The location of the metallic planet is exactly 0.1 light-years outside the edge of the Galactic Center Dome.
It does not exist in isolation, but is part of an extremely large system of unnatural creation.
Think of it as part of a giant machine.
This machine was named the Galactic Center Iron Wall Chain Array by anthropologists. It covers the outside of the Galactic Center Dome and is composed of countless artificial planets.
Countless stars in the galactic center inside the dome release a large amount of light to the outside at all times, and the space here has inexhaustible light energy.
After dispatching three major fleets at once, they still failed to break through the human defense line, and the war situation once again entered a stalemate and anxious state. The Compound Eyes consumed a huge population and resources, and spent twenty years to build a city outside the Galactic Center Dome.
This chain formation.
The chain array consists of up to 10 billion planets, forming an olive-shaped structure about 2.2 light-years high in the center of the Milky Way, surrounding the galactic center.
The composition, functions, and species of different planets are more or less different. There are metal fortresses, blue planets like the Earth, pure rock geothermal stars that do not have an atmosphere but are particularly suitable for the growth of silicon-based life, and even
There are energy life settlements that have no physical form at all and are composed only of powerful space-bound magnetic fields.
Obviously, the Compound Eyes have smashed out all the technologies and slave species accumulated through countless years of exploring the galaxy.
The planets are tightly linked to each other with directionally enhanced space-type gravitational beams, forming a chain network structure.
The chain array has three major functions.
First, it monitors the surrounding space through interlocking detection fields to prevent human special operations units and detectors from approaching the Galactic Center Dome.
Second, this is the core of the productivity of the Compound Eyes. Its products include ships, armaments, slave population, science and technology, and all materialized and non-materialized resources.
Third, it can be called an iron-walled military defense fortress front.
For more than twenty years, the Iron Wall Chain Formation has not only served as the last solid line of defense in front of the Galactic Center Dome Formation, but also has continuously transported troops to the outside world, causing great obstacles to mankind's next move.
It is constantly threatening the hinterland of mankind, making mankind hate it deeply, but there is nothing they can do about it.
Since 2982, humans have completely established a foothold in the Genting Star Territory, and have pinned the three newly dispatched fleets of the Compound Eyes to the front of the Genting War Zone. Such human special battle fleets have counter-infiltrated into the center of the galaxy to conduct small-scale raids.
Things happen every day.
Three days ago, a small-scale battle broke out near this metal planet, and the remote commander who carried out the battle was none other than Tang Tianxin.
Nearly a hundred human high-speed warships suddenly jumped here and launched a surprise attack on this unnatural metal planet bathed in the light of numerous star clusters with extremely high lumens.
Sensing the approach of the enemy ship, nearly ten million large or small compound-eyed military combat units lurking near the metal planet brazenly tore off their camouflage and attacked from all directions.
The battle only lasted for less than ten minutes, and the human fleet was declared completely destroyed. Only one manned command ship with extremely strong maneuverability and protective capabilities escaped unscathed, and all other types of unmanned intelligent warships were destroyed.
This battle did not cause much disturbance, and the Compound Eyes had completely adapted to this senseless small-scale sneak attack on humans to the point of numbness.
Three days have passed by now, the smoke has cleared, and the shattered and melted metal fragments have long solidified.
There are still a small number of blasted high-energy batteries that are continuing to rise and spray out particle flames, dotted in the empty starry sky like short-lived stars.
In the space, one after another, large or small, with different shapes of debris floating randomly.
Most of the wreckage came from destroyed human ships, and only a small amount came from the Compound Eye fleet.
Countless beetles the size of fingernails and shaped like seven-star ladybugs are wandering around this debris-strewn war zone.
The beetle's flight method is very primitive. It flaps its wings wildly at an extremely high frequency. It relies on constantly changing the angle of its small wings to form a front-to-back thrust difference. It achieves energy-saving and low-speed movement through the collision of its wings with extremely low-density space particles in space.
The beetles swarm around, sometimes landing on large or small battle-damaged debris, biting their jaws, spitting acid from their mouths, and bit by bit dismantling the entire recyclable debris into micron-sized pieces.
The tiny particles are then carried to the Zhang Xu long unmanned mothership patrolling not far away, where they are continuously collected, integrated and transported by the small mothership.
Of course, some beetles were also particularly unlucky. They clearly detected recyclable energy somewhere and flew over in groups. However, the targeted high-energy battery happened to explode. A large group of beetles were roasted until they melted on the spot.
