After confirming that the offline machine was reactivated, the natives began to load the mech with weapons and energy sources, and the edible energy blocks were actually used as fuel, which they stuffed into the motive along with the outer box. I don't quite understand the technical issues, but the Aboriginal excitement has spread through the communication channels. Throughout the region, the natives continue to find usable equipment and materials, modify weapon modules and surface armor, and transform broken offline machines into heavy vehicles. To say that they feel helpless, is still the first to find the problem of the power structure part, to be precise, is the balance module of the problem, at this time of the offline machine, whether it is automatic balance or manual balance has irreparable problems, flying often has the wrong direction and the fuselage tilt and shake the problem, this unstable state, so that the offline machine can no longer be as intact as at that time, can freely shuttle in the narrow roadway. In case you have to take advantage of the geographical environment, you really need to test the captain's piloting ability.

In any case, it can be called lucky that usable supplies can be found at the crash site. This kind of obedience reinvigorates the feelings of the indigenous people, who change their attitudes from loss and horror to hope when they talk about their collapsed gathering places and their lost companions.

I couldn't get involved in their work at all, so I stayed quietly in the corner of the offline machine, listening to their conversation with the help of the terminal translator, waiting for the maintenance project to end. In fact, their work progressed even faster than I had imagined, with deck space and armor shells being strengthened at a visible rate, and then module after module and pipeline, blending into the mech in a messy but not fragile structure. They also elected a new captain, as the original captain was dead, and the new captain was not a modified human like "Plus", except for one arm. Most of his body was a proto, however, in order to better control the offline machine, he still decided to temporarily modify it, loading the parts of the original captain that were still intact on his body. This kind of temporary, inadequate equipment and materials transformation is naturally incomplete. There will be many after-effects for the reformers, but in the eyes of the natives, it is something that needs to be considered after the battle is over. Just to deal with this war, the existing tools and supplies can be done, and it must be done.

"Somebody has to do something." These were the words that the new captain finally persuaded the other aborigines. So, he did what a "captain" should do. The transformation was carried out in a building somewhere, I did not see the process, and in the end the new captain was carried back by the aborigines - the transformation did not fail, but. Due to the environment, the new captain who undergoes the modification completely loses the ability to move as an individual, and becomes the core component of the body similar to the "offline machine drive system". He was conscious, but after loading this offline machine, he could never get out of this offline machine. The offline machine will be his only and last body.

Although among the aborigines, it is not uncommon to transform people. There are also people who deliberately incorporate themselves into machines such as offline machines in order to gain a longer lifespan and more powerful functions than the protozoar. But when someone they know has to be transformed into this way, they still don't think it's a good thing.

After the new captain was implanted as a "drive system" in the offline machine, the problem of the fuselage balance system was unexpectedly and effectively solved, and by this time, it can be said that the aborigines had done their best. Under the existing conditions, it is no longer possible to do better. Everyone sorted out their supplies again, and Yuguan entered the offline machine, which looked extra heavy after the repair, and they were silent, after the project was over. The agitated enthusiasm gradually cooled, and no matter how great the purpose of this operation was, it could not change the fact that it was possible to completely die on the battlefield. Having managed to escape from the crumbling gathering place and survive, now it is time to return to avenge his comrades and try to defeat the seemingly unstoppable enemy. I don't have to think about it to know what kind of mood these aborigines will have in this kind of successive contradictions. But until the offline machine was raised, no one retreated.

In fact, these aborigines have different opinions on whether to return to the battlefield, and some people feel that returning to the battlefield is just a waste of death. It was only after the collective decision came out that those who opposed it did not insist on their views anymore. This detail can be somewhat reflected in the fact that they have a stronger sense of compliance with "collective decisions" than ordinary people. Even their own opinions are not unreasonable, and in this collective decision, they are allowed to do what they want.

The notion that they do not break away from the group, even if they do not agree with their own ideas - this kind of mentality seems to be ingrained in the hearts of these indigenous peoples, and this mentality is probably their instinct to survive in this dangerous environment.

I watched them, and in the heaviness that filled the cabin, the new captain's voice reached everyone's ears, and he asked everyone to make sure once again that the safety devices on their seats had been activated. Everyone does what they say, and I'm no exception. At the end of the last countdown, the heavy offline machine sent a distance vibration as it slowly moved away from the ruins of the complex and leaped upward.

