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After a moment of silence in the command hall below the bridge, the commanders once again returned to the tense battlefield dispatching, while on the officer's platform, the silence continued.
Sandora looked around, and faced me with a serious expression: "Ah Jun, the situation is not right, this replicant... I feel that it may be different from what we guessed before, 'it' should not only get your part of the power."
"'It' knows the earth very well, it knows the ancient writings of human beings, and modern history, and I suspect that 'it' even knows very well about us, this kind of teasing tone is the most suitable for communicating with us, "Archbishop Lilina, who is good at analyzing human psychology and has a talent for sensing the thinking tendencies of all living organisms, stood on a chair with a stack of books, barely keeping at the same height as everyone, "'It' adopts a method that allows us to The way of speaking that subtly lowers the level of vigilance improves our recognition of 'it', but I'm not sure whether the thinking mode of 'it' meets human standards, so I can't be sure."
"There is also a possibility," the elder sister looked at everyone worriedly, "this clone may have Ah Jun's memory... 'it' knows everyone present, and knows what to say under what circumstances."
I felt a chill down my back, and Miss Lin was moaning while clutching her forehead. She might have accidentally "looked" at the clone just now.
"Well, if that's the case, I don't mind using violence," Sandora moved her wrist, her tone was very bad, but her face was cold, "If 'it' really stole Ah Jun's memory. "
I scratched my hair in distress, thinking that this was just another unfounded guess. Who knows the real situation, we are not even sure whether the clone is walking upright...
However, there is one thing that is 100% certain without any doubts. This time, we must bring that experimental subject over.
The Hidden Bomber is an extremely dangerous warship in the case of a successful raid. The super-large-equivalent space-shrinking warheads they carry can suddenly collapse a space with a radius of several kilometers into a single point, and then re-expand to it in a random combination. Undisturbed, in the process. All entities within the range of the collapse will inevitably suffer great damage, even imperial units with extremely high resistance to law anomalies. There will also be structural dislocations after encountering a spatial contraction. This is fatal for warships maneuvering at high speed. The spaceship shields have no defense against this indirect attack. Smaller spaceships will be torn in half from end to end, and large warships will also suffer heavy damage. However, the Heavy Hidden Bomber is also an extremely fragile spacecraft. In order to carry super-large-yield weapons and have the ability to hide from any radar, at the same time, it must ensure high maneuverability so that it can be used in fierce military conflicts. Unknowingly and precisely attached to the target, the tonnage of these weird-looking spaceships is completely inversely proportional to their power. And the defense is frighteningly low, if there is no strong instant fire support. Basically something that dies in light of the light.
After the first sneak attack succeeded, the hidden bomber turned around and ran away neatly. The mission of the follow-up attack was handed over to their brother spaceships: the assault ship and the frigate, and the heavy spaceship formation led by Pandora and Viska had already circled around the back of the Fallen Apostle. When the latter was in chaos due to bombing, The two little lunatics launched a full-fire crushing battle that was especially in line with their style.
Hundreds of thousands of floating cannons form the curtain wall, and the background is a larger and more outrageous number of heavy gunboats and floating turrets commanded by the gunboats. Pandora's combat thinking is this: first we need a cannon, and then this cannon should With a lot of medium cannons, of course, if there is enough bandwidth and energy, each medium cannon can also carry a bunch of small cannons. When all the cannon barrels are in sight, the world will be full of joy—and victory.
This is why Pandora and Viska can always bring a few people to release the scene that looks like a fleet bombing. When they rushed to the enemy line with all their cannons, the rear commanders of the fallen apostles might be shocked and thought that they had suffered Attack by another army group.
There's nothing more fun than chasing after a swarm of unresponsive ships, blasting their engine nozzles and reactor bays—Viscar.
I really want to describe the ensuing battle in detail, but there is really not much to say. The fallen apostles are too unlucky. Really, they and their emperor counted countless times, but in the end they all carried a big battle. Somehow, the three scientific research worlds were burned to the ground, and the rebels who managed to catch up at this price were not caught. The emperor even appeared suddenly, and the fallen apostle who was always ambushing others was successfully ambushed. Corpses lay all over the place (this is an adjective, understand the spirit). When the rebels who were running away suddenly turned their heads and started to bite back, the commander of the fallen apostles was sure that he was really being bullied. There were enemies in all directions. The hidden bomber has placed an unknown number of space mines on the flanks, and there is a large cannon barrel chasing itself to amplify the waves. If this is not counted as besieged by all sides, then add the weird situations that continue to appear in their camp: inexplicably there are The battleship broke down, the firepower was out of control, the friendly forces were accidentally injured, and bad luck happened one after another. Some warships suddenly slowed down and were hit by people wobbly like in slow motion. Some spaceships were severely aged within a thousandth of a second and were torn to pieces , even if they did not suffer from these bad luck and the patronage of enemy artillery fire, some spaceships were shattered by the energy explosion that came out of nowhere. At the end of the battle, perhaps the commander of the fallen apostle would suspect that he was being attacked by a law weapon— Broadly speaking, they're right that the First Family is all about law weapons.
