The resurrection of the ancestors has a success rate, and according to the latest data, the success rate is not high.
**This is undoubtedly bad news, and it's no wonder that even the determined and calm Xiling apostles like Sandora and Tavier will be as sad as they are now.
"The exact success rate is still uncertain because of insufficient data," Tavel said in a low voice with regret on his face, "but it should not exceed one-tenth. After testing, we can roughly summarize some rules.”
"What determines the success rate of resurrection?" I immediately asked curiously.
"Race," Sandora said, she arrived before me and already understood the situation, "Ah Jun, you also heard about this situation from your ancestors—the Xiling people are composed of many different races, and each race There are great differences between them, even in the essence of life. The differences in these species lead to different difficulties in resurrecting their remains.
Tavel discovered that some ancestors had weak bodies but strong souls, and some ancestors had strong bodies but weak souls. The race of the ancestor Ansers was the only one that achieved a balance in these two aspects, so it was maintained after a long time. The basic physical conditions to be able to be resurrected, other people... or their souls have completely dissipated, or they can no longer accept the activation of external vitality, the chance of resurrection is very small. "
"Isn't there such a stagnation state? Aren't the remains of the ancestors well preserved?" "You know, the stagnation state does not mean that time stands still, but that matter stops evolving at the microscopic level," Sandora sighed. Tone, "So its preservation of the remains of the ancestors is not watertight, the soul is the easiest thing to dissipate, followed by the mutation of the substance itself.
In the end, some unexplainable phenomena appeared, causing these bodies to be unresponsive to the power of the goddess of life. "
Seeing the faces of Sandora and Tavel, I knew that this problem might be unsolvable, and there was no way to recover from it.
I frowned and thought of a troublesome question: "Then how should I explain it to Anses? He's probably still full of expectations."
"The subordinate has already notified the ancestor, he is rushing over," Tavel replied quite naturally, "He has a good reason to know what happened here at the first time, the fact is already so.
There is no choice whether to accept or not.
In theory it is. "
I was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. Tavel really was the standard Xiling apostle's thinking: go straight, say what you have, logic first.
Secondly, her character of never doing useless work is really... straightforward at best, and stubborn at worst.
At this time, I heard a slight hissing sound from the automatic gate of the laboratory, and then it slid open to both sides. What did I say? Ansers in military uniform strode in. The staff in the laboratory and the Tavel mass projection They saluted their ancestors one after another.
Ansers walked straight to me and Sandora without squinting, and then quickly saw the experimental platform behind us.
Lying quietly in the crystal container were his former subordinates and comrades-in-arms. I noticed a flash of nostalgia on his face when he saw that figure, and then he returned to calm.
Tavel stepped forward as the direct person in charge of the entire project.
She was a little embarrassed at the moment: "Ancestor, I'm sorry..." Anses waved his hand without waiting for Tavel to finish speaking, indicating that there is no need to say anything now, and then he came to the experimental table silently.
Staring at the old subordinate lying in the crystal container for a long time, he didn't speak for a whole minute.
When I can't help but want to break the silence.
The old man finally moved, he let out a long sigh, bowed to the crystal container, saluted, and said goodbye, the gray-haired old captain looked very calm when doing all this, as if he had done it countless times before, he silently After bidding farewell to his crew, he raised his head and looked at Sandora and me: "No need to say anything, I know you have tried your best."
I took a step forward, feeling that I had a lot to say but didn't know where to start. In the end, I could only choke out a very unnutritious sentence: "My condolences, the dead cannot be resurrected..." As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself: My ancestor was just resurrected two days ago... I stayed where I was awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but Ansers didn't seem to care at all, but he smiled relievedly: "I really don't care, as A group of old ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of millions of years should not expect too much to return to the world.
This is a fate that was destined many years ago. Tajon can rest in peace. At least I can still do my duty as a captain and see him off. "
Tajon, this appears to be the name of the ancestor lying in the crystal vessel.
Anses turned his head to look at the crystal container with a calm expression: "I can't remember how many crew members I have sent off like this, let alone how many people died quietly without even being sent off. Compared with them , Tajon and I are very lucky, at least he died and was buried, at least I have the opportunity to watch these old subordinates... So let it be, don't feel sorry for me."
What Ansers said made me even more uncomfortable. His numbness to life and death always reminds me of the dark days when the Xiling family went into exile. That period of history is not at all relaxing.
Sandora and I could only nod silently to express our understanding, but Ansers suddenly remembered something and added: "I only have one request, I hope that these old friends who have failed to be resurrected can be buried according to the customs on the home planet, and the They were placed in sarcophagi and buried in the depths of the sea."
