Chapter 864: Logs
Chapter 864 Log
The guy who was lying in the sun in the yard, if an ordinary person could see the real scene inside, his lifelong view of the world would probably collapse in an instant.
All the winged people in the house have come out to dry their feathers......
Of course, the one without feathers is also drying other things, such as shallow is drying the quilt, Lilina is drying her hair, and Little Bubble is catching a mouse and drying her belly.
Bingdis is the most qualified one in a group of winged guys, she is familiar with more than 1,600 kinds of tips for taking care of feathers, and she has summarized a set of radio gymnastics for wing stretching, this "female" hooligan seems to have lived for nearly 100 million years to live on business, you say how boring she must have to be to accumulate so much nonsense knowledge - but after all, she finally succeeded in fooling all the winged creatures in the family with these knowledge points that sound thunderous to me, Mercury lamps included.
And half of the guys who were lying on the ground or hanging on the wall took out their little notebooks and took notes honestly!
The mercury lamp is also lying on the grass not far away, spreading her wings to the maximum, trying to follow Bingdis's prompts, so that each feather "feather" gets the sunlight evenly, her expression is concentrated, but unfortunately the words she can write are limited, and she can't take notes like others, but she also has her own solution, that is, drawing, she "pumped" the knowledge points that Bingdis said into a pile of twisted lines, looking like a child's graffiti with unknown meaning, I curiously leaned over to take a look, After a long time, he held back a sentence: "This is a new way of KFC spicy 'chicken' wings, right?" β
"Stupid!" The mercury lamp head called out without raising his head, and then drew a pair of stick figure wings on the drawing paper, and then drew a ball with a smiling face on it, and between the ball and the wings drew a thick line of twists and turns.
"What is this?" I pointed to the suspiciously lined lines, "Are the chicken wings cooked?" β
"Stupid stupid stupid!" The wings of the mercury lamp fluttered on the ground, "It's heat!" The wings are going to bask in the sun, so there's heat! β
I smacked my lips dumbfounded, feeling that this was so childlike - how can the level of mercury lamp painting be the same as that of my sister?
"Stupid human, I want that kind of oil on my wings too," the mercury lamp lay on the ground, and the little 'legs' dangled in the air for a while, muttering as he drew his own graffiti, "and you're going to have to comb my feathers in the future, just like you did for Alayya." β
What else can I say? Of course, I quickly agreed, this girl is usually rarely willing to take the initiative to make such a request: she can ask me for a gift without any pressure, but it is difficult to accept others to take care of herself, to put it bluntly, she strongly wants to prove that she can do anything alone, this is the "sexual" paranoia caused by life experience, but now this paranoia has changed a lot, at least she can allow me to comb her hair in the morning, and now she has added a wing that allows me to "fiddle" with her.
With a little curiosity, I "touched" the black "color" wings behind the mercury lamp, they looked very similar to the wings of Bingdis, but they were much smaller, and there was no faint energy halo that seemed to be real and illusory, although it was visually inferior, but it was a little small and cute, and considering that the height of the mercury lamp was only 92.3cm, this pair of wings was not small.
The "hair" on the "touch" is fluffy, very soft, and there is even a temperature, which is very surprising, and at the same time has a deeper understanding of Luo Zhen's egg pain.
"If I pull one out, will it hurt?"
I suddenly asked.
Then all the winged people in the whole courtyard, including Monina Bingdis123 and even Uncle Kense, shivered neatly and roared in unison: "Don't talk about such a terrible topic! β
The mercury lamp didn't roar, she expressed her will with practical actions: take a sip.
"It hurts." I said with tears streaming down my face.
"It's good to know that our wings are very sensitive," Bing Tisi gestured at me with a fist, "But the feathers I dropped are no problem, wait for two days and the concubine body will make you a pillow, and when I went home a while ago, I had a fight with Ovilla, and the concubine body 'made' her at least half a catty of 'hair', of course, there is also a part of my own ...... But it's okay, it's the same for you anyway. β
I nodded and thanked Bing Teis with a five-thunder expression, and said in my heart that the daily life of the rogue "female" god is really incomprehensible, and if there is a lack of pillows, I will fight with people, and I will drop a "chicken" and "hair" and pick it up, and even the pillow and duster are complete, and everything is popular these years, self-produced and sold, right?
