Chapter 1179: Chapter 695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_2 Chapter 1179: Chapter 695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_2 A gigantic transport ship, about two hundred kiloters long, slowly turns around, extending two gigantic wings with a width of thousands of kiloters. Gently flapping the wings, it drifts towards a satellite orbiting the tal Planet nearby.
The satellite has a diater of nearly a thousand kiloters, so visually, it does not appear as large as the transport ship.
As the distance between the two continuously narrows, the gigantic transport ship swiftly folds its wings, while a circular vortex-like hole opens at one side of the satellite.
With a booming rumble, dust scatters in the vacuum environnt, and the giant ship plunges into the satellite’s surface, half-buried inside, completing the docking with it.
The tail of the giant ship slowly unfolds like a flower petal, dumping a mountainous pile of tal particles in all directions.
A transverse fan in the middle of the giant ship starts rotating.
A vast amount of tal particles, like floating dust, rises and drifts.
With lower gravity, the tal particles scatter in mid-air, flying far away and forming extrely smooth parabolic trajectories.
The force of the transverse fan is controlled just right.
About several hours later, most of the tal particles are evenly distributed across the surface of the satellite.
The transverse fan stops rotating.
At the sa ti, the beetles that previously collected resources in outer space fly out from the Main Ship again, changing their shape, quickly combining, and turning into truck-like vehicles with vacuum cleaner attachnts at the rear. They start collecting the tal particles dispersed evenly on the satellite’s surface and transport them to one tower-shaped lting furnace after another.
Inside the towers, these tal dust particles will be refined into whole chunks of specific tals according to the needs, eting the daily production and life requirents of the Glenoid Tribe living in the tal Planet below.
“Captain, when do we start?”
A faint quantum consciousness speaks silently within a seemingly insignificant tal particle, only 1 milliter in diater.
“Don’t worry, let’s wait for Sophie Lee and Ponkt to finish analyzing the beetle’s technology first. Our first target for imitation will be these beetles.”
“Alright. Sophie Lee, keep up the good work!”
“Edgar, don’t bother . I’m busy. Shut up!”
“Alright.”
This tiny tal particle, resembling a grain of sand, currently houses the Flying Tiger Team’s cockpit, who are participating in the Empire’s military competition finals hosted in the Third Front. In so sense, the team mbers had already beco active-duty soldiers.
Thirty nanoter ultra-micro robots controlled remotely by Whole Brain Connection surround the sand-like particle.
The technology of these ultra-micro robots cos from the Hard Sun III Galaxy and is being applied to the entire military competition for the first ti.
Although the robots are extrely small, they represent the pinnacle of human technology, combining various functions such as remote control and high-energy simulations into one.
This is the first ti humans have fitted an all-purpose high-performance chip into a nanoter-level device.
Despite their small size, these ultra-micro robots have the potential to perform just as well as large combat machines in integrated special warfare functions. They just need ti to gather external resources, perform biomitic infiltration, and expand their capabilities bit by bit to unleash their true power. This makes them the perfect choice for remote intervention in the Third Front.
Nearly five million ultra-micro robots controlled by 160,000 advanced group competition teams have mostly been disguised as usable space debris and brought onboard the satellites by the beetles.
The mission of the advanced group mbers participating in the 3007 military competition is to use these new pieces of equipnt to infiltrate the highly important tal Planet that serves as the core hub in the Iron Wall Chain Array and take complete control of it.
The previous raid operation was, in fact, a ruse designed to provoke a reaction – pretending to stage an impossible surprise attack, the real aim was to deliver millions of human-controlled, high-tech special operative devices onto the tal Planet.
The Flying Tiger Team was lucky, not being accidentally hurt during the previous raid.
However, so unlucky teams hadn’t even entered the novice village before being eliminated prematurely.
But this outco was not purely determined by luck; every team had ample preparation ti during the fleet’s journey to pick a hiding spot on the Intelligent Warship.
So teams chose the inner walls of the warship’s central intelligence chamber, thinking it would be the safest place. But it turned out to be the primary target for the opposing forces, and they were wiped out when the enemy units that broke in threw high-explosive shock grenades.
Others chose the ejection port of the dium Engine, thinking they could blend into the particles ejected from the engine during combat and be blown away into hiding. But the warship was suddenly attacked by a large enemy ship’s cannon from behind, leaving them out of the competition.
Nico Ross, risking danger in his military tactics, had adjusted the tal particles under Flying Tiger Team’s control to the very front of the Intelligent Warship’s scaling cannon.
As the two cooperating enemy units pulled the Grand Unified Force Cutting Line together, the entire scaling cannon was neatly severed. The Flying Tiger Team, which was attached to the edge of the cannon’s muzzle, beca an insignificant piece of useless debris along with the broken cannon, and successfully survived until now.
There were also other unlucky ones who chose to hide inside the shells of hyper-core neutron kinetic rounds. Although they successfully disembarked the ship, the Glenoid Tribe seed unable to utilize the material of the hyper-core neutron shells. The beetles never collected them. By now, those unlucky teams’ mbers stare at each other, helpless. The tal particles they belonged to were still floating in space, alone, uncertain where they would end up but definitely out of the competition.
Ti passes slowly. It isn’t until three days later, when the Flying Tiger Team’s tal particle cockpit is about to be sent into a tower-shaped lting furnace, that Sophie Lee finally completes her comprehensive analysis of the chanical beetles.
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