The first thousand three hundred and sixty-six chapters ancestors
The Abyss Independent Regiment has experienced a bumpy development process. Although they are also warriors of the New Empire, due to their sensitive identity and the huge hidden power, the Abyss Independent Regiment can only develop at a slow speed. Under normal circumstances, the New Empire will develop at a slow pace.
The army is expanding at a rate of one to two large legions every year, and the Abyss Independent Regiment has not reached the size of a standard legion since the first batch of fallen apostles were reversed. Of course, what further limits the development of this legion is not its "problems of origin"
, but we lack a truly systematic and robust industrial system.
Establishing a standard legion requires systematic industrial support, the production of warships, the manufacturing of soldiers, individual equipment, ship-based equipment, fortress-level facilities, the R&D and manufacturing of various auxiliary units, supporting scientific and technological departments, command, engineering, and service
...This is an extremely large system. The complexity of the operation of an army in reality is difficult for ordinary people to imagine. It is definitely not like what you see in the game. Just click the mouse and a bunch of soldiers will appear, and the army will set off with a right click.
No matter it is the Xiling Empire or the Star Territory Protoss, no matter how powerful the civilization is, its army is built on a complex and sophisticated base. As a war race, the original "battlefield host technology" of the Xiling Apostles has transformed this
The system has been simplified to the extreme. With only one Xiling mainframe and enough time, a complete set of military systems including industrial base machines can be manufactured. This is a von Neumann robot system developed to the extreme (of course,
It is more complex, and its replication and self-evolution processes are far from comparable to the single-threaded von Neumann model of proliferation). However, even so, the new empire does not have even a set of "abyss-type industries" that can serve as an industrial basis.
"Production line", of course, there is no abyssal Xiling host.
It is almost impossible for these two units to be completely captured in the kind of desperate war between the Emperor and the Fallen Apostles, so the Abyss Independent Regiment has become the only legion in the new empire with almost no production and proliferation capabilities. They can't even operate the smallest star.
There is no such thing in Hong Kong, so the only thing we can do is to supply and maintain the existing abyssalized units. Currently, there are only two ways to expand the abyssal independent group, the main way of which is to capture on the battlefield - thanks to the unlucky Harlan
Your Majesty has provided support many times before; the secondary way is to let Viska use her messy transformation technology and whimsical weapon design to make some... Well, some are quite difficult in the absence of industrial mother machines and Xiling hosts.
Describes a small-scale unit that can be drawn out to fight. However, it can only create units that have no sanity and cannot be copied. Tavel cannot create an abyss source of the same level and control as Viska using existing technology. Naturally,
There is no way to copy the abyss fleet created by the latter.
The small and chaotic troops created by Viska account for less than 10% of the entire Abyss Independent Regiment.
The embarrassing situation faced by the Abyss Independent Group is evident.
"Manufacturing abyssal equipment faces more than just technical problems," Harlan put a data terminal in front of me. He has produced plans including the draft of the Abyssal Independent Group and the first-phase project plan, and even various plans.
The production lines and their precise production cycles are all there. "I have also been to the research center several times in the past two days and visited the Xiling host group. I know that you are also studying how to mass-produce abyssal units using conventional industrial means - the Abyss Independent Group."
There are a lot of soldiers. But almost every battleship is destroyed and one is missing. With the attrition caused by several special operations against the Abyss Empire, we are now in a situation of more men and fewer ships."
"Tavel can't even handle this," I nodded, "We can copy anything from the material level, as long as we have blueprints or samples, but the abyss-specific units we create will either collapse quickly. Or they can't reach the goal.
The combat effectiveness of the genuine product is not as good as that of ordinary spaceships."
"Abyssal Xiling Apostles can only use abyssal equipment, because the power diffused from our bodies will seriously affect the operation of conventional equipment, and only with the matching of attributes can we exert full combat effectiveness, but this equipment cannot be used by conventional means.
It absolutely cannot be manufactured. This is not a problem of material structure. Abyss pollution will change the operating rules of a Xiling device from a conceptual level." Harlan said, and took out something from the portable space. I saw that it was a
The strangely shaped fist-like weapon should be a portable melee weapon. With an undetectable buzzing sound, the front end of the fist suddenly extended, and the restrained energy blade covered with black and red lines trembled slightly in the air.
There is a dangerous aura on it: the abyss, but in a controlled state. "You can see with your own eyes that this is mutated psionic energy. Using conventional means, no matter how you attenuate it from the void and then mix it with the abyss, it will
This kind of mutated psionic energy cannot be created. It is not a simple mixture, but has become something with its own unique characteristics."
The restrained energy blade at the front of the weapon was trembling slightly, and I could feel that it was already causing damage to the surrounding space just by being placed there: the spatial stability of a small area around the weapon was declining, and the normal elements in the air were changing.
It turned into a variety of weird substances. Something like black smoke emitted from the front of the energy blade, and the condensed residue slowly fell to the table, producing a crackling and burning sound.
