Capítulo 1184: Chapter 1184: Problems with the Living Environnt?
“Safely crossed the critical point, the ship has entered the Energy Storm Zone, and the security control level inside the ship has been restored to normal.”
With the steady announcent from the mainfra, we left the Abyss Gate, which was once regarded as a Deep Dive Port by the Old Empire, embarking on the path to et up with the main fleet. Since there wasn’t much left that required personal attention, everyone simply stayed in the laboratory. Work in the lab paused briefly at the critical point and has now resud, with technicians busy establishing dialogue with the ancient autonomous machine, while we are busy watching them establish dialogue.
This ancient autonomous machine, with tens of thousands of years of history and incredible experiences, is now the focus of everyone’s attention. I even think its deeds could be written into the Imperial Military Academy textbooks: despite being a cheap device unaware of its own “self”, it has achieved feats on par with the finest soldiers. Without this autonomous machine’s lonely efforts for tens of thousands of years, the universe’s last fragnts might have long vanished into the Void, making today’s harvest sothing we wouldn’t even dare think about.
“It truly makes feel reverence, a robot with such loyalty,” Bingdisi murmured, “loyalty” being perhaps the highest praise coming from her.
“Ah Jun, how are we planning for its future?” Qianqian, swaying one foot incessantly, seed particularly concerned about the autonomous machine full of pipelines undergoing system checks, “Should it be considered? A veteran? A decorated retired personnel? A citizen? Or sothing else? Feels like having accomplished sothing so remarkable, it should be rewarded.”
“How to arrange…” I mused, my gaze suddenly falling on the adjacent data terminal, smiling slightly, “Alright, it seems it has already made a choice — look there.”
The terminal adjacent displayed the words spoken by the ancient autonomous machine after establishing connection: “System self-test completed, reset completed, confird recipient in place, uploading work status… Work status upload complete. All systems normal, request to return to working position.”
“For such an autonomous machine, perhaps continuing to work is the best reward,” I smiled slightly, “After returning, hand it over to Gaia. Gaia has swarms of autonomous machines and is almost their mother; I trust Gaia knows how to take care of such ‘children’.”
“Yes, as you command.” The lab head beside responded with a solemn salute.
Overall, our harvest this ti was really substantial, information on the Old Empire’s Deep Dive project has always been a scarce resource for us, whether it’s technical materials or operational details from the era of deep diving, they are sure to excite Taville for days. Especially with the discovery regarding EN-166, indicating significant progress in solving one of the current major mysteries — the origins of the Fourth Civilization and its relation to the Old Empire. The bridging operation ultimately proved to be synchronized with “Other Shore” Civilization, and the entire Deep Dive plan might revolve around “Bridge Building”. The Old Empire and Other Shore Civilization engaged in multiple attempts at dialogue, definitely having found so thod for exchanging information: though such exchanges might have been untily, it’s obvious both parties exchanged so information. Moreover, Other Shore Civilization sent a stone to the Old Empire, appearing like ordinary space minerals, yet EN-166 likely contains deeper significance. We’ve collected a large amount of weathered dust from the workstation, so of which has been sent to the materials analysis lab for preliminary testing, revealing missing physical properties, or incompatible components with the Order World, strongly indicating EN-166 fragnts intermixed within. Therefore, one of the greatest gains this ti was several hundred kilograms of sand — although they left Xiao Xue upset for half a day, muttering ‘most annoying dad’ until we returned ho.”
Another gain was the set of original suppression towers from the Old Empire, surely advancing our Deep Dive technology further, following the prototype ship. The New Empire harvested another batch of original equipnt, albeit less valuable than the Deep Dive ship, still a pleasant surprise. I estimate if the Fallen Apostle knew, they’d willingly exchange a fleet to seize these from us.
The small fleet, composed of three Scientific Research Ships and auxiliary vessels, smoothly left the world remains, soon returning to the bridge of the Imperial Admiral. Everything outside appeared normal, the Fallen Apostle didn’t erge to sabotage: such a successful operation caught us off guard.
I’ve grown accustod to those rascals erging every so often to stab us…
Shaking my head slightly, I temporarily set aside the troubles with Fallen Apostle, casually scanning the area when a nearly forgotten figure appeared before :
At the communicator platform of the bridge officer stood a young man excitedly gesturing, clad in splendid, flashy war armor. Behind a face worthy of a world’s wealth, he animatedly conversed with the communicator, yet no sound ca through: I suddenly recalled having shielded him and the communicator within a soundproof field.
“Still talking…” Qianqian cautiously clung to my arm, inching backward, whispering as if afraid of attracting the penguin-rap machine’s attention before us.
Staring in disbelief at the scene ahead, I nudged beside the Father God: “So, Xingchen, we’ve been out nearly a day… have you tried testing how long this guy can talk?”
