It took less than a second to enter another space. The outer shield of the spaceship that protected the hull from being eroded by the Void rippled violently. These ripples interfered and eroded each other, finally turning into a field of sparkling light, filling the optical observation screen with countless snowflakes in an instant. Such a strong reaction meant that we had passed through an extremely unstable information structure. This information structure might have been the amulet that ensured the survival of that space in the Void Domain until now, but its method of protection was something we had never seen before. "We passed through a membrane-like structure, a mathematically described membrane."
"We passed through a membrane-like structure, a membrane that can be described mathematically." One of Tarver's projections was in her research lab. Her holographic image appeared in front of us. Countless complicated patterns floated in front of her, and the refreshing data made me want to challenge all the scientists in the world just by looking at it. "More valuable first-hand information. This is truly a wondrous structure. It is actually a filtering information binding law … Hmm, this might be a little difficult to understand, but its function is very simple. It is to filter everything that passes through it from a state of Void to a state of Order. On one side of the membrane is the Void of Order, and on the other side is the reorganized world of Order … The spaceship itself is of Order, so we were able to pass through this membrane without any changes, as if we had immunity."
"Alright, you have all the time in the world to study things like membranes, or a net." I hurriedly admitted defeat and raised my hands at the bespectacled sister, who had a rather docile personality but would become very fanatical when it came to science. "Now tell us, how is our communication with the outside world?"
"All kinds of information transmitted outside the membrane are blocked, but the newly developed communication units and channels directly connected to Avalon can bypass these barriers. The efficiency of communication may have decreased, but it will not affect the flagship's work. "
This was good news. Sandora immediately ordered the two fleets that were waiting outside to station themselves. They would open up a working area in the Void, just like the Void Nodes created by the Protoss. They would use a powerful self-sourced information barrier and continuously absorb and modify the surrounding Void Domain to maintain a physical Void island. This technology originated from the Protoss, but after many improvements and transformations, it had now become a completely different thing from the Protoss Void Nodes, even though their purpose was to build a sentry post in the Void.
This would consume a lot of energy, so before we set off, we brought a lot of "Fortress" special service ships that were specially used to provide additional energy output for the entire fleet. This new spaceship was modified from the hull of a Borderland-class battleship. It removed 80% of the weapons, added an additional 30% shield strength, and 50% armor strength. It also carried three sets of hyperspace power supply units that could project energy to all friendly units within a radius of 2.5 light years. These round bellies of the spaceships were currently our most powerful psionic reactor, the legendary psionic well. Of course, they were miniaturized. Tawil had restored these technologies from the energy supply system of the battleship of the planet "Warsong" and applied them to the new spaceships. This could be considered one of the by-products of our great harvest in the world of Mobrador.
We picked and chose from ancient legacies, tinkering with the existing spaceships as if we were patching them up. Even though it sounded lame, it was undeniable that they were really effective. The current Empire's fleet was finally no longer the same as it was in the beginning, where there were only a few monotonous main spaceships, and the tactical flexibility was limited to the extreme. We had many special service ships or special tactical ships. Even if they were 2.0 spaceships modified from other older models, Sandora and I still treated them as treasures.
In fact, under my suggestion, Sandora even categorized these new-generation spaceships as T2 spaceships, just like the upgraded units of the Vengeance Fleet, meaning super evolution. I admit, the Bubble's incessant nagging had played a decisive role in the process …
The Empire General and PL-15 had reestablished a short-range connection, while the two Void reconnaissance ships that had lost contact with it were added to the communications channel. All ships entered stealth mode to prevent alarming the natives here — it seemed to be a superfluous move, because we soon realized that our ships were in a region that the natives could not observe, a chaotic zone that stuck close to the 'eggshell'.
Under the guidance of the Empire General's massive coordinates, the other three ships soon warped over. PL-15 was parked thousands of kilometers away from the flagship, ceaselessly releasing its probes, while Void reconnaissance ship 8355 first requested to enter the port for maintenance. From the surveillance screen on the bridge, Sandora and I were shocked to see that the ship had suffered serious damage. Two large parts of its midsection were missing, while its rear section had a tear that almost exposed its internal structure.
After questioning, we eliminated the possibility of it being attacked. It turned out that the moment it was' swallowed ', the spaceship had attempted to activate its pressurized void engine to leave the scene. However, the special properties of the' net 'caused the engine to be pushed out of this space after it was activated. It separated from the hull and left severe damage to the 8355 spaceship. Now, eighty percent of the crew of the 8355 spaceship had been transferred to the 8356 spaceship that came in later, leaving only twenty percent of the crew to maintain the normal operation of the severely damaged spaceship and drive it back to the Empire's Admiral's spaceport.
