Chapter 1167: Damaged Sector mory Vol. 1
This might just be the dying dream of a person.
This might be a story that once happened, just without proof.
Not yet the King of Godspeed, Haya Veight lowered his head, staring at the quantum hard drive in his hand, the most advanced storage device, his mind blank.
Yawgmoth Voigt had just inserted a quantum hard drive into the interface on Hartman’s prosthetic body, and then extracted the last three drives from Xiang Shan’s head for himself.
“Truly admirable, even if only the biological brain is left… No, perhaps your brain can also be considered an extraordinary case in the history of evolution?” The giant whispered on the public channel, “But now, humanity has already surpassed the history of evolution. Sotis, I do miss every drink we had in Saint Louis… Farewell, my friend.”
As he spoke, the giant twisted off the vertebra connecting the head to the torso and tore the signal line.
— Would that hurt?
Haya couldn’t help but wonder.
Yawgmoth carefully placed the head on the command console.
In that instant, the segnt of the spine twitched.
This section of the spine retained movent function. It seed there was a special motion structure here. But without the energy system, relying only on the transiently stored power in the capacitors, it probably couldn’t move for long.
The Lamark was falling towards Earth.
“There will be no more funerals after this. This is the last funeral of humanity,” said the Commander.
The aftershocks of battle had pierced through the bow. After this heavy warship falls into the atmosphere, the compressed and heated air will rush in. Without the seal of the tal skull, the fragile biological brain cannot withstand the high temperatures generated by entering the atmosphere.
This warship is his coffin. Earth is the crematorium of the first heroes.
Elsewhere on the bridge, many components with vector injectors flew up from below the bridge, and built-in components also popped out from various parts of the giant’s body. Soon, those components combined behind the giant, forming a pair of flying wings.
Bright red wings, dazzling like fresh blood.
Hartman’s prosthetic body opened up, ejecting cylindrical core components — only including parts of the brain and computation center.
At this mont, Xiang Shan’s head stopped moving.
The eyes on the head had been rolling incessantly, as if looking for sothing. But on the command console, at the blasted gap, his gaze stopped. It settled on Earth.
Yawgmoth followed his gaze. Half of the infinite starry sky, half of the blue Earth, with the horizon of the land as the boundary.
On the land, scattered lights still remained.
What a beautiful planet.
Yawgmoth lowered his gaze. He warned himself not to be captivated by the light. That is sothing that must be buried with old history.
Despite its beauty.
He softly said, “You will return to dust, and we… will reach the Other Side.”
“Zhuan Leibin, protect Hartman. Go to the Linnaeus!”
Everyone turned and left, only Haya still staring at the unprotected head.
Yawgmoth turned back, his tone slightly severe, “Haya, at this point, are you choosing another path? In this situation?”
Zhuan Leibin tightened his body, shielding Hartman’s brain, retreating slowly. He knew that this nominal ally was almost as terrifying as that insurmountable person. If he suddenly changed sides at this mont…
Yawgmoth asked again, “Haya, what are you thinking now?”
Haya remained silent.
The officers, later called “Kings,” silently gripped their weapons.
Suddenly, Haya vented his anger by throwing his weapon to the ground, turned around, and stord past the future War God King and Heavenly God King, leaving directly.
At this mont, Xiang Shan’s eyes were fixed on the planet. He had already forgotten his own na. Pursuing the ultimate in technology and martial arts too much led him to transfer most of his mories into the hard drives.
He forgot who he was, forgot why he was here.
While marveling at Earth’s beauty, his mind began the final calculation.
In the instant the hard drive was separated, he read its contents for the last ti and temporarily stored them as short-term mory. The brain seed to be trying to convert it into long-term mory, but this activity could only occupy a minimal amount of resources now.
He was trying to save himself.
This naless man finally retrieved the structural plans of the Emperor Shitian-class battleship and the details of his battlefield from the last battle from mory. He knew he was plumting towards Earth, and that the warship would soon collide with the atmosphere, and he would be incinerated by ionized air.
He must save himself.
Cooling system…
The “auxiliary cooling system” of the bridge and main server depends on air circulation. In this warship, where all soldiers don’t need much air, the only purpose of the airflow is to provide cooling for the lower-level soldiers.
There are two ventilation ducts that penetrate through the inertial compensation structure of the Emperor Shitian-class battleship’s bridge, piercing through a thick layer of shock-absorbing material.
That would be safe.
— Must move there…
— Without hands or feet…
The remaining power in the capacitors would completely deplete within ten minutes.
The high-energy density capacitors accumulate power and release it quickly, forming the basis of “release energy” in Martial Arts. Superior capacitors support the technique of release energy to unleash destructive force instantly. However, capacitors capable of rapid power release cannot store energy for long terms.
But… the descent has already begun…
Soone… launched from the Moon… so enemy, just to avoid that person’s… Inner Strength…
Maintain a light-second distance, also trying to use Earth as a shield…
It’s very close to Earth here… the descent has already begun…
Only minutes away from the black barrier…
The opening location…
Remaining energy…
The way to move…
The man could only choose to maneuver with the half-severed spine. His brain was rapidly generating new control modules.
With his unparalleled mastery of Martial Studies, there was a glimr of hope.
He could control himself for two final moves.
