287. Ruined miè with a new life?

‘……’

There is no taste.

Or, for ghosts, the taste is something that never exists.

Although he knew that the air was filled with a pungent smell similar to burning sulfur, and that the rust of engine oil and steel was in the air, to the ghost, this qiē was the same as the air on Guam.

'If you don't resist, you won't die, why don't you understand?' ’

The ghostly girl looked at the messy scorched earth beneath her feet, and a trace of contempt flashed in her silver-white pupils.

Forty-three craters evenly flattened Pearl Harbor. Oh no, it's a chain basin to be exact. With the computing power of the DS-1, forty-three missiles were enough to turn any ground facility on Pearl Harbor into a mass of waste, which could be smashed into the ground.

The V-2 rockets of those days were enough to form a circle of destruction the size of a football field on the ground. Under the deliberate manipulation of DS-1, even the missiles without a charge still dragged a long tail smoke to plow the entire Pearl Harbor, completely destroying all the buildings on the ground, and there was not even a bit of scum left.

It was like the coming of the apocalypse, and the earth was brutally ravaged and turned black. The steel that had been kneaded into slag by the huge kinetic energy mixed with some flowing oil crackled and burned on the soil, and from time to time a dull explosion could be heard from the interior of the island, and the black soil exploded upwards with a wave of earth mixed with the fire current. It's a recreation of hell.

As far as the eye can see, there is a scorched black land except for the blue ocean. Even the high slopes such as small hills have never existed. Only forty-three steel pillars shone silver, standing steadily on Pearl Harbor against the black sky.

Those silvers are the light of the will of the Death Star. It is used to protect those large missiles as a foundation and when they are deeply embedded in the soil.

And those gangsters who tried to use their mantis arms as cars on the island, naturally, they couldn't see even a trace of it.

'Your life is so short, there is no need to rush to death......

Looking at the metallic color that appeared on the still burning scorched earth, the phantom of DS-1 gradually drifted to the ground, silently watching the burning residue.

About three minutes ago, it was densely packed with countless deep-sea facilities. They might be called the deep sea where some memories have been revived. A number of buildings have been built on the water, and they have declared their sense of existence with great fanfare.

But so what? Even if it is a subspace defense capability at the level of the total flagship of the deep sea. There is also no way to resist the kinetic energy of such hundreds of tons of shells falling from the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters. These crazy deep-sea people who have lost their wisdom do not know how to defend elastically, let alone survive with broken tails, but only know how to use the greatest strength to resist the invasion of artillery fire.

It was no more difficult to get there than popping a balloon with a needle, and DS-1 didn't even use his own power at all. Simply attached to the shell of the missile, I witnessed the last days of the crazy deep-sea people who somehow rebuilt the deep-sea structure. Of course, they couldn't find even a complete corpse. In the face of pure violence, only countless burning pits remained.

With a depth of more than 100 meters and a diameter of more than 500 meters for direct damage, under the deliberate kinetic manipulation of Miss Deathstar, these missiles almost vertically penetrated the entire Pearl Harbor, like dozens of steel graves, flashing with pale silver light on the charred black soil.

Wander through the ruins and flames. The ghostly maiden caressed the steel pillar and gently closed her eyes.

'Preliminary obstacle clearance, done. Resource allocation. Finish. The self-regulatory machine qì detection, completed. Now begin the preliminary construction of the ground infrastructure, the nanowork machine qì, unfold ......'

Invisible fluctuations loomed over Pearl Harbor.

Like a bud blooming, the jet vent at the end of the steel missile gradually twisted and bloomed. A cloud emerged from the spout that had been rendered pale silver, yes. It's just a lump of silver. These mercury-like products spread along the charred black soil the moment they touched the ground.

These little silvery things quickly spread across the hellish soil. It gives the feeling of a silver eraser. Wherever it spreads, the wreckage and dust disappear silently. And these little things are magnified by a point.

In the mind of the ghost girl, these silver machines had paved the entire island into a metal slab by the sea in a matter of minutes.

At the very least, the surface is all metallic, containing a siliconized mixture and calcium carbonate.

‘…… Preliminary construction of the ground infrastructure was completed and completed. ’

Next, the impact coefficient of the wind wall is calculated......

Break, 3 minutes and 24 seconds......

After confirming that the ground foundation had been reached, the ghost girl slowly opened her eyes on a piece of silver earth and gasped slightly.

Looking at the delicate structures that gradually emerged around him to adjust the direction of the wind and the general weather, DS-1 couldn't help but feel a little tired, and looked at the dark ocean with a little distraction.

Theoretically, the best location for the launch platform is currently on file on the desert island in New Zealand. It is only a few hundred kilometers away from the equator, and it can obtain the maximum ejection force and specific message number jù. But for security reasons, the DS-1 did not choose there.

The second is Guam, which does have a certain amount of capital as a satellite launch base. It is 1,400 kilometers away from the equator, second only to the hundreds of kilometers of the nameless island, and the basic resources and working fluids can be quickly manufactured and launched from local materials. But there is a problem here, which definitely has a great impact on the real side of yàn

It is impossible for the real yàn room under Guam to counteract the huge impact of satellite launches, and it is impossible to arrange the rocket launch position on the official road.

So, after comparing many parties, only Hawaii can meet its own requirements.

As for the so-called deep sea on the island...... Are they really any threat? In addition to the quantity?

'Go on...... Now that the wind wall has been calculated, the next step is to calculate ...... Well? ’

…… Are you still alive? That deep sea?

Feeling a new wave coming from the corner of his soul, DS-1 looked at his feet with some strange looks.

An irregular bulge suddenly appeared on the otherwise smooth metal mixing plate. Under DS-1's slightly strange gaze, it swelled upwards more and more rapidly, eventually tearing a gap.

And in the midst of that bulging lump, a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old sprang out of a splint made of steel and rock.

The girl who had crawled out of the grave coughed a few times on her stomach, looking blankly at the scenery like a newborn baby, and then suddenly realized something and looked at the sky, and met the eyes of DS-1 who was looking down.

‘……’

“……”

They were silent for a long time.

But then, the girl who crawled out of the ground had a smile as bright as the equator.

"Yo! The little sister floating over there! Do you know who I am? (To be continued)

PS: Something is wrong with the computer, sorry.