The offline machine has been accelerating, and the huge force has pressed everyone in their positions, and this time the acceleration is rougher than the first time I took the "plus" offline machine, and the whole fuselage is creaking, and people can't help but worry about whether it will disintegrate halfway. However, the worst did not happen, after the offline aircraft entered the cruise mode, the tremor and sound of the fuselage were significantly weakened, and even the aborigines couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this point, my terminal automatically displays a map and marks the location parameters of the gathering place and the offline machine - I can't read the characters and numbers, but I even guess that is what it is. The distance between the two on the map shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few moments, a more detailed map of the tree pipe band popped up, replacing the previous rough outline.

Before the off-line machine entered the tree pipe belt, the purification device in the cabin was already running at full capacity, and the whirring sound suppressed the sound of people's conversation. The collapse of the virus in the gathering place still makes the aborigines feel uneasy, and they don't want to die of infection before the official war. I understood their feelings very well, and finally broke through their fears and faced this qiē with a decisive mood. But if you fall before you find the enemy, you must be desperate and unwilling.

The natives had re-buried their bodies in their protective suits, and the dull sound of breathing was transmitted through the guò communication channel, where everyone could hear everyone else's movements, and at this time. There is only this breathing sound.

After a dozen breaths, a strong vibration came, making people feel as if the offline machine had been hit by something outside, and then hit the building, slashing a distance. The new captain kept saying "No problem!" No problem! Although it sounds, it sounds like encouraging yourself. At this time, the aborigines still did not speak, but their breathing was a little shorter. Fortunately, it was fast. The situation improved, and the offline machine stabilized again after a period of tumbling.

"It's the security system, and the security guards are coming in." The new captain described the battle outside, as if he didn't know anything, the two sides of the war were no longer gathering places, Doomsday Shinrikyo and physical life, the gathering place was no longer moving, but a large number of security guards surrounded the tree pipe belt. They can be seen in almost every tube hole. The previous shock was a fierce battle between several Doomsday Shinrikyo wizards and a large group of security guards.

"Cards. Our goal is to search for survivors, gather people, and don't do superfluous things. "Indigenous voices are circulating in the communication channels.

"I know, I'll avoid them." The new captain "Ka" replied without hesitation.

"Are we going deep into the tree pipe belt? Are there any normal people in the gathering place? Another voice said.

"I know of a couple of quarantines that aren't in the core of the tree pipe belt, maybe someone stays there." A voice said that, and then. The location he spoke of was marked on everyone's map.

Just as everyone was studying the map, the offline machine vibrated again, and the captain shouted: "It's been discovered!" Before his words fell, the offline machine had already turned over. A huge centrifugal force came, and everyone's body involuntarily tilted to the side. Before he could adjust his posture, some aborigines had already inserted their terminals into the panel and pulled out the handle beside them in one go. In an instant, his seat was spliced together and pushed outwards by the constantly rising equipment—he activated the weapon module, and the natives who were sitting on the side of the board with him did the same thing one after another, and the huge side walls of the offline plane suddenly became transparent. All I could see was a large number of dead soldiers pouring out of the pipes like grains of sand, jumping up and falling from below, and a dozen or so dead soldiers who had already climbed onto the fuselage of the offline machine, cutting through the exterior armor.

The roll of the offline machine threw off a few dead soldiers, and in a thrilling brushing of the wall, all the dead soldiers on the side of the fuselage were knocked down, and after that, the bulging weapon module bloomed a large amount of light blue strong current, sweeping away all the dead soldiers who were still climbing on the fuselage. Then, a large number of warheads entangled in electric light erupted from the muzzles of the guns, sweeping away the dead soldiers who tried to climb the fuselage, and at the same time, a large number of long-range attacks were like ten thousand sparks, coming straight at us, as if they were about to engulf us in one breath.

