Chapter 1,557 The Resurrected Spaceship

In the vast golden light, a large-scale alloy body like a mountain was quietly suspended in the air. The cross-like shape, the spectacular antenna tower group, and the hard lines of the armor belt looked so familiar-it was exactly what I originally thought. The Imperial Admiral was thought to have been completely destroyed! It's actually here? Was he blown into Sandora's stomach like me? And it doesn’t seem to be broken! ?

At this time, Sandora's voice suddenly sounded in my mind, waking me up from my dazed state: "Ajun, what did you find? My mental field is not stable and I can't see clearly what's going on in my body."

"Um...you can't guess...the Imperial Admiral is stuck inside your body," I twitched the corner of my mouth slightly, "This spaceship should have self-destructed. I remember watching it explode with my own eyes before I lost consciousness. of."

"Empire Admiral?!" Sure enough, even Sandora exclaimed, "It has obviously self-destructed! I saw it with my own eyes! Hurry over and see what's going on with it..."

I know what to do without Sandora's instructions. At this moment, I have pulled Alaya to a few kilometers in front of the Imperial Admiral. From this distance, the armor belt of the latter looks like a vast silver-white plain. Generally vast. We quickly passed over the main armored belt and carefully looked at the flagship, which had been theoretically wiped out but was now almost intact, and found that some parts of it seemed a little strange: there were several areas on the outer shell of the spacecraft that looked like They are not solid, but have a translucent texture. They are hundreds of meters wide in small ones, and even several kilometers in radius. These weird areas roughly maintain the structure of the original spacecraft, but the texture looks like light condensed. The surface of the fluid is slightly undulating, and the internal machinery and pipelines can almost be seen through this layer of light.

These uncertain "light-forged bodies" were glowing with silvery white light, and their edges were particularly bright, and I soon discovered that the silvery light was squirming and shrinking towards the center at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever the light sweeps, the spaceship is restored as before... Is this spaceship being resurrected? !

I stared at the huge starship in front of me in stunned silence. The Imperial Admiral had obviously undergone some kind of mutation that we had never heard of. Tavel had definitely not designed any resurrection function for this spaceship - in other words, this was far beyond the concept of "resurrection". Well, the explosives stuffed in the belly of the Imperial Admiral at that time could almost blow up the entire star system into an "information black body". After it self-destructed, not to mention the remains, I am afraid that it would not even be able to piece together a relatively large piece of scum, except for the Glory Star. How could an ordinary warship repair itself in that situation?

But the spaceship in front of me is indeed reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it only takes a while. Another ray of light condensed at the end of its horizontal arm, and a set of antennas regenerated in an instant... The speed was simply terrifying.

I uploaded the scene in front of me directly to Shandora, who was amazed: "Incredible, incredible... This is not a product of the empire's existing technology. It must have come into contact with higher-level mutation inducements during the Big Bang, and it may be from the startup end. The power...may also have something to do with you and me, after all, it has been reborn in my body. Jun, please try to wake it up, I am not very convenient now."

"Let me try... there seems to be a signal in the spacecraft, but it's not the same as before." I said as I landed in the middle of the transverse arm of the Imperial Admiral with the silly cat Angel. There is a set of communication arrays here that can be directly connected to the shipboard host and allow the establishment of a physical connection. If my poor knowledge of starships remembers correctly, I should be able to forcefully call or wake up the ship through it.

The spaceship armor is still as solid as ever. It's unimaginable that this place was still filled with undulating light a few minutes ago. I walked on the armored belt for a long time and finally found a small platform protruding from the "ground". It was only ten meters square, with the top shrinking and showing a slight arc. On one side of the small platform is a protective panel that requires recognition of commands to open. Alaya went up and poked it curiously twice, and the shield automatically raised: This is a good situation, indicating that the mutation of the Imperial Admiral did not affect its authority recognition function.

Under the protective cover is a large complex but orderly crystallization pipeline. However, the psionic energy surging in the pipeline seems a bit strange, as if the blue is mixed with a little silvery light, which makes people can't help but think of the terrible starting end: it seems to be a white light. But at this time, this white light is no longer threatening. Instead, I feel it is a bit friendly.

Take out your own data terminal and install it directly in the hexagonal card slot specially vacated in the center of the crystallization pipeline. The next step is to wait. If the spacecraft's identification system is normal and the shipboard host is not offline, then the data terminal will Automatically download the host interactive interface.

A few seconds later, energy patterns that started smoothly appeared on the surface of the data terminal, and a small holographic image appeared in mid-air. Above was the familiar shipboard host boot screen, and then a line of information appeared in front of him: "The Imperial Admiral is on standby. The external command authority is determined, and the temporary database is being downloaded and updated... The update is completed, and the ship is started. A damaged cabin for unknown reasons is found, and the damaged cabin is unresponsive... Signs of automatic repair are detected, and the alarm is temporarily blocked. Very happy again Meet, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Are you okay?" I noticed that artificial atmosphere had appeared around me, so I asked directly.