These are abyssal weapons, which have unique characteristics. They perform poorly in terms of durability and energy consumption, but in terms of absolute destructive power and subsequent damage, abyssal weapons have a fascinating charm. The powerful "instant full firepower" of the Abyss Independent Group
The "Breaking Attack" tactic can pour out devastating damage in a few seconds of the confrontation between the two sides, which takes advantage of this characteristic of the mutated psionic energy. It is precisely because of this precious characteristic that Tavel has always spared no effort to
Studying how to safely create more abyssal weapons, of course, there is no progress.
"Only the corrupted industrial mother machine or Xiling machine that was modified tens of thousands of years ago can produce these things," Harlan said while passing the fist thorn in his hand over to me, "That pollution is equivalent to the
There is a certain 'identification code' left in our bodies. Without this identification code, the equipment produced will not be pure. Of course, your crazy sister is an exception. She uses a whimsical way to infuse the abyss into ordinary equipment for her own use.
, I can only say...probably her madness even scares the abyss."
I curiously studied the fist in my hand, and then carefully spread my mental power into it, trying to see which part of the alienated nether energy started to mutate. As a result, there was a snap - the thing went out.
A large hole opened in the focusing crystal, and a plume of green smoke curled up from inside.
Harlan: "...This thing has been with me for 127,000 years..."
Me: "...The most historical thing on my body is a pair of old slippers that stayed with me for three and a half years, and then they were gone..."
Harlan: "..."
"Well, your plan is pretty good. I'm a layman and I don't have anything to suggest. Let's just do it." I chuckled and changed the subject. Because Harlan obviously didn't really care about spending ten years with him.
Twenty Thousand Years of Fists: According to the habits of the Xiling Apostle, I’m sure he still has at least thousands of the same fists in his pocket. “After the industrial production line was rebuilt, the Abyss Independent Group was truly complete. It looks like there are many more.
I will prepare several worlds for you to develop..."
"I'll just have to figure it out myself." Harlan laughed, "No one knows better than a former fallen apostle what kind of living environment the Abyss Independent Group needs. Just keep looking forward to it. I'll make the Abyss come to life within half a year at the earliest."
The First Fleet appears before you."
After sending Haran away, I leaned back on the chair and let out a sigh of relief. This was like one less thing to worry about: the Abyss Independent Regiment would need to rebuild its industrial line next and find its own station in the empire's "World Library".
In order to build something completely different from the New Empire's engineering system, Harlan did all these things himself. Sandora and I could only occasionally go over there as part of the fun to see the progress. This part of the matter was considered to be on the way.
On track.
"I can't tell. You are usually very diligent. I thought you went to Shadow City every morning just to show off."
"Are you awake?" I had no counterattack against the complaints coming from my soul**. The female gangster had been talking like this for a day or two. "How are you feeling today?"
"I don't feel anything. I just thought I was locked up again, and I woke up early - I just saw that you were busy with business, so I didn't bother you."
I didn't expect that a guy like Bingtis could be considerate, so I couldn't help but smile. I didn't know if Bingtis could feel this smile: "Speaking of which, isn't it nice when you are quiet?
?What kind of fuss are you always making?"
"It's okay to hold on for a while, but it's easy to suffocate after a long time." Bingtis's nature began to slowly recover, "I said, you won't be here staring at these reports for a long time this morning, right? I
Damn it! You have to suffocate me to death!"
I said righteously: "This is the responsibility of the emperor."
"Responsibility hairy, look at the title, look at the conclusion, stamp it and write it as approved - no wonder Sandora wants to take over 80% of the government affairs herself, and gives you things that don't need to use your brain, just write that you have read it..."
I suddenly softened. I never thought that Sandora would even tell the female gangster this: They two usually fight each other, but this relationship is real. How can I put it, this is Ji's love that has spanned tens of millions of years.
Companion!
"Actually, I also read the text...occasionally picking up the parts I can understand." The more I spoke, the less confident I became, and finally I simply sighed: Bingtis is awake, and my office hours will probably end here.
I really can't imagine what it would be like to argue with this female gangster while working at the same time. When the time comes, I will be labeled as a fatuous man who indulges in womanizing and neglects government affairs. Who should I talk to to reason with him?
"Oh? You want to go out for a walk?" Bingtis noticed my movement and said immediately, "It's okay. If you find it annoying, I don't have to say anything. In fact, it's quite interesting to watch you approve official documents..."
If I believed her, I would have the same surname as Dingdang!
Taking a goddess with her - it sounded quite poetic - and strolling through the officers' rest area, Bingtis commented on the place, and her comments were nothing more than rigid and serious: She had been very fond of Sando back then.
La's base has been criticized in this way, and Xiling Apostle's military base is basically the same, which will definitely not suit the female gangster. I don't care about her, I just treat her as carrying a radio that can't be turned off, and leave without knowing it.
When we arrived at the edge of the military zone, there was a very tall barrier generator spire not far ahead. I looked up and saw a familiar figure: Ancesus, the ancestor, and a few unknown people were counting.
Accompanied by two royal guards, he stood on the platform in the middle of the minaret, seeming to be looking at the scene in the civilian area outside.
"Look, your ancestor!" Bingtis saw it from the same angle as me, and immediately reminded him happily.
"No, it's Sandora's ancestor..."
