The stationmaster was wandering in the sea, because he had completely lost his direction, and he didn't know which direction to swim in, so he could only pretend to be a salted fish and float.

A new planet, a new world, after entering the six-stringed star, the stationmaster sincerely realized what it means to reduce dimensions, obviously the last time he saw it was a small ball that he held with his fingers in a circle, but when he jumped out of the remains of the gamma worm, he felt that the world was so vast.

The strange starry sky, the strange world, fortunately, the feeling of the waves is still very familiar.

It's just that the fish in the sea are very annoying, and they always come to bite without knowing whether they are alive or dead, and I am obviously full.

In fact, there are two understandings of the concept of dimensionality reduction, one is familiar to everyone, high-tech civilization descends to crush civilization with a very low level of science and technology, just like an English machine gun hitting a spear, or a drop of water to scare the earth.

But there is another situation, obviously I am powerful anywhere, but I am suppressed and bruised all over my body in a lower latitude environment.

For example, in the world view of Dungeons and Dragons, the incarnation of the gods was encircled and suppressed as a feast by legendary mages and legendary warriors from all walks of life.

Another example is the most outstanding advertising genius in the first-tier cities, who was assigned to the 48th-tier small county, took various market analysis reports, summarized the best audience analysis, and designed a perfect and fashionable promotion plan.

But in the end, he will lose to a local leather bag advertising company, because then the promoter hired by your advertising company is a local, he has a second uncle who runs a supermarket and can use supermarket advertising space for free, he has an uncle who is a clerk in the county's business administration, which can avoid trouble, he has a small hair, his family runs a printing factory, and can print advertisements at the lowest price, he has a brother-in-law who is the county city manager, which can save a lot of trouble, and many villages in the county have his relatives, who can talk to the village chief, Use the loudspeaker in the village to help promote it, and only ask for one plus a pack of cigarettes a day......

It is also a dimensionality reduction blow, it is the conscious high-dimensional you who are reduced to dimensionality, and then you are hit tragically.

That's how the stationmaster feels now, floating in the sea without shelter, and whatever he wants to do, he has to consider the dense satellites in the sky and the solar-powered planes that patrol for half an hour.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no salvage boats, patrol boats, or anything in the sea, he would have been completely planted today.

But just then, the stationmaster spotted a ship coming in his direction, blurted out fragrant words, and he dropped a scouting bug, and then a fierce one burrowed under the surface of the sea.

As the ship approached, the stationmaster noticed more and more anomalies, and he even froze at the bottom of the sea, looking at the one on the surface in disbelief

[How can it be a wooden sailboat, a retro cruise ship?] 】

But apparently not a cruise ship, the structure of the sailboat is very strong, but the unnecessary decorations are in tatters, and the sails are patched one after another, which is very obvious.

No cruise ship will make its décor look tattered, and it's clear that this swaying sailboat with a big belly is a very practical cargo ship.

This is one of the worst guesses, the native civilization of the six-stringed star has split into two separate civilizations that have nothing to do with each other, so that the stationmaster's mission to infiltrate the six-string star is mostly meaningless. ….

But the investigation work still has to be done, but the six-stringed star is people's territory, and caution is the first condition for doing this kind of intelligence work behind enemy lines.

So the stationmaster didn't dare to get on the ship directly, he surfaced, carved the mark of the flying thunder god on the keel of the ship, and after the mark that belonged to him alone, he quietly returned to the bottom of the sea and waited silently.

The direction chosen by the stationmaster for himself is to focus on intelligence, collecting, analyzing, and transmitting it as a means that he must master.

There are field enchantments and mountain secret arts.,Analysis has its own brain.,But transmission is a trouble.,It's always been a means of communication that relies on civilization.。

But it can't always be like this, the stationmaster has been secretly cultivating the technique of flying thunder gods, but the slow progress made him want to give up several times, and finally he persevered with an unconvincing momentum.

Everyone is an oil girl iron pill, it doesn't make sense that I can't learn it!

But there is one thing to say, they are all oil girl iron pills, and this talent is really different

, the oil girl Iron Pill learns to fly the thunder god painfully to death or live, but politicians don't have much trouble to learn.

The webmaster is the one who is more painful, but after learning it, he has a different advantage.

