"Ah! The great dream awakens, a thousand years have passed in the world, what day is it today?"
Yan Ling, having had a good sleep, erged from the blanket, stretched lazily, and spoke dreamily. However... her appearance still resembled that of a fifty-year-old; the loli look had long expired.
Ti flies and never returns, an inch of ti is worth an inch of gold, yet an inch of gold can't buy an inch of ti. Even if one could regain youth, the price paid would far exceed the value of ti.
"Today is ×××× year × month × day, Sunday, lunar calendar ×× month twelve, severe cold, external temperature 34 degrees Celsius, wind force level 1, humidity 90%."
Chen Fei reported the lunar and weather data in a serious manner.
The No. 2 flagship was cruising near the equator in a windless zone, below lay the vast open ocean, occasionally dotted with small islands or rocks peeking above the sea level.
Currently, it was the rainy season; the air was damp even without rain, and the air conditioner inside the ship had not stopped for a mont, maintaining a comfortable 25 degrees Celsius and 60% humidity.
The monk beside them stood there wide-eyed like a stunned dog, wishing he could rush over and cover Chen Xiao'er's mouth full of nonsense.
He had personally seen the terror of S-Class supernatural power users, and just a few words could eradicate thousands of "Wormhole Cloud" instances instantaneously, leaving only those deliberately spared.
Such is the S-Class, even a thousand A-level individuals can't compare.
Chen Fei was courting death like this; with just one glance, he could be annihilated on the spot.
"Mmmm!~ Little Chen, how long did I sleep?"
Yan Ling didn't show any signs of wanting to get angry.
As an elder, how could she possibly argue with a junior!
"16 hours! Are you hungry? Want so stew, hotpot with white broth, hotpot with red broth, or a yuan-yang pot, or chaos stew?"
Chen Fei completely ignored the non-stop eye signals from Miyoshi Monk.
Always eating barbecue can cause inflammation; she was a little loli before, growing so it didn't matter much. Now that she's older, she should focus more on health; lasting a hundred years isn't necessary, but ensuring the quality of life and being disease-free is critical.
Emmmmm... it always feels sowhat awkward.
"Little brat, I haven't reached seventy or eighty years old yet!"
As people grow old, even their way of speaking changes. Yan Ling glared at Chen Fei angrily, exuding the authority of an elder.
Given their actual ages, skipping a generation wouldn't be unusual.
"So still barbecue?"
Chen Fei felt a bit embarrassed.
"Forget it, eating too much barbecue is boring, let's have a stew pot instead, chaos stew with lots of at."
Yan Ling then glanced at the two of them and scolded, "Get out, I need to change clothes!"
However, looking around, she seed to speak to the air, "Adam, turn off recording mode!"
Even when there's no one else in the room, the AI "Adam" is always monitoring every corner.
This ti, even Adam suffered.
After a mont, Chen Fei and Miyoshi were finally allowed back to the bridge.
Both were stunned simultaneously.
It truly is people depending on their clothes and Buddha depending on their gold; with a change of clothes, Yan Ling's entire deanor drastically transford. Initially, she was a cute loli; now, she was an elegant lady with significant aura, even wearing light makeup that made her seem a few years older.
Behind her, a two-ter-long floor hanger was placed, adorned with clothes from various age groups, clearly prepared well in advance.
Yan Ling nonchalantly said, "Not too bad, isn't it?"
"No, no, no, Benefactor Yan remains beautiful and charming, youthful as always..."
The monk shalessly flattered her, his reverence was like the water of the Fuchun River... (those who understand the river's water flow will get it).
One must say Miyoshi's flattering skills are top-notch, with transitions and climaxes, continually evolving and intensifying.
Yan Ling found it hard to repel Miyoshi Monk's shalessness; she cleared her throat and ca to the bridge window, sitting down and gazing into the distance, asking, "Where are we now?"
In the next second, a 3D holographic projection of an electronic map appeared before her.
Without waiting for Chen Fei's permission, the AI "Adam" proactively responded.
This dog AI is truly reliable!
If it had been another AI system's "Cybertrom" derivative, its runti wouldn't contain functions like "flattery" or "bootlicking."
"2400 kiloters from Midway Island, estimated arrival in about 4 hours."
"Adam" added a voice module and emotion module, making it sound almost like a human.
Coordinates: Northern latitude 25°46'10"N, Western longitude 171°44'06, centrally located in the Pacific, holding significant strategic importance.
Out of over three thousand "Wormhole Clouds," only this one remained, a random result.
S-Class supernatural power user Yan Ling was extrely cautious with her lifespan, each condition set required paying a corresponding price. Randomizing to Midway Island or deliberately setting it elsewhere made little difference to Blue Star Civilization.
Before the arrival of the No. 2 flagship and "Snow Mountain" large ard Magic Cube warship, multiple combat spaceships from other sovereignties had already arrived. Beneath the sea surface were magical beasts, occasionally hunting down the monsters entering the water, sealing off the island cluster strictly.
Adam: Discovered military spaceships, totaling 9, identified as large fire support ship "Yangquan," large transport replenishnt ship "Lake Redrock"...
Through the battlefield data link's friend-foe identification database, AI "Adam" marked these military spaceships' identities and serial numbers, mainly from three sovereignties. Two small spaceships ca from nearby minor sovereignties to join the fun, filling in the firepower blockade gaps.
A fishery combat ship floated on the sea surface; it was a ten-thousand-ton cold-painted destroyer with blue lettering "Fishery Law Enforcent 0199" emblazoned on its side. One wonders why the law enforcent ship was regulating in the Pacific Ocean, resembling an elentary school student's vigorous pursuit until arriving at his classmate's doorstep.
The fishery ship 0199 was bored doing real-world live-fire drills with its bow cannon, much to the dismay of the monsters on the small island.
Since the wormhole cloud above Midway Island opened, monsters continuously fell, crowding the island's land until no vegetation was visible, even the coastline was densely packed with monsters.
Any random shell falling could inflict serious casualties, with three to four monsters unable to dodge, blown into pieces.
Since it's a fishery ship, not a regular battleship, the gun barrel caliber wasn't large; nonetheless, after firing a few rounds, the island saw hundreds of monsters killed and over three hundred injured.
Flying monsters didn't stay on the island either, attempting to flee, only to be shot down by combat spaceships hovering in mid-air.
"Yangquan'' alone was enough to ensure no flying monster beca a survivor, with an ample supply of close-in defense intercept missiles.
When the No.2 flagship and "Snow Mountain" just arrived, a small combat spaceship faced the side of the island and a visible spell energy trajectory appeared, nurous fireballs surged out, falling on the island, causing explosions engulfing many monsters.
A mage unleashed Fourth Rank Human Order fire system spell "Falling Star Fla," at full power, shortly followed by a massive fiery tornado forming on the island, sweeping up hundreds of monsters.
Many terrestrial monsters could neither swim nor fly, facing aerial attacks, they couldn't resist or evade, leading to their demise.
This mont beca a grand display; the spellcasters aboard minor sovereignty's spaceship, who ca for entertainnt, cast spells one after another, seemingly intent on plowing every inch of the island.
Chen Fei asked, "Command Center, are there any other spaceships coming?"
"Nine more spaceships are scheduled to arrive, including six large transport ships."
The communicator promptly responded.
Blue Star Global United Defense Committee's intelligence was updated almost in real-ti, and any related information could be accessed imdiately, thanks to support from various sovereignties.
"There are too few combat ships, should we reinforce them? I happen to have an entire fleet of combat spaceships, requesting deploynt."
Chen Fei believed the remaining "Wormhole Cloud" would most likely be heavily focused on by parasitic species, even with the next batch of combat spaceships arriving, totaling over ten ships, the blockade firepower appeared inadequate.
"Firepower inadequacy fear" is a deeply ingrained symptom in every local person's bones, almost terminal from birth, with no cure.
"Huh?"
The communicator young lady stood frozen like a newbie freshly entering society.
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