The yard was littered with people sunbathing. If an ordinary person could see this scene, his worldview would probably collapse in an instant.
All the winged ones were out to dry their feathers …
Of course, those without feathers were also drying other things. For example, Shallow Shallow was drying her quilt, Liliana was drying her hair, and Little Bubble caught a mouse to dry its belly.
Icetis was the most experienced one among the winged ones. She knew more than 1,600 tips on how to care for her feathers. Furthermore, she came up with a set of radio calisthenics for stretching her wings. This female pervert had lived for nearly a hundred million years, but she didn't seem to have spent most of her years doing proper things. How bored did she have to be to accumulate so much knowledge? But even so, she still managed to fool all the winged creatures in the house, including Mercury Lamp.
Half of the group of people who were lying on the ground or hanging from the wall took out their small notebooks and started to take notes obediently!
Mercury Lamp was also lying on the grass not far away. She imitated Icetis and spread her wings to the maximum. She tried her best to follow Icetis' instructions and let every feather receive the sunlight. Her expression was full of concentration. Unfortunately, her writing was limited, so she couldn't take notes like the others. But she had her own solution, which was drawing. She abstracted the knowledge Icetis taught into a bunch of crooked lines. It looked like a child's graffiti. I curiously moved closer to take a look. After a long time, I finally said, "Is this KFC's new method of cooking spicy chicken wings?"
"Idiot!" Mercury Lamp shouted without raising her head. Then, she drew a pair of wings on the drawing paper. Then, she drew a ball with a smiling face on it. Between the ball and the wings, she drew a thick, crooked line.
"What is this?" I pointed at the suspicious-looking lines. "Are the chicken wings cooked?"
"Idiot, idiot, idiot!" Mercury Lamp's wings flapped on the ground. "This is hot air! The wings need to bask in the sun, so there is hot air! "
I was stunned and smacked my lips. I felt that this was too childish. Speaking of which, why is Mercury Lamp's drawing style the same as my elder sister's?
"Stupid human, I also want to grease my wings." Mercury Lamp was lying on the ground, her calves swinging in the air. While drawing her own graffiti, she muttered, "In the future, you have to comb my feathers, just like how you did for Alaya."
What else could I say? Of course, I quickly agreed. This girl rarely took the initiative to make such a request. She could ask me for gifts without any pressure, but it was difficult for her to accept others taking care of her. To put it bluntly, she had a strong desire to prove that she could do anything by herself. This was a stubbornness caused by her life experiences. But now, this stubbornness had greatly improved. At least, she allowed me to comb her hair in the morning, and now, she also allowed me to play with her wings.
With a little curiosity, I touched the black wings on Mercury Lamp's back. They looked similar to Icetis's wings, but a lot smaller, and they didn't have the faint aura that seemed illusory. Although they looked inferior, they were small and cute. Also, considering that Mercury Lamp was only 92.3cm tall, her wings weren't small.
It was furry, soft, and warm, which surprised Rozen. At the same time, he had a deeper understanding of Rozen's pain in the ass.
"If I pull one out, will it hurt?"
I asked with a sudden jerk of my brain.
Then, everyone with wings in the courtyard, including Monina, Icetis, 123, and even Uncle Kenser, all shivered at the same time and shouted in unison, "Don't talk about such a scary topic!"
Mercury Lamp didn't shout, she used her actions to express her will: Puff.
"It hurts," I said with tears streaming down my face.
"It's good that you know, our wings are very sensitive," Icetis waved her fist at me, "But it's fine if you drop your own feathers. I'll make a pillow for you in two days. When I fought with Ovilia a while ago, I lost at least half a kilogram of her feathers. Of course, some of it is my own … But it's fine, it's the same no matter what you use as a pillow."
I nodded and thanked Icetis with a thunderstruck expression. I couldn't understand the daily life of a pervert goddess. If she lacked a pillow, she would fight with someone. If she dropped a chicken feather, she would pick it up and even a pillow and duster. Is it popular to produce and sell everything yourself?
