The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

A group of people got off the suspension vehicle and walked to the gate of the Times Memorial Hall.

This building already existed in the initial planning, and it was not a functional building built after thinking about it—for a civilization that has just changed to live in a new environment, spiritual support and material support are equally important .In order to increase the cohesion of the people, it is very necessary to have a memorial hall that stores historical relics and shows the deeds of heroes.

The memorial itself looks glamorous, with the Mackenzie's coat of arms engraved on the stele in front of the gate - it is a flower with 36 petals that can be seen everywhere in the hometown of the Mackenzie people.The main building is seven stories high, with a curved vault and stained glass adorning the walls.

Standing at the door, Oregana's expression became solemn——

What is displayed inside is not artwork or anything else, but the history of the struggle of the Mackenzie people.A large number of drawings, reliefs, depicting the starry sky, battleships, burning planets and raging monsters, together with those historical artifacts that have survived to this day, create a tragic and heavy feeling.

"Every city has a memorial of this kind." Captain Orwell explained from the side, "There are not many people now. After the relocation work is completed, every citizen of Mackenzie will come and see it. Everyone The heavy past should be remembered, which brings us together."

It seems that these horcruxes... no, the phylactery was not stored in a special place, but was really placed in the memorial hall as a ranking.In other words, does this actually have the meaning of a martyr's cemetery?

"Is the Nector's Blade placed here?" the girl standing behind asked aloud.

She was not a familiar face—she had short brown hair, was wearing a suit-style uniform, and had a very rare hair accessory on her head, which looked like two small yellow horns.At first glance, it looks like a high school girl who is studying, but everyone knows that the person who appears here cannot be an ordinary high school girl.

At least... the 'people' inside are not high school girls.

"That's right, Your Excellency Yi Sixiang." Captain Orwell gave a slight salute and let the door open, "Everyone, please come in."

Walking past rows of reliefs, at the end of the hall, several huge storage cabinets stood there quietly.Behind the strengthened glass, there are long-handled short swords. These sharp blades look similar, but the details are different, and it can be seen that they belong to different people.They sleep here, sleeping quietly under the bright lights, accepting people's respect and love.

The tomb of swords is also the tomb of people.

"Is this the batch of Nector blades?" Oregana looked at the rows of swords standing there, with a look of surprise on her face, "I didn't expect there to be so many."

"There should have been more." The old captain whispered, "but...we only had to recover these at that time. Those destroyed ark ships also had... but come to think of it, they may have been destroyed before those ships were destroyed. It has been destroyed."

For the Mackenzie civilization, this is a great loss-whether the soul inside can be resurrected or not, this is the case.

Frankly speaking, Oregana didn't have any feeling about how to use these daggers at all, this was beyond her knowledge, even if she wanted to think about it, she didn't know which aspect to think about.The idea of ​​dismantling one to study and think about it was snuffed out as soon as it appeared in my mind-there is a sleeping consciousness waiting to be resurrected, and I should not use these to die after fighting the dark worm anyway. Take this risk with the awareness of the warrior in your heart.

Nuonuo would use this, but after hearing how long these Nector blades had been placed, he showed a somewhat guilty expression.Originally, it was a very tricky act to poke Oregana with a knife and rely on the clone pilot's brain plug to export the consciousness stored in the dagger, and the difficulty of this batch is not to export, but to keep it for too long .

Time is a terrible thing. It is more like a file than a butcher's knife... Although it is slow, it files everything in the world unswervingly.

Is the soul out of the body that has been filed for hundreds of years still in good health?

no one knows.

Oregana couldn't do it, and Nuonuo didn't dare to do it, but this matter had to be done.With such a mood, she invited a helper through her relationship in the subspace.

With a clang, a glass door swung open.The girl with the trumpet headdress on her head walked to the display cabinet with a nostalgic expression, and looked carefully at these beautiful handicrafts.

"I didn't expect that there are so many Nector blades left." The girl's soft fingers touched the blade lightly, then firmly grasped the hilt, and pulled a Nector blade out of the storage. It was taken out of the cabinet "After the passage was closed, I thought... sorry."

"It's nothing, we don't care anymore." The old captain shook his head slightly, "Great Yisi."

