In fact, I have discovered that my greatest strength may not be my ability to fight, save the world, or turn any serious business into a sitcom, or even support a queen with a big stomach who can eat the world and A group of little girls who can destroy the world, but...
It's about being in constant trouble and enjoying it. Well, it’s too bad for me to say that, can I remove “Enjoy it”? There are so many troubles all day long, and you can only be happy if you say so carelessly! Anyway, I can't enjoy it.
The brief message of less than seven seconds sent back by Void Reconnaissance Ship 8355 has been analyzed many times over and over again. The resident Xiling host of the headquarters has retrieved every pixel and every syllable of it, even including The deep noise that may be mixed in the background sound and the shadow refracted by some reflective areas on the screen, she used this simple but effective method to collect information, hoping to find out what happened to the 8355 spaceship at the last second before losing contact. What, the technicians also checked the attenuation of the signal strength of this piece of information during the transmission process. It is said that this clue is helpful to find out whether there is a high-information bit interception such as a void barrier nearby when the wrecked spacecraft sent the final message thing. If there is a void barrier around the crashed spacecraft when it sends out the final message, then even if the barrier is still in a latent state (this kind of trap will not actively expose itself until the prey trapped in it activates void teleportation), the message sent by the spacecraft Slight waveform distortion will also occur, which is the experience summed up by the imperialists in the years of war life.
However, the chances of these attempts to obtain useful information are very low. According to the current situation, the No. 8355 Void Reconnaissance Ship lost contact with the headquarters when it was completely unresponsive. Before that, there were no signs of enemy attack near it. At the time of disappearance, the spacecraft itself was not attacked, and if their loss was indeed due to an attack, then all I can say is that the enemy was overwhelming.
Sandora ordered the release of three void probes. These probes have now entered the void domain and are fine-tuning their own information characteristics to slowly approach the last "position" where the 8355 spaceship lost contact. This process is somewhat similar To tune the frequency of an old-fashioned radio, you carefully turn the channel selection button until its variable capacitor suddenly overlaps with a certain channel, and you will receive a signal—for travelers in the void, it is the arrival station.
Although all types of probes have excellent stealth capabilities, they still choose a very cautious speed to approach the "crash site" and maintain a "distance" of one unit from each other. The distance in the conventional understanding of the void is no Significantly, the distance between the probes is actually the difference of their information representation. The difference of one unit can ensure that they will not be ambushed by the enemy at the same time, and it can also ensure that when one of the probes is attacked, the other two A probe still has a chance to pass back the situation.
However, while everyone was waiting with bated breath, the three probes passed through the "coordinates" of the 8355 spacecraft crash one after another. When they entered the void and disordered band, they returned nothing.
"The target point is blank, no wreckage of the void reconnaissance ship was found, and there is no trace of a battle in the void domain." A low-level officer in charge of tracking the probe reported loudly, "The probe is preparing for the second sniff..."
"The second sniffing is complete, the target point is still blank, and no void reconnaissance ship wreckage has been found."
"Such a big spaceship, can it disappear out of thin air?" I turned my head to look at Sandora who was still frowning, and suddenly guessed, "Could it be that it was too broken and assimilated by the void in an instant?"
"Impossible" was not the queen who answered me, but Bingtis, who was teleported over suddenly. This mighty female hooligan unconsciously biting potato chips, while stuffing the remaining half pack of snacks to Sandora "concubine" I know what your void reconnaissance ship is. It can be said to be one of the most difficult things to destroy in the conventional spaceships you have built. A small spaceship that can travel freely in the void field is a headache. No weapons, but extremely cunning, like a fish in the void, it can jump into the blank 'coordinates' to escape the battlefield within a thousandth of a second of being attacked, and that kind of thing seems to have some kind of core... "
Sandora glanced at Bingtis with a strange expression: "The multi-characteristic core is the escape cabin of the void reconnaissance ship."
"Yes, the polymorphic core is a strange thing that will not be injured in the first blow no matter what kind of blow it suffers, because it is said that it is under three contradictory mathematical descriptions at any time, and everything that can cause tangible damage. The damage attack is destined not to destroy its three states at the same time." I didn't expect Bingtis to be so succinct when talking about the imperial spaceship, even though she usually claims that she is a guy who can't do anything about Xiling's high technology. "So the void In any case, the scout ship will save at least one escape pod if it is destroyed."
"Then isn't it invincible?" I spread my hands with a puzzled expression on my face, "Eternal motherships don't even have such a configuration?"
Bingtis squinted at me: "There is a specialization in art, you are so awesome, you can't catch Little Bubbles alone!"
I looked up to the sky and laughed, and then suddenly remembered something: "I said, you are a protoss, how do you know so much about our spaceship?"
Bingtis' complexion suddenly changed, and he said unnaturally: "Of course I often contact Sandora when we are fighting..."