Sandora looked up into Ansers' eyes, and the latter said: "This is something we often mentioned when we were chatting together. At that time, people might die every day, so the most talked about was also concentrated on this on topic.
Tajon often joked that he hoped that when he died, he could sink into the sea of his home planet with the funeral of his hometown, just like in his hometown.
But there is no sea on the Ark in Exile, and there are no conditions to hold a funeral, so this has become an old joke for us to tease reality... Now he should be satisfied, we have finally arrived at a place with sea, although it is not the sea of the mother planet , but..." Anses reached out and caressed the lid of the crystal coffin, as if the people inside could still hear him: "Old man, you are so lucky, your last wish has been fulfilled, and many people have not been able to come true wishes. "
"We will arrange such a funeral as soon as possible."
Sandora said, "We will definitely restore the customs of the mother star era. Of course, this requires your assistance."
"Don't worry," Ansers shook his head, "The resurrection of the others will probably not be smooth."
He said it very euphemistically, but the implication was obvious: Taron was not the only one who needed to be buried, and Tavel had already told the ancestors about the situation in the resurrection project.
Anthers knows as much as we do.
"Yes," Tavel nodded, "The comprehensive success rate of resurrection is not yet certain, but theoretically it should not exceed one-tenth."
"One-tenth..." Ansers murmured, but couldn't hear any emotion about this number.
He finally breathed out, "Then let's wait until all the resurrection experiments are over, and let them go on the road together, so that they can be taken care of."
Sandora and Tavier nodded in agreement, while Anses bid farewell to everyone with a tired expression: "Then I'll go back first, I'm old, and I'll be tired after going out for a while."
"Then Sandora and I will take you back to the rest area."
I quickly stepped forward and said.
Although Sandora is not good at greeting people warmly, she followed up immediately, but Ansers waved her hand and turned to the laboratory door alone: "No need.
Just let me go back alone. "
Ansers went back alone, and rejected my offer to see Sandora off.
I can see that he doesn't want to stay in the research institute for a long time, not because he is "a little tired" as he said-everyone can see the powerlessness of this rhetoric.
I watched this old man with gray temples slowly leave the laboratory, and noticed that his back was not as straight as it was when he just woke up two days ago.
A lonely and heavy thing entrenched on him, like a lingering ghost, which made the old captain lose the vigor he had when he just woke up: two days ago.
He woke up from a deep sleep. At that time, he thought that he was leading the last survivors of the exile fleet on the road to survival. Even though the road ahead was bleak, he was still full of fighting spirit, but today, something that supported him seemed to have disappeared. It collapsed to a precarious level, and just two days was enough for the old man to say the words "I'm old".
He is slowly being crushed by something, and Sandora and I can't do anything about it.
"Perhaps the next ancestor who is successfully resurrected can revive him," Sandora sighed, and turned to look at Tavier, "Resurrect the next person as soon as possible, the ancestor needs to be accompanied by his clan, can it be done?" "Yes , your will!" Tavel replied forcefully.
Sandora nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's go first..." She froze in the middle of her speech, as if she was interrupted by something, and I noticed that not only Sandora, but Tavel and other people around The staff also seemed to be absent for a moment, although it was only a blink of an eye, but I caught it.
"Sandora? What's wrong?" I hurriedly asked with concern.
"There was a mental network warning just now, but it was revoked immediately after it was released," Tavel recovered from his daze, and said very fast, "Your Majesty, didn't you feel it?" I thought for a while: " Maybe I'm slow to react—I haven't reacted yet."
Sandora and Tavel looked at each other very seriously. Obviously, such a short-term warning suddenly appeared in the spiritual network is not normal. As a half-way monk Xiling Emperor, my perception of the spiritual network is not as comprehensive as theirs. Just now There was a brief warning in the book and I didn't feel it at all, so it's somewhat incomprehensible to see how nervous they are now, but I guess this thing must be extraordinary.
Because Sandora then called Bubbles and asked her to organize a network-wide inspection immediately.
"Network warnings are usually issued when a large number of apostles are infected by the abyss. There is no news of the apostle being infected, and there is no corresponding abyss report, and the warning only lasted for a few milliseconds, and no network segment was separated from the main network after that... There must be something wrong, and the spiritual network will not do this. Inexplicable warning."
A few minutes later, Bubbles arrived at the core hive. There are more than a dozen mass-produced hosts working in that hive at any time. They form a high-performance matrix and are responsible for monitoring the information network of the capital world on weekdays. This matrix also allows their parent machine to take over data management authority as quickly as possible.
Soon, the most powerful host array in the New Empire began a large-scale data screening.