The offline machine rolled again, drifting sideways into a pipe in an inertial attitude, and swept away the dead soldiers with artillery fire along the way, even so, these dead soldiers did not die in the real sense, at most they were only broken legs and feet, and the weapons improvised by the offline machine were not enough to destroy their shells, but only relied on strong kinetic energy and electricity to stop their movements. In comparison, the dead soldiers who happened to be on the forward route of the offline plane, but were not swept away by the fire net, once hit by the nose of the plane, they would be completely torn apart, and there would be no signs of activity.

The offline machine is rampage under the control of the captain "card", and the number of dead soldiers is terrifying, but there is no individual who can stop the advance of the offline machine in absolute strength, and the captain "card" has always avoided encountering this powerful individual, cautiously avoiding any "huge body" of the dead soldiers, using precise and swift manipulation to run rampant in the narrow gap, and skillfully use the surrounding barriers to block the fire of the group of dead soldiers.

Everyone here has experience fighting with the Dead Soldiers, the security guards, and knows very well that once they are entangled by a Dead Soldier, they will be tracked down until they exceed the coverage of the security network, or destroy all the Dead Soldiers. But in fact, at this time, it is impossible to achieve complete destruction, because there are too many of these dead soldiers. I really don't know what's going on with the tree pipe belt. One can't help but wonder if the security network has taken advantage of the gap and has begun to shroud the tree pipe belt. Although the union of Shinrikyo and the Body's life has caused great suffering to the gathering place, it is the most dangerous situation in the gathering place if the safety net covers the tree pipe belt.

Doomsday Shinrikyo and physical life are powerful though. But the number of people is too small, and if it hadn't been for the early erosion of the Saya virus, the gathering place would not have collapsed so lightly, and even if it collapsed, it could have dispersed and evacuated and regrouped elsewhere. Even now, when the Saya virus is raging, there are a small number of indigenous people who have escaped the catastrophe, as long as they survive this difficulty. The aborigines can then find a new place and develop again. However, the increase in the coverage area of the safety network means that the space for the aboriginal people to operate is compressed, and these dead soldiers are continuously created by the safety network, not only are there enough of them, but each dead soldier is more powerful than the ordinary aborigines. Even if the aborigines adopt a guerrilla approach, it is only a matter of survival.

I want to fight for living space in this Victorian Heavy Industry Materialization Zone. The greatest enemy of these aborigines is not the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the natives, but the Ruling Authority's network of safety nets and security guard production workshops. Don't look for a chance. Destroy the roots of the security network in one fell swoop, and eliminate this large number of dead soldiers, and sooner or later the indigenous people will be swallowed up by the growing group of dead soldiers.

According to Plus, in the past, Primal Life has been the strongest force in suppressing the Ruling Bureau's security net. However, what is happening today. However, I think that the behavior of physical life seems very "weird". They apparently allowed the expansion of the security net, and it would be of no benefit to them to do so, because the individual of the physical life is powerful. However, there are far fewer of them, and even now, when the Ruling Bureau's security network is "crazy", it still lists the number one target for purge. After all, the ruling bureau and the body life have always been mortal enemies.

I can't help but speculate that perhaps the cooperation between the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Elemental Life will have a bigger move, making the Elemental Life feel that there is no longer a need to suppress the Ruling Authority's security net. I don't know exactly what this will be, but now that Primal Life has done so, it proves that change will occur in the near future.

The offline machine was speeding, tumbling, circling, and the violent movement made the fuselage structure twist, and sparks had already splashed in many places, and it was obvious that it was already approaching the maximum load. Once the overload is too long, the offline machine will disintegrate again. This offline machine seems to have been strengthened in maintenance from the outside, however, everyone here knows that they are just reintegrating the fragmented offline machine, and the strength of the body is not stronger than the original offline machine, and even, because of the lack of transformation tools, the final product will be reduced in the strength of the fuselage structure, which cannot be concealed by the thickening of the shell.

Captain "Ka" had to risk crashing into the offline storage garage of the original gathering place, speeding along the broken track, and using his familiarity with the location to get rid of the dead soldiers. The Dead Soldiers have invaded this place, but because of the madness of the Saya virus, a large number of patients have blocked the Dead Soldiers with several times the number and fought unrelentingly. Looking in all directions, almost all the warring parties had already focused all their attention on their opponents, and even the huge offline machines drove by without interfering.

