Chapter 1334 Frontline Research Ship

As the raging flames raged among the mountains and forests, the dirty and deformed flesh and blood returned to dust in the flames, and the pollution that spread with those deformed creatures was finally contained in this ancient land.

In the past few days, the ground and high-altitude firepower has eliminated the aberrations that wandered blindly after losing command with extremely high efficiency. When these monsters were eliminated in large numbers, the wasteland process in the western area of ​​​​Red Jade City began to subside , on the third day after the Dawn of the World entered the battlefield, the flames in the Red Jade Forest gradually extinguished—and the cleaning and recovery work on the battlefield began.

In the eastern part of the Ruby Forest, above the Wolf's Ridge Mountain, a huge "Gorgon" air fortress hovered in the cold wind. Standing on the chassis is a complex building with pointed towers and astronomical platforms, which looks completely different from conventional military facilities. At this moment, the main modules of this building are in full power operation—the two wings of the main building. The extension structure opened the energy release grid, and the light particles emitting light blue light drifted with the wind in the sky at dawn, and the mysterious light flow flowed along the magic guiding structure between the building and the wings, and hit Many induction devices on the top of the building are lit.

Against the background of the dim sky at dawn, this outpost research ship flying in the sky is actually a bit more amazing because of the mysterious streamers. It floats in the sky like an artificial god with spread wings. Above the devastated Wolf's Ridge Mountain, streamers of light sprinkled from its two wings to the earth, and then floated to the sky, and these beautiful lights were obviously not decorations.

This "research ship" is collecting vital data and monitoring the changes in the magic environment of the entire land after the aberrations have withdrawn. Those dreamlike streamers are the result of the interaction between its main detector and the chaotic magic in the environment. And these data will play an extremely important role in the entire alliance's counterattack against the wasteland in the near future.

In the control center of the outpost research ship, technicians are analyzing the data transmitted from various places, while Marin Leslie, the chief technical officer of this aerial fortress, is standing in front of the main control console, paying attention to the building that he personally built. The working status of the "ship" designed and supervised.

The voice of an assistant researcher came from the side, interrupting Marin Leslie's thinking: "Chief of the think tank, this is the monitoring data of pollution reduction that has just been compiled. Please take a look."

Marin woke up from his contemplation, looked up and took the data book handed over by his assistant—this is the data that was analyzed and summarized by the mastermind and directly printed out. Compared with the manual transcribed table, it is more intuitive, easy to understand, clearer and more beautiful. , and as the eyes moved quickly on this data, Marin's slightly frowned brows finally gradually relaxed.

"It seems that the waste soil pollution brought by the aberrations is receding in the entire area... The fading curve is roughly consistent with our previous calculations. According to this progress, in less than a week, the surface area west of Wolf Ridge Mountain will allow low-protection personnel to enter. There's an event."

"Yes, the pollution recedes quickly - it seems that as long as there are no aberrations gathering,

Wasteland pollution can’t last too long in the natural environment,” the assistant researcher said happily, “They haven’t been entrenched in this land for too long, and they haven’t had time to pollute the soil and deep groundwater. It is highly poisonous, and the high-temperature flames can effectively offset the negative effects of those deformed creatures. "

"...if only the pollution in the wasteland of Gondor could subside naturally so easily," Marin's gaze remained on the form in his hand, but his tone couldn't help sighing, "Inside the wasteland, our It is not easy for frontline soldiers to drink a sip of clean water..."

He shook his head, put down the form in his hand, and at the same time returned his attention to the console in front of him - the mastermind of Sky Fortress is paying attention to the situation on the ground at the moment, and the picture captured by the external monitor is presenting the hologram above the console In the projection, on that image, Marin could clearly see how devastated the Wolf Ridge Mountain was after the war, and the most eye-catching ones were the abrupt depressions and sections on the mountain.

It was a large-scale "erosion" trace, as if a part of the mountain had been directly cut off and wiped away by some invisible force. The terrible energy burst destroyed the original rock formations there, leaving only the holes from the edge of the depression. The crystalline condensed layer flowing down, and around those "erosion" marks, ground explorers wearing heavy protective equipment can also be seen moving like ants, collecting first-hand data that cannot be detected by remote sensing from the air.