The stationmaster's Flying Thunder God Mark can be simplified to the extreme, only a straight line is needed, and a twist and turn in the middle is enough, and the consumption of chakra and the speed of launching are also first-class, directly chasing the instantaneous level of the wave wind and water gate.

The biggest advantage is that it has very little dependence on outside chakras, and it can work in almost any environment. It's not bad to say, in the six-stringed star, a planet that is not filled with chakra, only the stationmaster's Flying Thunder God technique can still be used normally, and everyone else has to take a break.

This is also the stationmaster's greatest confidence to dare to sneak into the six-string star, with the hard-earned Flying Thunder God technique, he has the ability to retreat independently, and will not be trapped and die on the six-stringed star.

The stationmaster lurked at the bottom of the sea for another six days, and finally waited for the ship to stop, which should have arrived at the anchorage or port, which can be determined by time.

After waiting for a full seven days, the ship finally began to move again, and the stationmaster no longer hesitated, casting the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport over.

The teleportation faintly dizzy, and before he could observe the surrounding environment, a pungent smell rushed straight into his nose, so that he was not smoked to death.

When he opened his eyes and tried to observe, he found that the sea water was extremely turbid, and there were all kinds of messy things suspended, especially the messy fish, and the stationmaster not only suspected that he had fallen into a trap and was put into the cesspool by someone who had put the Flying Thunder God Mark into the cesspool.

The stationmaster hurriedly prepared for battle, and then hurriedly surfaced, and did not dare to breathe, so he looked around, but was surprised to find himself in a harbor.

At the exit of the semi-enclosed bay there are two lighthouse-like structures, and sailboats with stationmaster's markings are heading in that direction.

On the other side of the exit is a dense patch of buildings, with at least a hundred sailing ships of various shapes resting on the shore, and even more striking is a small hill with a stone fortress not far from the port.

Did I cross over?

The webmaster gasped...... This breath was not very cold, but it was the smell of the sea without the strong smell of fish, and he was nauseous for a while, and he almost couldn't suppress the feeling of vomiting. ….

Anyway, let's sneak into the crowd and ask for news, especially the castle, if it's inhabited, it should be a powerful person or something, and you can squeeze a lot of information out of your head.

Holding back his nausea, the stationmaster approached the shore of the bay, only to encounter two floating corpses on the way, which made his heart more and more irritated.

After going ashore, all the way through, the ground was covered with fish entrails, scales, mixed with various human and animal feces, evaporating into the air to form an indescribable strange smell, but it could not suppress the lingering smell of blood.

This port is a dangerous place of right and wrong, the stationmaster thought with emotion, but he had already chosen a target, this is a fat man with a fat head, big ears and a big belly, surrounded by a group of strong bodyguards or thugs, who seems to be a very rich businessman.

Businessmen are good, the amount of information obtained is often more than that of sitting tigers, and it is more conducive to the analysis of intelligence to obtain basic information from the powerful before collecting in-depth information in their minds.

……

In the evening, the stationmaster changed into dry and loose clothes and sat in the shadow of the castle's spire, quietly savoring a piece of peace.

In the past half day, the stationmaster has collected the heads of six people and squeezed out a little bit of information, starting with the merchant and ending with the owner of the castle.

These people's minds are almost empty, filled with messy relationships, prices, power struggles, and so on, and they don't know anything about the world.

Including the big businessman, he knows a lot of people, a lot of roads, but he has no concept of direction, only knows which landmark to turn to, this kind of information is some reference information, and it can't be used to plan a world map at all.

Luckily, they all had a key message in their heads: under the Tower of Babel was the way to heaven.

Babel Tower, it should be the ladder of synchronous orbit, the stationmaster looks

Towards the tower that was still visible in the twilight, reaching into the sky and submerging into the clouds.

The next thing is to go there, the distance of more than 1,000 kilometers is not too far, but from here it is different from the sea, and from time to time there are reconnaissance unmanned aerial vehicles passing by.

These flying machines, which the indigenous people call sacred birds, patrol the sky almost every day, seemingly to monitor human activities.

It's very annoying, you can't fly, you can only rely on your feet to run, and it takes a lot of time to run more than a thousand kilometers.

When the setting sun disappeared under the sea, the stationmaster wrapped himself in a radiation-proof overcoat and headed for the tower that shone brightly in the night sky.

