"Tell me, what will happen if I give it a brick?"
Looking at the colorful big ball floating in the cloud of dust in the distance, leisurely and ignoring everyone on the scene, Bingtis took out her golden Bible from the portable space, and grabbed the chain on the Bible Said after two rounds.
"Don't make trouble, be serious." I sternly... sternly stopped Sister Bing's killing behavior of welding detonators and sawing light bulbs, and then focused my eyes on the ball. The two of us have just come here and haven't formally contacted the ball, but we have already seen the busy figures of the work boat and the servants of the gods. They are busy removing the self-discipline machinery and some strange things from the scene, because those Stuff has proven useless—besides verifying how hard the target's casing is and how flimsy its own scanning equipment is.
Facts have proved that although physical contact will cause some stress changes in this huge ball with a diameter of one kilometer, it will not cause danger such as explosion: the opponent seems to have no counterattack ability. Therefore, after the on-site staff such as Bingtis and I removed the things, we came to the ball with confidence and boldness. Bingtis also reached out and tapped on the big ball.
Of course, there is no sound in a vacuum. I can only see circles of colorful halos where Bingtis’ fingers touch the surface of the ball. The halos gradually dissipate within half a meter. I observed carefully and found that this circle The material on the surface of the ball is really similar to crystal or uneven glass, and those colorful floating color blocks are actually swimming under the surface of this layer of "glass". It feels... like a hollow glass sphere filled with incompatible oil paints.
"Huh, it's very hard, it sounds like a diamond." Bingtis said while pulling out a small knife, cutting hard on the surface of the ball, and quickly cut off a thin layer of crystal samples. I didn't stop her rash action, because the assistant technicians of the previous working group had already experimented with hitting the ball with a metal block weighing half a ton and traveling at a hundred times the speed of sound, as well as other strange "physical damage contact tests" at that time. The damage is much more serious than that of Bingtis here and now.
"Look, it's translucent!" Bingtis raised the slice in his hand and observed the gas cloud core emitting a dim halo in the distance. It's like losing its activity... the shell of this thing should not be alive, right?"
My attention was not on the slice, but on the gap that had just been cut on the surface of the spherical shell beside me, and that gap had completely healed in the past few seconds. In this case, the people in the working group have already reported it once.
This unknown sphere can quickly repair itself.
"Before the staff used psionic irradiation to destroy one-tenth of the shell of this sphere, which is quite a large piece, but the gap also completely healed after three to four seconds" I mentioned this and put Bingtis' attention was attracted, "The wound you cut just now took the same amount of time to heal."
"No matter how big the damage is, do you always use a fixed time to repair it?" Bingtis showed an expression of interest, and then suddenly took half a step back, a strong holy light condensed on his fist, and then a straight fist hit the spherical shell Above: I couldn't help shivering when I saw this scene. When I was punching with her, this guy used this trick a lot to toss people!
The punch of the high-level goddess, which contains powerful holy light energy and amazing kinetic energy, is no less powerful than a kinetic warhead fired by a warship. At that moment, the colorful sphere shell exploded, bursting out overwhelming fragments and dust , Before my vision was completely covered by the dust, I saw the spider web-like cracks spreading from my eyes, and I couldn't help flashing a thought: "Mother, why should I put the two hundred and five around me?" bring it here?!"
"Aha, sure enough, we failed to penetrate the enemy's armor—it gets stronger as we go in!" Bingtis casually created a gust of wind, blowing away all the dust and debris in front of us, and what appeared in front of us was a Spread hundreds of meters, but the depth is only a few meters shallow and wide impact crater, Bingtis Mou's vigorous punch did not penetrate this strange spherical shell at all, it was more like peeling an apple A layer of skin.
"The people in the working group have tried it before." I held Bingtis to prevent her follow-up actions of two hundred and five. To penetrate this sphere, I’m afraid it’s possible to use the Galaxy’s main cannon, and if there are more sophisticated protection methods inside this sphere, I’m afraid we may even have to find a King’s Lander to solve the problem. Don’t waste your efforts.”
During our conversation, the huge scar that spread hundreds of meters was also recovering rapidly. At this time, it has completely recovered, just like what was discovered before, this thing... uses technology that the empire has never seen before.
"If it is man-made, is the technical strength of the manufacturer higher than that of the empire?" I tried to use my analytical ability to judge the technological content of this thing. "Our scanning equipment can't even break through its three-meter-deep layer. All the best technicians under Weir came, but they were at a loss. Now it seems that in addition to the surface material seems to be vulnerable, its core is also quite defensive... Fuck, what is the sudden strong sense of pressure? thing?"
