The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

Precia made some preparations for the lack of psionic power, but it turned out that the mage still had to hang the blue bottle directly on his belt-just like the adventurers in the big pineapple.The adventurer also has a locker that will not be damaged or stolen, but most people don't have such a thing.

Fortunately, Precia is an expert in this field. She has experience in the development of magic furnaces, and she is very familiar with the types and methods of using magic power.After communicating with local psykers and discussing the formula, she believed that the psychic energy after adjusting the frequency and waveform could be supplied to her telekinetic core, but this was not something that could be done with a single sentence.

For example, this telekinetic core is an engine, which is designed to be filled with No. 97 gasoline. In the magic cannon world, gasoline is everywhere, and if there is no No. 97, adding No. 93 will do.At most, the 'combustion' is incomplete, the output power drops, the driving is weak (the magister is prone to fatigue), and the wear degree of the parts increases (it will accumulate hidden injuries), but it can be used.

But now, what is in front of us is not gasoline at all.

what is it then?

It's a basket of corn.

Can corn be thrown directly into the engine and burned?Obviously not.If you want to make do with it, you have to make this thing into a gasoline substitute—ethanol gasoline.

It can be done, but what kind of tuning should it be?How will it affect the body afterwards?All of this requires quite complex and necessary calculations in advance.For the most extreme result, you can see the Khorne demon drinking a lethal amount of Youjin black tea.

Only when it is safe can it be used by Precia. After all, if the engine is broken, it can be replaced, and the body is better not to make fun of it. Alicia was there, and the risks of a consciousness transfer in this situation were too frightening to bet on.

Who knows where it will go.

Scythe of War sighed, and he asked:

"How long will it take?"

"The shortest limit time is two weeks - the follow-up ones may be faster, but the first batch will take that long."

To be honest, it's not bad to have a finished product in two weeks, but... still not enough.

"……All right."

"Time is stuck." Dark Rock stood up, "I have to start tonight, and I'm ready."

"It's all up to you."

It seems that the only thing that can be relied on now is the dark rock.Among all the bosses, the performance of this product is the closest to the paid bosses, and it is even higher than some paid bosses in terms of practicality-for example, I am thinking about how to use psionic mining during this time, calling Nova to work overtime and Keep an eye on Arcturus Mengsk, his own incapacitated Skeletonosaur.

Without irritating the patients, the hospital started operating around the dark rock and prepared for a series of operations.

In order for the operation to proceed quietly and smoothly, the patient's thinking must be in a state of stagnation, and it is best not to even dream.Emotional changes will lead to physiological changes, and Tzeentch's subconscious operations will inevitably cause emotional changes, making the patient's condition worse.So, after Precia fell asleep, Fran used an inhalation drug to anesthetize her, suppressing the nerve response but controlling the anesthesia to a shallower level to ensure that there was still a workable awareness of activities.

This is not difficult for the mad doctor, all she can do is that, and the next thing is what the dark rock should do.

When Dark Rock brought the dolphins into the ward, Precia had already entered a deep sleep state. He nodded slightly and asked Fran standing in front of the bed:

"How is the patient?"

"Already anesthetized." Fran nodded and said, "Life activities are smooth, and the spiritual response is weak but clear—it can start at any time."

"I understand."

As the Dark Rock spoke, he took out a small jar—this thing looked like a disposable compressed oxygen cylinder.He connected a mask-like spout to the top, covered his face, and pressed it lightly.The purple mist immediately filled the entire mask, and was then sucked into the nasal cavity by the dark rock. Immediately afterwards, his black pupils lit up with blue light, and Tzeentch's coat of arms appeared on the wrist of his right hand.

"This is..." Oregana saw the operation of Dark Rock, with a surprised expression on her face, "Ethazine?"

"Yes, this thing is good for us."

The dolphins sang a ballad without words, and the breath of spiritual energy gradually became thicker in the room. Dark Rock raised his hands, clasped them nine times, and then grabbed a long staff.There is a crescent moon pattern on the long staff, and incomprehensible symbols are engraved on the handle of the staff. A blue dove of unknown crystal clear material stands on the top of the staff, with strange lights shining in its eyes.

"...Wait, we just noticed that there is a dove on top of your stick! Why is it a dove!"

"I made it myself, and the raw material is crystal ore. I wanted to be an eagle, but the curvature of the mouth was cut off, so I just made a dove." Talking about the inside story that doesn't match the current mysterious atmosphere, Dark Rock revealed that he was still the essence of a free demon. He stood in front of him holding a staff in both hands, "Okay, next I will sneak into her mind and temporarily break away from her obsession."

"Come on." This kind of operation was beyond the scope of Oregana's comprehension, and she just gave a thumbs up.

"This job depends on being bold and careful. Pay attention to everyone and start."

"clear."

The voices of the dolphins raised their voices two degrees, and the blue light gathered on their foreheads, and then gathered in the eyes of the dove on the tip of the dark rock.

