Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“That's it, Spirit Magnetic Opposite Enhanced Spider Chariot, Flexible, Moderately Sized, Participated in almost every Night Fork Squad operation, and had a powerful enough crystal brain to temporarily carry our divine soul. ”

“But it is the most sophisticated experimental model of the Alliance and must be very difficult to penetrate and extremely easy to detect. ”

“The harder it gets, the more exciting it gets. Otherwise, do you really want to invade the fully automatic toilet? ”

“Yes, where is the Night Fork team now, and where are the spider chariots they use on a daily basis? ”

“Ah, the Night Fork squad just suffered a major explosion during a mission, as if all of them were injured, and the headquarters of the sweeper organization was being reorganized, and their spider tanks were being upgraded in the repair workshop, not too far from here. ”

“Great, will the plan come out? ”

“First, we're going to find the ordinary model of the spider chariot design and its crystal brain structure, figure out its operating and defensive systems, perform hundreds of virtual exercises to crack the holes in it; then we're going to set up some deliberately exposed 'spider silk tracks’ in this crystal brain wreck, because the Allies know that we once controlled the entire buoyancy castle through the master crystal brain, We have to mislead them into thinking that we did it using ordinary brain invasion techniques, and that our spirits fled the moment the Fort of Float crashed; and finally, we had to set traps, some 'logic bombs', so that when they unloaded this crystalline brain wreckage, they could cause problems like transient data spills, defensive collapses, even spiritual overload —— problems that weren't enough. Fatal, but can cover up our ‘bouncing’ trail. When the opponent is busy solving our ‘logical bomb’, it's the perfect time for us to change the shape and replace the new ‘carrier’! ”

“Good, let's do it! ”

For a moment, the two spirits of Li Yao and Bloody Heart Demon unfolded like butterflies with their wings.

As the divine soul spreads in circles, a whole new heaven and earth slowly presents itself in their sight, countless voices, countless images, countless light gold and red streams of information, like tiny grains of sand that make up a colorful thousand worlds, as if they can "see" their crystal brain laboratories, researchers entering and exiting the laboratory and the outer tunnels, and the brain waves that these researchers constantly emit, and beyond the laboratory, a wider and wonderful new world made up of spiritual web ripples.

“The network is vast. ”

Li Yao smiled and thought to himself, “Who can... stop me? ”

……

Three days ago, the tail of the Alliance's main battleship, Chase Light, was in the lower power compartment.

The Pursuit is a 500-year-old antique battleship, placed in the Federation or Empire, long overdue or handed over to local armed forces and transport fleets.

However, the efficiency and reliability of the flood technology and the near-zero requirements of the Allies for the starship's habitat have led it, after countless repairs, to struggle in the cold sea of stars to fight for the "glory of the gods”.

To propel its massive body over 5,000 metres of hypervelocity punch and flexible steering, it is surrounded by dense hemp engineered thrusters, coupled with astronomical digital energy to be consumed by spiritual energy shields and various energy weapons, multiple repairs and enhancements of the power compartment take up almost all the space at its tail, and those plumbing several metres to dozens of metres in diameter are intricately entangled, like a nest of steel pythons, like a cold forest cold, more like a three-dimensional labyrinth filled with rust.

Due to the ageing of the material, its years of disrepair, and the emission of high heat steam from the corners of countless pipes, the power compartment is immersed throughout the year in an empty mist, like a quiet mountain.

And after freezing and condensing, these vapours turn into a drop of small water beads, falling from the "top” of the gravitational field, just like a tiny leaching rain.

Light rain and mist, a rusty maze, and gray raincoats underneath the maze, gas masks, and even the masks removed, equally faceless battleships and mechanics, make up the Pursuit, no, a timeless “landscape” in the power compartment of all the Anglican antique warships.

“Major” Chu Zhiqiao squatted on a horizontal pipe at the top, staring at the flashing "rain silk” constantly falling into the gray abyss below, onto those "soldier bees” and “worker bees” with the same gray spots.

She likes this feeling, she likes the light rain scattered over her skin so that she can feel the feeling of ticking, leaching, dripping, which makes her feel that she is really alive, so even if it is not a real "light rain”, what does it matter?

“14 thousand five hundred twenty-two, 14 thousand five hundred twenty-three...”

