Catherine hadn't relaxed so much in a long ti.
For as long as she could rember, life was like a wicked dog, always chasing after her butt. Every day had to be trembling with fear, and every night he could not fall asleep peacefully. Especially after being captured by the king snake for several days, Catherine did not close her eyes. When he was too sleepy, he used a sharp stone to cut a hole in his hand, using pain to resist the Sleeping Demon.
Even after being taken away by Russen, there would always be a dagger on the pillow every night that could be caught at any ti. After she beca a general, the dagger was replaced with a scorpion spear. She, who was insecure, had never felt relieved like this. Soaked in the nutrient solution, the corner of her mouth unconsciously pulled out an arc, and then she seed to suddenly realize sothing. She frowned, and a mont later, her eyes suddenly opened.
For a mont, Catherine didn't know where she was. It wasn't until he saw the top of the repairing machine that he rembered that his predecessor had fainted in the dical room of the enemy ship, and then he thought of Alan. But then, he was relieved. Since he was in the repair machine, needless to say, Alan must have let her in.
At this ti, the repairing machine began to discharge nutrient solution, and the screen of the brain indicated that the repairing had been completed. Then the top lid opened, Catherine gently removed the sensor from her body and stepped out of the repairing machine. The calf that landed on the ground, the nutrient liquid flowed down the smooth muscles, outlining a curve that was enough to turn a man into a wild beast. Catherine did not mind her body being exposed to the air. She even hoped that Alan could appreciate her vibrant body.
However, it was not Alan's burning gaze that greeted him, but a towel. Catherine caught it and hid the shocking scene. She wiped her body with a towel and saw Alan staring at her tactical board. This is outrageous. Every beautiful woman can't tolerate such neglect, especially when they show their pride. Catherine snorted, but in the next mont, she was stunned.
When did she subconsciously want to attract the attention of this man? Was this still Catherine the Reaper?
When Alan heard her dissatisfied voice, he raised his head and apologized, "I was too absorbed in it. How do you feel?"
Catherine's heart thumped a few tis, and she hurriedly turned her face away, not wanting Alan to see her awkward appearance. She stamred, "Very good. I absorbed high-grade Titan's Origin Energy to replenish my consumption, but there are too many impurities in it. It looks like it should be completely expelled now, so I'm fine."
"Don't do this in the future. It's too dangerous to absorb Origin Energy that hasn't been converted." Alan shook his head.
"I see." Whispered Catherine, suddenly feeling how she had beco so low-spirited. He imdiately raised his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Sothing strange. I want to know what this mothership does." Ellen shook her tactical board. "You downloaded sothing from the system on the mothership. There's sothing else besides the previous floor plan. I was bored to flip through it and saw sothing interesting."
"What is it?" Catherine was intrigued. She walked over and picked up the clothes that were lying on the ground. "Turn around," he said, blushing slightly.
Ellen found it strange that they had an affair that day in the depths of Frost Star due to the influence of the Crystal Python's body fluids. At that ti, Catherine was not so easily shy. On the contrary, she even fought him head-on and ended the other kind of battle with absolute victory. But now, she didn't even dare to change her clothes in front of him. Although indecent assault was a quality that every gentleman should possess, Alan felt that she had changed a little.
In the end, he did as Catherine said. Soon after, the sound of clothes on ca from behind him. This sound caused him to be unable to concentrate. His eyes stared at the tactical board, but his head involuntarily described the scene of a group of girls changing clothes according to the intensity, frequency, and nature of the sound. This was the first ti Alan hated his senses for being so sharp, but he could do nothing about it.
A mont later, Catherine wrapped her well-gripped calf in her military boots, and her bearing changed again, returning to the female general who had been galloping on the battlefield. She walked back to Ellen's side, bringing with her a bit of savagery as she reached out and lifted the tactical board from Ellen's hand. Alan didn't expect her to make such a move, and the tactical board imdiately changed hands. However, he thought about it carefully and couldn't see Catherine's movents clearly.
Although the alert was at its lowest in front of her, it didn't make any sense that she didn't even know how Catherine had succeeded. It could be said that Alan didn't react until the tactical board disappeared. If Catherine hadn't stabbed him with a tactical board, would she have discovered it after she had been stabbed? Thinking of it this way, it was unknown if Catherine had improved, or if she had already concealed her strength, or if she had both?
