutter these two words. I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I took out a bottle of mineral water from my personal space and roughly washed the cat-eyed loli's face. Finally, her original appearance was restored. Although there was still a small patch of blackened skin, it was much better than before. Speaking of which, this kind of face that even the sentry cannon couldn't penetrate, should I pay attention to it …
Due to the direction of the wreckage's fall and the distortion of the internal environment, we were actually walking on the wall of this corridor. The interior of the spaceship had been turned upside down. The original wall had become the floor, and the ceiling had become the wall. The path in front of us extended into the deep darkness, as if there was no end. Visca judged based on the environment that we were walking on the corridor of the fourth psionic acceleration track. This corridor passed through the energy acceleration coils and was at least two thousand meters long. It was very long, but it led directly to the control center of the spaceship. That was the toughest part of the spaceship. If there was any place that was still intact after the spaceship was attacked and disintegrated, it would be the control center of each of the spaceship's sections.
The lighting and air pressure in the corridor were sometimes strong and sometimes weak. It seemed to be caused by the lack of energy in the environmental control system, or perhaps there were air leaks nearby. The footsteps of the five of us echoed monotonously between the four metallic walls. Occasionally, we would pause. This was because Visca was checking whether the information node of the spaceship could still be connected to the "final recorder" of the wreckage (something similar to a black box). However, it seemed that the spaceship had suffered too much damage. Its data network was already shattered, and we couldn't count on it at all.
But just as we were about to give up on checking this corridor and head directly to the control center, Shallow Shallow, who had been looking around curiously, suddenly pointed at a dark corner of the corridor and shouted, "Look over there! There's someone there! "
"Where, where?" I quickly followed Shallow Shallow's finger and looked over. As expected, I saw the "person" that she was talking about. Of course, in this case, it was a corpse.
A corpse wearing a strange one-piece uniform was lying dead in the corner. We had already passed a few such corners along the way. They were all sunken into the alloy walls of the corridor, and only two or three people could operate inside. These niches were the control terminals that monitored the operation of the energy circuit. Most of the time, these terminals would operate automatically, but in an emergency, they could also be manually operated to forcibly shut down the spaceship's engine furnace. And the soldier who had fallen here, of course, was the technician in charge of controlling the engine room. However, I noticed that the clothes that the corpse was wearing were very strange. A one-piece uniform? There was no such thing in the uniform of the Imperial Army.
Carrying this curiosity and the feeling of finally seeing a dead soldier in this huge wreckage, we came to the side of the corpse. He was leaning against the crystal panel that had turned dark because it had stopped operating. His body was twisted unnaturally, and there was a large puddle of blood beneath his body. Actually, it was not just blood. Strictly speaking, half of his body seemed to have turned into a flocculent, with his broken limbs and blood splattered all over the ground. The state of his death was so pitiful that Shallow Shallow instantly switched to her dark personality. Otherwise, she would have vomited on the spot.
I also felt a little disgusted. Although I had weathered many storms and waves, this state of death was indeed a little too pitiful.
"It was caused by the impact of the crash." Sandora's expression was very calm. Perhaps to her, a half-flocculent corpse was really no different from a bowl of tofu pudding. "He was probably trying to stabilize the power output of the engine furnace. Half of his hand was still hanging on the emergency stop switch."
"More importantly, this isn't an Empire soldier."
Visca pointed at the corpse and turned the flocculent into a pile of charred black dust. "A carbon-based lifeform."
I felt that the situation was a little confusing. In the wreckage of an Empire warship, its sentry cannon had attacked its original owner. That could be explained by the turret's control system malfunctioning, but why would the corpse of a carbon-based lifeform appear here?
"Let's go." Sandora looked at the twisted alloy walls around her and led the way towards the control center.
Along the way, we found more and more corpses.
Just like the corpse we encountered earlier, these unknown crew members of the warship were wearing rough work clothes that didn't belong to the Imperial Army's uniform. They were lying dead in the control room of the various control nodes. There were men and women, but the common point was that they all died tragically. When the warship wreckage crashed on the surface of Mars at a dozen times the speed of sound, they were all smashed into pieces without exception. These people were all carbon-based lifeforms, and carbon-based lifeforms that hadn't undergone physical enhancement. Their fragile corpses couldn't withstand such energy at all.
Pandora collected some samples of the corpses along the way. After a rough analysis, she found that the cause of death of these crew members wasn't the shockwave of the crash, but a violent psionic explosion. The source of radiation might be the energy pipes of the warship itself, which meant that they were all dead when the warship broke apart. After that, the wreckage of the spaceship fell into this world without anyone controlling it.
The three wreckages that hit the surface of the moon just happened to take a 'shortcut' and entered this universe a few days earlier.
"Why are they in my spaceship?!"
An unstable red light flickered in Visca's cat eyes, which meant that she wasn't in a good mood. The Shiring Apostles were extremely sensitive to the words' property of the Empire ', and Visca was especially protective of her food. She absolutely couldn't accept her spaceship being occupied by a group of unknown' carbon-based monkeys', even if it was a spaceship that she didn't want anymore. More importantly, those carbon-based monkeys had even sunk the spaceship!!
So now, Visca's heart was bursting with anger, and this kind of anger, in my opinion, was very unnecessary. You don't want this spaceship anymore, and it might have been floating in space for hundreds of thousands of years. Why can't you let others occasionally pick it up?