That's right, the helper that Oregana invited was a member of the great race of Is—Iska.And the body she uses is from Yasaka Mahiro's classmate Kui Jing Zhuo.In the past days, she has had the experience of exchanging bodies with the great race of Yith, and her adaptability is quite high.

Oregana doesn't understand these things by herself, so let the Yis people solve them.Since it is their work, they must know it best.

It sounds like you bought an imported car and found something wrong, so you invited the original factory technicians to repair it...

"When we made this at the time, we didn't expect such a huge time span..." She took out a small box, carefully inspected the dagger with the probe on the small box, and said "it was originally I was thinking that since the battle is so intense, after recovering it will definitely draw out the consciousness as soon as possible, and then continue to fight.

"Stagnation block?" It seems to have heard some key nouns...

"Yes," Iska explained, "separate the internal and external time flow, and slow down the passage of internal time. It is used to preserve consciousness at the second when death occurs—you know, this is not a snapshot of thinking. If Using JOJO as an example, it is to put the mind into the storage module when it dies, and then activate THE WORLD to fix it inside."

"Then, for those inside, only the 'world' moves?"

"That's it." The indicator lights on the small black box lit up one after another, which indicated that the Nekt blade was still working normally, which made Iska relax a little. "However, the basic stagnation block time The flow rate ratio is too low..."

"How low?"

"According to the timing method here... About one second inside, 120 years outside. Consciousness storage is not memory storage. Calculated by the technology used at that time, it will disappear in about three seconds at most. And because there is no support from the brain, It's impossible to resist."

Consciousness exists based on thinking organs. Without thinking organs (or electronic equipment), consciousness is like water without a source and trees without roots, and it disappears all at once.Of course, introducing the consciousness into the subspace and starting to drift in the subspace can effectively increase the time that the consciousness continues to exist, but the ghost knows what to wait for when it is taken out.

It's not that everyone is free, the consciousness of the big demon is immune to the erosion of the subspace...

"Didn't you think of using a slightly...reliable device?" Dark Rock grinned, "For example, a small electronic device that can allow consciousness to exist in the form of electrical signals for a short time..."

"At that time, it was required to be portable, and this was the limit." Hearing such accusations, Iska showed a pained expression, "If it is a large device, it is easy, but miniaturization makes everything more difficult. Small devices There is very little energy that can be used, so you have to choose a stagnant block or a storage device. So the idea at the time was that it was enough to let the storage device work for three seconds, anyway, as long as you use the stagnant block, you can make it last as long as possible.”

"But we really didn't expect that it would develop into what it is now." As one of the creators of the Necht Blade, Iska seemed to feel very sorry for this, and she sighed and put the sword back in the cabinet. Most of the time is about 400 to 200 years, and the ones of nearly 400 years are basically not difficult, but the ones of more than [-] years... just."

One second inside, 120 years outside, up to three seconds inside, that is about 360 years...

This large group is basically at the critical point.Even if there is a device at this time, as long as there is a slight delay when it is taken out, I am afraid that it will be worth a glimpse.If you want to be resurrected, you must first remove the stagnation block, and the removal of the stagnation block will allow the time inside to flow again. If it was a second earlier, there might not be any problems.

But all stuck at the critical point, which is a bit difficult to handle.

"I understand, there is nothing we can do about it. Miss Iska, what should we do now?"

"In short... let Mr. Dark Rock maintain these three cabinets with spiritual energy." The only thing to be thankful for is that there is a Tzeentch monster here

"For the Great Demon Tzeentch, there should be no problem maintaining the soul, right?"

A powerful Lord of Change has powerful psychic powers, and even more powerful wrists to manipulate psychic powers. He only needs to move his fingers on the battlefield to make enemy soldiers fight for him.Although the Ten Thousand Hermits can't do that, but if there is no accident, they can still fix a cabinet of rootless souls... right?

Dark Rock suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and said as calmly as possible:

"give it to me."

"Then, let's untie the stagnant block and use this to import directly." Iska took the box from the attendant and asked, "Are the spare bodies ready?"

"Cultivation has already started, and it can be shipped within half an hour. All of them are based on the DNA samples provided by the captains of the various arks. If there are no ones, they will be pinched according to the photos, and the rest will be based on the basic template."