He controlled this energy, and turned a small part of it into a small amount of 'ethanol gasoline' with all his strength.This is not to directly supply energy to the telekinetic core - the parameters are not known yet, and it cannot be directly supplied at all - but simply to attract the attention of the telekinetic core and let it temporarily change the target.

During this process, he stared at the bound consciousness - it was bound in a 'cable' as thin as a silk thread, as weak as a spark that was about to go out on firewood.And when the 'ethanol gasoline' was highlighted, those fine 'cables' moved as expected by the dark rock.

Under the effect of anesthesia, the movements of these 'cables' are very slow.The core of telekinetics was affected by anesthesia, and it was impossible to accurately determine the location of the spiritual energy response and the action of absorbing it.

That's what the Dark Rock wants to see.

At this moment, the Great Demon Tzeentch raised his staff slightly, and gave a light blow to the ground.

A circle appeared in front of the pigeon's eyes, translucent and hazy.Originally, this guy was cut out of crystal ore, but at this time, it moved with dexterous movements like a flesh and blood body—it was like a living pigeon, stretching and retracting its neck, as if pecking at corn, Stretch through the circle and peck towards the consciousness bound near the core of telekinetics.

To be precise, it is those 'cables' that have not been attracted by 'ethanol gasoline'.

Seeing this weird method, Oregana's forehead was sweating. Although she believed in Dark Rock's technology, the operation of this kind of pigeon pecking rice made people feel terrified.However, like the best doctor, this pigeon accurately hit the 'lesion' every time, cutting off the green shimmering light filament.

The time lasted only a few seconds, and the consciousness had already broken away from the shackles of the light filament.

Dark Rock showed joy on his face, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a slight breath, the pigeon opened its mouth wide, slowly and gently grabbed the light ball, and dragged it away from the core of mind.

"Success... was it successful?" Oregana no longer knew what to say, she wiped her forehead, and decided not to delve into what she had just seen.

"Not yet." Dark Rock felt the pressure from the pigeon's head, and didn't dare to continue pulling—he felt that something was robbing him of this fragile consciousness. Although he had the upper hand in terms of strength, if he pulled hard, It would be bad if Alicia's consciousness was damaged.What he is fighting against is Precia's instinct and obsession, and these two things will not make any operation for the sake of his daughter subconsciously.

Now, although instinct has been defeated by drugs and his own operations, obsession is the main cause.In this regard, the dark rock also has its own method.

There are many ways to get rid of obsessions, but most of them are not easy-whether it is persuasion or comfort, the effect is not good, and it takes a lot of time.Now the pigeon is in a tug of war, there is not so much time at all.However, Tzeentch is not a Buddha, and he doesn't need to persuade people to give up their obsessions.

He gathered his psionic energy to protect the consciousness in the pigeon's mouth, and then released a low-output psychic shock at Presia... To be honest, this operation was too rough, but it was only rough.It's like throwing a shock bomb at the opponent during a tug-of-war. It will indeed make the opponent very uncomfortable, but it's just very uncomfortable.

Even though Precia values ​​her daughter very much, her subconscious mind is her subconscious mind after all, and she cannot confront each other head-on with a well-prepared and powerful psionic attack, which is doomed to her defeat—however, if she loses in this confrontation, she will be able to win the battle. After winning life, there is nothing wrong with it.

The crystal-clear pigeon held the ball of light in its mouth and pulled its own neck back from the ring.It stretched its neck to swallow the ball of light, then cooed nine times in praise of Tzeentch, changed from a living thing to a hard dead thing again, and remained motionless.

"Okay! It's a success!" Dark Rock showed joy on his face, but the sudden dizziness made his complexion suddenly darken, and he staggered two steps. Thanks to the dolphins behind him supporting him, he didn't let him fall down.Controlling the pigeons and the human tug-of-war seemed to consume too much energy and stamina, and fatigue surged up one after another, like a tide that was about to submerge him.

A doctor who has performed a heart transplant for [-] hours probably looks like this after the operation.

He called Oregana, grabbed the dove on the top of the staff, pulled out the ornament with a cooing sound, and handed it to Oregana:

"Quick... hold this pigeon, Alicia's consciousness is in it."

"Hey... how do you use this thing?!"

"Pluck the hair on the back of the neck, there is an interface under it, just use a standard Type [-] cable to import it directly." His voice gradually became low, and gradually became unrecognizable, "This way...it's done..."

"..."

Oregana and the pigeon in her hand looked at each other for a few seconds, then she slid off the feather decoration on the back of her neck, and she couldn't help being dumbfounded——

At the bottom is a very familiar interface, the kind used to connect data cables, the location is where the wires are connected on the back of the egg man's neck...

In the end, it is still the style of the egg man. (cover face)

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Precia woke up from a deep sleep, which seemed to be a very long sleep... In the space station, the time cannot be judged by looking at the sun, and the clock shows that he has slept for more than 50 hours.

How is this going?Why do you sleep for so long?