Within these two moves, he must enter the ventilation shaft.
The ventilation shaft blasted open by his own large-caliber weapon…
No… not at all…
Two steps are not enough…
No matter how calculated, it’s not enough…
The energy allocated for “path calculation” was quickly diminishing. He even had to let the brain take on most of the tasks. The human brain had a narrow advantage in “energy saving.”
No…
It’s dood…
— But… I’ve done my best… in this life…
——I can finally rest in peace…
——Can I really rest in peace now?
In that instant, a clutter of thoughts arose in the man’s mind.
——Am I truly satisfied?
——Can I really be content?
——With just this little achievent?
——Compared to the whole world?
The man even felt the urge to cry. Even if he was unwilling, what could he do?
Explosion. It might be the damage left from his continuous battles, or perhaps a bomb he had planted. Anyway, an explosion occurred inside the Emperor Shitian-class warship. In the weightless environnt, the man’s head was tilted by the explosion, changing direction.
Earth drifted away from the corner of his eye.
But at that mont, the man saw sothing he theoretically shouldn’t have seen there.
——What is that? That tal stuck in the ground…
Sothing that wasn’t there just a mont ago.
It was a weapon, with a long handle.
Calculations completed in an instant.
There’s hope.
This is a “point of leverage.”
By leveraging this point, he could jump into the pipeline.
——It’s possible…
The remnants of his spine slightly arched, the severed end sweeping over the command deck, swaying as he bumped into the tal structure.
About fifty seconds to enter the blackout zone. The superheated atmosphere would turn this place into an incinerator.
The man’s head floated weightlessly in space for fifteen seconds.
——Don’t rush…
The remaining bone hooked onto the middle section of the combat spear, his head rotated to change direction.
——Now!
The small capacitors attached to the outside of his spine released all their electrical energy in an instant, and his spine flicked. His head spun counterclockwise in mid-air. The remaining spine rotated a full circle, ramming into the middle section of the long spear from the opposite direction.
The final exertion.
With a crisp tallic sound, the movent structure, along with the spine itself, shattered in mid-air, and the man’s head darted into the ventilation duct like a rabbit into a burrow.
The electrical energy was completely exhausted.
Even the parts maintaining cellular vitality were spent.
The warship began to shake violently. The atmospheric density was already high enough.
The man’s head continued to roll, repeatedly hitting the inner walls of the pipeline. Amidst these collisions, he faintly saw the bright light behind him.
A small amount of scorching air entered this section of the pipeline. The remaining electronic components gradually lted under the high temperature.
But it was only a small amount of air.
Although the energy density of this air wasn’t low, its overall mass wasn’t much.
——I can… survive…
The man thought this way.
——mory loss… huge issue… possibly…
——Perhaps there’s a backup… maybe… by asking others, along with logical reasoning, I can reconstruct the social network…
——Correct… an acceptable outco…
——Perhaps they will soon… find…
His consciousness gradually sank into the abyss.
——This battle isn’t… over…
Perhaps it was the last realization.
Or perhaps it was the reflection of soone recollecting a story in dreams.
——Ah… you cannot go on like this, Haya…
——Hesitation is the worst choice for an individual… you won’t feel pride, nor redemption because of this…
——You are dood…
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This is a detail rarely noticed in history.
When the Second Martial God was born, the King of Godspeed was the first among the Protector faction to believe the news.
However, Haya Veight ultimately did not receive the miracle he was truly waiting for.
The King of Godspeed’s combat spear was recovered by the army two months after the warship’s fall. The Hero Faction lost control over Earth following Xiang Shan’s fall.
On the warship’s bridge, everything that could be utilized by the heroes needed to be dismantled or destroyed.
No one found the depths of the ventilation duct. This system was not a crucial part of the entire warship, nor did it contain any advanced equipnt.
Later, so heroes ca to cherish the earliest martial arts heroes.
But no one ever found the head deep in the ventilation duct.
As the high-value components were dismantled, this place was gradually forgotten.
Fifty years later, the cities around the crash site were buried under sand and dust, even as ruins.
The great extinction of the biosphere made the climate lose its mildness. The wild winds that raged across the central plains were regarded as natural disasters, hindering the progress of the ancient civilizations that originally inhabited here and causing hardship for the settlers who aid to colonize the area. Without vegetation to anchor the soil, terrifying storms beca a daily occurrence.
A hundred years later, a new city… no, it should be called a “ga-building and surrounding shantytowns” appeared nearby. The people there had mostly forgotten the events of a century ago.
The city would transfer garbage to surrounding settlents. In the wilderness, craftsn would forge low-quality components.
The warship from a century ago was viewed as a special “ore vein.” However, for the poor, spaceship components were even less useful than rich ores—the majority of the tals on the warship were too difficult to process. Materials that couldn’t be processed were not suitable materials.
One hundred thirty years later, the chaos incited by the Eighth Martial God led several oblivious civilians to flee the city.
They ca to this landfill and established a new settlent. To them, the Emperor Shitian-class space battleship was rely a natural part of the junkyard—it was the most difficult garbage to process and occasionally a place to find treasure.
Youngsters, hoping to find their fortune, began to dismantle every screw they could find.
Until two hundred years later, a child went treasure hunting along the pipeline.
The story finally began.
[Volu Six, Firebird, End]
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