"Oh. I forgot that you became a monk halfway - hurry over, hurry over, I want to see you chatting with your ancestors!"
Now I have to coax this slightly depressed female gangster. As long as it doesn't violate human ethics, I have to follow her wishes, so I use a short distance teleportation to reach the spire.
This kind of spire is very common outside the base and is an extension of the fortress shield generator. However, Ansers obviously used this place as a watchtower. When I arrived, he was looking curiously in the direction of the World Tree.
The shadow that stretches like a mountain makes it difficult for everyone who comes into contact with it for the first time to believe their eyes, and the ancestor is no exception: he has never seen such a big plant. And behind Ansers, there are a few people standing behind him.
The people I know are both men and women. They are obviously not Xiling apostles, and they do not have such a strong energy response. The clothes of these people are very similar to Anseth: seeing this, I can almost guess the identities of these people.
The royal guards immediately sensed my arrival and immediately turned around to salute. Anseth turned around when he heard the movement next to him and looked at me with some surprise: "His Majesty the Emperor?"
"Uh... why am I so awkward when you say that?" It was a strange feeling to be called "His Majesty the Emperor" by an ancestor who had once, once again, once... I don't know how many times. I felt embarrassed immediately, but
Considering that the average age of the people around me is already measured in hundreds of millions of years, I don’t bother with this matter anymore, “These are…”
"Old guys who just woke up." Ansers seemed to be in a better mood today than in previous days. Although he was still gloomy, at least he was smiling, "We are looking at this strange city... it's an eye-opener."
"Captain, don't take me with you when you say old guy, I'm still young." A woman who looked less than thirty years old glanced at Anseth with a slight dissatisfaction. I knew that this was also one of the ancestors. She
Like everyone else, she retains her appearance when she was frozen. She is a mature and beautiful woman. I guess if I dare to call "ancestor", I will be in big trouble today. So I can only smile a little apologetically:
"Sorry, there have been a lot of things these past two days. I should be by your side when you wake up."
"I know, I know," Ansers waved his hand nonchalantly, while introducing a few people around him, and then turned around expectantly to look at the prosperous and magnificent Shadow City, the air traffic network, the floating fortress of the Military Command and
Gaia's mother star in the sky, the scenes he had seen seemed more alive today than before, "They are all confused now. It took me a long time to roughly explain the current situation clearly.
Then we came here to see what the capital of the empire looks like today, it was an eye-opener, it was an eye-opener..."
"It's a pity that I can only watch the excitement," the woman from before said with some depression. In the introduction just now, I knew that her name was "Lu", a short and simple name. "I was originally a technician on the spacecraft.
Manager, but now I feel like a rat bear in a human city (maybe this is an animal that lives in its home world?), I have been out of touch for too long..."
This is no longer just a matter of disconnection. Lu's words made several other ancestors sigh. I saw that the atmosphere was getting colder, and suddenly I had an idea: "What, I'm free for the time being anyway, why don't I bring it with me?"
Why don't you go out for a walk?"
A royal guard stepped forward: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Sandora confessed that she hopes that the ancestors will be protected in the military zone..."
Upon hearing the words of this royal guard, Anseth's eyes suddenly brightened and his expression darkened again.
Their scope of action was defined, and as long as they left their rooms, they would be accompanied by royal guards wherever they went. For Anseth, who was the first to be resurrected, this kind of life had been going on for some time.
I know that Sandora has an extreme "love" for her ancestors. In her eyes, Ansers is probably more untouchable than a porcelain doll, but this is the Shadow City, the core of the empire, and it can still be done here.
What kind of accident could happen?
"It's okay. What's the problem if I take them out myself?" I waved to the guard nonchalantly, "I'll go talk to Sandora."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The royal guards retreated, and some of the ancestors couldn't help but mutter: "Oh, I can finally go out..."
"You usually lock our ancestors in this lifeless place like house arrest?" Bingtis couldn't help complaining again. I didn't know how to answer, so in the end I could only stay silent: what she said was actually right.
Even if you are treated politely, even if all material needs are met, you are not allowed to leave the military zone, and you must be protected by royal guards for everything you do. This... is really like house arrest.
Seeing the several ancestors behind me with excited expressions as if they had been confined for too long and finally able to go out for fun, I couldn't help but curl my lips: It seems it's time to discuss with Sandora and ask her not to really put these things into practice.
The ancestors were imprisoned in the temple for worship.
After leaving the military zone, I felt a little worried. There are many places to go in Shadow City. This "city" is now so big that it's unscientific. If it weren't for the convenient air transportation and short-distance transmission network, you could travel from the south of the city.
Walking to the north of the city is basically enough to find a small country in Europe for a cross-country trip, and the land in the sky where the Shadow City is now is still expanding, and it seems that it will eventually form a binary star system with Gaia - you say so
In such a big place, which one should I consider as the first stop for sightseeing for my ancestors?
I want my ancestors to see something more interesting, something that can help them better understand the current situation of the new empire, and it is best to stay away from these imperial military facilities that they have seen enough of.
Let’s go to the place where the Familia and Macroworld residents are most concentrated.