I was smart enough not to reject Icetis's good intentions, even though I wasn't really interested in using her feathers as a pillow. My intuition told me that it wouldn't be much more comfortable than a pile of sponges, but I can't reject this pervert's good intentions because she's a lunatic …
If I rejected her, she would cause a ruckus until the end of time.
Seeing that I nodded with a bitter expression, Icetis nodded in satisfaction, then said loudly, "Okay, the sunbathing is over, let's flip …"
So there was a rustling sound all around, even Mercury Lamp who had her first feather care, a few of her wings flipped at the same time. I thought of KFC again.
After thinking for a while, I decided to stop messing around with this bunch of winged fellows. Their lives were too different from normal people's.
At that moment, Sandora's mental connection suddenly connected, saving me from the danger of boredom and the distortion of my worldview, "Ah Jun, come to the Shadow City for a while, the log has been analyzed."
I left the Birdmen on the ground (and a wall, 123 and Kenser were still hanging on the wall) and the big fox who was sunbathing at the entrance, to fend for themselves under the sun. I quickly teleported to the Shadow City.
In order to facilitate the data analysis, the database and MDT that Visca had dismantled were placed in the core of the Shadow Fortress, the Schilling Nest. This magnificent pyramid was the palace of Bubble. She would spend half of her time in there every day. This huge pyramid was also one of the technologies that Tawil had experimentally restored from the old Empire: the Continuous Multilevel Coprocessing Array. The name sounded like a headache, but in reality, it was a kind of information array that allowed multiple Schilling host computers to work together. This was an amazing technology. Before this technology was restored, the number of hosts that a Schilling Nest could accommodate was extremely limited. This was because the computing power of a normal mass-produced host computer was limited, and as the Bubble was the mother computer, it was impossible for it to act as a bridge server 24 hours a day. This led to the so-called "host computer working together" scale being suppressed to less than ten. But now, this huge pyramid could accommodate hundreds of Schilling host computers working at the same time. It was divided into ten levels, and each level had dozens of host computer slots that supported hotplug. Every time I thought about this, I felt that this place was really like a beehive.
No matter what, with this huge palace, the work efficiency of the host computers had increased by multiple folds. Bubble was extremely satisfied with this and was considering expanding the Shadow Space further. Our next goal was to build another small solar system within the Shadow Space. This solar system was far away from all of the Empire's bases and would serve as a nursery for Jingle to experiment on. The Town Security and Neighborhood Committee of the Shadow City had had enough of going out on the streets to capture all sorts of strange God Created Beings that escaped from the World Tree.
Sandora and I arrived at the crystal hall at the center of the Mother Nest. This was the 'bedroom' of the child's mother. Compared to the shabby temporary Mother Nest that I first saw three years ago, this place was many times grander. The glittering crystal walls and crystal clusters were almost enough to blind a dog's eyes. Bubble was just like that day three years ago. She was wearing a pure white dress, quietly floating within the crystal prism at the center of the hall like a sleeping angel. However, I was no longer the young man who could be easily fooled three years ago. I was no longer moved by the pitiful side that this lass pretended to be.
Even with my biceps, I could tell that this lass was most likely in Demacia right now.
Sandora knocked on the crystal prism and woke Bubble up from the sea of Demacia. She blinked her eyes and looked at me for a while. Suddenly, she frowned. "Her father, you have the scent of a girl on you. There is also a fragrance that I don't recognize."
I sweated profusely. Under Sandora's cold gaze, I told her about the unbelievable daily life of the bird people who were sunning their wings in the Surface World.
"I see," Sandora nodded in understanding. "That's normal. They treasure their wings very much. It is said that there is a wing beauty contest in the Star Field. Icetis participated in it once tens of millions of years ago. Unfortunately, she was eliminated right after the preliminaries."