Bubble reported her screening progress in the communication link: "I have found the work log of the network warning just now, and I am tracing the origin of the warning."
Sandora, Tavel (ontology) and I also rushed to the brood, where you can see the working status of the hosts at any time, and Tavel can assist the hosts to do some creative reasoning in the brood work.
The core brood is a huge building, which is several times the size of a regular brood. It is located a little east of the center of the Shadow Fortress. Its general structure is similar to that of an ordinary Xiling brood, but in the central position, it has a An unusually wide host room.
Bubble's host slot is the largest crystal prism in the hall, and around this crystal prism, there is a circle of smaller crystal prisms, which are the positions of mass-produced machines.
Outside this main computer room, there are also rooms prepared for redundant mainframes and regular servers. All these facilities together form the most powerful data processing center in the New Empire.
When we arrived.
The lights here are brilliant, and the crystal clusters that can be seen everywhere in the mother nest are surrounded by slight resonance sounds. A pleasant sound like alien music makes me calm down quickly: these sounds are when the mainframes are running at high speed, they are in harmony with the mother nest. It resonates, which means that this place has entered a very busy working state.
The bubbles are suspended in the core prism, the eyes are closed, and the mysterious light flows out from the prism.
Connected to the top of other prisms, each prism now has a mass-produced mainframe, and they guard their mother body like stars and moons, undertaking complex and tedious screening work.
Bubbles, on the other hand, focused on analyzing the suspicious data flow in the mental network in the past few minutes: this requires more flexible and agile thinking, and mass-produced machines are not good at this.
Tavel came under the core prism, her hands fused directly with the crystals, and then even the blue-white light turbulence began to emerge from her body.
Bubble in the crystal pillar slowly opened his eyes, and his voice was as calm as a machine: "All high-level nodes have been screened.
Is it necessary to screen low-level nodes if the sender of the early warning information has not been found? "Sandora shook her head after thinking for a while: "No need, according to the network protocol, low-level nodes do not have the authority to issue warning orders for the entire network, unless the section in charge of this low-level node has no surviving high-level nodes—in the past few minutes There have been no reports of attacks in the entire empire, and it is impossible for high-ranking nodes to be killed. "
Bubbles nodded slightly in a way that cannot be checked: "Screen the gateway log and try to locate the source of the warning."
After a while, a mass-produced host next to it opened its eyes: "Mother, the log shows that the source of the warning is the entire data network."
"The conclusion is illogical, double check."
"Double checking, mother, the source of early warning is the entire data network."
"What's going on?" I asked curiously—you all know that I'm not very good at listening to heavenly scriptures... "The early warning message didn't specify who sent it, it was sent from the entire network at the same time," Sandora explained to me, "That is to say, it warned itself, and then revoked the warning by itself."
I thought for a while, and suddenly I was so blessed that I shouted in the public channel: "Xi Ling, come out!" Some small streams of light emerged in the surrounding air, and these streams of light combined quickly, and finally became one... one About twelve centimeters tall, wearing a grass-green dress, a mini elf with long green hair, a metal plate almost as big as her body is hung around the elf's neck, and the metal plate is written in heart-scratching fonts Saying Xiling's name... Sandora and I looked at this goblin girl who looked like a wild Ding Dong but had a Xiling nameplate around her neck with dumb expressions. Flying—because the metal plate is really a burden to her current body—he said hello to the two of them: "Ah, it's Your Majesty-hey-hey-good afternoon-hey-hey-what can I do with Xi Ling-hey..." I Can't stand it anymore, let this pocket version of Xi Ling fall into your hand: "Why did you become like this?" "When I came here, I saw a lot of strange creatures like this flying in the sky, and after I turned into them, I changed Not going back."
Xi Ling replied honestly.
"There was a network-wide warning just now, and you issued it?" I finally remembered the business and was not distracted by the confusion of the guy in front of me.
"Warning for the entire network?" Xi Ling tilted her head and thought for a while. As a consciousness on the Internet, many real-world words related to the Internet have to be transformed before she can understand, and then she nodded vigorously, "Oh, I posted it Yes, there was an emergency, but the alert went off quickly because the emergency was resolved."
"Emergency?" Shandora and I looked at each other, originally thought it was just a false alarm, but never thought that something really happened—but this time the accident seemed to be at the network level, and those of us who live in the real world have no Realize what's going on.
"There have been some unexpected fluctuations in the Rift Valley," Xi Ling explained to everyone while holding his name tag, "I went to check the situation, and then accidentally got too close, almost falling-falling An emergency warning was issued at the time, but the crisis was lifted soon because I climbed up."
This is the whole process of the emergency warning just now.
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