"That's a lot of information. The child's father."
After saying that, Bubble closed her eyes and immersed herself in her own world. She might be leading more than ten thousand Shepard and Diablo bricks, or she might be in Demacia. In any case, she didn't participate in our conversation.
She had already filtered out all the valuable information from the spaceship's log for us to see. The rest of the analysis was not something that her supercomputer was good at. So, Bubble cleverly pushed the task to Sandora and me.
The decoded log was not just a video and a name. There were a lot of other things, including a lot of inexplicable galaxy coordinates, spaceship nouns, warship navigation records, and a set of warship crew rules. There were also a lot of other things that we couldn't understand. Sandora was skimming through these professional things, but our topic was still focused on the information revealed in the video.
"This spaceship fell into the hands of a group of carbon-based creatures for some reason." Sandora stared at the rapidly refreshing holographic image, her big blue eyes flashing. "It was definitely not handed over to them through normal means. Visca wouldn't do such a thing … Look at these things, and the voice in the recording. These unknown people gave the equipment on this Eternal Battleship a lot of new names. They called the spaceship the Ancient Oracle Class, and called it the Psionic Shield. When they were attacked, their reaction was ridiculous. They didn't organize an effective counterattack based on the characteristics of the Empire's warships, so the spaceship's shield system was overloaded in just a few minutes."
"Oh, right. Who do you think attacked them?" I suddenly asked.
Sandora pointed at a still image on the screen. It was extracted from the spaceship's log. When the spaceship was attacked, another external probe recorded the image. I roughly guessed that it should be the anti-air artillery position in the rear half of the Eternal Battleship. It had been swallowed by a white light, and the anti-air artillery was twisted into abstract black filaments under the high-energy impact. In the white light, there were about five or six blurry black shadows. They looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember what they were.
Sandora, however, had already identified them. Her understanding of the Empire's weapons was extraordinary. With just a glance, she identified the models of the small black shadows. "X-6 Grave Digger, a super-heavy warp missile. After launch, it can perform an effective warp within one light year, appear within two kilometers of the target, and launch a terminal guided attack. It also has the ability to track the target again. After the target escapes through hyperspace warp, it can track the remaining spatial waymark and perform a maximum of three chases. High-speed spaceships can easily shake off this super-heavy missile, but Eternal Battleships that can't teleport multiple times can only take it head-on. They are a powerful weapon against large warships. In fleet battles, one-third of the large spaceships are destroyed by this series of warp weapons. This spaceship known as the 'Hope' is really unlucky. It didn't get any hope at all. "
"The spaceship was shot down by the Empire's weapons." I nodded in understanding. This was another piece of information, but it was as I expected. I was now completely calm about the old Empire's habit of littering non-flammable trash everywhere. It seemed that no matter which world it was, there would always be one or two pieces of Schilling's legacy in it, or the whole world would be incomplete. The only surprise this time was that even Visca had such an era of littering non-flammable trash. Still, that was nothing. Although the girl had always followed the policy of eating everything when she swept across the world, she was also a scatterbrain. After the battle with Atlantis, she even lost her clone, which was still hanging in the sky. "Do you think that the ones attacking this Eternal Battleship are from another world? I have a hunch. "
Sandora raised her eyebrows. "A group of carbon-based lifeforms mastered the ancient Schilling legacy and learned how to control it. Now they are fighting? That is a plausible explanation, but without concrete evidence, nothing is certain. "
I chuckled. I thought that I was good at making irresponsible assumptions. However, Sandora valued information that was based on concrete evidence. In other words, this was the difference between a professional and an amateur. She was a professional ruler and strategist who had swept across the galaxy tens of millions of years ago. As for me, three years ago, I was best at jumping over walls with Shallow Shallow to surf the internet or throwing dice during English tests …
"Anyway, nothing is clear now. What I guessed might be the truth." I extended my hand and stroked Shadora's silky blonde hair. I didn't know when I had developed this habit. Whenever I was with her, I couldn't help but want to play with her hair. It was just like how I subconsciously twisted the spring on her back when I was with the mercury lamp. "You know, I suddenly thought of Mobrador."