"Every time she comes to my territory, she will cause a lot of trouble." Sandora said in another way, "I will send a fleet to hunt her down if I am in a hurry."
I was in a cold sweat after hearing this, listen, chasing and killing her—Bingtis thinks how angry and resentful she must have been back then, making her good Jiyou even say the word chasing and killing, of course, we can also sigh Let’s talk about the way high-end people communicate with each other. Generally, bad friends in colleges are at most exposing each other’s old background and bluffing and stealing two buns. But did these two girls in front of you just go back and forth to kill them back then
After thinking about it for a while, I decided not to pursue the scene where Sandora sent a fleet to hunt down Bingtis. I always feel that after thinking about this issue for a long time, everyone must be infected with the Pandora virus.
"Bingtis is quite right." Sandora solved the packaging of potato chips and potato chips, and the halo in her eyes flowed. "The void scout ship is a cutting-edge special service ship that can survive in any extreme situation. Except for being intercepted by the Protoss regular army or besieged by a large group of imperial fleets, there is no external force that can make it disappear in such an instant... I think it was not attacked, but was eaten by something... "
Sandora said three words uncertainly. I think she can think of this word. The half bag of potato chips just now contributed a lot.
Under Sandora's signal, the three void probes shuttled back and forth several times around the coordinates where the 8355 spaceship disappeared, but found nothing. We began to think hard about what clues we missed—well, it was Sandora I was thinking hard with Bingtis, and after a few minutes of thinking, I realized that I was really not such a high IQ material.
At this time, my elder sister also rushed over after hearing the news, and brought Pandora and Visca, who had already covered themselves with ammunition, and the two 1.2 meters appeared in front of everyone like a model version of the Terminator. A cannon that can be used to repair a cross-sea bridge was being disassembled there.
The two of them believed that the imperial sentry had been attacked by the enemy.
"The spaceship disappeared, but the probe didn't find anything?" After understanding the situation in detail, the elder sister began to analyze it with her own careful thinking, and then said slowly, "I have a stupid way."
We all looked at her together.
"Send another spaceship over there," the elder sister said seriously, "Of course, this time there will be no crew. Find a reconnaissance ship that is the same as the missing spaceship, fly to the coordinates of the crash in self-discipline mode, and send the previous ship All the operations before losing contact were carried out intact, and the three probes were watching from a safe distance. Although this may not necessarily bring the first ship back, at least we can see how the ship is. No."
Sandora nodded immediately: "It's really worth a try, and recently pl-15 has uploaded a lot of information about the Vengeance Fleet, and Tavel has improved the automatic control systems of many warships based on them, including two 'needle' class void ships that are about to enter service. Scout ships, let them aboard."
In this way, the "stupid method" that my sister said was unanimously agreed by everyone, and I found one thing very sadly: my brain may not be saved, and my sister spent fifteen seconds to come up with a plan. And in the three minutes of thinking just now, I actually got off topic and ran to what to eat tonight. Although this may mean that I and Qianqian really look like a husband and wife, if I continue to go further and further on this road of digressing at any time, then what will happen? In the future, my best end may be to find a psychological counselor to spend the rest of my life. You see, it's only been a few seconds, what am I thinking about.
"Ah Jun, what's the matter?" Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, my elder sister asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with this method?"
I thought for a while: "Do you think a psychiatrist can cure heartlessness?"
Everyone: "..."
Sandora twisted my back hard, and ordered the second scout ship to set off immediately.
It is most appropriate to describe the efficiency of the reconnaissance ship by relying on Marco. Not long after Sandora's order was issued, the highly automated spaceship that had just entered into service had already entered the void and approached the place where the first spaceship lost contact. The coordinates at the place, but since there are no crew members, no matter how high the degree of self-discipline is, there is a limit. The mission of this spaceship is only to act as a pathfinding stone. Under the command of the shipboard main engine, the spacecraft turned off the information correction engine, began to reduce the output of the power group, and released the shipboard probes and turned on various active and passive detection devices. So far, everything is very normal. The probe is in a safe "position" (this position is for ease of understanding, in fact, there is no distance between the three probes and the second spaceship. The live broadcast, which is close at hand in terms of information, but not in terms of geographical location) locked the spacecraft, and the data showed that it was operating well.
Several of us, including the female hooligan Bingtis, became serious, holding our breath as we watched the returned picture, the streamlined silver-white battleship that looked like some kind of plant seed pod opened its information shield, constantly repelling the surrounding void power The assimilation effect of it makes it appear as if it is shrouded behind a constantly waving curtain of water, and then, in front of all of us, it just disappears out of thin air...
Yes, it disappeared out of thin air!
There was no sign at all, no attack, no jumping away, and no sudden rift in the void that dragged it into another world. The scout ship disappeared suddenly in an absolutely abnormal way, like a light bulb with a bad connection. It flickered for a while, and then completely merged into the endless darkness of the void.