Of course, this was just my view of the world. It couldn't be compared to Visca's way of thinking. We all knew that Visca wasn't in her right mind …
Besides, I was also very curious. Why was there not a single Empire soldier in the spaceship? Its members were all carbon-based creatures of unknown origin. After Pandora examined their cells, she found that these 'people' had very different genes from the people on Earth. Their body structure was also different, but their appearance was similar. At the same time, she also found some basic elements in the cells of these corpses that did not conform to the list of substances in this universe. This meant that they came from an evolutionary environment very similar to Earth, but they were not indigenous to this universe. This was consistent with our previous guess that the spaceship had been forced to land from another world.
"The central control room of the power module is in front."
We stopped in front of a heavily deformed heavy gate. Visca pointed at the gate and turned her head. Pandora pressed on the control panel of the gate twice, but after a series of metal noises, the gate did not move. It was stuck, and it was stuck mechanically.
"The control center's self-destruct device is still running. Fortunately, it didn't forcibly cut through the outer armor … That's strange. If the self-destruct system was operating normally, why didn't it self-destruct after the crash?" Visca's eyes were flowing with light, like a stream of data. She reached out and held a naked cable next to the gate. It was already connected to the database in the control center. Her eyes were still a little confused. Then, she shook her head and said confidently, "We have to fix the gate. It will take a few minutes."
As the little girl spoke, her hands were already moving. Her index finger sometimes turned into a probe, sometimes into a cutting light knife. Her movements were very fast. In less than ten seconds, she had removed a large piece of the gate that was stuck mechanically, revealing a messy power device and a crystal structure with unknown functions. Then, like a workshop monitor, she bit two strands of cable and got busy …
The more I looked at it, the more I felt it was strange. A 1.2-meter loli, a decisive general of the Empire, was sitting on the floor like an old technician fixing the gate. What do you think she was doing now? Did either of her attributes have anything to do with what she was doing? And it looked like her skills were not any worse than the technician of the Empire or the autonomous machines. From what I could see, there was no way to dismantle the complicated power device of the gate other than using cannonballs. But in her hands, it turned into a floor full of spare parts.
Then, she couldn't fix it anymore …
"In any case, I just need to remove the part that's stuck," Visca scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm not a technician … Sister Sandora, please help me open the gate. It won't self-destruct now."
Sandora rolled her eyes. She waved her arm and summoned her big claws again. The Abyss Claws, which could cause people to tremble in fear on the battlefield, were now used to knock on the door. But the efficiency was not to mention. After Sandora pried open the gate that was made of extremely sturdy interstellar alloy, it obediently … fell inwards with a bang after Sandora pried it open a few times.
Visca gaped at the door that had long since become a decoration. After a long time, his mouth flattened. "Wuwuwu … I just dismantled it for half a day!!"
I scratched my head. "Why didn't we push it just now?"
Sandora rubbed her claws on the wall next to her and looked at us helplessly. "Alright, there's always a little bit of a problem when doing anything. I'm already used to it now."
"Also, brother, I'm also sure of one thing." Visca rubbed his arm with a dejected expression. "I'm afraid that its self-destruct system is also down. We don't have to be so careful when we come in."
I looked up awkwardly and whistled twice. I led the girls into the control center. The moment I stepped through the door, I almost fell to the ground.
"What … What do you mean …" I stumbled and stood firmly in the center hall that was tilted almost 45 degrees. There were cracks and exposed pipes everywhere. I looked at the crooked walls and the operating terminals that were stained with blood. "I almost fell."
"The gravity system is still in effect." Sandora swayed a little before she managed to steady herself. She had an awkward smile on her face. "Unfortunately, it's not normal. There are at least a hundred different gravitational fields with different strengths here. Be careful when you walk. You might feel like the world has turned upside down with just one step, and the floor has become the ceiling …"
"Just like this?" Shallow Shallow's voice came from above me. I turned to look and saw her standing on the ceiling not far from us. She was at a thirty degree angle to my head. Strangely enough, her dress was not exposed. That was because the gravity on her part was facing upward.
"Damn, I've really learned something new today," I mumbled to myself as I approached the control center. I mumbled to myself as I slowly approached the control core. I had to admit that I wasn't used to walking like this. It was even more troublesome than walking in a gravity-free environment because my reaction speed seemed to be lagging behind. Human (I think so?) My adaptability to new environments was not as good as Sandora and Pandora. Only Shallow Shallow was having fun bumping into things. She could stop time, so she had ample time to prepare for the sudden change in gravity. But in the end, she was having fun.
There were a lot of corpses in the control center, too. Due to the disordered gravity in this place, the corpses that had been turned into dust by the impact almost covered the nearby machines, the floor, and the ceiling. Walking in such an environment, with the erratic gravity under my feet, and the flashing lights above my head, I felt as if I was walking in Silent Hill. The only difference was that there was no silly girl who was giggling and jumping on the ceiling in Silent Hill. Shallow Shallow was too much of a troublemaker.
There weren't any corpses of Xi Ling apostles here, only those aliens that came from God knows where. We didn't pay much attention to the corpses that had already been sampled. However, with the mindset of respecting the dead, I still got Weska to cremate these corpses along the way, just like the corpses in the corridor. After all, it was a painful thing to have their ashes spread evenly on a surface of five hundred square meters after death.
"Voyage log … That's great! There's a database here!"
Visca suddenly exclaimed happily. She was standing in the middle of the hall next to the control center. In front of the huge, dim ball of light was a circle of data terminals. And now, she had found what she was looking for from the data terminals.
Sandora and I exchanged glances and smiled at the same time.
It wasn't a wasted trip!
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