I was smart enough not to turn down Ice's kindness, even though I really wasn't interested in pillows made of her feathers - my instincts told me that it shouldn't be much more comfortable than a bunch of sponges, but the kindness of this 'female' hooligan couldn't be turned down casually, because she was a psychopath......
If she refuses rashly, she can make trouble all the time.
Seeing that I was nodding his head bitterly, Bingdis nodded in satisfaction, and then shouted loudly, "Okay, the frontal sunbathing is over, now let's turn over......"
So there was a rumbling sound all around, including the mercury lamp that was first in contact with feather treatment, and several wings turned over in unison, and I thought of KFC again.
After thinking about it, I decided not to continue to mess around with these winged guys, their lives are too far from normal.
At this moment, Sandora's "spirit" and spirit connection suddenly connected, saving me from the double danger of boredom and the distortion of the world's view of the world: "Ah Jun, come to Shadow City, the log has been parsed. β
Leave a lot of birdmen (and a wall, 123 and Keseer still hanging on the wall) and the big fox basking in the sun at the entrance of the "door" and let them fend for themselves in the sun (is that a good word?). I quickly teleported to Shadow City.
In order to facilitate data analysis, the database and data terminal that Viska dismantled was placed in the core of the Shadow Fortress, the Xiling Hive, this magnificent pyramid building is the palace of bubbles, she spends more than half of her time in it every day, this giant pyramid is also one of the old imperial techniques that Tavel tried to restore "sex": the location of the uninterrupted multi-level co-processing array, the name sounds very head-scratching, but in essence, it is an information array that allows multiple Xiling hosts to work together, This is a great technique, before this technique is restored, the number of hosts that can be accommodated by a Xiling brood is extremely limited, because the computing power of ordinary mass production hosts is limited, and Bubble as a mother machine cannot act as a bridge server 24 hours a day, which leads to the scale of what we call "host collaboration" in the past has been suppressed to less than ten. And now, this huge pyramid can accommodate hundreds of Xiling hosts working at the same time, and it is divided into ten layers, each layer has dozens of host "plug" slots that support hot "plugging", every time I think of this, I always feel that this place is really like a beehive.
Anyway, with this big palace, the work efficiency of the hosts has really increased countless times, Bubbles is very satisfied with this, and is considering further expansion of the shadow space, our next goal is to build another small star system in the shadow space, this star system is far away from all the imperial bases, and will be used as a nursery for Ding Dong to test - the city management brigade and neighborhood committee of Shadow City are really tired of taking to the streets every day to hunt down the strange creatures that run out of the tree of the world.
Sandora and I came to the crystal hall in the center of the brood, this is the child's mother's "dormitory", compared to the shabby temporary brood I saw for the first time three years ago, this place is really countless times more atmospheric, the surrounding glittering crystal walls and crystal clusters can almost shake the eyes of a blind dog, and the bubbles are like the day three years ago, wearing a thin white dress, quietly suspended in the crystal prism in the center of the hall, like an obviously sleeping angel, but now I am not the one who was easily fooled three years agoIn the year of "Sao", I have long been untouched by the pitiful side of this girl disguised.
With my biceps, I can imagine that this girl is probably in Demacia right now.
Sandora tapped on the crystal prism to wake up the bubble from the ocean of Demacia, and the other party blinked at me for a moment, and suddenly frowned: "Her father, you have a smell of 'girl' on your body, and an unknown aroma." β
I sweat profusely, and in the sight of Sandora Leng Sensen, I told the incredible daily life of the birds who were collectively basking their wings in the world.