"The ship's self-inspection is in good condition. The self-repair system has undergone an unknown mutation. We are temporarily collecting data and waiting to report it to the research center after returning. There is currently no more information to report."

Only the self-healing system mutated? Looking at the starship in front of me that can be resurrected after being bombed to pieces, I am sure that this is not something that can be explained by the words "self-repair", but the shipboard host itself probably does not understand what is going on.

The shipboard host had woken up, and there seemed to be no problem with the recognition function and logic group. I asked the spacecraft to open the entrance closest to me, and then entered the Imperial Admiral with Alaya.

Everything looked as usual inside the spaceship. Whether it was the wide and grand corridors and the escort fleet Gnaku, or as small as a gate or a nameplate, they were all exactly the same as in my memory. The big explosion that destroyed everything before seemed to have left no trace at all. shadow. If I have to say there is something interesting about the spaceship...

That is, everything is brand new, not a speck of dust can be seen in every corner, and the whole ship is as clean as if it had just stepped off the production line... No, it is cleaner than just stepping off the production line!

I led Alaya through the outer area and flew quickly over the long and narrow town belt that crossed the arm. Then I went to look at several large ganakus in the intersection: these ganakus were previously filled with explosions. Things, but now they are all empty.

It seems that the ship has only repaired its "reasonable" parts. And those explosives used for self-destruction were indeed consumed at the beginning of the heroic attack.

At the same time, we also found that the battleship airports along the way were all empty. There were clearly a few frigates parked in the internal ports before they had time to move, but now only the new and spotless locking devices are left there. The frigates have not been moved. Repair together...Does that mean it's only limited to repairing itself, not including the cargo?

As I moved forward, I silently analyzed the repair phenomenon of the Imperial Admiral, and finally summarized a few rules. However, these rules seem to be of little use for the time being - until we understand the principle of the ship's resurrection, it may be difficult for us to restore the ship. This miracle is repeated on other ships. I can’t let Abyss Xiling build a few more startup terminals, and then I personally pull a wave of imperial fleets in and blow them up a few more times? Even if the resource problem can be solved, we still have a psychological hurdle...

Finally, the silly cat angel and I finally arrived at the command hall of the Imperial Admiral. This was also the place where he and Sandora had last stood. The empty rotunda was quiet, with bright lights but no one around. Only by listening attentively could one notice the low hum of equipment operating around it. Most of the equipment in the control area below is in a shutdown state, and each control terminal seems to be sleeping. However, the large holographic projection in the center and most of the terminals on the officer platform are still on. What is displayed on the holographic projection is the image from the external monitor, of course there is only a golden light.

"By the way, I suddenly thought of a very strange metaphor," Sandora's voice rang in her mind, "Arjun is like a miniature medical robot. He is checking my body, and the Imperial Admiral is like a stone... Well, the brain stone!"

I was reasoning about the problem seriously, and Sandora's imaginative words almost made me fall off the officer's platform. I grabbed the seat next to me and stood up, and my voice was particularly dumbfounded: "Your brain is really not much smaller than Qianqian's! You also have brain stones... Do you have a brain now? It doesn't matter if you have stones all over your body!"

"It's boring," the golden sea of ​​light surged a few times. "Hurry up and see if the Imperial Admiral can still fly. It's really uncomfortable to have this thing stuck in your stomach and head. Get it out quickly... By the way, let me see what it looks like now."

I suddenly had black lines all over my head and face: Why does this statement sound like a conversation in an obstetrics and gynecology department? The only difference is that a normal obstetrics and gynecology department will definitely not treat you with something stuck in your head...

In other words, there are hundreds of kilometers of iron lump stuck in my head. Sandora will not be stuck in her mind! ?

When I thought about it, I suddenly felt that it was very possible, and it could also explain the problem of Sandora's dreams leaking and eroding reality. This was obviously because her imagination was too big, which caused her dreams to fall out. Do you think if I tell these things now, will Sandora become angry and digest them?

While running through these weird ideas in my mind that also require huge brainpower to operate, I activated the manual navigation system on the officer platform. Although it seems a bit incredible that such a huge starship can be driven away by one person, the ship-based host computer In fact, 99.99% of the operations can be completed. In the end, it only requires the person in charge of the ship to issue a startup command.

After setting the navigation goal, the huge sleeping machinery inside the Imperial Admiral also slowly woke up as the spacecraft was completely resurrected. A low roar came from deep below the feet, and the holographic image in front of him was rapidly refreshed. Various system readings - the resurrected starship beast roars again!

A flash of light suddenly erupted from the equator of the Imperial Power of Uracis, and the intact Cross Starship rushed out of the flash. Then the starship adjusted its position and hovered tens of thousands of meters away from Sandora. I was mentally connected. He was chatting with the latter: "Come and take a look while it's still hot. This is your new born baby..."

"Be careful, I'm fooling you with your gravity," Sandora's voice sounded in my head in embarrassment, and then she curiously observed the reborn flagship of the Interstellar Alliance, "It looks the same as before...it's really Resurrected?"