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But the strange thing is that these beetles melted into liquid metal balls will be in a state of suspended animation for a short time, floating quietly. When they are completely cooled, as little as two hours or as much as three or four hours have passed, and the beetles that should have been completely dead are actually
It can slowly regain its mobility, continue to search for resources on the battlefield, and then transport them to the patrol mothership.
These beetles are the primary resource recovery machines of the purely mechanical life race that lives on the metal planet.
The total recovery time for space debris is nearly a week.
The originally chaotic space environment has regained its clarity.
A giant transport ship about two hundred kilometers long slowly turned around, stretched out two huge wings thousands of kilometers wide, flapped gently, and floated towards the satellite orbiting the metal planet not far away.
This satellite is nearly a thousand kilometers in diameter, and visually it looks smaller than a transport ship.
When the distance between the two continued to get closer, the giant transport ship quickly folded its wings, and a round hole like a whirlpool opened on one side of the satellite.
With a loud rumbling sound, smoke and dust scattered in all directions in the vacuum environment, the giant ship penetrated the surface of the satellite, half submerged inside, and the two completed the docking.
The tail of the giant ship slowly opened like petals, and mountains of metal particles poured out in all directions.
In the middle of the giant ship, a horizontal fan rotated.
A large number of metal particles are shaped like dust, floating in the sky.
The low G value causes some metal particles to float in the air, fly very far, and the parabola is extremely slow.
The power of the horizontal fan is controlled just right.
After about a few hours, most of the metal particles were evenly distributed to various areas on the satellite's surface.
Horizontal fan stops rotating.
At the same time, the beetles that were previously responsible for collecting resources in space flew out of the mothership, began to change forms, quickly combined, and turned into one after another bucket trucks with "vacuum cleaners" on their tails, which would average
The metal particles scattered on the surface of the satellite are collected again and transported to one tower after another.
In the high tower, these metal dust particles will be re-refined into whole blocks of specific metals according to demand to meet the daily production and life needs of the epizootics in the metal planet below.
"Captain, when do we start taking action?"
In an inconspicuous metal particle with a diameter of only 1 mm, there is an extremely weak quantum consciousness whispering.
"Don't worry, wait until Li Qingqing and Punkt complete the technical analysis of the beetle. Our first bionic target is this beetle."
This metal particle shaped like sand is the cockpit of the Flying Tigers who participated in the finals of the Imperial Military Competition and entered the third front.
Thirty nano-super micro robots controlled remotely by whole-brain links are huddled together.
The original technology of these ultra-micro robots originated from the Sun 3 galaxy, and it was the first time that it was used in an all-army competition.
Although its shape is extremely small, it can be called a cutting-edge creation of human technology, integrating remote control, high-energy simulation and other functions.
This is the first time that humans have packed an all-in-one chip with ultra-high computing power into a nanoscale device.
Although the ultra-micro robot is small in stature, its potential for comprehensive special warfare functions is not inferior to that of large combat robots. It just takes time to continuously collect external resources, conduct bionic lurking, and gradually expand its functions to unleash its true capabilities.
, which is the perfect choice for remote intervention on the third front.
A total of nearly 5 million ultra-micro robots controlled by 160,000 high-level final teams, most of which have been disguised as usable space junk and carried onto satellites by beetles.
The mission of the 2007 high-level team members is to use this brand-new equipment to successfully infiltrate and fully control this extremely important metal planet that serves as the hub of the galactic center chain array.
The previous raid was exactly Xiang Zhuang's sword dance aimed at Pei Gong, pretending to conduct an impossible sneak attack. The real purpose was to deliver cutting-edge agent equipment remotely controlled by millions of human elites to the metal planet.
The Flying Tigers were lucky and were not accidentally injured in previous raids.
However, there are also unlucky ones who have not even entered the Novice Village and are eliminated early.
But this is not purely determined by luck. Each team has a long preparation time before the lurking fleet sets off, and each team can choose its own lurking position on the smart battleship.
Some teams chose the inner wall of the battleship's brain center cabin, thinking it was the safest place. However, it turned out to be the enemy's main attack point. The enemy units that rushed in threw high-explosive impact bombs and were wiped out on the spot.
Some teams chose the medium engine nozzle, thinking that after the battle started, they could blend in with the particle flow emitted from the engine nozzle and be blown out directly. As a result, the battleship was hit by the enemy's huge cannon that suddenly appeared from behind.
A fierce attack is in vain.
Zheng Feng, however, took risks and adjusted the metal particles controlled by the Flying Tigers to the front of the muzzle of the smart battleship's telescopic gun.
