Chapter 1006 1004! What a wonderful space carrier, if it
Chapter 1006 Ah! What a wonderful space carrier. What if it fired a shot at the top of a certain volcano?
Mosna swore that she really just went there to check the level of foreign experts.
She did not perform any other tricks at all, but by the time the airship arrived at the Maginot Line, Mosna had become the "absolute star" of the trip.
Dozens of experts in related fields and selected different races gathered around her, asking some professional-related questions one after another, and even got notebooks from the crew to take notes, as if they regarded Mosina as a
The omnipotent "wish machine".
However, thanks to the extremely exaggerated think tank data of Maintenance Sentinel, she can barely cope with the problems raised by these enthusiastic foreign experts.
But in addition to those who asked questions, there were several big guys who specialized in mechanical automation and artificial intelligence standing quietly beside her, looking at her with a look that made Mosna feel creepy.
It's very similar to the posture of a dismemberment killer when he finds the perfect victim.
Ms. Sentinel can be sure that if she agrees to perform maintenance on the body here, these guys will definitely rush towards the screwdriver immediately, and they will never give up until they have disassembled themselves and studied each module thoroughly.
Of course, this kind of thing is just a thought. With Mosina's current important position in the Transian system, Murphy cannot allow foreign bosses to study his "Sentinel Assistant" in a physical sense.
Mainly because of Blue Star's current technological level, even if they really dismantle Mosina, it would be difficult for them to develop anything useful.
The leap-forward development of knowledge and technology also requires a solid theoretical foundation. Before the experts and bosses accumulate technology, the value of using Ms. Mosina as a "question machine" is obviously much higher than dismantling her.
“It’s a worthwhile trip, what a big surprise!”
The tea-drinking boss held a notebook with more than ten pages of notes and sighed while walking down the boarding gate of the airship accompanied by his apprentice Meng Haha. He chose a halfling race template and waved it excitedly.
With the notebook in his hand, he said to Mengha:
"With the answers I got in the past few hours today, I will design a few experiments to prove the feasibility when I get back, and I will be able to publish at least ten core papers in top journals. But old man, I don't need these false names anymore.
What a great thing, but it’s a pity that it cannot be made public at this stage.”
"I just wanted to persuade you."
Mengha whispered beside him:
"You'd better do the demonstration test here. I have tested it through various methods. The physical constants and rules of the two worlds are the same. If you have to do the experiment at home, I will at least wait for you.
After the laboratory is inspected by Brother Zhongzhong and others, they will bring this knowledge back.
The risk of data leakage is too terrible, and Sister Cement’s incident cannot happen a second time.”
"You still need a little girl to remind you? I'm already several decades old."
Uncle Drinking Tea snorted, but considering that his apprentice had already been eating from the government a long time ago, he did not retort too much, but turned to look at the Maginot Line of Defense in front of him at dawn.
Because the airship's boarding gate is on a high tower, the old man who drank tea could have a panoramic view of the entire defense line.
He could see the vampire warriors returning to the defense line from the sunshine to change defenses, and there was a strange feeling of awkwardness between the energetic local soldiers who walked out of the main body of the position to perform patrol duties, and the tall soldiers wearing armor and carrying bolt-action rifles on their backs.
Especially after the tea-drinking uncle recognized the appearance of Mosingana, he suddenly became a little nervous.
"So, our family came over and found a way to arm the locals, and helped win a war against monsters, right?"
The tea-drinking man asked:
"I heard the general story from the young man on the airship. It was said that the beating was very severe?"
"Well, the number of people killed in battle and missing exceeds 50,000, and there are an equal number of disabled people. This is just the number of casualties for the Transian family. You have to know that at the beginning of the war, there were only three people in Transia.
Fifteen thousand people."
Although Mengha, who has personally experienced the black disaster, has not been on the front lines a few times, she has participated in several major operations of players. Those tragic war scenes are vivid in her mind. When asked by her instructor, she sighed and said:
"I once imagined what it would be like if a war broke out at home. I thought that now that we are so powerful, even if a war breaks out, there would not be too many casualties, but it turns out that it is still just a stupid fantasy.
Home.
After truly experiencing the baptism of war, I deeply realized the helplessness of individuals in that kind of chaos.
War is a disaster for everyone, no matter which world it occurs in."
"so what?"
The old uncle who drank tea looked up at his apprentice who had grown a lot with a pleased look, and asked:
"Are you a pacifist now?"
"No."
Mengha grinned and said:
"I just feel that I don't want war to come, but if it has to come, then I will do my best to help my country end the war as quickly as possible, just like Mr. Murphy uses the weapons left by the Creator to attack
Like killing evil gods.
