Never doubt that what this great nation, us Chinese people, are best at doing is creating the miracles that you prayed to your grandfather and grandma for.
——The eighth member of the "Haizhi" team, "Ci"
On June 5, 2020 in the Blue Star Gregorian calendar, Dimon, who had been waiting for a long time, finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for.
On the screen of the laptop, the originally closed abandoned satellite lit up with a blue start-up light, and a mechanical device disguised as fortune was pressed against its side, announcing the restart of the Chinese nation's final means of defending the country.
"The physical calibration is completed, the link to "Weiguo" has been confirmed, and it is entering the linkage sleep mode."
"Channel No. 1 and No. 2 are now connected to the "Patriotic Artillery" automatic counterattack module. Channel No. 3 and No. 4 are connected to the monitoring module. There are still sixty seconds left in the main system's sleep time."
In the secret command room of the China Space Administration, the young genius hacker Wang Qiyuan is controlling the "maintenance machinery" on the "Patriot Cannon" using the compiled language commonly used by Blue Star.
In order to ensure that the "Patriotic Cannon" can be used normally in the future, they formulated a plan for linked dormancy. By installing a mechanical device that functions as a "controller" on the "Patriotic Cannon", it will be used as an intermediary to physically control the "Patriotic Cannon".
gun".
There is no Internet-connected device in the world that cannot be hacked. This sentence is a rule of thumb summarized by hackers themselves. Therefore, hackers do not design firewalls to strengthen the main body of the device, but use reverse attacks on intruders.
To carry out efficient anti-hacking.
The wealthier hackers will use the "cunning rabbit three holes" method to set up multiple "dens". Firstly, they can ensure that they will not be hit immediately and have no ability to fight back. Secondly, the other party can stay in the "dens" for a long time.
For every second, his chance of being discovered and counterattacking increases by one point.
No idiot hacker would waste time like this, unless he uses non-technical means, but in that case, he will leave traces. From the current situation, as long as he leaves traces, even traces of the transfer station, our side will
This side will directly kill him physically!
"Fifty seconds left..."
"Report! The automatic counterattack module has been triggered! Two communication satellites from the Eagle Country have been paralyzed due to the counterattack virus!"
"Report! The monitoring module has been triggered! The anti-intrusion missile has locked on the signal source and launched!"
"Report! Yunyan Company's two private satellites on the back exploded!"
"Snapped!"
After hearing the news, Yunluo slapped the table directly. Although he was mentally prepared, the news of this real traitor made him feel an unknown karma rising.
On the other hand, Yun Mo, the big boss of Yunyan Company, received a call from his secretary. After hearing the news, he ran out of the conference room as if he had taken stimulants and rushed straight to the technical department. He wanted to activate self-protection as soon as possible.
plan!
"Here we come...?! Fuck! It's a non-scientific code!"
Non-scientific code refers to the general term for intrusion in the form of code through non-scientific means.
Wang Qiyuan looked at the warning icons and codes on the screen and swore angrily. While operating the keyboard with one hand, he quickly took the earphones that were waiting for the opportunity.
"It's Indian! The etymology is Indian, damn! It's still a dead language family!"
A dead language is a language that is generally considered extinct due to various reasons.
"Can you find the source?!"
"The source is Xushan, I have sent the coordinates, damn! The transfer station is also in Xushan!"
Wang Qiyuan had dropped his headphones on the ground and was typing on the keyboard with both hands, sweating profusely.
Try to block the program code that is infecting "Maintenance Machinery".
However, before the scientific system has encoded "concepts", all efforts are powerless.
In the virtual mountain, Damon, who was holding the "Link" law stone tightly, hugged the bottom of the signal tower very inelegantly. This was originally the signal transmission tower built by Ye Lanxin for the civil war. It was destroyed by self-explosion a few months ago and was destroyed ten days ago. Damon rebuild begins.
"Damn! Bosses, please open the shielding zone of Xushan!"
"It has been opened a long time ago! It's just this single-line link! We have shut down all communication equipment, but this link is just like the fourth-dimensional channel link, and we can't even intervene!"
"With the President!"
"Paralysis self-destructs!"
In desperation, Tong Zehai issued permission as a last resort, allowing Wang Qiyuan to control the "repair machine" to perform self-destruction on the digital level. Due to carefully written logic, this system failure will not cause a physical explosion.
"Die here!"
Screaming fiercely, Wang Qiyuan activated the paralysis self-destruction program. As the screen went black, the machinery in the universe flashed a burst of light silently, and paralyzed on the outer wall of the "Patriotic Cannon" like a lost parasite.
In the Void Mountain, Damon screamed miserably. He slid down from the communication tower lightly, with only one hand still holding the communication tower tightly.