"There is such a thing?" I was surprised. "Don't her wings look good?"
"The main reason is that she really couldn't defeat the judge of the first elimination round …"
I expressed my silence. I knew that the female hooligan would end up like this no matter what competition she participated in.
"Let's cut the crap. You should take a look at this first." Bubble interrupted my conversation with Sandora. She projected a huge holographic image in front of us. It was a database component that was stored in another room in the Mother Nest. It was dismantled from the crashed Eternal-class Mothership.
The so-called database was actually just an inconspicuous black cube. It was a complete set of components. It was about one meter square, and there were dark blue lines that flickered on and off as though they were breathing. The recording and coding method used by this thing was very complicated. I still couldn't understand it. I only knew that this kind of storage device installed on the battleship had extremely high security. After its auxiliary reading and writing equipment went offline, the database would lock the internal information. Even if you knew countless high-level passwords, it wouldn't reveal any confidential information related to the battleship's voyage.
Even with Bubble's computing power, it took her two days to crack the database. You could see how difficult this thing was to deal with.
"Hope," Bubble said to us word by word. "That is the name of the ship. It is called Hope."
I immediately exclaimed in surprise. "It looks so ordinary. So it is a capital ship?"
I made such a judgment based on a name because of the usual naming rules of the Xiling Empire. Most spaceships only had serial numbers and no names. Even for Eternal-class battleships, only spaceships that qualified as capital ships and had a certain amount of military achievements or extraordinary commemorative significance would receive a name.
This was easy to understand. You have to consider the speed at which the unscrupulous militarists could build their armies. The Empire's fleet had always been described as overwhelming. The fleet stationed in a star zone, even if only medium-sized warships were included, would easily number in the tens of thousands. For example, the Royal Fleet stationed in the Milky Way had more than eight hundred Eternal-class Motherships (if there was no war in the near future, this number would definitely increase by the day). Below them, there were Frontier Class, Expedition Class and other main battleships that added up to tens of thousands. These weren't small gray aircrafts, but big fellows that could be pulled onto the battlefield and play peerless mowing with the main fleets of any civilization. On Earth, even the smallest of these ships could be used as the ultimate defense weapon in the solar system. But, could we name these ships?
Trust me, if we really did that, there wouldn't be enough Chinese characters that our ancestors had accumulated over five thousand years. Even if you named a ship "Ostolovsky? Iron Pillar ", there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Of course, more importantly, I wouldn't be able to remember the names of these spaceships — a certain someone wouldn't be able to come up with so many.
Therefore, in view of the fact that the unscrupulous Imperial Army always used extreme speed to name their own spaceships, making it impossible for each spaceship to have an independent name, the Imperial Army adopted this harsh naming rule: all spaceships below Eternal-class had no names, only serial numbers. Eternal-class spaceships were named according to their achievements, power, and qualifications. Only spaceships beyond the standard such as planetary spaceships could have their own names.
In addition, it was said that King's Landing -class battleships also had no names. This was not because there were so many of them that they couldn't be named, but because their numbers were usually too few. If a solar system could have a King's Landing, it was almost the treatment of a Prime Sector. Under such circumstances, giving a name to a unique spaceship was tantamount to a waste. After all, as long as King's Landing was mentioned, we all knew which one it was. Even if we didn't know, the command link would be able to determine it on its own.
Therefore, when I heard the name of the Eternal-class battleship that crashed on Mars was called 'Hope', my first thought was that it should be a capital ship, even though judging from the debris, it didn't seem that big and didn't have the enhanced modules that a capital ship should have.
Other than that, an Empire battleship, a destructive fleet in the hands of that little lunatic Visca, actually had such an artistic name. That was quite unbelievable.
However, Bubble shook her head, making my judgment fall short. "No, it is not a capital ship. It is just the most ordinary of spaceships. The name 'Hope' was given to it by its later crew members."