The three void probes sent back piercing alarm sounds at the same time, and the low-level officer in charge of commanding the probes sounded a loud report in the hall: "Report sir! The target has disappeared, and the tracking failed!"
Me, my elder sister, Sandora, and Bingtis, the four of us looked at each other in blank dismay, and the sisters Pandora, who had been dismantling and disassembling a large pile of ammunition not far away, stopped their movements and spoke tacitly. Put away his pile of treasures: "I can't fight, I can't find the enemy."
"There must be something in there."
Sandora crossed her arms, frowning as she watched the slow-motion video before the second spaceship disappeared, "Turn off the engine, release the probe, and turn on the radar... Which step activated the trap lurking there... The scout ship shouldn't have been captured Wrecked, but it doesn't look like it's been teleported to another world... Neither ship sent back a distress signal, so something is blocking the transmission..."
While Sandora muttered her guess in a low voice, the elder sister had already thought of another thing. She looked at Bingtis and asked with her signature soft voice that was impossible to refuse. : "You sent observers there before, didn't you?"
Bingtis nodded: "Yes, I have been there for more than a thousand years, and I was almost recorded as dying in the line of duty."
I hurriedly answered: "If I were God Father, I would be imprisoned for a thousand years if I met someone like this."
Bingtis immediately poked my arm: "In that case, all the houses in the God Realm will have to be converted into confinement rooms—we are too insensitive to time, and in some serious cases, we may even forget to come out of the confinement room, and finally the officer must go out Please."
Immediately I was fascinated by such subordinates. If Sicaro could throw himself into the confinement room and forget about it, how much effort can I save? The saved urban management force is conservatively estimated to be enough to build Gaolaozhuang in three days. It's Manhattan...
Then Sandora and Elder Sister knocked a hand knife on the heads of me and Bingtis respectively, and shouted in a particularly hating tone: "Be serious!"
The difference is that Sandora is very stern towards Bingtis, while my elder sister shows me that kind of doting look that makes people dare not resist but feels very enjoyable. I have seen this kind of look for twenty years. Never tire of watching.
"I haven't been recruited for a whole thousand years, which means that the things lurking here are useless to the Protoss." The elder sister analyzed clearly, "and the void probe has not disappeared, which means that it is very likely that only the ones with a certain energy intensity or volume have reached a certain level." Things will be swallowed, Bingtis, you are an expert, after a world is destroyed, will it form such an invisible pit?"
"Do you suspect that after the world was destroyed, it became a trap that could swallow psionic units?" Bingtis understood her sister's meaning, "I have never heard of it. If the Spirit Fleet was destroyed, only its destroyer would know the situation..."
As we said that, the few of us turned our attention to Viska, who was squatting on the ground and drawing a little figure with chalk. After noticing the sight around him, he immediately raised his head and smiled innocently at us.
"Of course the Destroyer is also unclear."
Bingtis was dejected.
"Notify the Garden of Death." I saw that everyone was silent, and put forward my final opinion, "This is already an abnormal situation. I guess the amount of conventional investigative methods will be given away for nothing."
Seconded - I can count on a constructive idea Hey!
As a law-level facility, the Garden of Death system is rarely used. In most cases, we only need it for its super powerful spying ability. As the core of a world fragment that was almost assimilated by the void, the Garden of Death "Born" has the ability to easily penetrate the void to collect information. Its observation equipment has two components, one part is the large circular [square] field located in the [central] area of Avalon, which serves as an information operation terminal, and the other Part of it was directly transformed from the semi-empty boundary "matter" of the world fragments, the predecessor of Avalon. These components were permanently fixed in the void and existed in an incomprehensible state. Like the countless tentacles or roots extending into the void, with the help of them, the Garden of the Dead receives interference infinitely close to zero when listening to the information from the depths of the void.
Another function of the Garden of the Dead: to rewrite the laws of the universe of any target to a limited extent in the case of crossing the world, it has only been used a few times. Its ability is indeed very powerful, even stronger than The planetary fortress "Warsong" we recently captured (that thing is still being repaired now, of course I doubt whether Tavel intends to repair it before he completely disassembles that thing,) is even better, it's a pity Its usefulness is also too limited: have you ever seen a street brawler take out two dozen Tekken bazookas and spray each other on the spot
For all the reasons above, the death garden, a very important imperial equipment, is even less well-known than ordinary troops stationed on the border in most cases. Many servants even only saw the name of this thing from the enlistment manual, and passed away. The manager of the garden, the 1.7 meter version of Artemis, became the most leisurely of all the arsenal managers.
So when we heard that the Garden of the Dead was about to start, Artemis appeared in front of us almost jumping up and down, with a small note on her face. There are also a few small notes on the face of the horned beast, what a cold humor you think, she played poker with a mount, and then lost...
I began to wonder how strange the ordinary daily life of the idlers in Avalon was.