……

The bell rang in the majestic temple, and the loud bell spread far away, and countless people knew that their beloved Pope His Majesty had finally returned to the kingdom of God after half a year of lingering in the sickbed.

Whether it was the believers who bowed down and wept, or the church leaders who were overjoyed by the opportunity to ascend to the pope, they did not know that the Pope's death was due to the cruel brain exploration of a ninja, who convulsed all over his body in extreme fear and pain, and passed away with filth.

This old fellow who stood in the power of the natives, what he had in his head was really good, he had seen the Iron Divine Envoy, knew the location of the Forbidden Land of the Gods, and knew about the other five Divine Territories with the Tower of Babel. ….

With this information, it was enough for the stationmaster to carry out the next step of reconnaissance and exploration, and as for the rail elevator behind the temple, he was not stupid enough to sneak in and take the risk.

No, that shouldn't be called an adventure, it's pure death.

The stationmaster did not come to the six-string star this time to steal confidential documents, it was just the act of an inferior spy, his goal was to conduct a general investigation of the civilization and find out the weaknesses of the six-string civilization.

Therefore, what the stationmaster needs to do is to conduct a survey of the entire planet, and figure out the resource points, processing factories and other basic industrial systems connected by the six ladders.

Just when the church's top brass was fighting over who could become the new pope, a "locust plague" broke out that swept the whole world.

The desert locust, which originated from the interior, somehow mutated a little, was ten percent larger and its wings were half larger.

This drastic change has skyrocketed the locust's flight range, from 100 kilometers to 300 kilometers, and it is capable of crossing most mountains and even crossing straits.

These insects, the size of an index finger, began to multiply unscrupulously, expanding at an exponential rate, eventually causing the thunderous wrath of the gods.

Amid the cheers of the devout devotees, countless sacred birds descended from the sky and sprayed the divine rain (pesticides), and these damned demonic insects were shrouded in the sacred white mist and died.

And many wicked people who were full of sin were also punished by God after bathing in the rain of God, spitting blood from their mouths, wailing and rolling, and after seven days and seven nights of punishment, they went to hell with those worms.

The people rejoiced in rejoicing that they had survived another calamity by putting them in a raging fire, burning them to ashes, and burying the ashes in the earth to fertilize the fields.

In the aftermath of this plague, the locusts did not die, but took the opportunity to spread all over the world and became the most successful insect species.

The stationmaster also took the opportunity to complete a round of census of the six-string star catalog, and he found more than 400 large-scale open-pit mines and hundreds of thousands of various mines.

And the stationmaster also found the smelting factory through the insects mixed in the ore, and it was all concentrated in the underground space of the six orbital ladders, which is really good.

That is to say, nearly three million behemoths, and the brilliant stars that can be seen even at night, actually rely on the pedestal industrial area of these six ladders to supply all the materials.

Although each base covers an area of a huge base with a diameter of one hundred and ten kilometers, it has a large and complex defense system.

But after the age of electricity, at the same level of technology, it is always easier to attack than to defend, and no matter how tight the defense is, it is actually difficult to prevent the destruction of the enemy, not to mention the lethal hand of mushroom insects.

At the critical moment of the war, as long as the stationmaster puts hundreds of mushroom worms on each of the six ladder bases, he can definitely deal a fatal blow to the six-stringed star, just like a stick poking into its lung tubes, which will kill it directly.

The stationmaster pressed down his excitement, can't be careless, can't be careless, what if the mechanical head of the six-stringed star still has an underground industrial system?

Don't be careless.

The stationmaster standing in the underground cavern gave the order, and the Million Mineral Zerg began digging near the base of the six ladders, exploring every space underground, looking for any energy-rich areas in order to confirm if there was still an underground industrial system.

But in any case, the attack will be launched on time.

Even if it wasn't found before, as long as the six ladders were blown away, all the hidden power of the six-stringed star would be revealed.

And even the most likely, chemical rocket systems that deliver supplies into space, electromagnetic orbital mass projectiles, and so on.

This requires the stationmaster to have the ability to strike a second time, destroying these exposed hole cards, in order to ensure the destruction of the six-stringed star.

In order to obtain the ability of second strike, the stationmaster must first be able to survive the first round of counterattacks of the six-stringed star, and he needs a shelter that is reliable enough.

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