The hatch was deformed, and Moretz's own mecha only had one arm left, so he had to let Liu An, operating a thick wheel saw taller than a human, violently cut through Maggie's cockpit shell.

Moretz looked at Liu An in amazement again, just wearing a pair of ordinary leather gloves, braving smoke to tear open the half-cut red hot metal slats, and gently pull out his friend from the protective seat in the cockpit.

Thankfully, Maggie's suit wasn't damaged, and her helmet was just cracked, and her forehead looked bruised.

Moretz nervously pulled a data cable from her waist and inserted it into the data port on Maggie's waist, revealing a virtual screen from her helmet with her body readings.

It should just be shocked and passed out in a coma.

It only takes a few hours of rest and you should wake up.

Moretz, who breathed a sigh of relief, was in the mood to look at the living base in front of him at this time.

The radiation dose is 0, the air is fresh, and the temperature is suitable...... Seeing the data on the helmet, Moretz pressed somewhere on the shoulder, and with a thud, the helmet detached from the interface with the neckline, and she placed the helmet on the seat next to the sofa.

The carpets on the floor and on the walls are of unknown period...... It should have been cleaned, there were no windows, and the light was shining through the squares overhead—typical of a warship, with Maggie sleeping in two couches put together.

Thinking of this, Moretz also took off her helmet.

After checking his weapon, Moretz stepped out of the room.

The guy just now drunkenly said that she was free, and then he didn't know where he ran when he went out.

The corridor was a little dim, but Moritz still saw from the layout of the lamps and the layout of the walls and the deck under his feet that this should be an antique of the Alius VI period, which was an antique from 1,200 years ago, and only the casting process of that era would make the metal of the deck and walls show blue-gray rust.

The ship type that was eliminated several generations ago, and Moretz didn't know its internal structure, so he had to check it door by door.

The first room opposite, about the general's room and conference room, is quite large but stuffed with all kinds of things. Most of them are paper books, stacked in rows and rows of metal shelves, as well as storage devices and carriers that have been popular in various periods for nearly two thousand years.

But they were all collected from the garbage mountain......

"Study?" The counter was marked and classified with words she didn't recognize, and when she picked up a random one, the smell of paper and ink unique to paper books came to her face, and it seemed that she had been cleaned simply, and she didn't know how long she hadn't looked at it, and there was a shallow layer of dust.

Walking along the cabinet, Moritz picked up basic books from time to time to flip through them, from customs to astronomy and geography. There are also literature, science and technology that are popular in various eras. It is approximately chronologically and in order. It condenses the history of the entire Ryukaze Empire for 2,000 years, all the way to 500 years ago.

"If he'd seen it all, it would explain his abilities...... It seems that the creative ability is not bad, and they can invent electromagnetic technology that is very different from the imperial technology but obviously low-level......"

Room by room. Plant cultivation room, machinery manufacturing room, food processing room, granary...... Moretz was increasingly surprised by the sheer size of the chamber, and the fact that it was all completely deviating from the original purpose of the chamber, and that she had not found anyone else so far.

"Could it be that this is a base of life that has lasted for generations?"

Moretz could only guess because she really didn't believe that one person could do this.

There was a room with various oil paintings of the same height as the human body, which made her very curious, and the paintings were full of all kinds of beautiful women. There are about hundreds of works, and when she first entered, she was shocked, because it was so real, and she thought the room was full of people.

※I ※ is ※ evil ※ evil ※ ※ divides ※ cut ※ thread※

The next day, Maggie woke up as if she had slept naturally. Except for a little bruise on his forehead, there were no other symptoms.

The two found Liu An's room and dug him out of bed, the reason was that they were hungry.

There were only various raw materials in the warehouse, there was no processed food or military rations that they were familiar with, and the mecha that the two of them were riding on had about 15 days of fluid food poured on it, but the living quarters were shrouded in an electromagnetic shield, and they had no authority to open the passage.

Fortunately, when there is no nightlife, Liu An does not have the habit of sleeping naked, and there is no vulgar episode of "why are you not wearing clothes" and "Damn, what clothes do you wear to sleep".

Sleepy, he got up and prepared the food in the kitchen as if sleepwalking, and the two girls sat in the dining room with great interest to admire his cooking.

As a foodie, cooking skills will not be sealed with reincarnation, at most, some ingredients cannot be processed with magic skills, Liu An quickly sorted out a table of meals that are full of color and flavor.

Moretz and Maggie felt their index fingers move just by looking at it, tried to eat a small bite, their eyes lit up, they grabbed a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and they felt uncomfortable after eating for a while, so they changed to spoons, spoonful after spoonful, and sang out: I can't stop at all~! (laughs)

After being reincarnated, Liu An's appetite was not as exaggerated as before, like a stomach with a black hole, but compared with the two girls, it was still a rice bucket level existence, and he ate quickly, and it didn't take five minutes for three bowls of rice to go down.