And until the end, I am afraid that the enemy commander will not understand why he ran out of his own laboratory and had never been in contact with other experimental subjects of Xiling apostles, and unexpectedly completed the test with the emperor without anyone noticing. This is a textbook cooperative ambush-in fact, I haven't figured out how it happened until now.
Lin Xue's prediction. Sandora's arrangement, the sudden weird behavior of the duplicate body, and a little bit of coincidence, completed this complex operation with brilliant results, but after the dust settled, I felt a little dizzy and couldn't figure out why this series of events happened Things, it seems to be explained clearly from the process, but it always gives people a feeling of being pre-designed. The whole process is so logical that it loses its authenticity.
"The enemy is retreating, they have matched the breakthrough code of the gravitational well."
A commander reported loudly that the host computer transmitted the situation on the battlefield to the officer platform. On the holographic projection, the fleet formation of the fallen apostles was on the verge of collapse. The heavy floating cannon array on the tail can make even the best fleet commander have nothing to do. And they have no support, even though this is in the territory of the Fallen Apostles. But Harlan who is stationed here may not lose another batch of the few precious spaceships left in the interior in order to save these fleets. As a fallen apostle who has given up the glory of a warrior and is left with unscrupulous methods, he has more than 80% chance of making this choice.
I turned my gaze to Sandora: "Continue to chase?"
The other party shook his head: "No, we can't let them have clearer information about the current strength of the imperial army. All fleets are shrinking and preparing to withdraw."
The Fallen Apostle Fleet, which suffered heavy losses in the ambush, chose to retreat across the board regardless of whether God's army had any intention of pursuing it. They are indeed qualified fighters, but qualified fighters are not ashamed to retreat rationally. However, qualified fighters will not give up their land to the enemy so easily, so they did a very insane thing in the style of Xiling before they evacuated-I don't know what they did. But a fallen apostle command ship sent a highly encrypted message, and then the dark red universe where the Royal Fleet lived suddenly became abnormal, and the bridge began to sound an alarm: "Attention! The current cosmological constant is disordered, and the logic loophole is about to approach the threshold !The strength of the world's barrier continues to decline, and the host recommends that the entire fleet evacuate!"
"It seems that they still retain the ability to directly destroy the entire universe," Sandora raised her eyebrows slightly, "The key constants for maintaining the balance of information in the universe are being reset, and this world is about to disintegrate. Superiors have applied for an extermination order."
"The defense line can't be defended anymore, so we just burn it all and blow it up," I shook my head helplessly, "I already knew that they would leave us with nothing, a typical 'tactic' of the Apostles of Xiling."
The small battleships returned to their motherships' hangars, and the large spaceships opened up their void navigation shields one after another. During the period before the end of the world, the captains of the Imperial Army were familiar with preparing equipment to deal with the collapse of the universe. At the same time, there was another fleet floating around the periphery of the imperial fleet. It was thousands of warships, large and small, painted in black and red. The uneasy atmosphere, this is something that has always kept every imperial soldier on high alert, so now the imperial fleet is gathering its formation while turning all its main guns to aim at these abyssal warships that still cannot be completely sure of the enemy or us. But in contrast, those battleships filled with the abyss breath pointed all their main guns at the depths of space, and still shouted that Mussolini was an idiot...
I said, that's enough, Mussolini is too pitiful, he has been dead for nearly a hundred years and was whipped to the top by another world, is there any humanity in this!
"They said they were not a threat, and at the same time sent various communication requests," the intelligence officer reported, "but the encryption level of these communication requests is average. In order to prevent the main engine of the starship from being polluted, we have not accepted it for the time being."
This may be the most peculiar contact process we have had with a group of abyssal spaceships until now. Everyone is cautious, including Sandora. Although we were still fighting side by side with the group of spaceships outside ten minutes ago, the officers here At this time, I still maintain the necessary caution. After thinking for a while, I still nodded: "Temporarily disconnect the communication host of the Admiral Empire from other arrays, and see what the replicants are going to do."
The intelligence officer followed suit, and reported inconceivably after a few seconds: "Your Majesty, the other party's flagship has applied for a boarding permit—they want to send someone to the Imperial Admiral, who is their supreme commander. There is a postscript to the application: 'Guess who I am?'"
Sandora and I looked at each other. Lin Xue waved her head like a bucket: "I'm used to it—that weird girl is so cute, accept the application, I can only say that there is no danger."
There is still a period of time before the complete collapse of this universe. Before that, we can figure out the identity of the other party. This is our goal at the beginning, but the situation is a little bit different from the previous expectation: what finally appeared in front of us is not just a The clone, and the thousands of abyssal warships led by 'it'.