Catherine said casually as if she knew what he was thinking. "Is there anything strange about it? We so-called experts are mostly able to react to enemy attacks because of the killing intent on our opponents. I didn't want to write about you just now, so you naturally don't notice anything strange about it."
"Without killing intent?" Alan seed to have discovered sothing, so he began to ponder. Catherine looked at the tactical board and saw that the two of them were doing their own things. The atmosphere instantly beca a little strange. A mont later, Alan sighed and said, "I lived with a pack of wolves when I was young. Snow wolves always hide patiently and look for opportunities when they hunt their prey." Only when they attacked did their prey beco alert. This allowed the snow wolves to succeed many tis. This was the nature of the wolves, and it was also their natural ability. They were excellent hunters, and not only would they restrain their auras, they would even have their killing intent. I have lived with them for five years, but it is only now that I have discovered the essence of their hunting. "
"It's not too late to know," Katherine smiled. "Besides, it's easy to know. It's easy to release your killing intent, but it's not that simple to release it. But if you can only reveal your killing intent the mont before you attack, then unless your level is much higher than yours, you'll be invincible in the sa level."
"It's not easy, but I finally know the direction of my efforts. This is not bad either." Ellen smiled. If he could not let out his killing intent, then his opponent would not be able to sense it. In fact, if he could swing his saber and restrain his sharpness, even if his opponent were to face him head-on, it would be impossible to predict the direction and angle of his saber blade. At that ti, how would he defend against this untraceable saber?
But Alan still had a long way to go to reach that height. He retracted his excitent and looked at Catherine, "Well, did you find anything?"
"You should be referring to these sketches, right?" Catherine laid the tactical board flat on the ground and opened a few blueprints on the screen. It was a sketch of the designs of several kinds of machines, aside from the others. The first sketch listed by Catherine was a conceptual map of a mothership. From the looks of it, the shape of the mothership was 70% similar to the one they were currently on. There were quite a few descriptions in foreign languages, as well as so important parts of the mothership, and so on.
Ellen nodded and said, "That's right. Look at this mothership on the blueprint. It's very similar to the one we're on right now. Look at these nail barbs and faces. And then look at this "
He stretched out his hand and another blueprint appeared on the screen. It was still a mothership, but the spikes and mask had been removed and so new equipnt had been installed. "What do you think they look like?" Ellen pointed at the devices.
Catherine looked at it and suddenly said, "Engine?"
However, he shook his head and said, "No, the mothership doesn't need so many engines."
"No, I think it's just like you said, so engines. Look here " He pulled out a third blueprint, which was a partial map of the starship engine. "The mothership has now been modified and the engines are clearly independently manufactured and can be used for later installations," Allen said. "And here, the modified mothership has sothing in addition to its own engines."
Allen called back the second sketch of the mothership, in which there were so huge grooves on the mothership. Alan looked up at Catherine and said, "If the engine components can be assembled, can the mothership also be assembled on sothing? I think these grooves should be so kind of joint."
Catherine was stunned. "According to what you said, this mothership is also part of so kind of machine. In that case, how big would that machine be? And what would it be?"
"Then I don't know, after all, you download very limited information. But I guess assuming that the mothership is part of so kind of machine, it's probably working as a propeller or sothing like that. And don't you think these late-stage engines can help you adjust your direction? Soone wants to convert the mothership into a sophisticated propeller. "
Catherine was speechless. How big was the thing that needed to be propelled by the mothership? After all, the hull of this mother ship was already a thousand ters long!
"I always feel like I'm involved in sothing big. I hate this feeling." Catherine said, then casually flipped through the other blueprints. The remaining drawings had nothing to do with the mothership. Two of them were about so sort of complex ring-shaped device, and Catherine could not tell what it was with her knowledge. The other drawings were similar to electronic circuits, and to Catherine, they were more like ghost talismans.
"We should go find Belmond and the others," Allen said.
Catherine rembered that it had taken her and Alan more than an hour to repair their injuries. Not to ntion an hour, even a minute was enough for a lot of things to happen. After all, this was the territory of the enemy. Catherine ntioned the Scorpion Spear Snake Sickle, "I hope your friends won't be caught."
"If that's the case, then I can only consider killing their commander." Alan said calmly, but there was no trace of joking in his eyes.
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