Chapter 1,366 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 expands its troops at a rate of one to two large legions every year, but 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 "problem of origin", but our lack of a truly systematic and stable 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. . Whether it is the Xiling Empire or the Star Realm 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 apostle has simplified the system to the limit. As long as there is a Xiling host and enough time, a complete set of military systems including industrial mother machines can be manufactured. , this is an extremely developed von Neumann robot system (of course, it is more complex, and its replication and self-evolution process is far from comparable to the single-threaded von Neumann proliferation model). However, even if That's right, the New Empire doesn't even have a set of "abyss-type industrial production lines" that can serve as the basis of industry. 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 Imperial Army 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 port. None, the only thing we can do is to supply and maintain the existing abyssalized units. At present, there are only two ways to expand the Abyss Independent Regiment. The main way is to capture on the battlefield - thanks to the unlucky Majesty Harlan for his many previous supports; the secondary way is to use the industrial mother machine and Xiling main machine without . Let Visca use her messy transformation technology and whimsical weapon designs to create some...well, some small-scale units that are hard to describe but can be drawn out to fight. However, she can only create units that have no sanity and cannot be copied. , Tavel cannot use existing technology to create an abyss source of the same level and control as Viska, and naturally cannot replicate the abyss fleet created by the latter.

The small and chaotic troops created by Viska accounted 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 had already produced a plan including the draft of the Abyssal Independent Regiment and the first-phase project plan. There are even various production lines and their precise production cycles. "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 abyss units using conventional industrial means - The Abyss Independent Regiment has a lot of soldiers, but almost every battleship is destroyed and one less. With the attrition caused by several special operations against the Abyss Empire, we are now in a situation where there are more people 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 created will either collapse quickly or fail to reach the target. The combat effectiveness of the genuine product is not as good as that of an ordinary model of spaceship."

"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. However, this kind of equipment cannot be used by conventional means. It absolutely cannot be manufactured. This is not a problem of material structure. Abyssal pollution will change the operating rules of a Xiling device from a conceptual level," Harlan said, taking out something from the portable space. I saw that it was a weird-shaped fist-like weapon, which should be a melee weapon carried with me. With an undetectable buzzing sound, the front end of the fist suddenly extended, and the restrained energy blade covered with black and red lines appeared. The air trembled slightly with a hint of danger: abyssal, but under control. "You can see with your own eyes that this is mutated psionic energy. No matter how you attenuate it from the void using conventional means. And then you mix it with the abyss, you cannot create this kind of mutated psionic energy. It is not a simple mixture. It 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 just by being there, it was causing damage to the surrounding space: the spatial stability of a small area around the weapon was declining, and the normal elements in the air were changing. It turned into various strange substances, and something like black smoke emitted from the front of the energy blade. The condensed residue slowly fell to the table, making a crackling 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 within 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 valuable characteristic that Tavel has been sparing no effort to study how to safely create more abyssal weapons. Of course, there has been little 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 There is a certain 'identification code' left in our bodies. Without this identification code, the equipment manufactured 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 where the alienated psionic energy began 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 have been with me for three and a half years. And then they were gone..."

Harlan: "..."

"Well, your plan is quite 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 Punching: According to the habits of Xiling Apostle. I'm sure he still has at least thousands of the same ones in his pocket. "After rebuilding the industrial production line, the Abyss Independent Group will be truly complete. It seems that we will prepare a few more 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 let Abyss live in half a year at the earliest." The First Fleet appears before you."

After sending Harlan away, I leaned back on the chair and let out a sigh of relief. This meant that there was 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 military-industrial system, Harlan did all these things himself. Shandora and I can at most just go there occasionally to join in the fun and see the progress. This part of the matter is on the right 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 have no desire to fight back against the complaints coming from my soul. The female gangster's bad mouth has not been used for a day or two. "How are you feeling today?"

"I don't feel anything. I just pretended to be locked up again, and I woke up early - I just saw that you were busy with business. 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! You have to suffocate me to death!"

I said righteously: "This is the responsibility of the emperor."

"Responsibility Mao, look at the title, look at the conclusion, stamp it and write it as approved - no wonder Shandora wants to take over 80% of the government affairs by herself. You don't have to use your brain to just write that you have read it..."

I suddenly softened. I never expected that Shandora would even tell the female gangster this: They two usually fight each other, but this relationship is real. After all, this is Ji Ji's love that spans tens of millions of years. Companion!

"Actually, I also read the main 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. When the time comes, I will be labeled as a fatuous man who indulges in women 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 this 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 be to the liking of the female gangster. I didn't care about her, I just carried a radio that couldn't be turned off, and walked to the edge of the military zone without knowing it. There was a very tall barrier generator spire not far ahead. I glanced up and saw a familiar figure: Ancesus, the ancestor, and several unknown people were standing, accompanied by several royal guards. On the platform in the middle of the minaret, he seemed to be looking at the scenery of 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 female gangster who is a bit depressed. As long as it does not violate human ethics, I have to follow her wishes. So a short distance teleportation came to 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 range makes it difficult for anyone 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. Behind Ansers stood several people I didn't recognize, 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. Ansers 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 worry about it anymore, “These are…”

"Old guys who just woke up," Anseth seemed to be in a better mood today than in previous days, although he was still gloomy. But at least with a smile, "we're 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 I will be in big trouble today if I dare to call her "ancestor". So I could 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 transportation network, the floating fortress of the Military Command and Gaia parent star in the sky. The sights he has seen seem to be more alive today than before. "They are all confused now. It took me a long time to explain the current situation clearly, and then we came here to take a look." What does the capital of the empire look like today? Eye-opening, eye-opening..."

"It's a pity that I can only watch the excitement," the woman from before said somewhat depressedly. 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 (perhaps 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 I suddenly had an idea: "What, I'm free for the time being anyway, why don't I bring it with me?" Would you like to 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 brightened up 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 will go and 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 they are treated politely, even if all material needs are met, they are not allowed to leave the military zone, and everything they do must be protected by royal guards. 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 take these things. 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 would have to go 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 will help them 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.

Let’s go to the place where the Familia and Macroworld residents are most concentrated. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)