The resurrection of ancestors has a success rate, and according to the latest data, this success rate is not high.**
This is undoubtedly bad news, and it’s no wonder that even strong-willed and calm Xiling apostles like Sandora and Tavel have such sad faces now.
"The exact success rate is not yet certain because of insufficient data," Tavel whispered with regret on his face, "but it should be no more than one tenth. My subordinates will conduct experiments on those corpses that have not yet undergone resurrection experiments.
After testing, we roughly summarized some rules."
"What determines the success rate of resurrection?" I immediately asked curiously.
"Race," Sandora spoke. She arrived before me and already understood the situation. "Ajun, you have also heard from your ancestors that the Xiling people are composed of many different races.
There are great differences between races, even in the nature of life. These differences in species lead to different difficulties in resurrecting their remains. Tavel discovered that some ancestors had weak bodies but strong souls, while some ancestors had strong bodies but strong souls.
The soul is fragile. The ancestor Anseth's race is the only one that has reached a balance in these two aspects, so it can still maintain the basic physical conditions for resurrection after a long time. Others...either their souls have completely dissipated, or they can no longer be revived.
If you accept external life force activation, the chance of resurrection is very slim."
"Isn't there some kind of stasis? Aren't the remains of our ancestors all well preserved?"
"As you know, stagnation does not mean that time stands still, it's just that matter stops evolving at the microscopic level," Sandora sighed, "so its preservation of the remains of ancestors is not watertight. The soul is the easiest thing to dissipate.
The second is the mutation of the material itself. Finally, there are some phenomena that are still unexplainable, causing these bodies to have no response to the power of the goddess of life."
Seeing the faces of Shandora and Tavel, I knew that this problem was probably unsolvable and there was no way to fix it.
I frowned and thought of a somewhat troublesome question: "Then how should I explain it to Anseth? He is probably still full of expectations."
"My subordinates have informed the ancestors and he is on his way over," Tavel replied matter-of-factly. "He has every reason to know what is happening here as soon as possible. That is the fact. There is no choice whether to accept it or not.
That’s the theory.”
I was speechless and didn't know what to say. Tavel's thoughts were indeed the standard of Xiling apostle: be straight to the point, say whatever you have to say, logic first, emotion second, her character of never doing useless work is really... nice to hear.
A little bit is called straightforward, a bit harsh is called dead-hearted.
At this time, I heard a slight hissing sound from the automatic door of the laboratory, and then slid open to both sides. What happened was exactly what he said: Ansers in military uniform strode in, and the staff in the laboratory and the Tavel Quality Projector
They all salute their ancestors one after another.
Ansers walked straight towards Sandora and I without squinting, and then quickly saw the experimental table behind us. Lying quietly in the crystal container were his former subordinates and comrades. I noticed that he was seeing that figure.
A moment of nostalgia flashed across her face, and then she regained her composure. Tavel stepped forward, as the direct person in charge of the entire project. She was a little embarrassed at the moment: "Ancestor, I'm sorry..."
Ansers waved his hand before Tavel finished speaking, indicating that there was no need to say anything more now, and then he silently came to the experimental table. He stared at the old subordinate lying in the crystal container for a full minute.
Open your mouth and speak.
When I couldn't help but want to break the silence, the old man finally moved. He let out a long sigh, bent down to the crystal container, greeted and said goodbye. The gray-haired old captain seemed very calm while doing all this.
As if he had done this countless times before, he said goodbye to his crew silently, and then raised his head and looked at Sandora and me: "No need to say anything, I know you tried your best."
I took a step forward, feeling that I had a lot to say but didn't know where to start. In the end, I could only hold back a sentence that was very meaningless: "Sorry, people can't be resurrected after death..."
As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself: the ancestor in front of me was the one who was resurrected just two days ago...
I stayed there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Ansers didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he smiled relievedly: "You really don't have to worry about it. As a group of old ghosts who have been dead for hundreds of millions of years, they don't care.
It should be too much to expect to return to the world. This is a fate that was destined many years ago. Let Taron rest in peace like this. At least I can still fulfill my duty as a captain and see him off."
Taron, it seems that this is the name of the ancestor lying in the crystal container.
Ansers turned to look at the crystal container with a calm expression: "I can't remember how many crew members I have bid farewell to like this, and I can't even remember how many people died quietly without a chance to say goodbye. Compared to them
, Taron and I are both lucky, at least he died with a burial, and at least I had the opportunity to see these old subordinates off... So that's it, don't feel sorry for me."
What Ansers said made me even more uncomfortable. His numbness towards life, separation and death always reminds people of the dark days when the Xiling people were in exile. There was nothing relaxing about that period of history. Sandora and I
He could only nod silently to express his understanding, but Ansers suddenly added as if he remembered something: "I have only one request. I hope that these old friends who failed to be resurrected can be buried in sarcophagi according to the customs on the home planet.