"There's no breach of regulations, but the ship is still almost non-functional. That captain is so unlucky."
This was Shadora's evaluation of the captain of the void reconnaissance spaceship. Although he would be exempted from punishment, he had still damaged a battleship of the dynasty. To any captain of the dynasty, damaging their own spaceship outside of the battlefield was not something glorious. Perhaps this captain would have to blame himself for a long time before he could get his next achievement.
"This space seems to be encased in an eggshell."
Big Sis said thoughtfully as she looked at the image PL-15 sent back.
"An eggshell the size of the solar system's gravitational boundary." Sandora enlarged a scan. "No wonder their star map only has a radius of one light year. Their world is really only that big … a wasteland."
Tawil's image appeared on the officer's platform, holding the Information Terminal that was almost as much a part of her as the glasses. "Your Majesty, the spatial model has been established. It's unexpectedly simple. This space is encased in a barrier with no thickness. The structure of the barrier is similar to a world barrier, having no thickness in the current dimension but a complex structure in higher dimensions. It contains the three elements of time, space, and law, but the three elements are in a state of chaos, preventing anything from leaving this place safely. The reason for this state of chaos is unknown. The effective radius of the barrier is less than 1.5 light years, even smaller than the gravitational radius of the capital star system (solar system). The stable space within the barrier is even smaller than that. No natural celestial bodies found in the stable space. According to simulations, this could be a world fragment formed after the end of the world in a vacuum zone of some universe. Many Empire starship wreckage found in the inner space, but the number is unknown. Finally, this structure — "
As Tawil spoke, she presented a holographic image before us. It looked like a sphere with many layers, and the second layer of the sphere was specially marked inwards.
"This is the zone between the barrier of this space and the inner space, with a thickness of 0.3 light years. This is where we are now. The space here is very chaotic, filled with high-intensity psionic radiation that can't dissipate for unknown reasons. It's visible to the naked eye."
Following Tarver's instructions, we turned to look at a surveillance image that showed the environment outside the spaceship. We discovered that the space outside the spaceship was filled with murky, grayish-black clouds. Bright blue lightning flashed through the grayish-black clouds, and every bolt of lightning was at least dozens of kilometers long.
"The energy concentration in this psionic area is extremely high. It's almost enough to recharge the spaceship's shield. There are at least two hundred Ravens bathing on the second platform. Oh, and they're playing beach volleyball with Arcane Missiles. Should we capture them?"
"… Let them be. If they really can't stand it, send a few scorpions over. They'll be back soon."
"I understand." Tawil saluted. "Also, this is the completed star map. This might be the simplest star map I've ever seen — at least in theory."
Indeed, this was probably the simplest star map we'd ever seen. It could even be said that this space was the simplest 'world' we'd ever seen, if it could really be called a world.
Sandora transferred the star map to the projection system on the military platform and opened another item.
It was the log that we retrieved from the 'Hope' spaceship that crashed on Mars. This log contained a navigation map with hundreds of coordinates. The navigation map's range was less than one light year, even smaller than the gravitational boundary of the sun. At that time, we were confused by the small size of the star map. But now, after Sandora overlapped the 'Hope' star map with the world model drawn by Tawil, we realized that the two maps matched seamlessly.
"The natives here used the broken spaceship that they pieced together from the ruins to explore their entire world. Then, they came to the conclusion that the universe was only one light year wide." Sandora began to mark some key points where the two maps overlapped. "That's not bad. Look here, in the star map that we obtained, all the coordinates near the border are marked with extremely dangerous footnotes. Now, the truth is out. These coordinates are all located where we are now, in this psionic storm zone that's about 0.3 light years thick. This psionic storm zone separates the 'outer shell' of the world from the stable inner space. I have no idea how the natives could travel in such an environment for so long … "
"Then, it looks like the natives were the ones who discovered these 'dangerous coordinates'." The big sister chuckled. "It's a pity that there's no new land at the end of the storm …"
We put aside the topic of how the natives used the Empire's warships that they picked up from the ruins to explore the edge of the world, as well as the extent of their knowledge of the world. The probes that PL-15 had released had collected enough images of the inner space. Now, we began to observe this' eggshell universe 'that had been sealed for 720,000 years with awe and curiosity.
Inconceivable, treacherous, mysterious, oppressive, and twisted. This world that we accidentally discovered very quickly brought us enough surprises, especially the piles of spaceship wreckages. Shallow Shallow and the others could not help but gasp at the horrific sight …
We had only seen it once after the Battle of the Great Nebula.
Countless warship wreckages were twisted, melted, and piled together. The irregular clusters of metallic floating islands formed the 'planets' in this celestial space. Perhaps it was the celestial bodies moving in a circular motion, or perhaps it was the massive gravitational force that had subtly changed the shape of the wreckages over hundreds of thousands of years. Three of the largest clusters of wreckages had even formed a celestial sphere. Of course, they were not regular.
The 'celestial bodies' formed by countless warship wreckages were unevenly distributed in the inner space, forming a 'galaxy' that was about the size of the solar system, but without a star or an orbital system. The signs of life were released from the wreckages, which meant that there were people on them. And among the wreckages, there were many obviously manned spacecrafts. These spacecrafts were oddly shaped, and most of them looked very old. We could tell that they were Empire -style components, and some of the more pleasant-looking spacecrafts still had a complete main body of an Empire warship, with many patches on them.
"I think I saw a garbage dump."
Icetis said bluntly. She chewed on the lollipop that she had just tricked from Jingle, her eyes gleaming with interest. "How did they make those scrap metals fly?"
"You have to believe in the quality of the Empire's creations." I shrugged and pointed at the DIY spacecrafts that were flying around on the screen. "Anything that was unloaded from an Empire spacecrafts, even a drum washing machine, could be used to colonize Mars."
"This is the strangest world I have ever seen. A ruin, a pile of wreckages, and apart from that, there is nothing else. And in such a place, there is still the spark of civilization." Sandora closed the screen on the officer's platform. "Looks like we have to make contact with this group. PL-15, stand by. We want to make contact with the natives here. "
"PL-15, understood."
The soldiers of Void Reconnaissance Ship 8355 had already observed the natives in this space. They had summarized the cultural patterns and the general knowledge needed for their daily lives. My sister and I noted it down with great interest. However, Liliana, the five Protoss Cops, and Miss Lin, who had no moral integrity, did not seem to be interested in studying the customs of the natives. Their expressions were joyful, and they were muttering in groups of threes and fives about very suspicious things. This led me to express my sincere concern for the peaceful life that the natives had maintained for 700,000 years before we departed. A few minutes later, the mighty First Family of the Empire, along with the Protoss Unscrupulous Organization, took a transport and left the mothership, heading towards the largest 'ruined planet' in the inner layer. Of course, to avoid attracting attention, we disguised our spaceship before we departed. Icetis used her brick to hit our transport from all directions to make it look like we had just saved the world. I felt that I needed to find time to have a good talk with this unreliable female gangster. You see, although I could not defeat her, at least in most situations, even someone like me had the moral high ground in front of her …
Soon, the panting transport arrived at our destination after a series of dizzying jolts. It was a 'planet' that was completely made up of twisted metal frames and shapeless battleship shells. We landed in a valley covered in a large pile of metal trash (actually, this was nonsense, because there was not a single inch of the planet that was not covered in metal trash). This valley looked like the amplification unit of a large spaceship's psionic recharging coil. The transport landed on an 'A' symbol protruding from the ground on the central axis of the amplification unit. Compared to the small and exquisite transport transport, the symbol was as wide as a real landing pad, which showed how large the spaceship's components were.
Of course, this magnificent spaceship's components had already turned into trash. Like many other similar pieces of trash, they were twisted and overlapped, forming a continuous ravine on the ground.
The moment we got off the transport, Poison Island couldn't help but vomit. She still wasn't used to this kind of exciting landing method. Accompanying her was Rhododendron Spp., who followed us out of boredom. That big fox might have recalled the experience of sitting on Uncle Zagu's broken airship in Mobrador. She threw up while frantically swinging her tail to alleviate her fear. I was worried that if this happened a few more times, it would leave a lifelong psychological scar on her, causing Rhododendron Spp. to develop a fear of anyone who built spaceships …
"I probably shouldn't have destroyed the spaceship's stabilization system."
Icetis scratched her head and looked at the rear half of the transport transport that had been completely dented by her brick. That was where the vector engine that maintained the ship's attitude was located. Of course, it was where the vector engine's wreckage was located. "I forgot that we still have mortals with us …"
"Don't worry about me …" Chestnut retched for a while. Then, she held onto her sister's shoulder and stood up straight. "This is … mm, very exciting. Do you usually land like this? "
"You know that today was an accident." I coughed awkwardly. "Fortunately, you went through a basic physical enhancement when you entered the academy. Otherwise, it would definitely be worse than now."
"The data shows that there is a human settlement one kilometer ahead." Sandora looked around and furrowed her brows. "The atmosphere here is really uncomfortable. Let's go."
Everyone agreed and set off in the direction that Sandora had pointed.
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