Chu Zhiqiao counted, how many rainfall points, dripping onto himself.

“Major, help me, Major, help me, help me...”

Once again, the voice rose deep in her brain, unspeakable pity and despair, and the rain and fog in front of her seemed to gather into a little girl in a white dress, opening her helpless arms to her.

Chu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, hallucinations and hearing dissipated as if the droplets were melting in the rain screen.

She looked at Rain Silk and stunned for a long time, cursing softly —— she forgot where she was counting.

“Major! Major!”

This time, the ultra-micro vibration chip deep in the ear canal really sends a sound of a lack of repression, like metal friction, “We have arrived on the scene, where you are, whether or not you have monitored the entire field, and I'm going to transfer all the topographical data from the power compartment and all the ship's personnel information from the light tracer to your spider chariot, ready to receive it. ”

It's "Seven Stars," these seven annoying kids.

Chu Zhiqiao turned her head and looked at a trembling spider chariot on the pipeline beside her - although it was called "All-terrain”, with a reverse articular limb that turned 360 degrees and a steep sliding wheel, this auxiliary psychic puppet was still not fit to climb and fall in the 3D labyrinth as cleverly as a human being, this round-rolling guy contracted six limbs, tried to hold the slippery pipe, and the indicator behind it flashed in a hurry, indicating that it was receiving a lot of data, a pair of hands were busy and feet, and without paying attention it would fall, not to mention how funny it was.

Chu Zhiqiao's mouth corner pulled up a cold curve.

“Come on, Red Pig, enough rest. ”

The woman, code-named "Major”, stood up from above the ventilation pipe hundreds of meters high, squeezed her eyes, opened her arms and felt the irregular cold wind flow above the power compartment, then jumped and jumped, not forgetting to snap her spider chariot "Red Pig” with her toes, fell with her in a grey mist.

The spider chariot is obviously an ice-cold machine, but it reveals some more vivid "emotion” than the Saint Allies in the middle of the sky. Its six limbs tremble desperately. It seems to grasp anything around it. The crystalline eyes embedded in the nine rails with staggered heads are even more powerful. One of them is frightened by the appearance of the Six Gods without a master, and he can't help but call people to be handsome.

At the moment when they were about to land, Chu Zhixiao stepped on something solid in the void, very strangely spinning a spider chariot, adding up more than half a ton of cars per person, like a dead leaf floating on the ground, without making a sound.

The six limbs of the spider chariot still trembled slightly, not knowing whether it fell from high altitude, sudden weight loss disturbed its balancing system or some kind of "palpitations in the heart” reaction.

Chu Zhiqiao immediately entered the role of "Captain of the Night Fork Squad”, his face condensed with a layer of grey ice cream, cold weighed everything around him.

At a height of hundreds of metres, the battleships and mechanics gathered in the power compartment are usually no different.

As he went deeper into their midst, Chu Zhiqiao immediately felt that anxiety and intense bloody smell.

Almost all the five officers of the battleships and mechanics were distorted to the extreme, with panic and extreme fear on their faces - an abnormal phenomenon for the Allies.

The surrounding area has been sealed off by the Divine Blessing Army, the Purifiers and the Sweepers. Chu's Spirit saw the Sweepers organize the second and fourth Investigative Action Teams, both of which appeared simultaneously, and now add their "Night Fork Team”, indicating that this is a serious heretical crime.

So are the results of the emotional scans.

Chu Zhiqiao did not have to lift his wrist at all. By the violent tremor of his crystal brain, he knew that the emotional fluctuations gathered in this narrow space had exceeded the threshold point, enough to trigger massive mass hypochondriasis and infect all peaceful, pure and pious battleships and repairmen with a virus called "Emotion”.

Though they now perceive only the emotion of "fear," it is as if the dam had collapsed, letting go, and other emotions would soon follow, consuming them completely.

“Everyone in the power compartment, whether or not exposed to heresy, can only undergo a massive 'deep purge’. ”

Chu Zhiyun thought to himself, his eyes swept over the purifiers in vaccine suits, "That's why so many purifiers gathered here.

“However, no matter how many purifications you do, it's useless if you don't find the source of the infection.

“The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a hint of sweetness to boredom, but for ordinary people who are used to synthetic foods, it's really irresistible sweetness. This is the smell of… 'Tao’, is that you, Puppet King? ”