The entire cockpit was surrounded by magic power as if it were tangible. This magic power was extrely abundant, slowly solidifying into a golden liquid, engulfing Tilan. In such a high concentration and active state of magic power, even a simple thought could trigger violent extraordinary effects. For example, what originally could only ignite a candle with a small spell could now transform into flas blasting for hundreds of ters.
In such an environnt...
Tilan had never felt her mind so clear, her thoughts so agile, as if previously, due to insufficient energy supply, her performance had not fully manifested. Just by a re change of thought, the consciousness of hundreds in the research institute was scanned by her, and she knew the emotions and vague thoughts in everyone’s hearts.
It wasn’t just this. As her thoughts and perceptions continued to extend, she sensed the positions of hundreds of thousands of people in the entire base. She even ’saw’ a staff mber in a kitchen corner sneaking a bite, feeling extraordinarily good while humming a little tune.
The lives and work of hundreds of thousands of people appeared in her mind like high-definition films. She vaguely felt that at this mont, she could simultaneously connect to the consciousnesses of all these people, converse with each, even influence their actions, and sense their moods and reactions.
Trying to take a deep breath to suppress the desire for knowledge in her heart, Tilan composed her mind and began to focus on changes in space-ti aspects.
The previously vague perception of space-ti also beca clear at this mont. Under normal circumstances, people can’t see the curvature of space. In the universe, black holes are rare existences that can warp space. There, space collapses toward the center of the black hole, and anything will slide into it involuntarily.
The space-ti here was stable, or rather, the special structure in the space maintained the stability of the Star Domain, preventing external interference. Following the source of this structure, Tilan saw the fortress-like planet in the Floral Crown Star Domain.
As the legacy of the glorious era’s chanical Council, this planet indeed had special traits. No wonder it was chosen as the Federation Capital. If such a hyperspace defense network were activated, relying solely on the Starship’s power to advance from the outer star system to the fortress city would take at least ten years.
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Half an hour later, Tilan finished the test, gradually diminishing the magic power, and subsequently, the liquefied Aijieka Particles in the cockpit dissipated as well.
Upon exiting the cockpit, Tilan felt as if she had descended from so sort of elevated state, becoming extrely weak. In fact, she was just the sa as usual, perfectly fine. It could only be said that she was too powerful during that ti, resulting in so kind of illusion.
No wonder people say piloting a cha is addictive. Used to such a powerful state, returning to reality indeed creates a sense of difference.
"How are you feeling, Miss Hecate." Even before Tilan completely returned to the laboratory, several researchers and doctors rushed to the cha hangar, looking at her with eagerness, tension, excitent, and concern.
"Seems like nothing’s the matter." Tilan thought for a mont and replied, tilting her head slightly.
"Wow! I can’t believe it." The previously elegant and calm researcher was now grabbing his hair, extrely excited, as if endless joy awaited release.
"Hecate! You’re just..pletely...indescribable." Another tall researcher beside him was too agitated to organize his language.
"You actually sat in there for half an hour without any fatigue." Finally, soone stated the reason.
"Huh?" Tilan didn’t understand. Was there sothing special about this? She usually trained for several hours.
"The power of the training machine is much less, never even at full capacity. Even skilled elite cha pilots wouldn’t always run the magic furnace at maximum power, only in the most crucial battles."
"Generally speaking, an elite cha at 40 million mana power that fights at full power for 5 minutes is already piloted by soone with extrely strong will and robust physique. At full power for 8 minutes, there’s a risk of fainting. If stimulants are added for 10 minutes, there’s a risk of neural collapse and ntal disorder. During normal navigation and low-intensity combat, running at 30% power is sufficient."
"It’s like soone can jog for a long ti, but sprinting at full speed for just a minute makes you feel muscle soreness, lactate buildup, and unbearable. Superior pilots are adept at allocating their full power ti, always finding gaps to alleviate the neural and will pressure in battles rather than recklessly going all out."
Originally, they planned to test for three minutes before asking Tilan to stop. Unexpectedly, she maintained a good status throughout, with a clear consciousness and no abnormalities. Reluctantly, they watched her continue the experintal operations until after half an hour, fearing any accidents or irreversible sequelae, they interrupted the test.
"A miracle, simply a miracle. Indeed so extrely rare genius drives this world. I used to think it was slowly accumulated over ti, but reality is so illogical." A researcher’s worldview underwent a revolutionary change.
"Cough, cough." Tilan actually didn’t agree with this statent, though it seed a bit boastful if she said it herself, so she finally chose to remain silent, her mouth slightly open.
"That concludes today’s testing. We must go all out, analyzing today’s experintal data. We appreciate Miss Hecate’s participation." The head, agitated, wanted to shake hands with Tilan. Worried by his frantic appearance, the girl subtly evaded.
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