, buried in the deep sea.”
Shandora raised her head and looked into Anseth's eyes, who said: "This is something we often mentioned when we were chatting together. At that time, people could die every day, so the most topics were focused on this.
On the subject, Taron often jokingly said that when he died, he hoped that when he died, he could have a funeral in his hometown and sink into the sea of his home planet. But there is no sea on the Ark of Exile, and there is no condition to hold a funeral, so
This has become an old joke for us to make fun of reality... He should be satisfied now. We have finally reached a place with a sea. Although it is not the sea of our home planet, but..."
Ansers reached out and stroked the lid of the crystal coffin, as if the people inside could still hear him: "Old man, you are so lucky. Your last wish has been fulfilled, a wish that many people have not been able to realize."
"We will arrange this kind of funeral as soon as possible." Sandora said, "We will definitely restore the customs of the home star era. Of course, this requires your help."
"Don't be anxious," Ansers shook his head, "The resurrection of others will not go smoothly."
He said it very euphemistically, but the implication was very obvious: Taron was not the only one who needed to be buried, and Tavel had already told his ancestors everything about the situation in the resurrection project. Ansers knew as much as we did.
"Yes," Tavel nodded. "The overall success rate of resurrection is not yet certain, but theoretically it should not exceed one tenth."
"One-tenth..." Ansers murmured, but could not hear any emotion about this number. He finally exhaled, "Then let's wait until all the resurrection experiments are over and let them go on the road together.
It’s good to have someone taking care of you.”
Shandora and Tavel nodded in agreement, and Anseth said goodbye to everyone with a tired expression: "Then I'll go back first. I'm getting old, and I'll be tired after going out for a while."
"Then Sandora and I will take you back to the rest area." I quickly took two steps forward and said. Although Sandora was not good at greeting people warmly, she followed her immediately, but Anseth waved his hand and stayed alone.
Turning around and walking towards the laboratory door: "No need. Just let me go back alone."
Ansers went back alone, rejecting Shandora and I's offer to see him off. I saw that he didn't want to stay at the institute any longer, and it wasn't because he was "a little tired" as he said.
Everyone can see the weakness. I watched this old man with gray temples slowly leave the laboratory, and noticed that his back was not as straight as when he woke up two days ago. A feeling of loneliness and heavyness.
The thing lingered on him, as if it was a lingering ghost, causing the old captain to lose the vigor he had when he first woke up: two days ago. He woke up from his deep sleep. At that time, he thought he was leading the last batch of survivors of the exile fleet.
The man is drifting on the road of survival, even though the road ahead is bleak, he is still full of fighting spirit. Today, something that supports him seems to have collapsed to a precarious level. Just two days are enough for this old man to say "Old man"
Three words.
He is being slowly defeated by something, but Sandora and I are powerless.
"Perhaps the next successfully resurrected ancestor can rejuvenate him," Sandora sighed, turning to look at Tavel, "Resurrection of the next person as soon as possible. The ancestors need to be accompanied by clan members, can this be done?"
"Yes, your will!" Tavel replied forcefully.
Sandora nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's first..."
She suddenly froze mid-sentence, as if something interrupted her train of thought, and I noticed that not only Shandora, but also Tavel and the other staff around her seemed to be absent-minded for a moment, even though it was just a blink of an eye.
What happened in time was captured by me.
"Sandora? What's wrong?" I quickly asked with concern.
"There was a mental network warning just now, but it was immediately revoked the moment it was issued," Tavel recovered from his daze and spoke very quickly, "Your Majesty, you didn't feel it?"
I thought for a while: "Maybe it's because I'm slow to react - I haven't reacted yet."
Sandora and Tavel looked at each other seriously. Obviously, it is not normal for such a short warning to suddenly appear in the spiritual network. As a semi-monastic Xiling Emperor, my perception of the spiritual network is not as comprehensive as theirs. The network just now
There was a brief warning during the incident and I didn't feel it at all, so it's a bit incomprehensible to see how nervous they are now, but I guess this thing must be extraordinary.
Because Sandora then called Paopao and asked her to immediately organize a network-wide inspection.
"Network warnings are usually issued when a large number of apostles are infected by the Abyss. Their function is to cut off some network segments to protect the backbone network," Sandora quickly explained to me, "But the warning just now seemed to be a mistake.
There was no news of the apostle being infected, and there was no corresponding report of the abyss. Moreover, the warning only lasted for a few milliseconds, and no network segment was separated from the main network after that... There must be a fault somewhere, and the spiritual network would not make any decisions.
Such an inexplicable warning.”