(There is no other way. If you want to achieve your goal, you can only keep holding on to the communication tower, but that is simply unrealistic.)
(Tell me the conditions, I know your tricks.)
(Merge our personalities and become my law beast, and I can control it for you.)
Damon's eyes are empty. In the high-level dimension, he is negotiating with the incarnation of the law of "Link".
(But is that really worth it to you?)
Using the "link" rule with the same voice, he asked Dimon without any hesitation. In his eyes, this so-called "Patriotic Cannon" is just a toy that is easy to play with. The language of science and technology with a history of less than a thousand years is not the same. These "laws" and "concepts" are like babies.
It is waiting for this man, who always takes his own goals as the starting point, to sacrifice himself for such a boring reason?
Judging from the experience of "thinking", humans may be able to do it, but this conceited man may not be able to.
(You have no intention of deceiving me. Can that orbital weapon achieve my purpose?)
(I can control it through that broken toy, no, to be precise, now that I have built the link, there is no reference object, and I cannot know its specific results.)
"Link" answered the ambiguous answer with honest words. Because he didn't know enough about the planet, he couldn't deduce the actual results of the "Patriot Cannon" being fired.
Damon continued to "hang" on the communication tower, and more and more people were watching and watching the excitement, but now he could not sense their movements.
(Maybe it’s better to promise him~)
A strange but familiar voice joined the discussion, and the gray mist descended on this dimension with a clear gesture. Damon and "Link" simultaneously let out a burst of instinctive fear.
The original "Chaos", the formless god, Nyarlathotep.
(Chaos... Chaos! Why, why did you survive?!, No! Why are you here?!)
The voice of "Link" kept trembling, and the law that was supposed to be emotionless issued a cry of extreme fear.
(Is this question important? You, a weakling who has only now acquired a personality, what do you think?
Who are you to ask me questions?!)
Naia's twisted body leaned forward, and the huge tentacles that replaced the head were teetering on the shadow of "Link".
Immediately afterwards, this terrifying tentacle giant looked at the invisible soul of Damon.
(The fusion of personalities does not mean the disappearance of your personality. As long as you work hard~ maybe you will represent the existence of the law of "link"~)
A perceptible smile seeped out from this twisted monster. Among the records of Blue Star’s God-Sensers, Nyarlathotep’s best and favorite thing was deception.
Is this sentence true or false?
No, that's not important anymore.
(You...do you know what this means? No, since you are so relieved, then explain...)
(No~ That flashlight can be regarded as one of the top weapons of the Blue Star humans. I am not sure that "that person" can take it~)
Naia retracted her figure, and a twisted woman's face was torn out from the roots of the huge tentacles, with a chilling blush.
(I came here for you. If you survive, won’t it be considered that the contract has been fulfilled?)
Damon's request to the god Naia is to win the civil war alive. Although the way she said it is very similar to that of an outside god, a being who can easily crush you will obey the same insignificance for such a weak you, with just one stab.
Just a broken agreement?
But Damon was silent. He knew that Naia's real purpose was not this, but just like a certain Zerg who was obsessed with Azathoth, a life that could be "linked" by this law would not be interested in this kind of thing.
Your own, unique "link" often has fanatical trust.
Although Azathoth was already wiped out by a brother and sister at the beginning of this universe.
(This guy can maintain the link with you as long as you put the Law Stone on your body. In other words, it is now completely linked to the flashlight. As long as you become his Law Beast, you can use it immediately.
~)
Naiya's body kept shaking, as if she was laughing in a flowery way.
(And~as long as you defeat this weak personality, you will become the master~)
The huge tentacles pierced Damon's soul, and confusing echoes echoed in his mind:
(You are still yourself~)
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Damon's soul continued to tremble as he was about to make a choice.
However, Naiya secretly contacted "Link" at this critical moment. In the dimensional space, "Link" suddenly heard a frightening sound.
("Links," you want, survive?)
("chaos"……)
(Stay in that flashlight and maintain the connection with it until this human being merges with you. That way, you will survive and get a body that fits perfectly.)
As soon as Naiya finished speaking, "Link", who was still in the blinded state, heard the voice of Damon's soul:
(Okay, wait for me...)
(I will not refuse requests to make the game more fun~)
(…)
Damon's soul silently dissipated in this dimensional space. Naia looked at the "Link" with a smile on her face like a human woman, staring at it as it dissipated as if fleeing for its life.
In the Void Mountain, Damon loosened his arm holding the launch tower, clutched the "Link" Law Stone with an expressionless face, and walked into his transport truck.
In space, the abandoned satellite named "Patriot Cannon" made a sound that could not be transmitted in a vacuum.