"I see," Sandora nodded clearly, "It's normal, they all treasure their own wings, and the star field is said to have a wing beauty pageant, tens of millions of years ago, Bingtis participated in it once, but unfortunately it was eliminated just after passing the preliminaries." β
"And this?" I wondered, "Aren't her wings 'good' looking?" β
"The main thing is that she really can't beat the referee of the first round of elimination......"
I expressed my silence, I had known for a long time that the "female" hooligan participating in any competitive activity was nothing more than such a result.
"Without further ado, you should have taken a look at this first," Bubbles interrupted my small talk with Sandora as she projected a large holographic image of the database component that was being kept in another room of the brood, dismantled from the crashed Eternal-class mothership.
The so-called database is actually just an inconspicuous black "color" square, it is a complete set of device parts, about only one meter square, the surface is floating like breathing like a dark blue "color" pattern that constantly lights up and disappears, this thing uses a very complex way of recording and encoding, I haven't understood it until now, I only know that this kind of storage device installed on the battleship has a very high security "performance", after its attached reading and writing equipment is offline, the database will lock the internal information, even if you have countless advanced passwords, Nor will it reveal the slightest bit of confidential information about the warship's voyage.
Even with the computing power of the bubble, it took two days to crack the contents of the database, and you can see how difficult this thing is to deal with.
"Hope," Bubbles said to us word for word, "that's the name of the ship, and it's called Hope." β
I immediately let out a sigh of surprise and said, "It looks ordinary, but it turns out that it is still a flagship?" β
I would make this judgment based on a name, because of the usual ship naming rules of the Xiling Empire: most of the ships in the column are only numbered, not named, and even if they are Eternal-class ships, only ships with flagship qualifications and a certain degree of combat exploit or extraordinary commemorative significance will receive a name.
This is very easy to understand, you have to take into account the speed of the gang of unbounded militarists, the empire's fleet has always been described as overwhelming, even if the fleet stationed in a star region is only counting medium-sized warships, it is often tens of thousands, such as the royal fleet stationed in the galaxy, more than 800 Eternal-class motherships (if there is no war in the near future, this number will definitely get bigger and bigger day by day), the following frontier class, expeditionary class and other main warships can add up to tens of thousands, these are not small gray machines, Rather, it can be pulled to the battlefield to play with the main fleet of any civilization, and even the smallest ship on Earth is enough for all of humanity to be the ultimate defense weapon in the solar system - but can we name these ships one by one?
Believe me, if you really want to do this, then the Chinese characters accumulated by our ancestors for 5,000 years will not be enough, even if you name a ship "Ostovsky?" The "Iron Pillar" is also not enough.
Of course, more importantly, I won't be able to remember the names of these ships at all by thenβno one can make them up that much.
Therefore, in view of the fact that the emperor with no lower limit always uses the ferocious speed to give himself a violent spaceship, which makes it impossible for each spacecraft to obtain an independent name, the emperor ** adopted this harsh naming rule: the battleships below the eternal class have no names but numbers, and the eternal class battleships themselves are named according to their combat merits, power and qualifications, and only the out-of-specification spaceships such as planet battleships can each have their own names.
In addition, it is said that the King's Landing-class Doomsday Battleship also has no name, not because they are so numerous that they can't be named, but the number of them is generally too small, and if a galaxy can have a King's Landing, then this is almost the treatment of the capital star sector, in this case, naming the only "sexual" spaceship is equivalent to the "wave" fee, anyway, as long as the King's Landing is mentioned, we all know which one the Landing is, even if we don't know the Lord's Path, the command link can judge for itself.
So, when I heard the name of the Eternal-class battleship that crashed on Mars was "Hope", my first judgment was that it should be a flagship, although judging from the debris, it doesn't seem to be that large, and it doesn't have the enhanced modules that a flagship should have.
In addition, an imperial warship, or the destruction fleet in the hands of Viska, a little madman, has such a literary name, which is also "quite incredible".
