Marauders' space warplanes are blasted into fireworks in space, and they are horrified to find themselves confronted by two killing gods.

Like a butterfly piercing through the raiders' fleet, the scythe-wielding Grim Reaper reaps the lives of the raiders like crops in the field.

And the solid-colored faith, who shot from a distance with cold and precise stance, was like a demon in the dark, causing them to die on the spot.

By the time Tyrone had managed to calibrate his malfunctioning Welling wingsuit and flew back, the raiders had already scattered and fled, not daring to touch the edge of the Silent and Pure Faith again.

"Damn it, what are you running for?"

Tyrone humbly rages at that impotence.

Nan Ling was speechless when she looked at the comprehensive shooting ability of LV6 when she didn't know when.

It seems that he must have this enhancement in his genes, but I don't know what the limit of this enhancement will be.

Mo said: "I can take charge of one of their starships that captured them." ”

Tyrone said, "Then I'll have another one." ”

He couldn't wait to kill it, knocking open the door of a starship with his big axe, and then slaughtered it like a devastation.

And Mo stayed on the outer deck of this starship, and then just as the defensive weapons on this starship turned their muzzles to aim at her, suddenly the muzzles of these guns were turned again.

Later, the data interface of the entire starship was fully opened, and the AI floret on the Purple Kite completed the interaction.

Mo's capture has been completed, and she directly hacked the ship's old intelligent system.

In contrast, Tyrone is still fighting there......

Nanling had returned to the Purple Kite, and he had returned to the hangar to find the memory to plug himself in, and the feeling of fear was terrible.

At the same time, he was also checking the message from Mo.

But this time, he really just used his own flesh and brain to read, and didn't use the intelligence core to read.

Although it is said that the information after reading the wisdom core will be very convenient to be filtered, he is really afraid that his intelligence core will explode and will not be able to use it.

At this time, the intelligent core is just a relay, and the natural memory occupancy is much less.

And he didn't have much difficulty reading with his flesh brain.

Obviously, his brain has improved by leaps and bounds in terms of information intake and processing, at least not worse than his current Weaving Wind Intelligence Core.

The only downside is that it's more mind-consuming, and of course he can afford it.

From this information, he saw many interesting things.

The most important of these is probably the presence of a raider station in their waterway.

The garrison did not belong to anyone, not even by any raiders.

Rather, some raiders stumbled upon it while evading the White Feather Legion's pursuit, and they found that the station was well built and had high technology that could evade the White Feather Legion's detection!

What's more, the raider's location was discovered ten years ago, which pierced Nanling's sensitive nerves at once.

"Is this the route?!"

Mrs. Antarctica nodded heavily and said, "Maybe that's it." ”

"But we'll have to go into the station and explore it just in case."

At this time, Nan Ling had already added twice the memory space to his Pure Color Faith, but what made him feel speechless was that he almost watched as these memory spaces were quickly occupied, and finally stopped at the point of reaching 80%.

It was as if the sight he had seen earlier in hyperspace was some kind of intelligent virus, and no matter how large the amount of memory was, there would be little left in its rapid expansion.

Even if Nan Ling wants to delete it, no matter how many messages he deletes, follow-up messages will continue to pop up.

And the information itself is worthless to Nan Ling, it is all the analysis and calculation of the abnormal and distorted things he sees by some intelligent cores.

Because there are so many fallacies, that different results can be obtained every time the operation is calculated, which causes the load of the intellectual core to increase greatly.

In fact, the intelligent core has already been working on the automatic deletion of invalid data, otherwise it will not be maintained at 80% of the load, but will have to burn itself every minute.

For this kind of thing, Nan Ling can only admit that his brain core is broken, and the only way to solve it is to replace it with a new one.

But no one could have imagined that there would be a problem with his intelligence core, because there was really no spare thing on the Purple Kite at this time.

Nan Ling can only express regret about this.

This kind of thing should have been extremely troublesome, but Nan Ling didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Because he discovered the fragility of this intellectual core, it brought him a great sense of security.

Sample, has it been pinched?

Nanling is quite happy.

So just don't bother to pay attention to these, just think that there is 80% redundant data in your own intellectual core, and you can make do with it.

Who didn't make do with the computer in their last life?

Anyway, Nan Ling accepted this matter at once.

He tossed his mind core at this time, and suddenly saw a brilliant spark in the starry sky.

It turned out that the Marauder starship that Tyrone boarded had exploded.

Nan Ling shook her head and sighed, this person is too irritable.

But then Mrs. Antarctica issued a 'rescue order', and Nan Ling was stunned and asked: "Tai Long was killed?" ”

Mrs. Antarctica said helplessly: "Finally, there is no lost contact." ”

Nan Lingxin said, 'Why bother'?

This Tai Long is too unlucky.

Helpless, he could only attack again, and merge with Mo, who had successfully managed a raider starship over there, to prepare for a search and rescue of Tai Long.

Nanling's Welling wingsuit is also folded backwards at an acute angle, and then flies at a rapid speed.

This maximum speed has reached 15% of the speed of light, which can be called extremely fast.

In this process, Nan Ling felt that her body was sinking, and the quality of the whole person was also rapidly improving with the increase of speed.

Unfortunately, with the current technology of human beings, it is far from being able to travel at the speed of light, after all, the closer to the speed of light, the higher the mass of the matter, and the energy consumption caused is too great.

Nan Ling accelerated for two minutes before he had to slow down, because there were too many debris from the explosion in front of him, and he didn't want to hit it headlong.

At this time, Tai Long's location had been determined, and Nan Ling and Mo were both tracking his direction.

The surveillance soon saw Tai Long, who was flipping rapidly like a spinning top, and he was flying away at a very alarming speed.

At this time, Nan Ling saw that Mo was chasing from another direction, but there were too many debris along the way, and she couldn't raise her speed.

"Find a way to get him to my side, I can slow him down," she said. ”

Hearing this, Nan Ling immediately made a response, and simply used the wind cannon technique on Na Tailong!

Guided by divine thoughts, without any intelligent core calculation, he directly extracted spiritual power from the spiritual furnace and used it.

The process is very silky, and it is clear that the importance of the three-piece set for Nanling is further decreasing.

Whether it's an accident or something else, he's constantly training himself to do more on his own.

The Wind Cannon Technique is a simulated air flow bombardment of spiritual power convergence, which instantly increases its speed in the void.

Then he hit Tyrone the back armor and blasted him in the direction of Mo.

Seeing this, Mo gave Nanling a thumbs up, and then turned on his own magnetic field control, immediately capturing the chaotic tumbling dragon and quickly reducing its tumbling speed.

"Are you dead?"

Mrs. Antarctica asked.

Mo said: "Although the bioelectric field is very chaotic, fortunately it is still there. ”

That's not dead.

Mrs. Antarctica sighed: "Life is quite hard." ”

(End of chapter)