Sandora immediately looked at me suspiciously.
"They also have the 'legacy' in their hands, even though they don't have an eternal spaceship. If the pope hadn't appeared, Mobrador might have fought with his own people sooner or later. If that's the case, the pope actually has some credit. Even though he locked the power of the entire civilization, he didn't let the world be cleansed by psionic energy for at least three hundred years. "
"What kind of nonsense is this? It's such a big jump." Sandora elbowed me in the stomach. "Let's talk about the log first. The coordinate system it recorded is really strange. Look at it yourself."
A bunch of colorful numbers and symbols instantly filled my eyes. It gave me the urge to run away. Is such a professional thing for the people on Earth to read?
Sandora also knew my level. She gave me a few pointers and simplified the numbers and symbols into a spherical 3D dot matrix. With the size marked in large font, it looked much easier to understand.
"This is the star map recorded in the spaceship's log," Sandora said in confusion. "And it's a general star map. In other words, all the cosmic coordinates recorded by the disintegrated eternal spaceship are within this range. This point is the furthest place it has ever sailed. Look, there's a word marked on it. According to their language system, it translates to 'Land of Termination'."
"It's less than half the gravitational boundary of the solar system … The furthest that spaceship has ever flown in its entire life is less than one light year? Its range of activity is only this small? "
"Isn't it strange?" Sandora chuckled softly. "The eternal spaceship is a kind of spaceship that can support cross-world expeditions. A distance of one light year is not even a warm-up for it. But the star map on the spaceship's log says that its route range is less than one light year. I can't believe a group of spacefaring civilizations with a normal brain would be satisfied with hovering around their own home after obtaining such a spaceship."
"They really know how to waste things." I felt a toothache. They had a spaceship that could easily cross worlds, but they only dared to hover around their own solar system. What a strange group of people. Did they even have a little bit of initiative? Just look at the audacious Earthlings. Even if you give them a single fighter jet, they dare to colonize Centaurus in two years. This is a kind of courage, the most basic courage needed for a civilized civilization that dares to fly into space. Therefore, when I found out that this Eternal-class battleship that crashed on Mars was only used as a means of transportation within the solar system after being obtained by a group of unknown otherworld humans, I could only lament that they were really a weirdo in the world of stupidity.
"You can't jump to conclusions too early." Sandora was very open-minded. "Look at these coordinates. All the coordinates near the border have warning signs. This is thought-provoking. Maybe it's not that they don't want to go out, but there's something that prevents them from leaving their solar system. What I'm curious about is, what could trap a civilized civilization that owns an eternal spaceship? This is more interesting than how those people from the other world obtained an Empire's spaceship."
"And there's one more thing. How did a civilization that can't even leave the solar system learn to operate an eternal spaceship?" I pondered. "That thing isn't a bicycle that anyone can ride after a few knocks. It's a spaceship. Even if you give up all the rights to it and hand it over to a group of primitive people, they won't be able to operate it, right? "
"Don't guess too much. The more you guess, the more it will affect your judgment." Sandora shook her head at me. "Especially when this thing was left behind by Visca. Do you think it's normal for her to throw it away?"
The navigation log was still being refreshed quickly on the holographic projection. Most of the things written on it were boring. Most of them were about when the spaceship would start up, when the supplies would be replenished, when the situation of a certain cabin would be like. There were also some nonsensical words that some technical staff would write in the log when they were bored. For example, "XX sent me two big pancakes" or "Today's canteen steamed buns are too big". When such things appeared in the navigation log of an Empire spaceship, it made Sandora frown more than once. Finally, after a lengthy article that criticized the canteen's food over three hundred times appeared in the footnote column of the navigation log, our Queen suddenly exploded. She grabbed my arm and pointed at the screen angrily.
"How can their canteen be so irresponsible!"
I was speechless. "…"
Obviously, to Sandora, the only keyword that caught her attention was' eat '.
…
After I started to doze off, Sandora finally browsed through all the valuable information in the navigation log. Now, we could be sure of three things:
First, the Eternal-level battleship that crashed on Mars had been occupied by a group of intelligent creatures from another world, and their race might have more imperial armed forces, including spaceships and heavy artillery, and they were still hostile to each other and fighting each other.
Second, the level of civilization of the humans from another world was quite contradictory. The star map showed that their understanding of the universe was limited to a light year, but they had an Empire spaceship that could instantly rush to the end of the universe. Moreover, they knew how to control the spaceship. Regarding this contradiction, Sandora could only temporarily conclude that something was intercepting all spaceships that tried to leave the star system of those "carbon-based monkeys."
Third, "their" world also had steamed buns, and when the canteen steamed buns, they often got too big.
Sandora thought that the third point was the most important information. This made her feel that her current life was extraordinarily beautiful. At least, Anveena never got too big when she steamed buns.
Alright, that girl was just hungry again. She was just bullsh * tting.
After coming out of the nest, Sandora kept complaining that she was hungry. However, it was only 10: 30 in the morning, so it wasn't time to eat. Thus, I could only drag her to the food street of the Shadow City to find food. I used all kinds of snacks to appease the Queen's irritable stomach.
The food street of the Shadow City was located at the coordinates corresponding to the food street in the old district of K City in the real world. However, the scale was much larger. Most of the businesses here were those Heroic Spirits who had nothing to do all day. Even if they occasionally went on a mission, they would only send out a clone. This group of fellows who only knew how to destroy the natural environment of Avalon after eating and drinking had a lot of time to do many strange things in the Shadow City. For example, they held the title of an honorary teacher in the Imperial Army Military Academy and taught Osaka's sisters some strange and dangerous knowledge. Then, when they didn't have class, they would go on the streets to sell Kanto and Shandong grain pancakes. They were just like those sad teachers who wore masks and went to the alleys more than ten kilometers away from the school to sell buns to supplement their family's income. The only difference was that they didn't have the moral integrity and integrity of the latter.
However, it could also be said that they greatly enriched the daily life of the Shadow City, so that this military city wouldn't be as boring as a strict military camp.
After all, most of the people who lived here were heroic leaders from various worlds or people from the Imperial Army who had a mission. Among this group of people, who would do nothing but set up a lamb kebab stall at the end of the street? Laura did sell boiled fish at the North Second Loop for two days, but on the third day, Isana complained about her. We all said that she deserved it …
Right, speaking of people from the Imperial Army who couldn't run their own businesses due to a mission, that bastard Ciccolo didn't count. Recently, that bastard had fallen to the point of taking on pedicures. Pandora and Visca were discussing whether to lock that old fellow up for ten thousand years and then chase him out of his hometown. In the future, when the Bubble got bored, we could cover that old fellow's eyes with a cloth and stick two knives in his back, making him drop his equipment …
From this, it could be seen how much the first family hated that unrepentant fellow.
As Sandora and I sat at the spicy hot pot stall and waited for food, my mind was constantly playing all sorts of random things. I didn't even know what I was thinking about, but it was probably so that my mind wouldn't be empty. I had a very good habit, and that was that whenever I encountered something I couldn't understand, I would do my best to put it aside. However, I also had a bad habit, which was that I had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. After putting a problem aside, I would always feel like something was missing, so I would fill my mind with random things. For example, this time, a pile of flight logs made me even more confused about the crashed airship. After discovering that I couldn't understand these things, I decided to think about how to raise Ciccolo into an experience basket that would allow me to level up five times in a row after killing him, as well as when Sandora would be full.
Sandora was licking her teeth as she looked at the disposable chopsticks container and the sterilized plate not far away. She had eaten a lot in the morning, but it was meaningless. Her Majesty the Queen was always hungry. Although she would not starve to death for tens of thousands of years without eating or drinking, it was hard to say if she would die of hunger. For Sandora, hunger was hunger.