Those explorers are also part of the "outpost research ship" carrier force, and besides them, there are low-flying single-person reconnaissance planes and the "Mage's Eye" directly controlled by the mothership over the nearby mountains and forests. All together constitute a huge three-dimensional detection system, which is the pride of Marin Leslie and one of the important reliance on his actions here.

By the way, his other important reliance is the ten main guns and twenty-six secondary guns carried on this "research ship"—under the leadership of His Highness Rebecca, the researchers of the Empire have always been Plenty and fond of all forms of bang bang, second only to medics in combat power in the auxiliaries.

"...Even if you see it with your own eyes, those traces are still amazing," Marin Leslie stared at the shocking erosion traces on Longji Mountain, and couldn't help sighing softly, "The destructive power of supercritical accelerators exceeds that of the past. Any kind of conventional weapon, in my opinion, is even better than incendiary bombs... To be honest, when I first followed Her Highness Rebecca, I was just amazed at her wisdom and inspiration, but at that time I never thought of her Wisdom can be transformed into such... formidable power."

"It is said that some shallow believers in the army began to disbelieve after seeing the power of the supercritical accelerator," the assistant researcher also said with a little sigh, "this can be regarded as an 'accidental effect' of the supercritical accelerator."

"...When the limits of imagination in mythology can't match the wonders created by human intelligence, mythology will gradually lose its luster," Marin Leslie shook his head and said in a low voice, "but this is not enough for shallow believers. It works, devout believers always have a hundred reasons to attribute everything to the mighty power of the gods—they don’t care whether the gods behind them are happy or not. Forget it, let’s not talk about this, how long has the ground exploration team been down?”

"It's been going down for twelve hours, and we haven't reached the action limit yet," the assistant researcher immediately reported, "Now the pollution on the surface is receding, and the action planning team is discussing whether to extend the action time of each round of ground exploration..."

Marin Leslie thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "I don't recommend doing this, we have already established a firm foothold here, there is no need to increase the risk of operating personnel in order to grab this efficiency, let's rotate according to the plan, wait until this time A wave of ground teams returned, and we went to the next monitoring point."

"Yes, Chief Librarian."

Marin nodded, and then looked up at a metal platform protruding from the ground not far away. The metal platform was roughly in the shape of a raised triangle, and a transparent crystal container was fixed in the center. A huge brain was suspended in the container In the center, leisurely prodding air bubbles floating in the biomass solution with the tentacles, the load appears to be low.

"Mastermind, maintain vigilance on the surrounding area and pre-charge the self-defense artillery. We will move to the eastern contaminated area in an hour."

A synthesized voice leaning towards young women immediately sounded in the control center: "Yes, Marin, increase the danger perception, the firepower of the fortress is in good condition, ready to start at any time, and the engine power is abundant..."

Hearing the voice from the main brain, the young assistant researcher couldn't help but take a sneak peek at the think tank next to him—seriously, it's a bit strange to ask the main brain to set the speaker to a female-biased tone, and What's even more strange is that the head of the think tank seems to have spent a lot of effort to adjust the language mode of the main brain. It is said that he would secretly chat with "this ship" when he is alone. This seems to be the case in the entire Sky Fortress battle group. This is a unique situation. Most people on this "ship" suspect that it has something to do with the think tank chief's "personal aesthetics", but no one dares to say it...

It's just that the young assistant researcher can't help but occasionally have slightly offensive thoughts in his mind: Humans can't, at least they shouldn't...

"What are you looking at me for?" Maybe it was because he had been peeking for too long, but the assistant researcher's gaze was finally noticed, and Marin Leslie, who had been getting more and more bald in the past two years, couldn't help but turned to look at his assistant , "Ask any questions."