She sat up from the bed in doubt, but immediately, a severe headache surged out of her head, which made Presia couldn't help pressing her temples and screaming silently.In this pain, Precia recalled that he seemed to have a strange dream. In the dream, there was an oversized pigeon that kept pecking at his head, and the pain in the dream spread all the way to the dream. outside.

What kind of dream is this...

The pain dissipated quickly, but was replaced by a sense of emptiness, as if something important had been taken away by the pigeon in the dream.She tried to recall, but the dream itself was illusory, and she couldn't recall it no matter what.

"Good morning." At some point, Fran appeared beside her. She handed over a cup of hot water with honey and said softly, "Drink some water, it will make you feel better."

As Dark Rock estimated, the psionic impact didn't have any effect on Precia other than a temporary headache.

"Thank you... what's wrong with me?" Precia took a sip from the cup, and the sweetness of honey made her feel a lot better.Then, she immediately noticed that something was wrong in the next room——

Alicia's training cabin was empty, there was nothing where she should have been.

However, there was an extra bed over there, and on the bed lay a young girl with a small body and beautiful blonde hair.Various instruments were attached to her body, and on the vital signs recorder next to her, a spot of light was constantly fluctuating, outlining the broken line of the heartbeat.

What this expresses is very obvious.

"Alicia?!" The witch jumped up almost immediately, and the honey water in her hand spilled all over her body, but she didn't realize it. "You... you saved her?!"

Fran nodded with a smile, and she said:

"Our doctors spent 22 hours repairing her brain damaged by hypoxia and poisoning, as well as all the damaged organs in her body." It's still the Eggman style of replacing it when it breaks, but it's very troublesome to explain, It's easy to make people feel uneasy, so Fran didn't intend to explain it in detail.Anyway, the result is good, then there is no problem.

In this way, Fran cured Precia's cough and prepared Alicia's resurrection at the same time.Of course, the most important thing is what the pigeon brought back—in various legends, the pigeon can always bring back good things, such as olive branches, right?

Seeing Precia stunned, Fran added: "The introduction of consciousness was also very successful."

She was speaking not of memory, but of consciousness, that is, not of mere appearance-like imitations, but of real resurrection.

'Life regeneration' is the most inviolable - or rather, impossible - realm of magic.The so-called magic is a technology that stylizes and reproduces the principles of nature, and death is the work of eliminating them.

From a programmer's point of view, death is equivalent to deleting the library and running away - it is possible to just correct the damaged data, but it is simply impossible to restore the program to its original state when all the huge original data disappears. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The moment the container that executes the program—that is, the body is destroyed, the program will disappear.Even if the damaged container is repaired, the program itself will not be restored. Although it is not impossible to make it move, it is not much different from operating with wires or machines, and it is meaningless.

This is the interpretation of the concept of 'death' from the perspective of magic.

However, what Precia didn't expect was that he used himself as a temporary hard disk and instinctively saved the data without using magic.

"You never let her leave your side," Fran said with a smile, "no matter how you look at it. Are you going to see her now?"

Precia didn't know what kind of mood she was in at this time.She staggered into her slippers, not even bothering to wipe off the water stains on her body, and strode towards the door.To be honest, from the perspective of others, she looked like a crazy woman, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, running through the corridor and rushing into the next ward.

There was Alicia, lying on the bed, looking frail but alive.

But is this really Alicia?

She still remembered that many years ago, Feite was like this, immersed in the culture fluid and breathing quietly.Precia originally thought that her sad wish was about to be fulfilled, but fate played a big joke on herself.

Recalling the original scene, Precia dared not take a step forward. The shadow of that time seemed to hang over her head again...

And at this moment, Alicia opened her eyes, she turned her head slightly, and her ruby-like pupils looked at herself—the moment she saw Precia, a sense of peace of mind suddenly appeared on her face, that It's an expression sleeping deep in memory.

That was Alicia's expression when she woke up from a nightmare at night and saw her mother beside her.Precia originally thought that she could no longer remember these details, but the moment she saw it, old memories flooded her mind.

Tears instantly blurred his vision.

"Mom..." The young girl stretched out her left hand, and there was some timidity in her voice—because in her memory, adults would not cry, and her mother's tears made her feel uneasy, "Mom, why are you crying?" Are you crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry..."

That's right, the left hand...is the left hand...

Many years ago, Precia wanted to make her resurrected "Alicia" happy, so she deliberately let her see Linis who had become a familiar and awakened, but "Alicia" didn't remember Linis at all.Even so, maybe she thought the cat was cute, so she stretched out her right hand to stroke the cat.

However, the real Alicia is left-handed.

And now, it was that little left hand that reached out to him.This small detail made Precia unbearable.She burst into tears and rushed to the hospital bed, hugging her lost and recovered daughter.This made Alicia, whose memory stayed on the day of the accident, pale with fright. The five-year-old child couldn't understand what happened in front of her eyes, but she still patted her mother's back lightly after she realized it. to comfort her.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Fran felt that her nose was a little sore, but she didn't want to cry in front of her assistants, so she pressed the bridge of her nose, and then walked to Precia: