Puff~

Xia Xiu felt the electronic worm in his hand begin to writhe wildly, and the small object showed an unusual vitality between his fingertips. Its surface is covered with countless tiny metal tentacles that constantly change shape and direction, like the tentacles of some exotic insect, eerie and unsettling.

Each of the worm's tentacles is imbued with mechanical life force, they are slender and flexible, and each wriggling reveals incredible complexity, these metal tentacles are covered with barbs and shimmer with a cold metallic sheen

They tried to cut through his skin with their sharp barbed tips

However, although the chip worm's "attack" seemed ferocious, its efforts seemed to be ineffective under Xia Xiujian's control.

He kept a pinching gesture, and the worm's sharp tentacles made only a slight rustling sound against the skin of his thumb and forefinger, as if it were fiddling with a hard shell.

"This little thing looks quite chic, and it has a bad temper."

The thumb and index finger of Xia Xiu's right hand were pinched up and down like plasticine, and then rubbed the worm like a ball, and the metal prosthesis of the worm was compressed under this reciprocating movement.

The metal body of the worm began to be gradually compressed by this rhythmic rubbing, and its wriggling became weaker and weaker.

The metal tentacles and barbs gradually lost their original form under the fingertips of the youth, they were compressed, folded, and finally merged into a more compact structure. During this process, the worm's body emits a slight metallic grinding sound, accompanied by minor deformations and reshaping.

Soon, the originally fierce and treacherous chip worm was pinched into a projectile by him.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye."

Xia Xiu looked at his handmade products with satisfaction, compared to the ugly worm chip just now, the projectile full of geometric beauty in his hand was pleasing to the eye, and at the same time, [Adam], who was pinning on his lineage, also took the opportunity to start scanning everything on the metal projectile chip.

[There are a large number of language scripts on the metal chip that need to be deciphered, and there are more than 2,000 of these language scripts, most of which are adhesive languages-]

[Language-like Millivirus detected—]

[Start clearing ......]

[Cleared!] ]

"The knowledge system composed of more than 2,000 language scripts and sticky language is also equipped with a specific Mi mother virus to prevent leakage, and this anti-theft awareness is quite in place." Xia Xiu's fingers rubbed the metal projectile and looked at the projectile in his hand playfully.

"How many are scripts that belong to the Terra Lingua franca?" He then asked [Adam].

[Upon inspection, no Terra-related scripts have been detected-]

"That's interesting, with Iberian technology, but no Iberian language branch scripts, it's boring to look at it."

Language scripting itself is a system for writing one or more languages.

In linguistics, a script is not just a collection of letters, it also includes the symbols and signs used to make up words, as well as the rules for organizing and using these symbols and signs.

Different languages can use the same script, and a language may use many different scripts.

The so-called adhesive language is a type of language that is characterized by a series of additional components (such as affixes) that express grammatical relationships, which are usually "glued" to the stem. Compared with other language types (e.g., inflection, isolation, aggregate), adhesive language has unique grammatical and lexical structure characteristics.

Interestingly, Terra has an official Terra script type, although Terra did not really form a unified Terra human empire (the Daevite almost did it), but the pan-human consciousness cluster in the [Aether Ocean] has skillfully completed the multi-script integration of the current language, that is, the formation of a unified Terra language, therefore, the Terra lingua franca is also called a human language.

Today, Terra is a hybrid script, a multi-scripting language that includes alphabet scripts, syllabic scripts, ideograms, and Abujad

This composite language is the official and lingua franca of Terra, spoken by every Terra, and local and international dialects have been born in different regions and countries due to their different emphasis on scripting.

For example, the Wudu dialect that focuses on alphabet scripts, the local dialect of the Baixing Province of the Oretin Empire that focuses on ideograms, and the spoken language of the Daevite royal family, where ideograms and Abujad coexist......

Iberia, on the other hand, was heavily influenced by the alphabet script, so the dialect also had irregular pronunciation and spelling.

But what is interesting now is that the metal projectile in Xia Xiu's hand contains a special document cobbled together with more than 2,000 scripting languages, and if this projectile looks at the technology, he can see at a glance that it is the Iberian species, but it is an encrypted compound script used inside.

The races that cobble together more than 2,000 scripting languages to form another language system are usually long-lived and idle, and Xia Xiu happened to encounter it in Ganymede.

"So this is what the Isis race made, or rather, reincarnated humans, and reincarnated humans once appeared on Ganymede? They built the Tiegada in front of them here? ”

After Xia Xiu finally looked at the metal projectile in his hand, he handed it over to [Adam] to deal with.

"[Adam], you parse and decipher the script language above, and then translate all the languages and archive them, and give me the documents that need to be highlighted."

[Okay-]

A handful of data flames burned from Xia Xiu's hands again, and then the azure data flames engulfed the projectile, and he was already in front of the huge metal furnace.

The closer you get to the metal furnace, the more visible the prominent pipes and large exhaust vents on it, and the front end of the mechanical facility has a large circular structure that looks like a large wheel or part of an engine with intricate patterns and decorations, and icicles hanging from the entire facility.

"Meow—"

When Xia Xiu approached the metal furnace, the gray wind on Xia Xiu's shoulder automatically jumped down, and the hope on the other shoulder also took the opportunity to ride on the gray wind's head, stretching out his pink hands to grab a small handful of gray hair on the gray wind's body.

This style of painting looks very fairytale.

It seems that no matter before or now, I hope to always be able to form a specific two-person combination with some furry animals around Xia Xiu.

"Meow—"

The gray wind that landed on the ground shouted at the blonde youth behind him, and the hope riding on the gray wind raised his head and translated at him:

"It's talking to keep up, it's finding an exit."

Xia Xiu looked at the conspicuous bag of hope speechlessly.