A few minutes later, Paopao arrived at the core mother nest. There are more than a dozen mass-produced hosts working in that mother nest at any time. They form a high-performance matrix and are usually responsible for monitoring the information network of the capital world. After Paopao entered the workplace,
This matrix also allows their parent machine to take over data management rights as quickly as possible. Soon, the most powerful host array in the New Empire began a large-scale data screening. Pao Pao reported her results on the communication link
Screening progress: "The work log of the network warning just now has been found, and the origin of the warning is being traced."
Shandora and Tavel (the original body) and I rushed to the mother nest shortly after. Here we can see the working status of the hosts at any time, and Tavel can assist the hosts in doing some creative reasoning in the mother nest.
work.
The core mother nest is a huge building, several times the size of a regular mother nest. It is located a little east of the center of the Shadow Fortress. Its general structure is similar to that of an ordinary Xiling mother nest, but in the center, it has a
An unusually vast host room. Paopao's host slot is the largest crystal prism in the hall, and around this crystal prism is a circle of smaller crystal prisms symmetrically distributed, where the mass-produced machines are located.
Outside this computer room, there are also rooms prepared for redundant hosts and regular servers. All these facilities together form the most powerful data processing center in the New Empire. When we arrived, the place was brightly lit, and everything in the Brood was
A slight resonance echoed around the visible crystal clusters. A pleasant sound like alien music made me calm down quickly: these sounds were caused by the hosts resonating with the mother nest when they were running at high speed. This shows that
It's already a very busy work situation here.
The bubble is suspended in the core prism, with its eyes closed tightly, and the mysterious light flow flows out from the prism. Connected to the top of other prisms, each prism now has a mass-produced host, and they are guarding it like stars over the moon.
His own mother body is responsible for the complicated and tedious screening work. And Pao Pao concentrates on analyzing the suspicious data flow in the mental network in the past few minutes: this requires more flexible and agile thinking, and mass production machines are not good at this.
Tavel came under the core prism, her hands directly merged with the crystals, and then a turbulence of blue-white light began to appear on her body. The bubbles in the crystal column slowly opened their eyes, and the sound was as smooth as a machine.
No waves: "All high-level nodes have been screened. The sender of the warning message has not been found. Do you need to screen low-level nodes?"
Shandora thought for a moment and then shook her head: "It's not necessary. According to the network protocol, low-level nodes do not have the authority to issue network-wide early warning orders, unless the section responsible for this low-level node has no surviving high-level nodes - in the past few minutes
There are no reports of attacks in the entire empire, so it is impossible for high-ranking nodes to be killed."
Paopao nodded slightly and said, "Screen the gateway logs and try to locate the source of the warning."
After a moment, a mass-produced host nearby opened its eyes: "Mother, the log shows that the source of the warning is the entire data network."
"This conclusion is not logical, double check."
"Double check completed, mother, the source of the early warning is the entire data network."
"What's going on?" I asked curiously - as you know, I'm not very good at listening to heavenly books...
"The warning message did not have a clear sender. It was sent out from the entire network at the same time," Sandora explained to me. "In other words, it warned itself and then canceled the warning itself."
I thought about it, and suddenly I felt so blessed that I shouted on the public channel: "Xiling, come out!"
Some tiny streams of light appeared in the surrounding air. These streams of light quickly combined and finally turned into one... a mini elf about twelve centimeters tall, wearing a grass-green dress and with long green hair.
, there is also a metal plate almost as big as her body hanging around the elf's neck. Xiling's name is written on the metal plate in a heart-wrenching font...
Shandora and I looked at this fairy girl who looked like a wild Ding Dong but had a Xiling nameplate around her neck with dull expressions. The latter flapped the small wings on her back vigorously and flew in the air - because of that
The metal plate is really a burden for her current body - while saying hello to the two of them: "Ah, it's your Majesty - hehe - good afternoon - hehe - do you have anything to do with Xiling - hehe...
"
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I let this pocket version of Xiling fall into my hands: "How did you become like this?"
"When I came here, I saw a lot of strange creatures like this flying in the sky. Once you change into their appearance, you can't change back." Xiling answered honestly.
"There was a network-wide warning just now. Was it you who issued it?"
I finally remembered the business and was not distracted by the confusion of the guy in front of me.
"Whole network warning?"
Yes, an emergency occurred, but the alarm was quickly canceled because the emergency was resolved."
"Emergency?" Sandora and I looked at each other. We originally thought this was just a false alarm, but we never expected that something really happened - but this time the accident seemed to be at the network level, and those of us living in the real world have no idea.
Didn't realize what was happening.
"There have been some unexpected fluctuations in the Rift Valley," Xiling explained to everyone while holding his name tag, "I went over to check the situation, and then I accidentally got too close and almost fell - fell
An emergency warning was issued when we went down, but the crisis was soon over because I climbed up."
This is the entire story of the emergency warning just now.