Father God twitched his lips: “Would you dare test it? Find anyone who dares?”
“…True, let’s stop him.”
Father God shrugged, stepping forward to tear down the soundproof field, imdiately unleashing the Supre Dragon God’s endless tirade: “…that was the tastiest thing I’ve eaten, the people of that world use a plant called Eco Grass to extract juice, fernt it for at cooking, adding only salt, producing sothing so delectable—Oh, speaking of salt, in so places it’s usable like currency, you can exchange salt for goods — let tell you about several common currency histories, concerning currency, we must ntion history, my mory of having a great historian as a believer, who is particularly adept at at stew… Do you know the 496 thods of stewing at? One must use an iron vessel… Hmm, Father God, you’ve returned? Great, I was at the exciting part, let’s go from the beginning, starting six hundred thirty million years ago during that expedition… Wait! No… Boss, what are you doing… wait, let go of ! What did I do wrong! Why am I… sob sob sob…”
Father God casually shoved the Supre Dragon God into a light-cage shimring with brilliance, carefully layering soundproof barriers, handing it to the Secondary God beside: “Take it, cast a layer of Star Gold Stone outside, bury it at the bottom of Aronia Lake.”
The Secondary God hesitated, revealing a struggle as if finding the treatnt too harsh, doubting the Supre Dragon God would be interred at the lake’s bottom for eternity, hesitatingly seeking Father God’s confirmation: “Master, buried so shallow, might he erge prematurely?”
I: “…” This is the power of adding insult to injury! Previous insults were nothing; true injury is pushing them down and dumping barrel after barrel of King Water?!
“Can’t you dig deeper, just don’t pierce through the continent.” Father God waved, signaling such a simple matter needn’t be reported, then shrugged awkwardly at : “Sorry, shouldn’t have brought him before departure, mainly Brilliant Divine Court insisted strongly.”
I instantly resonated, unable to resist glancing at the fleet dispatch list, where a majestic national face glead brilliantly, feeling deeply: “Understandable, we also have one whose colleagues insisted be brought along.”
“Huh… haha,” Father God chuckled awkwardly, “I feel much balanced now…”
“Hey, Er Fengzi, alive?” Approaching the communication platform, the equipnt still on, yet displaying not a commander’s visage but a silver-white sphere: The War Song, as the AI of a warship, the daft mainfra’s portrait was, of course, an egg.
“Um, then?” The communicator on the opposite side dryly responded.
I: “? What did you say?”
“Um, then?” The daft voice echoed endlessly, like a repeating loop.
I: “…Automatic reply?”
“Um, then?”
Everyone: “…”
I felt an urge to laugh and cry, signaling Visca, who promptly sprang over. The cat-eyed loli kicked the communicator with force, shouting: “Hey! Deputy Officer!”
“Hmm, and then… Ah!? The General’s voice! General, you’re back!?” With this surprised exclamation, the silver-white planet battleship icon on the communicator imdiately lit up, as if it had co back from the dead, “Did that idiot leave?”
“I thought it was an automatic reply,” I chuckled, “Were you brainwashed into a conditioned reflex?”
The other side of the communicator fell eerily silent; this Madman, surprisingly, did not explode with a barrage of profanities this ti, but after being silent for a while, slowly said, “Tell , what did this ship do wrong? Can’t this ship change?”
: “…” I was truly speechless this ti, this fierce and powerful woman, whose words were heavy with implicit anings, tough enough to make the labor camp in Changping sift for half a year, who was nicknad King Water, actually… actually softened?
“From the first word, he didn’t catch his breath once, do you believe it?” The Mad AI said just one sentence, which blocked the thousand words in my heart. In an instant, a great epiphany swept over : It seed I had underestimated the combat power of that big-mouthed Dragon God, able to make the Father God, who is usually so easygoing, decide to cast iron and sink the body in the lake, this was not a character that a simpler second Madman could handle. Listening to the Mad AI’s lethargic tone, I knew she must have been seriously hurt this ti.
With great sympathy, I patted the control panel in front of the communicator, as if doing so could provide so comfort to the battleship with a radius of over seven thousand kiloters: “So, what do you want to say now?”
“… Silence is golden.”
“… Take good care of the second Madman, don’t let her lose her mind and slap soone with gravity,” I patted Visca’s little head, leaving her in front of the communicator, “I’m going to chat with Father God.”
“You don’t look well,” Father God looked at swaying my arms as I walked over, curious, “Was Qian Yuhao arguing with soone?”
“No, I’m just musing, it’s nothing to say a madman is crazy, but to say a maniac has a nervous breakdown, that’s a really an one!”
Father God: “?”
“Not discussing this, this part is over, but we still have a while before we leave,” I sat on the chair next to it, and took out Dingdang to let the little one exercise: she has been eating and sleeping all day like a perennial herb already, “We’ve dismantled nearly a third of the suppression towers and took away the last engineering robot, the suppression system of that Abyss Gate is out of control, it’s probably not long before it collapses, taking the life of this world’s wreckage to an end too, before we leave I plan to give it as a little gift to the Fallen Apostles—since the Star Ring Fragnts began those bastards throw things at every now and then, now that I’m just near their border, I plan to toss this world fragnt into their territory.”
“Aren’t they just on the Abyss Side? You’re using the Abyss Gate against them?”
It seems Father God didn’t know much about the Fallen Apostles, he probably thought the Fallen Apostles using Abyss Power was the sa nature as those ‘things’ in the Abyss Gate, so he asked curiously.
“I didn’t think so at first either, but the Fallen Apostles are actually affected by the Abyss as well,” I turned my head to look at Visca, who was communicating affectionately with her Mad AI in front of the communicator, “You know, I have so subordinates who were originally in the Fallen Apostle camp, they brought a lot of incredible intelligence. The Fallen Apostles have Abyss traits, their weapons also have similar corrosiveness, but the Abyss Power expressed in them seems to be neutralized: it has infectiousness and high destructiveness, but also rationality. Such Fallen Apostles, when facing pure Primordial Abyss, also suffer harm, of course, they are more resistant than ordinary creatures, but how much so isn’t clear yet. Throwing an Abyss Gate into their territory might cause them quite so trouble.”
Father God bowed his head, thinking for a while, and then broke the silence: “If what you say is true, there should already be an unprecedented ‘unique environnt’ within the Fallen Apostle territory.”
“Hmm?” I looked at Father God, puzzled, he seed to say more than what his words ant.
“Maybe a case of not seeing the forest for the trees, to you, the Fallen Apostles are just mbers who betrayed their compatriots forming a new camp, but in my view, they are even more so a kind of new species, which would never arise through natural conditions or ordinary creation thods,” Father God spoke slowly, “Yes, I see the Fallen Apostles as a new species, and this new species has a race characteristic unimaginable in the Order World: Abyss affinity, bearing both rationality and anti-order traits. Such a new species is sure to face many problems surviving in a normal Order World.”
“Oh, that’s indeed the case,” I nodded imdiately, “Apart from a few with lighter infection, or who have been specifically purified by as ‘Cleaners’, most of the Abyssalized Fleet must be stationed in specific places, they have a strange trait, the more nurous and dense they are, the more chaotic the area becos, but not an extre chaos and destruction like an Abyss, rather… a place where bizarre phenona constantly appear. But this seems to not affect the Fallen Apostles themselves.”
“Exactly, if they gather for long periods and in large numbers, they need a special environnt,” Father God nodded, “or they create their own special environnt, although your Abyssalized Fleet has no infectivity anymore, it doesn’t an they aren’t ‘radioactive’. From this, one can imagine that within the Fallen Apostle territory should be another special zone we haven’t seen, and the deeper into their land, the more severe this mutation becos, until… the world they inhabit is entirely distorted and at odds with the Order World.”
I thought about it and called to a certain exceptionally large naughty kid whispering with Qianqian: “Xiao Xue, co over here.”
Xiao Xue tossed a white-eye from afar: “What?”
The kid’s still upset I sent her to dig sand.
“Just co over here, why so much nonsense, do you not want your allowance next week?”
The words had a significant effect, and Xiao Xue imdiately darted over like a Little Dog seeing a bone: “Dad, you say, do you need Mom’s nudes or mine?”
: “…”
Father God: “….. Who’s going to take care of this kid in the future?”
: “Well, it at least includes the one you just ordered to sink in the lake.”
“Enough playing around, I need to ask you sothing important, you’ve stayed in the Fallen Apostle territory for a while, and even ventured deep into their land, is the world deep within the Fallen Apostles different from the outer world? What’s that place like?”
We have limited knowledge about the Fallen Apostle territory, at most we’ve interacted with their border worlds, but Xiao Xue is the only one who has been deep within that Abyss Empire—thanks to that little brat’s impressive feats—so I figure she might know sothing.
So Xiao Xue recounted her great exploits to us again, this ti focusing on the environnt within the Fallen Apostle territory, and as a result—it completely confird Father God’s suspicion.
“I originally thought the Fallen Apostles lived in a pure Abyss environnt, but now everything is clear,” Father God slowly stated, “they cannot touch the pure Abyss, nor can they normally operate in the Order World, thus, their territory is a state between the Order World and Abyss Domain.”
“So what?” I asked, puzzled, the conclusions Father God drew weren’t difficult to speculate about, I had also thought about these things briefly, like world mutations within the Fallen Apostle territory, but Father God emphasized this, is there so mystery here?
Father God gazed into my eyes and slightly hinted, “Do you rember, the Fallen Apostles have a ‘grand plan’?” (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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