The boarding permission was sent out quickly, and the number of people allowed was only one person. It is not a big mistake to ask the opponent to log in with a single-person shuttle, especially if the opponent may be a double king of abyss + void. The process was very cautious. The entire group army watched a shuttle from all directions. There were at least a hundred surveillance images on the bridge showing from all angles that the aircraft was steadily entering the No. 5 boarding port of the Imperial Admiral. The test results show that the shuttle itself carries an abyss reaction, but it does not have amplified infectivity. And the members of the aircraft turned out to be clean: they have nothing to do with the abyss. Soon, the boarders who walked through the 100-meter-long inspection corridor came to us. The first family grandly received this extremely special visitor with the most complete lineup.
…
Now we can finally call this out-of-control experimental subject without "it". Because the gender and appearance of the other party can already be determined, standing in front of me is a girl wearing a long black dress, visually measuring 1.65 meters, who looks a few years younger than Qianqian, with long hair in a shawl, and a plain face. , looks pretty. But just looking at her for the first time, she felt that there was a superior temperament in her eyes. It seems that it was cultivated in a great family, and it gives people a different feeling. It's a kind of weirdness and coquettishness - the last three points come from the escape in the other party's eyes, and the seven points come from the previous behavior.
Everyone couldn't react, and I stared at each other for three full minutes in a daze, and then slowly, I felt a strange feeling in my heart—of course it wasn't the thumping of my heart when I saw a beautiful woman. Girls in the gang are generally so beautiful that they effervesce, and I am not surprised that Sandora is even beautiful. I just feel that the girl in the black dress in front of me gives me a strange sense of familiarity, familiarity, intimacy, and no threat. Mi Er's little girl is the same.
And a few minutes ago, I still insisted that I was facing a magical creature with a height of three meters and a width of three meters, a green face with fangs and a mouth more than three feet apart, and a halazi, with tropical fish tattooed on the left arm and a quarantine certificate tattooed on the right arm. Come on—I always feel that the ones that came out of the Fallen Apostle's laboratory shouldn't be as juicy as they are in front of them.
"Hey, Ah Jun, why isn't he a guy who is three meters tall and three meters wide, with a blue face, fangs and a mouth more than three feet wide, and a halazi, with tropical fish tattooed on his left arm and a quarantine certificate tattooed on his right arm?" The girl who recovered from the fugue exclaimed.
Very good, Qianqian fully proves that it's not that the whole family does not enter the same family, this girl and I are born to be a couple...
Lilina stabbed my knee maliciously (she couldn't touch any higher places): "Boss, your clone."
Sandora looked at this side with a strange expression, and joined in the fun: "Ah Jun, is this deviation a bit big? It's a girl."
I:"… "
"Replica? Ha, it seems that everything is really planned," the girl in the black dress standing in front of us clapped her hands with a smile when she heard the conversations around her. There is still the conjecture of the blue-faced fangs, so I guess I can hear the sound of a beautiful voice as long as the other party speaks, "I am not a clone, but it is indeed from the clone project. Come out—without that plan, it would be really difficult to meet you."
I was taken aback, and was about to ask something, when the other party smiled sweetly at me: "Dad, let's go home for dinner! I'll cook today!"
Everyone was in an uproar, Qian Qianyan was about to scream, Miss Lin copied all the pans, and Lilina took out a small notebook to record black history, at this moment, the culprit who caused all this happened His eyes turned to Lin Xue: "Mom—"
This call, that one is coquettish and tactful, that one is cute and cute, that one is careful, it sounds just like the little girl on the side of the road acting like a baby with her own mother, but the one who called her on the spot looks like she might be younger than her mother older...
Lin Xue was holding the frying pan, her face was contorted. As a big girl who kept her body like a jade, she was a sexually tsundere girl who avoided idlers every now and then when she even kissed her boyfriend. The 20-year-old girl called mom, you can imagine the psychological impact, she didn't take out a big Ivan in front of everyone, that's a good thing. "This joke can't be messed around-who are you! What's the secret of where you come from, what you want to do! What do you want to do when you get close to Ah Jun and why I want to beat you up so much..."
The girl in the black dress shrank her neck: "Mom, put the frying pan away, I really won't cause trouble this time—I was really scared when I saw your frying pan, and because of this, I always thought I was It was sent when you recharged the phone bill... "
Everyone: "..."
Sandora poked my arm: "Ah Jun, why do I feel that even if she is not your daughter, she is close relatives within three generations with just this mouth?"
I:"… "
"Wood," Lin Xueyin's trembling voice made me turn my head away. It was unbelievable. This girl was covered with black smoke. She pointed at the girl who was smiling badly and claimed to be my daughter. Her voice was unstable. "If she can't tell me what flowers to come, later... mixed doubles!" (to be continued)