But Bubbles shook her head, frustrating my judgment: "No, it's not a flagship, it's just a most ordinary ship, and the name 'Hope' was given to it by its later crew." β
"Later crew?" I frowned, and instantly thought of the corpses that had fallen in the wreckage of the battleship, covering the ground, "You mean those humans from the other world who came from unknown origins?" β
"If no more outsiders modify the ship's logbook without permission, they are the ones who will carry out this naming 'operation'," Bubbles nodded his little head vigorously in the crystal prism, "The original number of the ship doesn't make much sense, but it's a bit intriguing that the carbon-based creatures of unknown origin named this spaceship Hope." β
"Hope...... "Sandora bowed her head and groaned, "The intelligent races that sail in the universe always like to use such a term to bless their flying machines, but this is limited to ordinary civilizations that tremble in the face of various cosmic catastrophes and environments, and civilizations like the Empire would not use such a meaningless word to name a fighting machine." They named the ship Hope, did they mean that they had to face deadly threats on a regular basis? β
"Maybe it's just good?" I shrugged my shoulders, "Cultural differences are significant, and some races may be very casual when they come up with their names: if the shallow virus spreads, do you believe it or not, our next flagship of the Interstellar Alliance might even be called 'Mohammed?**'?" β
"It's not a good shape," Sandora gave me a blank look, "Okay, don't worry about what those otherworldly humans would name the ship Hope, Bubbles, have you found out where the ship came from?" From which world did it come from, and then who attacked it, and finally ended up disintegrating? β
"Then look at this, I 'spent' a lot of effort to fix the data, and it's almost deleted."
Bubbles said smugly, and then projected a video in front of our eyes.
It was the last moment of the spacecraft, recorded from the perspective of an external observation device on an Eternal-class mothership, with footage and some intermittent audio, presumably from a commander like the captain.
The screen shows a chaotic dark red "color" of space, indicating that the ship may be passing through a high concentration of primordial dust clouds, which are common in the universe and are commonly used for short periods of time when spacecraft are temporarily docked, and the first half minute of the video is always such a calm picture, except for the occasional small bright spot that flies through the dust cloud (a flash of nuclear burning), there is no trace of battle, and the audio signal of the log shows the captain or some other commander of the same rank talking trivia to his assistant.
Halfway through the video, the screen suddenly shook violently, and then from the lower part of the camera, on the front deck of the battleship, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted.
This was followed by a series of rapid and violent explosions, the picture was shaky and almost invisible, which showed that the entire spaceship was violently out of control, and the flight attitude of the battleship quickly entered an extremely dangerous situation, but so far, there was still no trace of the enemy in the picture - in the battle in space, it is normal to be so far away that you can't see the enemy's spaceship, but when a big explosion erupts on the ship's armor and shield, you can't even see the attack trajectory, which is intriguing: the enemy uses an over-range attack, And there may be a chrono technique.
The audio signal was a few seconds of "chaos" and "chaos", which was already an unforgivable delay if the captain of the Eternity-class battleship under attack was a Hiling officer, but it was forgivable considering that its captain might just be a carbon-based creature not much different from a human.
"It's those fanatics! They're intercepting ships! A hurried, interfering voice came from the audio signal, "Hurry up and activate the Chrono Jump Machine!" Don't panic, this is an Ancient Divine Messenger-level ship, and it can withstand such an attack! β
"The Chrono Jump Machine is jammed, and we can't find the right coordinates!"
"The shield has been penetrated, and the enemy has chrono missiles!"
"The main energy furnace has been hit hard, and we are running out of energy to start the time-jump!"
"'Excited' alive, the ancient minaret just 'excited' alive! We get a coordinate! β
"Ancestor bless, don't care what coordinates it is, hurry up and jump!"
"Captain, our energy furnace is not enough, please ......"
"Jump! Jump! The ship's main cannon is exploding, ditch it and jump immediately! β
For a moment, the chaotic sounds rang out almost simultaneously, and then in a burst of blinding white light and a huge explosion, everything fell silent.
"It's a little bit more informative, kid her dad." The faint sound of bubbles rang out.
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