Of course, we also paid attention to the height of the body and some details.Try to avoid some problems that should not happen as much as possible.

Like a gender change or something...

"Okay, let the medical team and equipment be in place, we can get ready to start." She seemed to be the on-site commander, and she didn't care about the fact that this place was actually a memorial hall. "Please, Your Excellency Wan Hermit."

Dark Rock swallowed his saliva, took a step forward in the eyes of everyone, stretched out his right hand, and the purple light suddenly condensed in his hand——

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Chapter 555 Chapter 502: Wake up, our warriors!

Tzeentch is born with extremely powerful psychic powers, almost endless skills, and profound knowledge of occult sciences.It can turn many mortals into boneless meat sacs in a glance, destroy an armored tank with a flick of a finger, and pull the soul of the most powerful warrior out of its mouth with just a few words, just to be like a gourmet Feel the joy of devouring.Powerful psychics can transform matter into energy, bring the dead back to life, turn stones into gold, or vice versa.

However, that is the Collector's Edition or the Gold Edition of Damo, the Discounted Edition and the Liver Emperor Edition are not included...

Obviously, the Dark Rock is not a collector's edition or a gold edition. In Tzeentch's Labyrinth, he is not the type that is easy to notice.He didn't get it from Tzeentch, whether it was psionic power or the way of control——

The psychic power comes from some kind of magical drink, and the control method comes from the dark templar, which makes him much weaker than those winged googs.It's not an easy job for him.

It can only be said that there is no way to replace the stagnant block that is about to fail with psionic energy.

"Can it work?" Oregana asked cautiously, flashes of psychic energy danced in Dark Rock's eyes, and the hazy purple mist drifted around him, covering all the display cabinets silently, "You It looks like a pilot who is driving a small spaceship and loses power in a close orbit, and has to glide and make an emergency landing."

"No problem... And don't use this metaphor of high school girls' daily activities..."

The expression on his face was a bit grim, with sweat dripping down his cheeks every time he took a breath, it didn't look like he was 'okay' at all.As for the analogy of the daily activities of female high school students... In recent years, in order to 'better adapt to the coming interstellar era' and reduce the cost and difficulty of operation of near-orbit aerospace technology, some aristocratic schools owned by local tyrants spent money to open space navigation. course.

In fact, it is driving an expensive cosmic glider around the track, which is essentially a fashion value, just like a rich boy driving a luxury car and riding a heavy motorcycle. Most of them went to the battlefield or joined the front line of the logistics industry in person after graduation. (spread hands)

It's completely different from the Floating Lotuses of the Naval Academy's way of simulating actual combat. (far eye)

"Hold on for a while, the first batch of body backups will arrive soon." Originally, she wanted to pat Dark Rock on the shoulder, but fearing that it would affect his luck (fog), Oregana's raised right hand froze in the air, Finally, he patted Yi Sixiang on the shoulder, which startled her, "Mr. Orwell, the hospital..."

"It's all ready!"

In fact, there are not many people.There are only one thousand 550 in this exhibition hall, and the hospital will definitely have no problem in the future.What's more, not everyone can be pulled back successfully.

All kinds of medical vehicles were parked on the driveway outside the memorial hall, and the doctors stayed in the vehicles, each with complicated expressions on their faces——

The second generation born 40 years after the departure of the Ark grew up listening to the stories of those heroes who were quietly sleeping in the sword. When they were young, almost everyone thought that one day they would be To be like them, to establish great achievements and achieve meritorious deeds; after growing up a little, everyone will understand that in the current environment, fighting against the dark worms to protect everyone is tantamount to nonsense.

At that time, the problem of the aging equipment of the Ark ship had already begun to emerge, and no one thought that this kind of ship could confront the dark worms.It is estimated that I will not see the Mackenzie arrive at their new homeland in my lifetime. Such thoughts are flooding the brains of this generation.Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, most people's thinking changes from how to make contributions to "how to persist in living".

The people present all chose to study medicine at that time, and tried their best to maintain people's health in the absence of resources and materials.At that time, many people thought, could they find out a way to wake up those heroes?

As a result, the more I studied medical skills, the more I found that this idea was basically impossible. After studying it, I even felt that this technology was beyond the scope of [medicine].As for what discipline is it?