The meal was so much that even the lunch was brought out, and after telling the two girls how to use his handmade old microwave, he wiped his mouth and left.

"Hmm...... This guy is completely taking us as air."

Moretz swallowed a mouthful of food and said.

"Isn't that good, the province is pestering us like flies"

"Hmm...... It's not that feeling, it's not that kind of pretending to be indifferent to get our attention, I think about it...... Oh yes, kind of like the old professors, or treat us as homosexuals altogether."

"Huh? Are you saying he's gay? ”

"Poof"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Moretz almost squirted out of a mouthful of food, and Maggie laughed, as if when talking about such a topic, everyone is gossiping regardless of gender.

After eating, the two pampered eldest ladies have no concept of cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Curious, I visited the boy's room, looking for the legendary "toilet paper balls" and "self-rubbing power generation tools", but in addition to a few stinky socks and worn underwear, there were only wine bottles all over the floor.

"How do you feel like a middle-aged uncle in his life? Bottle, bottle or bottle"

Moretz wrinkled his nose as if he smelled a foul odor, and picked up a sock with something in disgust.

"It's like I've lived with a middle-aged uncle."

"Do you have to experience it yourself? It seems that there are many middle-aged uncles like this in the academy's guards. Wine bottles, wine bottles, and wine bottles, women, women, and women...... It's just that he's not as decadent as those people, he's not going to talk about him, let's go to other rooms to see, there seem to be a few more rooms here, I don't want to go to a utility room to spend the night."

Moretz quickly threw away what he was holding.

The two girls talked and laughed, and it seemed that there was no sequelae of escaping death at all, and after looking at the other rooms, they immediately decided to move in, and there was no luggage anyway. Identify them by the electronic systems that come with their suits. If you make a key card, you have the right of residence.

After that, the two followed the route Moretz took yesterday. I went through the living area again.

The studio is the key place for the two to stay, as an aristocratic school, art appreciation is simply a compulsory basic course, and the two of them appreciate one painting after another. From the technique to the artistic conception, it was discussed for a long time.

At noon, I went back to the dining room to heat up the food in the microwave, and after the meal, I found a few bottles of drinks from the refrigerator that were not alcohol, and returned to the studio to continue looking at the paintings.

※I ※ is ※ evil ※ evil ※ ※ divides ※ cut ※ thread※

If there were no accidents, Liu An estimated according to his cultivation progress that even if he could live to be 300 years old, he would not be able to recover 10% of his ability.

What's more, his body can't live to be 300 years old at all, and the cultivation exercises in the martial arts world can only extend his life a little, and the Taoist exercises that focus on health preservation can only live to be one hundred and fifty or sixty years old. It also needs to be well maintained, and that condition is not available here in Junk Star.

The reason why he chose to nest in Junk Star is because he carefully studied the content of the mission, and found that the focus of completing the mission is to open the spatial passage between Mountain City (E-C) and this world, so that the power of the block can be introduced. Playing team battles, this is his best sport.

After being reincarnated, it can be said that he is an ordinary person at all, and it is completely impossible to use his strength to open up a shortcut for himself like those previous mission scenarios.

Only with a big fist will others listen to you, this is a truth that he has long practiced. Especially after examining the mainstream atmosphere of this world.

Not to mention whether he has the ability to break through scientific and technological means to get close to those in power and issue a warning, the imperial constitution clearly stipulates that those who mislead the public with rumors will be sent to the ice galaxy and dig coal in the most primitive way for thirty years...... It's to give a shovel, without any power to assist in the ice and snow, and then happily pick up a soap god horse in the black prison at night, the original delicate o caliber, will become a black thick 0 caliber...... When you put on the tuba, it feels smooth.

In fact, there are a lot of black technologies in this world, such as mechanical prosthetics, biochemical modification, and genetic mutations...... Those old bandits who sit through the prison are not necessarily worse than the heroes, judging from his tender and delicious urine, once he enters, the ending is doomed......

Therefore, it is better to go out to engage in wind and rain, than to stay at home and farm and climb technology.

For example, after several years of experimentation and research, he has used countless coils and regulating devices to find a way to convert electricity into magic and stabilize the output.

For example, he has built an energy model of a large-scale summoning spell with a success rate of 95% through tens of thousands of simulation experiments, and only needs to save enough electricity to convert into magic and sacrifice enough blood to break through the spatial barrier and summon any boss lady = thug who has a contractual relationship with him.

For another example, after tens of thousands of analyses and tests, he has determined the antibodies in his blood components that hinder magic and spiritual power, and in line with the "aunt" principle of not negatively affecting the body every week, he has accumulated more than 400 purified tubes of "summoning mediums" and stored them in a low-temperature cold room.