I also use your translation, the gray wind is made by me, and I can not understand his words.

Xia Xiu didn't say anything more, and followed silently.

Silent in the metal walkway of a furnace in the shadow of metal, a gray cat walks with grace and mystery through the intricacies of mechanical city-states.

The cat's footsteps are steady and calm, and it seems to know every nook and cranny of this metal building.

Behind it, a blond-haired, golden-eyed youth followed as they weaved their way through the intricate metal buildings, their paths encircled by massive pipes and spinning gears, past rows of steam-spewing vents.

The gray cat easily jumped over one small obstacle after another, and Xia Xiu behind him also jumped with him.

In the endless labyrinth of metal, Grey Wind's footsteps did not hesitate, and it seemed to be guided by some invisible force, passing through a complex and intertwined passage.

This is the aura of the fire in its body, which can be understood as the "intuition" that belongs to the machine soul.

The blonde youth followed closely behind it, his footsteps reverberating crisply across the metal floor, the sound echoing through the empty passages like a lonely melody.

Led by Grey Wind, they finally came to a large metal gate.

The door is in stark contrast to the sleek, sophisticated mechanics that surround it.

The gate looks old and heavy, its surface eroded by the traces of time, and the mottled rust tells the story of what it has experienced. The swivel handle on this door was once supposed to be shiny copper or brass, but now it has been worn away by the erosion of time and circumstance, and its surface is covered in layers of frost, and the ice crystals glow coldly in the light.

The handle is reminiscent of a bank gate of the old days, and its heavy, circular swivel is now almost unrecognizable due to corrosion.

The fusion of metal and ice makes the spinning device look like an object frozen in time, unable to rotate, silently waiting for someone to unlock its secrets.

Xia Xiu stood in front of this door, his gaze piercing through the ice, trying to peek into the world behind the door.

He stretched out his hand, and the heat of his palm met the cold metal, making a slight hissing sound.

He knew that the door might be the entrance to an unknown part of the interstellar thrusters, or perhaps it might be hiding the key to driving the wheels of Callisto.

And now, all he needs to do is open the door.

"Shattering the Tinder—"

"All-Intelligence Scanning: Master Key!"

Poof—

An azure glow poured out of his palm, beating like a living flame. This is no ordinary flame, but an energy full of data flow, its color is as deep as the ocean and bright as the starry sky. With a flick of his hand, the azure flames began to spread along the gate, covering every icy corner.

Although the flame may seem mild, it contains an astonishing amount of heat.

It acts on the thick layer of ice on the gate in a bizarre way, causing the ice to melt like candle wax and drip in strings. Where the warmth of the flames touched, the frost began to subside, revealing the forgotten lines beneath.

These patterns appear to form a complex integrated circuit, and they form mysterious patterns on the gates, both like ancient runes and seemingly hidden unknown technology.

Guided by these lines, the circular rotating mechanism on the gate began to rotate spontaneously, emitting a series of mechanical clicks, as if the rusty gears had been reawakened under the weight of time.

The purple-haired girl and the gray cat watched intently as the device on the door turned faster and faster, and with each wheel docking, an incredible force began to wake up behind the door.

Time and time -

Suddenly, a shrill grinding sound resounded throughout the space, and the door began to move slowly to both sides, accompanied by a low roar and echoes of machinery.

The huge metal door slowly opened in front of Xia Xiu, revealing the unknown world behind it.

Through the crack in the door, beams of bright light shined.

"Let's go."

Xia Xiu strode straight in, and Gray Wind followed with hope.

As the metal door slowly opened, a burst of stale air came with the smell of a mixture of paper and metal.

Xia Xiu stepped into a strange library.

The library is unlike any traditional concept, with walls made of cold and hard metal, and a series of intricate hieroglyphs and elegant curvilinear symbols carved into the surface. These symbols and texts are a mix of ancient totems and modern geometric shapes, and their arrangement is both orderly and random, reminiscent of the way ancient civilizations were recorded.

On these metal pages, you can also find a number of newly added symbols, which are slightly different in style, perhaps more minimalist or more delicate, suggesting that the library has undergone many additions and updates. Some of them have been worn out by time, while others still retain their sharpness when they were cut.

The shelves in the library were empty, and some of the shelves had been completely emptied, leaving only bare metal frames.

Beneath these empty shelves lay dusty crates, stacked haphazardly, as if they had lost their original guardians in an instant. The surface of these boxes is covered with the dust of time, as if it had been shaken down from a high place by a strong earthquake, and perhaps they once stored valuable knowledge and information, but now they can only silently tell the glory of the past.

In some corners of the library, a few pillars can occasionally be seen, which are tall and sturdy, carved with even larger symbols or words, each stroke of which is extraordinarily fine. These columns are like indexes to the library, with inscriptions indicating the types and subclasses of the various books that may have guided seekers to find the wisdom they needed in the endless sea of knowledge.

Xia Xiu's gaze wandered through this space, and he came to a corner where an ancient chest was placed.

The exterior of the box, like its surroundings, has a unique steam style: a combination of steel and copper alloys, decorated with delicate gear textures and spiral reliefs of steam pipes. Despite the passage of time, the box remains as strong and polished as it was made, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Locking the box was a delicate hook-shaped fastener, which didn't pose any problem to Xia Xiu.

His fingers deftly manipulated the fasteners, and the mechanisms came to life as if they had come to life under his hands, and with a series of satisfying clicks, they obediently unlocked.

He gently lifted the lid of the box, the hinges falling silent after letting out a low sigh.

A book sits quietly inside, with the following title written on the surface of the book in the lingua franca of Terra.

Doomsday Files: ■■■ Crash Terra - We're only seven steps from the sun! 》