Just as I was analyzing like this, Sandora's voice suddenly came from the spiritual connection: "Ah Jun, maybe that's not the case."
"Ah? What else did you find over there?"
"It's not me, Ilsen found something," Sandora said, "Now we think that this thing may have something to do with the abyss... To be precise, it has something to do with the gate of the abyss."
Sandora's voice fell, and Bingtis and I were shocked at the same time. The latter looked at her right hand with grief—the hand she used to punch the mysterious sphere just now: "****, this time Are you going to chop off your hands? No... Chen, let's fight again, I might be infected again..."
Once again, I deeply doubted why I promised to bring this two hundred and five over!
"Sandora, please be clear, Bingtis is about to cut off his hand." I recovered from the shock at the beginning, and the reason why I recovered my calmness so quickly was because I knew that Sandora must have something to say later. : Of course, I didn't feel the breath of the abyss from the big ball in front of me. This was the main reason why I calmed down quickly.
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll talk about it after she finishes chopping."
Bingtis: "...do you still want your dry food?"
Can you stop mentioning the word dry food? Have you emphasized Sandora's phrase "the Lord's dry food" until now!
"Well, the situation is like this. Just now 123 checked his world management system again. This time, he also searched the background logs that he hadn't checked before, and found a log marked as 'false alarm'" Sandora Pause to quarrel with Bingtis, and talk about business" The log shows that a short period of time before the return of the Fifth Fleet, the world management system detected an opening of the abyss gate, but this alarm only lasted for a moment, and then the world management system The system scanned the alarm area, but found nothing related to the abyss. In the end, the world management system listed the incident as a false alarm and automatically transferred to the background. Due to the extremely short duration of the whole process, the system did not stay in the foreground. No trace, Ilsen didn't find this when he checked the log for the first time."
"Then, the area where the police were called at that time was... here?"
"Bingo! Unfortunately no prize." It was Lin Xue's voice that sounded this time, "Obviously, the big ball in front of you may have something to do with the abyss, so it is conceivable that conventional measurements will not work for it, but it is also obvious that the ball itself has no abyss response. Well, that's how we are here, and you can go on now."
Bingtis and I stared wide-eyed, and the latter looked at his right hand thoughtfully for a long time: "It means that I don't need to cut off my hand for the time being. But I will never touch this thing in the future!" By the way, Chen, didn't you say that this thing came to look for you, you can chat with it, you can call it to see if it agrees."
"Chat, it's a good thing you can figure it out." I shrugged dumbfoundedly, and put one hand on the spherical shell beside me, "How do you ask me to chat with a ball? The only talking ball I've ever known in my life is Bi Bolu, why don't you pull him over to see if this thing is his long-lost second uncle?"
"The sleep is over, the signal source is detected, and the user's identity is being verified..."
"Bingtis, what did you just say?" I looked curiously at Sister Bing who was circling in circles, and the other party was taken aback: "Huh?"
"What about the end of sleep?" I rubbed the back of my head, "Didn't you just say that?"
Bingtis shrugged inexplicably: "It's probably what the ball said."
When the female hooligan said this, it was mostly nonsense, but it made me stunned: because I think it might be true! As soon as I thought about it, I immediately looked at the slightly curved spherical shell beside me. This frosted glass-like hard shell looked unchanged from before. A few centimeters below its surface, the colorful colors were still there. Moving unhurriedly, I tried to put my hand where it was just now, but this time, there was no strange sound in my mind.
"Hey, isn't it really what this ball said just now?" Bingtis looked at my behavior strangely, and I waved to her: "Don't talk, I'm concentrating."
I said I was concentrating, but I didn’t know what to do. The voice in my head came suddenly, and I couldn’t control it. I don’t know which action before suddenly caused the reaction of the sphere. There is no way to repeat that action. I could only put my hands where they were before, and force myself hard with the veins in my forehead.
"Looking at your expression, it should be difficult to give birth." Bingtis, a useless guy, is only able to talk sarcasticly, especially after she decides to never touch this ball of unknown origin and possibly connected to the abyss." When you heard the voice just now, what were you thinking in your head? Maybe that's the key."
Well, besides sarcastic remarks, this female hooligan seems to be able to say something meaningful: she thinks that maybe something in my mind can resonate with this ball. This sounds very mysterious, but it seems impossible. After all, isn’t the inexplicable connection between this ball and me a very mysterious thing in itself
"What did I just think?" I searched my recent memory, "Biberu?"
no response.
"Biberu's second uncle?"
Of course, there was still no response.