If I need to press that button to end the war, I won't hesitate anymore.
The enemy is the enemy!
The enemies back home are another form of gnolls, even worse ones. If the warriors of Transia didn't have any psychological shadow over the slaughter of gnolls, then the same goes for me now.
As for the things we are doing now, they can have such an effect.”
"Well, I thought you were just growing up, but I didn't expect you to become so extreme."
The old tea-drinking uncle curled his lips and asked Mengha to cover his mouth and smile. She asked:
"Does the instructor think my behavior of neutering the opponent is too extreme?"
"No, that's okay. I mean, you plan to press the button with your own hands. We are still here, so when will it be your turn to do it?"
The boss snorted and walked forward with his hands behind his back to the prepared teleportation point.
The eldest lady was informed by Murphy of the identities of these foreigners, so today's teleportation was carried out by her personally. There were wanderers on the other side of the star realm to prevent the star from getting lost.
By the way, Mannis, the talkative snake, hasn't appeared for a long time. I heard that it went to block his ex-girlfriend. I don't know how things went?
"Teleportation?"
Lord Ma looked at the portal with a flashing light in front of him with a hesitant look.
He was a little hesitant to go in, after all, this kind of thing sounded very magical.
The old uncle who drank tea didn't have so many thoughts. He glanced at the old horse and stepped in. He seemed to have stepped into another world. In the fleeting astral scenery, he saw a broken world.
, which surprised the old tea-drinking uncle.
But before he could think too much, the world in front of him suddenly changed, and in a slight dizziness, he appeared in the Transian Embassy in Port Chardeau.
They were greeted by little Sharon.
She succinctly explained her identity to her friends from another world. After hearing that the doll-sized little vampire in front of her was actually a powerful earl, some of the big guys who were better at acting pretended to be medieval.
Etiquette, this is a surprise study of the historical background before entering the game.
"Everyone, come with me."
Like the tour guide, Xiao Sharon warned the foreign friends who appeared in front of her:
"Professor Malcolm has prepared special uniforms for everyone, claiming to be followers of the Creator in another world. This time he followed Mr. Murphy to the Songhay people's sun ship to admire the miracles of the Creator. The Gnolls, the guardians of creation,
Bian also sent several creation priests to accompany him to increase credibility.
If you encounter interrogation on the solar boat, you will use this excuse.
For the sake of Lord Murphy, the Songhai people will not make things difficult for you.
But please be careful!
The sun boat is a sacred object of faith for the Songhai people, so it is best for everyone not to make destructive actions on the boat. I know that you are all scientists from another world, and you should be able to understand the believers' views on sacred objects."
"understood."
Lord Ma nodded and summarized:
"You can only look at it but not touch it."
"Haha, it's not that we can't touch it. We can even take pictures, but just don't try to bring some 'souvenirs' down."
Little Sharon is suspended in the air.
Her mechanical squirrel stood on her shoulder and looked at the people in front of her vividly. This little thing was quite unique, especially the scene of its own activities that several mechanical experts couldn't help but look at.
The staff of the embassy quickly delivered uniforms. This is a robe designed for foreigners by Lady Water in imitation of the attire of the Jackal, the Guardian of Creation. You can simply wear it and put it on your body. It also comes with a hood that can be worn if necessary.
Wave Mysterious Man.
Its dark background and some embellishments such as gears, armillary spheres and constellations make it look solemn and mysterious.
"The Sun Ship will set off back to the Songhai Empire in four hours, so everyone hurry up. In addition, Miss Cement has also made an appointment for you to visit the steam engineering field of Port Chardeau. Lord Murphy's Warmaster Arms and that
A damaged set of Vanguard-class power armor is currently stored in the embassy.
Interested friends can organize a group inspection after the visit. It is our own property, so the restrictions have been relaxed a lot."
Sharon said happily:
"Mr. Murphy even jokingly offered a reward. If anyone among you can dismantle the damaged Pioneer-class power armor within eight hours, he will personally gift a set of Swift Eagle to his friends from other worlds.
Exoskeleton."
"Okay! It would be easier to talk about it if you have something real."
The man who took the jujube pill suddenly became excited, and he eagerly said:
"I'm going to take action soon. I heard that the set of power armor is damaged and is a trophy for the player community. There is a task chain for repairing that thing. There's nothing to say!
I’ll take care of this job!”
"You have a good idea. How many people are waiting for that prototype machine? How can I give you a chance to dominate it? It is better to draw conclusions and structural design first. Under the premise that the energy problem cannot be solved, it is not easy to build it.
Possibly, but this mature design idea can be used for reference.”