Cuchulin was busy in front of the stove not far away. The valiant hero was now wearing a street stall T-shirt worth about 50 dollars, with an apron with a Crayon Shin-chan hanging in front of him. He was holding a large handful of Mala Tang ingredients in his hand and putting them into boiling water. Behind him was a large group of people. There were more than a dozen Einherjars that he knew and did not know. Even Red A and Hercules were busy. More than a dozen stalls next to the Mala Tang stall were temporarily closed. The only task of these ancient heroes was to make enough Mala Tang to feed the Queen before she went berserk from hunger. This was a piece of cake for Anveena, but it was enough to keep a dozen superhumans busy until they died.
The first thing Sandora saw when she came here was the Mala Tang. Cuchulin, you are such a wretch. Unfortunately, the other Einherjars who had set up their stall near Cuchulin had to come over to help in order to prevent their fellow Einherjars from being eaten. They were like fish in the moat.
"Look, they are all scared to death by you."
I gently touched Sandora's elbow and teased her.
"Anyway, I am hungry. They should be serving the Queen," Sandora said proudly. She was so hungry that she was muddle-headed.
"Ahem, strictly speaking, you are not their Queen. Their leader is Jingle …" I muttered in a low voice.
I muttered under my breath. Even the words that came out of my mouth sounded like nonsense.
Sure enough, Sandora immediately rolled her eyes at me. "Jingle? They listen to Jingle. Then who does Jingle listen to? "
I was at a loss for words.
Actually, there was a concept that we often neglected. The Einherjars weren't actually part of the Imperial Army. Even though they were active in most of the worlds where the Imperial Army was active and they were commissioned by the Space Administration to go to various worlds to act as firefighters, they should be the vassals of the Protoss, Jingle's army. From another point of view, the military cooperation between the Star Domain Protoss and the Xiling Empire in the New Era actually started after the Einherjars were abducted and Jingle gave them unlimited energy.
However, everyone tacitly acknowledged the fact that this theoretically Protoss servant army did not have an independent organization at all. They obeyed Dingdang, and Dingdang often said to them, "Don't worry about it.
"Go and ask Ah Jun! Jingle listens to Ah Jun! "
Thus, even the Einherjars often thought that their immediate superiors were actually the two Schilling Emperors. This was especially true for a certain unlucky spearman.
Fortunately, every time they forget their roots, a divine punishment will strike down on them, reminding them of who their true boss is. Unfortunately, Cuchulin, who is struck by divine punishment almost every time, is the most forgetful of them all. His unintentional blasphemous behavior has earned him the title of the human lightning rod of Avalon. Sometimes, I worry that this unlucky child will be destroyed by the divine punishment if he runs his mouth off.
The fact that the Einherjars collectively ignored the Protoss's superiors made Icetis sad back then. The Rogue Goddess lamented that the glory of the Protoss had been ruined by a palm-sized child. When she said those sanctimonious words, she stood on my coffee table, holding the rice crust that she snatched from Little Bubble's mouth …
I felt that it was a wise choice for the Einherjars to unwaveringly unite under the leadership of the Empire, led by Sandora and I. At the very least, we were much more reliable than those deities.
"Speaking of which, since so many Einherjars have returned, it seems that the chaos on Earth has been settled, right?"
I looked at the bustling market in the distance and said softly to Sandora.
"Chaos on Earth? I have never paid much attention to it. "Sandora waved her hand nonchalantly." That is just a small problem. Right now, I just want to know which world the crashed spaceship came from. The navigation log doesn't have any world coordinates. Those carbon-based monkeys are messing around. They don't know anything about interworld teleportation technology and they even changed the spaceship's coordinates on their own. Now, it is impossible to even trace the spaceship's origin. We can only wait for the life sample that Jingle sent to the God Realm to make new progress. "
I nodded. At that moment, the Mala Tang arrived on the table. The Queen, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly cheered softly. She was instantly immersed in the sea of Mala Tang, unable to extricate herself. The little bit of worry and arrogance that she had earlier instantly disappeared.
Just as I was about to snatch the food from Sandora, a figure suddenly appeared beside us.
I raised my head and saw that it was Medusa, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a small T-shirt.
"Boss, I'm afraid that I have some annoying news for you."
Medusa pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said with an evil smile, "Humans are planning to land on the moon."
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