"Biberu is a talking ball?"
This time Bingtis reacted: "Can you fucking forget about that ball that can scare you out of watching a football game?"
"Well, I was just thinking about how to chat with this ball..."
"The signal source has been detected again, and the user's identity is being verified. Please don't interrupt the connection." An abrupt voice reappeared in my mind: neither male nor female, electronically synthesized, like the simulated robot accent in old science fiction films Same.
Me: "... Did you hear that? The ball spoke again just now, and it told me not to let go."
Bingtis couldn't hear this voice, so she blinked in confusion, and then nodded knowingly: "It seems that the key word is chat? This thing can't be a walkie-talkie, right?"
"The user's identity verification has passed, and it has been confirmed that it has arrived at the recipient. The receipt report is being sent back... an error, the return failed, and the initial station cannot be contacted. Implement the second plan: directly remove the protective layer. Please pay attention to avoiding fragments... "
If I still can't understand what's going on at this time, then this brain can basically be returned to the factory, so I immediately grabbed Bingtis's arm and ran out, but my reaction was still a step slower, because we were beside us. The layer of crystalline spherical shell that is close at hand is already covered with cracks, and it spreads and expands at an astonishing speed. Dazzling light bursts out from all the cracks in an instant, and in the next second, only the cracked ones are in sight. Countless crystal fragments and Bingtis' surprised eyes.
My automatic move was to throw the rascal goddess behind me—I guess I would have done that no matter who it was. But in the next moment, I saw a layer of dark and wide wings blocking my eyes: Sister Bing spread her wings and protected me and her from behind. This guy's arrogant voice is still echoing in my mind: "Ha, let the old lady hide behind the man, this is 100 million years too early!"
As the voice fell, the cracked and splashed crystal fragments around us had also ended the strongest first impact, leaving only dots of small fragments flying to the distance rapidly, and Bingtis folded his wings and began to jump up and down: " Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! My lady's delicate and lovely wings! It's full of shards of glass... I'm allergic to dust!"
It seems that the explosion just now was not as serious as expected, you can tell by looking at Bingtis alive and kicking.
After the fragments and dust flying around subsided for a while, I noticed a dark object in the distance that emitted red light in some places, so I moved over curiously: "So this is its body?"
It was a shuttle-shaped object about five or six meters long. It was hard to tell what kind of material it was, but it didn't feel very hard to the touch. It felt like it was somewhere between plastic and metal. The surface of the fusiform object is pure black and very smooth, but there is a ring-shaped slit at each end, and red light of constant brightness is emitted from the slit. I tried to push this "shuttle" with my hand, and the latter floated forward immediately: it seems that it is different from the big round ball, and this shuttle can be taken away.
"Phew... it's probably been shaken clean." Bingtis floated over while shaking his arms, like a drowned chicken drying the water droplets on its feathers. It's gone with a slap... ah, what is this? What's left after the ball is blown up?"
"Probably." I reached out and knocked on the surface of the shuttle-shaped object, feeling that the mystery I was facing was just changing from a diameter of one thousand meters to a long axis of five and a half meters. I didn't know anything more after that, and never After the big ball exploded before, I can no longer hear the sound of system authentication, user authentication, etc. "Let's bring this back first..."
"Ah Jun, how's the situation over there?" Sandora's voice sounded in her mind at this moment, "We detected an explosion just now."
"The ball is gone, but I found a shuttle. The good news is that the shuttle can be brought back. The bad news... the bad news is that the ball is gone."
"Shuttle?" Sandora was confused by my rambling words, but she still said, "It's good that you are fine anyway, let's not talk about the ball, and bring back what you found."
"Don't expect my concubine to touch this thing." Bingtis has already moved several feet away before I could speak, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes: "How many times have you fought against the abyss, as for what? "
"Nonsense, fighting the abyss is a job requirement, and maintaining aversion to the abyss is a personal preference. Why do you let a weak woman touch this thing if you are here?"
I silently glanced at Bingtis, who was hard to relate to normal women in almost everything except her chest and face, and felt that I might not be able to look directly at the word "weak woman" from now on.
In the end, I could only reluctantly drag this unknown fusiform object back to the research ship: I didn’t even dare to put it in the portable space. After all, this thing is also related to the abyss anyway, who knows if touching it will infect something
After returning to the scientific research ship, we took the unknown object directly to the sample analysis center. Sandora and a group of experts and scholars were already waiting here. While pointing at me: "Here, your dry food."
Then he pointed to the black unknown object floating behind me: "There are also things that your dry food picked up randomly on the road."
I:"… "
Is this product competitive with dry food? !