Although I don't understand that this one looks like a starship at first glance...... At least from the bottom up, it's a starship-style Remnant, why does it still have the function of ramming horns.

However, through the battleship summoned by Mishan, South Dakota and Washington, who had known Mishan's identity before, once again felt substantial pressure as "human leaders" and "lords of the earth".

It's a pity that what these two deep-sea dwellers don't know is that just halfway through the Strange Dust Remnant, something went wrong on the side of the radiation world.

Or rather, something went wrong with the navigation room located inside the battleship......

In the world of Fallout, because the power of arcane has been written into the rules and is used skillfully, Jiajia is fine to use.

But when she also comes to the new world with her, she suddenly realizes that the rules written by Yoneshan's Cottage Infinity Gauntlet are not enough.

As a result, the output to maintain the stability of the portal has increased a lot...... It was more than planned.

Watching the soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion around him lose their bodies at a faster rate, feeling the pressure on their bodies like a mountain, Jiajia, who was about to turn into a draeniccan, informed the eldest sister of this emergency in a weak voice.

"Rubbish!" Greenhill retorted.

Jiajia didn't respond, she was used to being scolded by Greenhill, and she didn't expect it to be her pot for this to happen.

Not only did she not respond this time, Jiajia also said, "My strength should be able to hold on until the teleportation is completed." ”

"But what about the result?" Greenhill asked.

“…… Just remember to cook something interesting for me every year......" Jiajia said.

"Dreaming!" Greenhill said, "Your Excellency won't allow you to do that, and I won't allow it!" ”

"But if the portal is closed early, the fragments of the battleship remaining in the space gap will have a high chance of causing a space storm." Jiajia said.

"I know, you keep it like this now, I'll figure it out for you." Greenhill said.

Greenhill, who had closed his previous correspondence with Jiajia, set his sights on Sister Mirin-Sakura...... Mirin's body, to be exact.

"I ...... See what I do? Mi Rin suddenly had a feeling of impending disaster.

"Natalia once told me about some special methods, although I don't know if it's suitable for you......" Greenhill said as he looked at Mirin.

"Oops! What do you want to do, big sister? Mi Rin, who sensed the life-and-death crisis, hurriedly hid behind her sister.

"Demons are also a suitable source of energy in many cases." Greenhill said to Mirin: "And I will adjust the level of output so that your life will not be in danger...... Maybe. ”

The word "maybe" appears because this trick is made by the demon hunters under the command of Rice Shan, and Greenhill, who only knows how to hack to death before talking about exorcism, is not very professional in this regard.

Now the situation is that either continue to let Jiajia keep it, Jiajia is completely drained, and the teleportation is completed.

Or Jiajia interrupts the teleportation early, and then it may cause a space storm to affect Mishan-sama near the portal.

Either find another source of energy to share Jiajia's pressure.

"It's hard to ...... Could it be a sacrifice to the devil? "As a subspace demon, Mi Rin instantly knew what Greenhill was going to do.

"Don't you want to? If you don't want to, I'll do it myself, and you'll be responsible for leading the team...... Don't let Misu-sama down. "The last option is for Greenhill to use himself as a source of energy.

However, due to the difference in the power of the world, neither Yyrin nor Yonezakura can guarantee the stability of their output.

As a result, just like Schrödinger's cat, Jiajia and Greenhill will both be in a comprehensive state of "either drained together" or "just out of strength".

Reflecting on this reason, Mi Rin must admit that the best thing to do now is to sacrifice himself.

“…… That...... Does it hurt...... "Mirin, who had never been sacrificed, asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been a demon, I haven't been sacrificed, I don't know if it hurts." Greenhill said.

"That'...... Come on! Mi Rin closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back, looking like she was holding her hands down.

Just when Mi Rin was facing the fate of being sacrificed as a power bank, Mi Shan's somewhat speechless voice sounded:

"Don't make any sacrifices or sacrifices, I'll contact the audience outside the venue."

The words of "......" and "......" caused the bridge to fall into an eerie silence.

A few seconds later, Jiajia's surprised voice sounded behind her: "Hey, where does this power come from?" I...... I feel like I'm full of energy!! ”

The result of Jiajia's words was that the originally swaying portal instantly stabilized, and Greenhill, knowing that the opportunity was not to be missed, once again pushed the rudder wheel representing the advance.

With the roar of the "energy conversion engine" for the Remnant of the Dust, the massive hull completely entered the sky above the Pearl Harbor Fortress, a large integrated world where Mishan was located.

Due to the low flight, it is only a few hundred meters above the boiling and tumbling sea.

The sense of oppression brought by the Remnant of the Dust directly washed away the sense of apocalyptic chaos caused by the nuclear explosion.

In another world, a world far away from the world in which Y. Rice Shan is currently located, in terms of "world distance".

A golden tart-headed guard who had just finished his mission hurried to a hall full of pure gold and a large number of human skulls as the main decoration.

He bowed his head to the voice sitting on the golden throne in the center of the hall and said, "My Majesty, the matter has been settled, and the unplanned thousand psionics have been thrown into the Star Torch to complete their due sacrifice. ”

"Hmm" responded to the golden-clad squire's magnetic voice that seemed to touch the soul directly, "Those fools who do their useless work every day have finally done their job. ”

On the other side of the throne, a red-skinned cyclops wondered, "Father, does the Star Torch also serve as a navigator across the world?" ”

"It's meant to be this role, if it's just in this galaxy, it's enough to rely on the power I should weaken to ensure that those warships that have been used for thousands of years and don't know how to repair the navigation system will not get lost in subspace."

"Then why ......" Cyclops couldn't understand why a thousand psionics were sacrificed every day.

"Because you haven't stuck your ass to a chair like I did for 10,000 years, you can't understand how much I need some daily entertainment." The voice from the throne continued.

"......" the cyclops grimaced, but forcibly endured it and continued, "In other words, sacrificing a thousand psionics every day just so that you can better roam the subspace?" ”

"It's not just subspace, it's somewhere else." The figure on the throne said, "But those worlds are too dangerous for you, you just forget about them." ”

"If that's the case, why are you building a network? And blame me for destroying the network? It's just a trivial thing. The cyclops asked speechlessly.

"......" Cyclops' words silenced the hall.

After a few minutes, the cyclops wondered, "Father? ”

"You're not ready...... the voice on the throne said, "and there's no chance to prepare again." ”

"Father?" "Your Majesty?"

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