The young assistant researcher suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly expelled the thoughts that might double his workload from his mind, and after a lot of thinking, he found a topic that didn't seem so abrupt to divert the chief think tank's attention: "Then what... the chief think tank, I just suddenly felt... Isn't it a bit strange that a research facility like ours is equipped with dozens of magic cannons and rainbow generators..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a steady and powerful hand on his shoulder. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Marin Leslie's deep gaze and heard the words of wisdom from the chief think tank Into my ears:

"Young people, don't limit your eyes to the desk. We do research, and sometimes we need to 'go out'. You see, we have already left the research institute and come to the front line of the wasteland—look around These dangerous forests and dark wastelands, although on the surface it seems that the monsters entrenched here have been wiped out, but who knows if there is still danger lurking in the darkness? It would be so dangerous if an out-of-control deformity suddenly ran out from below... ..."

As Marin Leslie said, his eyes fell on the slightly bewildered face of the young assistant researcher—this is an obviously immature young man with thick hair, and he has not yet established an understanding of Big Bang. With enough love, such a young man obviously needs to be guided, and this is exactly the responsibility that a mature imperial researcher like him must undertake.

"...Therefore, it is very reasonable for imperial scholars like us to carry thirty-two fortress guns with us when we conduct field trips..."

assistant researcher:"……?"

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The leader of the ground operation team looked up at the sky, and saw that the majestic "Aerial Research Institute" was quietly suspended among the clouds, and the morning glow slanted from the sky splashed on the edge of the chassis of the aerial fortress , the golden-red brilliance and the magic power flow in the air complement each other, which looks extraordinarily spectacular.

Although the 'Gorgon' flying platform looks inconspicuous when it is in action with the Dawn of the World, if it is in action alone, they are all magnificent flying spectacle.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze to the sky and refocused on the work in front of him.

The thick personal protective suit isolated the cold north wind on Longji Mountain, and the double-layer shield projected by the protection system filtered and resisted the potential pollution in the air. However, even with such thick and reliable protective equipment, the surrounding devastated pollution and war The traces still make the operation team leader feel very depressed.

The surface of the soil and rocks is covered with a disgusting purple-black "substance", and the power of corruption has left a large number of criss-cross gullies on the surface of the mountain. Animals have disappeared, and bones can be seen in the cracks of the rocks. Only a large number of distorted and mutated remains of plants remain. Dirty and suspicious fragments of biological tissue were coated among some of the wreckage like mud, and the destroyed orc fortifications were scattered among the scorched earth. The broken battle flags and weapons seemed to have been weathered and decayed for thousands of years. appearance.

This is what happened to those hideous monsters after they took over a land-they stayed here for a short time, but they have already caused such appalling pollution. Undoubtedly, the scene will sweep the entire Ogure, and even the entire Western Continent.

The voice of an action team member came from the side: "Team leader, the sun has come out, and the fluctuations in the magic readings in the environment are getting bigger. We should only be able to measure the last set of data."

The team leader glanced up at the distant horizon and saw the magnificent crown of the huge sun shining on the mountains-this meant that part of the team's survey work was coming to an end.

"I have just received a message from the air command center that we will return to the research ship in an hour," the operation leader nodded, and a slightly dull voice came from under the thick visor, "After collecting data, we will check around , See if there are any missing clues."

The team members nodded, and then cast their gazes not far ahead—in front of him, there was a huge "erosion" zone, and the entire mountain was "gouged" out of thin air by huge energy, leaving behind a nearly The perfectly circular black depression, the bottom of the pit still has residual heat rising at the moment, and the edge of the depression is a black condensed substance that has cooled and crystallized, which looks spectacular and frightening.

"This is the impact point No. 7," the operation leader said in a deep voice. "According to the battle report, it should be after the supercritical accelerator hit here that the mutant army suddenly lost control... Commander Jin Na and the military staff all Guess this should be the command node of those monsters."

"...It's a pity that there is nothing left," the team member said with some regret. "It would be great if we could leave a few dark priests who were disabled by the bombing, and we can also have a few more research samples."

"There will always be, anyway..."

The action team leader had just finished speaking when he was suddenly interrupted by a shout from not far away.

"Team leader! We seem to have found something useful!! Come here and see what it is!"