"Later crew members?" I frowned, instantly thinking of the corpses that littered the ground in the wreckage of the spaceship. "You mean those unknown humans from another world?"
"If there are no more outsiders who tampered with the spaceship's log, they would be the ones who carried out the naming." Bubble nodded her head vigorously in the crystal prism. "The spaceship's original serial number is meaningless, but those unknown carbon-based creatures from another world named this spaceship Hope. This is a little thought-provoking."
"Hope …" Sandora lowered her head and muttered, "Intelligent races that travel in the universe always like to use such a name to bless their spaceships. However, this is limited to ordinary civilizations that are trembling in fear when facing various catastrophic environments in the universe. For a civilization like the Empire, they would not use such a meaningless word to name a combat machine. If they named their spaceship Hope, does it mean that they have to face life-threatening threats frequently? "
"Maybe it just sounds nice?" I shrugged. "Cultural differences are very big. Some races may be very casual when it comes to naming. If the Shallow shallow virus spreads, do you believe that our next intergalactic coalition flagship might even be called 'Mohammed? Bin Laden? '"
"You have no sense of propriety at all." Sandora rolled her eyes at me. "Alright, let's not talk about why those otherworld humans named their spaceship Hope. Bubble, have you found out the origin of the spaceship? Which world did it come from? Who attacked it and caused it to disintegrate in the end? "
"Let's take a look at this. I spent a lot of effort to restore the data. It was almost completely deleted."
Bubble said proudly and projected a video in front of us.
It was the last moment of the spaceship recorded from the perspective of an external observation device of the Eternal-class mothership. There were images and some intermittent audio. The audio should be coming from the captain or some other commander.
The image was a chaotic dark red space, indicating that the spaceship might be passing through a high-density primordial dust cloud. Such clouds were common in the universe and were often used by spaceships for a short period of time when they temporarily docked. The first half minute of the video was a calm image. Other than the occasional small bright spot that flashed across the dust cloud (the phenomenon of nuclear combustion), there were no signs of battle. In the audio signal of the log, the captain or some other commander of the same level was talking to his assistant about trivial matters.
Halfway through the video, the image suddenly shook violently. Then, from the lower part of the camera, the front deck of the spaceship, suddenly exploded with a blinding white light.
Then, there was a series of rapid and violent explosions. The image shook so much that it was almost impossible to see clearly. This meant that the entire spaceship was violently out of control, and the spaceship's flight quickly entered an extremely dangerous state. But so far, there was still no trace of the enemy in the image. In a battle in space, it was normal to not see the enemy's spaceship from far away. But when the spaceship's armor and shield exploded, we could not even see the trajectory of the attack. This was intriguing. The enemy was using a long-range attack, and they might have hyperspace technology.
The audio signal went through a few seconds of chaos. If the captain of the Eternal-class battleship was a Schilling officer, this would have been an unforgivable delay. But considering that the captain might just be a carbon-based creature not much different from a human, it was understandable.
"It's those fanatics! They are intercepting the spaceship! " There was a rapid and violent interference in the audio signal. "Hurry up and activate the hyperspace jump machine! Don't panic. This is an ancient Oracle spaceship. It can withstand such an attack! "
"The hyperspace jump machine is being interfered with. We can't find the right coordinates!"
"The protective shield has been penetrated. The enemy has hyperspace missiles!"
"The main energy furnace is heavily damaged. We don't have enough energy to activate the hyperspace jump!"
"It's activated. The ancient spire has just been activated! We got a coordinate! "
"The ancestors bless us. Don't care what the coordinates are. Hurry up and jump!"
"Captain, our energy furnace is not producing enough power. Please —"
"Jump! Jump! The spaceship's main cannon is exploding. Abandon it and jump immediately! "
For a moment, such chaotic voices rang out almost at the same time. Then, in a burst of dazzling white light and a huge explosion, everything went silent.
"That's a little too much information, father of the child." Bubble's faint voice rang out.
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