A female boss dissuaded:
"I suggest that we don't set the goal too high, and first understand the research on combat exoskeletons."
"Yes! Let's go up first and open our eyes."
Prince Ma, who put on a black hood, waved his hand and said loudly:
"Correct your mentality, study hard, make bold assumptions, and seek verification carefully. Brothers and sisters, we are different from the little players. We old men and women came with a mission. Foreign friends have created precious opportunities for us.
Now hurry up."
——
Murphy has actually been hiding among these big guys.
It's just that the vampire lord's thorn concealment technique simulated by borrowing blood aura was too overbearing, and even Sentinel Mosna couldn't detect him.
After the foreign friends were ready, he appeared in a formal image wearing a formal dress, with a standard and elegant NPC-like fake smile, and a group of big bosses secretly complained about the weird praises of this vampire who was too handsome to be human.
, took the "believers of the Creator in another world" onto the sun boat.
As for the nickname that Murphy claimed with this group of people, no Songhai people would believe it if they had some sense. Although they fanatically believe in the Creator, the Songhai people can also guess that the glory of the Creator is probably limited to this world so far.
middle.
But whether it was Captain Bhopal, His Highness Khufu or the Burning Sun Priest Bodinos, none of the three showed resistance or rejection.
Because Murphy's identity during this visit was not the Governor of Transia, but the Chosen One of Creation.
Under the premise that all the creation artifacts in the entire continent were shut down at the same time, he chose this moment to visit the crown prince of the Songhai people because he obviously wanted to talk about something important.
In the face of this kind of thing, even a group of mysterious snoopers is not a big problem.
In fact, if these snoops can figure out the mystery of the sun ship that the Songhai people have not thoroughly studied for more than a thousand years after just one look, then His Highness Khufu is willing to pay all costs to invite these people to the Songhai Empire.
Perhaps no one on this continent understands the obscurity and greatness of the Creator’s knowledge better than the Songhai people, and they hope more than anyone else to have a group of powerful fellow travelers on this path of learning.
"Sir Murphy, no, Your Excellency God's Chosen, let's not chat with you and get straight to the point."
In the reception room decorated in Songhai style on the Origin Pioneer, Crown Prince Khufu said seriously to Murphy, who was sitting opposite him:
"About this Divine Revelation of the Creator"
"Do you call it 'divine enlightenment'?"
Murphy interrupted Khufu's question, nodded and said:
"Well, it is indeed an appropriate description in all aspects. That is why I am here. What I want to clarify to you is that this 'divine revelation' was not sent down by the Creator himself. In fact, it was promoted and promoted by me.
Implement decisions.
It was me who formatted the drivers of most of the Creator's relics on the continent, causing the Songhai people to lose the right to use those ancient artifacts, and causing you to lose your 'god's favor' overnight.
But the Creator didn’t stop me from doing it.”
His blood-colored eyes stared closely at Khufu's, and he asked:
"So I'm curious, after you learn all this, will you hate me? Your Highness."
"I"
The crown prince clenched his fists under the cover of his robe.
He was going to prevaricate, but then he thought about the rumor that Mr. Murphy had the ability to listen to the soul. It was pointless to lie in front of such a person. So after taking a few breaths, he said seriously:
"It is impossible not to have emotional fluctuations, Your Excellency, because your actions without warning have caused my country to be in chaos. My father will definitely consume a lot of national power to deal with such a chaos. But hate!
There is no hatred!
Because my father gave me an order early this morning through the elemental interaction of the Sun Church.
Father declares that the Creator's trial has come, and the current crisis is also an opportunity.
If the Songhai people can regain the right to use the Creator's heritage on their own, then no one on this continent can question our devout belief in the Creator, including you!"
"Okay! This is exactly the answer I want to hear. It seems that His Excellency the Pharaoh is a wise man who is truly decisive and far-sighted."
Murphy nodded and said:
"Then I am here to make the most solemn promise to you, His Highness Khufu. As the Chosen One of the Creator God, I promise to you and your country that as long as you rely on yourself to reactivate all the ownership rights of the Creator Artifacts, they will be transferred to San
In the hands of sea people.
In other words, as long as you can make those stopped things move, then you are the Creator’s favorite children!
Even the holy city of creation
If you can rely on your painstaking research and accumulation over thousands of years to control the remains of the creation engine, then I will generously hand over its ownership to you.
This is my oath!"
As Khufu watched, Murphy even took out a rolled scroll from his arms in a ceremonial manner and handed it to Khufu.
He said:
"I have signed it. Considering that I am currently the only representative of the Creator in this world, you can regard it as a 'God's Contract' and take it back to the Pharaoh's birthday party.