The natives breathed a sigh of relief, but their voices were rather dry, because these infected who fought the dead soldiers were originally their compatriots and the biggest accomplices in destroying the entire settlement. If it weren't for the fact that the Saya virus was too contagious to be stopped, it would have been difficult for the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Elemental Life to destroy the gathering place so completely, because their numbers were too small.

The offline machine finally got rid of the "ant colony" composed of dead soldiers, and after going around a few circles, it crossed the top of a living area, and the scene under the fuselage was full of devastation, which was unbearable to witness, a large number of infected corpses eroded the structure building, forming a large pustule and fungus blanket composed of flesh and blood, and even in some places, there was already a human body silhouette formed purely by the proliferation of flesh and blood, as if a person had "grown" out of the structure material.

I don't know if "Saya" will be formed here, but in the past apocalyptic illusions, "Saya" took shape more quickly. But for now, this life is only surrounded by a silence that smells of death, painting a strange and desperate scene. It's like the end of the world, it's like hell, and even, from the visual stimulus alone, the end and hell are far from enough to depict the impact of this scene - the aboriginal people's bodies are wrapped in heavy protective clothing, but from their stagnant movements, it is completely clear that they are in a mood at this time.

This is the place where they were born and raised, it is their home, and they originally thought that no matter what kind of blow this gathering place is, it will always exist, and all the Victorian Heavy Industry Materialization Area will be transformed into a suitable environment for human life, and then develop and find a way out of this area. It was a dream that had been passed down for many generations since our ancestors, but at this moment, it has suffered a disaster that can be described as eradicated. I imagine that what happened to the aborigines is not much different from the place where I was "mysteriously" invaded in the apocalyptic fantasy in the past, and I have seen many people change when faced with such a situation. These indigenous peoples are conceptually different from humans from the outside world, but some of the essences are common. I think I can understand their feelings at this time.

"There is a distress signal!" The calm voice of the captain "Ka" interrupted the atmosphere that permeated the cabin, constantly boiling and constantly suppressing. He is a reformer, who has theoretically stripped away the influence of emotion on reason, and it can be said that he is the most sober aboriginal at this moment. And the news he brought made the other aborigines really boil.

"Aren't you right? Card! Release the signal at this time, but it will expose the quarantine area to save zài! An aboriginal shouted.

"I read that right, maybe they're really to the point where they have to fight." The captain "Ka" said in a deep voice: "I'm going to accelerate, the direction is north, the distance is two thousand." As he spoke, the fuselage tilted violently again, interspersed through the flesh-and-blood buildings.

There were no interceptions along the way, but in front of them, there was movement that gradually became clear, and it should be a battle. Because it has been out of silent sailing mode, the entire transparent porthole is not closed, and everyone can see that the "cliff" formed by a complex of buildings is collapsing. After advancing for some distance, there was a huge impact that set off a wave of air, mixed with fragments surging through the fuselage, hitting one after another, and even cutting a deep trace on the heavy armor, the only thing to be thankful for was that there was no flesh and blood of the Zài Saya virus in these fragments, so that the entire fuselage would not be eroded by those vicious flesh and blood.

"Target confirmed, it's a physical life, two!" With the sound of the captain's "card", the muzzle of the weapon module began to shift, constantly adjusting the focus, trying to concentrate fire on one of the elemental lifeforms, and the "giant spear" that had not been used when encountering a large group of dead soldiers before had also been mounted on the launch port. These "giant spears" are much larger than the spear ammunition used to drive away the life of the body when I first met the search team of "Plus", and of course they will be more powerful.

The next moment, the offline plane suddenly slammed back, and saw a mass of matter breaking through the air waves, stretching continuously in flight, and finally resembling an extraordinarily large light-like spear, in fact, it was not "one", but was formed by the aggregation of dense artillery fire. The offline machine chased the light-shaped spear forward, but it was gradually pulled away, and even so, we were already very close to the source of the distress signal, and we could faintly see the elemental life that had been selected as the target with the naked eye. I saw that the figure hovered in mid-air like a bird, as if it was about to start a second round of attacks, but as soon as it turned its head, it caught eye with us.

It spotted the light-like spear at the last moment, but it didn't seem to have time to react, and it was engulfed in an instant. (To be continued......)