"I'm reviewing the logs left behind by the last self-destruction of the spacecraft. Here, you can see for yourself," I said while uploading the spacecraft logs to Sandora. "One of the security towers that was blown away even took a photo of it. The scene of the moment the spaceship disintegrated. Wow, it’s unbelievable. By the way, could this be related to your dream Genesis?"

That's the only close possibility I can think of. Sandora can create the world in dreams, and the world she creates is not an illusion, but a real universe, which means that she has the ability to create things far beyond imagination. Now she has difficulty controlling her own power. There was even a situation where the dream was leaked unconsciously. Could it be that part of her power was mixed with the wreckage of the Imperial Admiral, causing the ship to have the ability to regenerate out of thin air?

Shandora also seriously considered this possibility, but in the end she denied it: "It's impossible. The world I created in my dream also has limitations. The nether energy equipment is an extraordinary product and is on the same level as the world. It must be done in person. Guidance can shape them in dreams, and the manufacturing efficiency will not be higher than that of ordinary arsenals. In addition, only ordinary products are naturally born in the dream world. In other words, even if I am out of control, my 'subconscious' cannot create them. Get out of the Imperial Admiral. What's more, even if I can reshape its body, I can't reshape its soul. Even though it's just a spaceship, its shipboard host has its own memory and shallow personality. In a broad sense It also has a soul, so unless it’s a true self-resurrection, I can’t reshape it.”

Shandora's answer made me a little regretful, but it's true when I think about it. No matter how powerful the Soul Reaver is, there must be limits. Sandora Yi Meng's ability in Genesis is definitely not up to the level of Father God. Otherwise, she would be able to solve the problem of domestic industrial output as long as she dreams of a prosperous empire every day. In the past few years, we have been working hard to make a living.

I estimate that Sandora's dream power is more limited than this. Perhaps due to some taboos, she can't just use her dreams to infect other real worlds. Think about the pastry shop in her dream... It would be great if there were no restrictions. If she could take out the pastry shop in her dream. Feed yourself. Then I will save at least several tons of grain every month. The self-organized food chain is much more sustainable than the stocking plan.

"Actually, I think the mutation of the Imperial Admiral has something to do with you," Sandora suddenly remembered something, "This phenomenon of twisting the rules out of thin air has something to do with void creatures no matter how you think about it."

I pointed to my head: "Me? I didn't do anything. I was so dizzy at the time."

"Hey, you don't want to think about any of the things that happen around you that you took the initiative to do. With the passive abilities of you void creatures, you live like a halo transmitter all day long," Sandora muttered, and then Remind me, "Do you still remember what you said before we rushed up and blew ourselves up? You said that if you had the chance, you would rebuild the Imperial Admiral."

I then slapped my head: "Of course I remember! When I woke up before, I found that there was no body left on the spaceship. I was still depressed... Is it just because of this thought?"

"Who knows," Sandora said nonchalantly, "Anyway, let's put this matter aside for now. It's always a good thing that the Imperial Admiral can be resurrected. Just check the status of the spacecraft and make sure it has nothing wrong with it before getting ready to set off - —I sensed that there is an advanced civilization more than a hundred light-years away. I might be able to get some information by contacting it. This universe feels weird... There is always a problem when you extend your spiritual power beyond the world barrier. There is a sense of incongruity, and it is best to determine what the hell this place is as soon as possible."

I said oh, lowered my head and started to check the self-inspection report of the spacecraft. In fact, I only needed to look at the self-inspection conclusions. Finally, I confirmed that the ship was in an unprecedented state of full health and full magic. I entered the coordinates of the planet sensed by Sandora into the navigation. The system is ready to go.

"Automatic navigation has been activated, and the jump engine is undergoing initial startup reset. The spacecraft will begin to jump in one minute." The shipboard host made a steady broadcast sound.

At the same time, a small golden ball of light suddenly appeared next to me. This ball of light was about the size of a football. Its surface was golden, and its interior seemed virtual and solid. The light was bright but not dazzling. Sandora came from the ball of light. Voice: "That way I can follow you."

I looked at the ball of light in front of me curiously and tried to touch it, only to find that I could actually touch it: it was like a soft and warm hot water ball. Although there was only light inside, it felt strange. There is "hardness"!

It is said that Sandora has really formed an indissoluble bond with the ball after she transformed into the glory form. Now it seems that Her Majesty the Queen can be seen rolling around whether in space or in the spaceship...

"Why don't you use mass projection? You can always control a mass projection in your current form?"

Although I feel that Sandora in the form of a small ball of light has a strange cuteness, I still miss Sandora's normal form a little. After all, I can't go shopping holding hands with a ball.

"I have to seize every opportunity to repair myself. Quality projection requires extra bandwidth and computing power. This kind of trumpet's spiritual spark is a unit of the Imperial Power of Eurasia, and there is no additional loss." Sandora turned into a ball of light Jumping up and down on my shoulder, "Well, this height is just right. I kind of understand why the little lamp has to sit on your shoulder every day."

I:"……"

Just when I still had something to say, the jump engine of the spacecraft was reset. There was a flash of light in front of my eyes, and I was already in space more than a hundred light years away.

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