No one knows, who knows what kind of subject it is, even if you really want to study it, why can't you find a breakthrough to study it?Moreover, the resource level of the Ark ship itself has been determined, they cannot obtain a large amount of resources for scientific research, and all resources and materials must be used to maintain the survival of everyone.

As with other industries, almost any technology cannot be developed on a resource-poor Arkship.

Soon, they gave up these unrealistic ideas, and the complicated and difficult work limited the creativity of these doctors.After getting used to seeing life and death, they have buried themselves in their work, fighting against the god of death in the lonely void, regaining one life after another, forgetting their inner expectations when they were young under the tempering of years and work.The usual small talk has also changed from being full of ambitions when I was young to——

[Didn't it mean that if the speed is fast enough, the god of death will not be able to catch up with us?Then why do people die on the ark moving faster than the speed of light? Could it be that the speed of the wooden boat rowed by the God of Death is faster than light? 】

[Maybe the ship of the god of death can control the distance?For example, if one light-year is shortened to the distance that can be rowed by one oar, won't it catch up in no time? 】

[Isn't this a leap? Hey! 】

It became this kind of out-of-force dialogue that missed the point. (fog)

As a result, life suddenly changed.The voyage with no end in sight came to an end in a way no one expected. The infection broke out, the Ark was sunk, and hundreds of millions of people died.At this desperate moment, Admiral Millis Ent returned with reinforcements and rescued everyone at the critical moment—the life of wandering and wandering came to an end on this day, and the people of Mackenzie had a place to live.

"My mood is very complicated now." Physician Ohanod felt the pulsation in his chest, and said with emotion, "I used to think that I would study hard and absorb all the knowledge I could get my hands on like a dishwashing block. Then let them wake up. Later I found out, how could it be possible to just learn old things? This knowledge was summed up by previous people. Since they were not awakened at that time, it means that what we learned at that time There is simply no way to do this with our knowledge system.”

"I warned you at the time." Maktoum leaned against the car body, the bright sun shone on him and the car, slightly dazzling, but not hot.There were quite a few people waiting outside the car like him. Everyone was looking in the direction of the memorial hall, with eager gleams in their eyes, "Let's not talk about that, who do you think will be the first to come out?"

Ohanod popped his head out of the car window and replied with a smile:

"I don't know. But I would rather be Admiral McMillan the 'Pioneer'. I admire him the most...?!"

Before he finished speaking, a roar came from above.A giant steel ship hundreds of meters descended from the sky, the cat's claw badge on the side of the hull was shining, she blocked the sun and cast a shadow on the ground.Everyone who hit the ground felt a gust of hot wind blowing head-on, and the bushes in the green belt shook their heads violently.This gust of wind didn't last long. When the anti-gravity system started to work, the chaotic airflow around it became stable after a while.

"The transport ship of Tartarus!" Maktoum exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the gradually opening hangar armor plate, "Look!"

"I see, Maktoum. Get to work!"

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Dark Rock thought he had found the knack.

At first, a large number of consciousnesses were constantly vibrating in his spiritual energy field, which made Dark Rock feel that these consciousnesses wanted to escape from this area, forcing him to gather energy and try to suppress the vibrations of these consciousnesses.This feeling is not good. If you insist on describing it, it’s like holding a handful of lively tadpoles in your hand. If you use up your strength, they will jump out and run away—and the result of running away will be instantly grinded by the time file. and if you are strong, they may be crushed to death...

The Dark Rock must calculate the vibration pattern of each consciousness, and it is in real time.

This once made him very tired. You know, the speed of accumulating fatigue with precise control is even comparable to that of lifting dumbbells.But it didn't take long for Dark Rock to discover that this vibration seemed to have a certain pattern, and the direction seemed to be traceable-along an arc, as if he was looking for something.Maybe there is some deep reason for this, and for the tired dark rock, it only needs to calculate the vibration mode of a conscious body, use psionic energy to limit a range, and then apply this range to all conscious bodies That's it, the workload drops immediately.

And when the cargo ship transporting the clones arrived at New Mackenzie, the vibrations of these consciousness bodies all became consistent—upward, the direction was that cargo ship.