The cannon was drawn neatly from top to bottom by the two cooperating units of the opposing team with a unified force cutting line, and the Flying Tigers attached to the edge of the muzzle became a piece of the battlefield together with the broken barrel.
Inconspicuous useless garbage.
There were also other unlucky people who chose the casing of a supernuclear baryonic kinetic energy cannon and successfully left the ship. As a result, it seemed that the epiphysics could not use this supernuclear baryonic material, and the beetles did not come to collect it at all. As of now, the members of those unlucky teams are in full swing.
With their eyes wide open, no one could do anything. The metal particles they belonged to were still floating alone in space, and they didn't know where they would eventually go, but there was definitely no chance of participating in the competition.
Time passed very slowly. Three full days later, when the Flying Tigers' metal particle cockpit was about to be sent into the smelting machine, Li Qingqing finally completed a comprehensive analysis of the mechanical beetle.
A very fine cilia stretched out from the surface of the ultra-micro robot controlled by Zheng Feng, grabbed the micro-power joystick in the inner corner of the cockpit, and gently pulled it.
This inconspicuous pellet was slightly ejected upwards for several meters before being sucked into the feed port of the smelter, then landed on the metal floor with a clatter, and then rolled swaying along the uneven ground into the distance.
go.
Punkert, who was carrying out the next step of analysis and design work, complained: "Li Qingqing, you are too slow."
Li Qingqing said angrily: "Can you blame me? Do you know how low the radiation flux of Mata's scanner is, and how fuzzy the modeling given to me is? I can calculate the adaptive metal in the beetle based on the ghost's drawings.
The physiological structure is already functioning beyond normal, okay?"
Morrison Scott, who is responsible for monitoring the competition reporting network at all times, interrupted: "Don't argue. I saw that some participating teams have completed the first phase of bionic dynamics."
"What kind of team is so perverted!" Li Qingqing screamed.
Mata Nicklaus reminded, "We are participating in the senior group competition now."
Only then did Li Qingqing react, "That's true. Alas... this is too much."
"What are you talking about? Bullying your peers is not a skill in the first place. We, the Flying Tigers, are here to make a name for ourselves. We need to be in the top 1,000 at least."
Morrison: "Well said Edgar!"
Punkert: "Shut up, I've calculated the first material requirement. Mata, can you turn on the linear scanner and scan the larger blue metal thirty meters in front of us?"
A few minutes later, Punk breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is the material we want. Captain..."
Zheng Feng: "Don't worry, first dig a 5 mm deep hole in the ground and hide it. Mata, after Edgar and Lev and I go out later, you can put out the ciliary fixation rope. Be sure to remember to take root."
Be more stable and don't get sucked away."
Mata: "Okay captain."
At the edge of a small hole that could only be seen with an optical microscope, three smaller "dusts" rolled out.
"Edgar, turn on your early warning scanner to maximum power."
"OK!"
"Lev, you go to the front and use your power first. I will use the light energy collector to replenish energy."
After all, it is a nanoscale ultra-micro robot with a limited amount of energy. Later, the three of them will use their small bodies to drag an alloy with a total mass of 2 grams, which will consume a lot of energy. They must use it sparingly to avoid going out.
You can't come back after that.
Time passed little by little, and after evading two rounds of regular beetle patrols that seemed to be intentional or unintentional, the three ultra-micro robots finally moved to the piece of metal designated by Punkt.
The three robots first spread out and formed a triangular position, surrounding the metal in the center. Each of them stretched out its ciliary structure, coiled around it, and bound the alloy together.
At this time, Morrison's voice came from the communicator again: "OMG! A team has transformed a bionic camouflage robot as big as a fist! It's crazy!"
Punkt: "With this size, it should be the smart mining instrument of the E clan! It's so fast!"
Morrison: "Thousands of teams have completed the first phase of bionics!"
The atmosphere in the communication channel gradually became a little solemn.
Even Zheng Feng had to sigh, the competition was too fierce and he was worthy of being in the high-level group.
But he pretended not to care and said: "It's okay. Everyone is only on the satellite now, and has not landed on the metal star of the epiphysis. It is only the first step of the long march. Laughing first is not laughing, and laughing at the end is laughing. Compared with
For those so-called advanced classes that haven't even finished landing, we have already taken the first step steadily, so don't underestimate yourself."
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In another secret chat room, Zhou Donglai said happily: "As expected of a sage, he is really good at boosting morale."
