Chapter 822: Ghost Lighthouse

Outside the window was a dark void, with occasional distant stars.

I had long lost sight of my hometown.

The exploration ship relied on the installed post station to communicate with the rear, but now it was far beyond its connection range.

In other words, it was a drifting lonely boat.

The voice of the liaison officer Bin came from the wind mother.

"Everything is normal, brothers. The strange noise of Lian Station is caused by the loose base below. It sounds like knocking in the turbulence, not a visit from a void monster."

"Brother Shelby, you have to fix this thing."

Maintenance worker Shelby said in a loud voice: "I'm still checking the elemental magic well. You can find some cork chips over there. Use the chips to pad it to stabilize it."

"Wood chips?"

"Of course, even I did it this way in the past. There are not so many supplies available on this ship. You have to use whatever you have... The plastic sheet on the edge of the magic well base has deformed. I have to take care of this first."

Bin asked: "Will wood chips be okay?"

"Yes."

...

In the Wind Mother, two colleagues are still talking.

Francis in the driver's seat looked at the crystal window, and the crystal surface reflected his clumsy and heavy work clothes.

Through the crystal helmet, you can clearly see a Y-shaped crack on the white skull inside.

This is the birthmark Francis had when he woke up from the [Bone Mound].

He moved his cervical spine and heard a slight clicking sound.

Sitting for a long time can also cause damage to bones.

As a bone ancestor, you must learn to protect your bones. Healthy bones are the foundation of everything.

A long time ago, Francis wanted to be an excellent magician.

As a hot new profession in the Yao clan, magicians can create various spells by writing magic symbols. They can change the world by sitting in the house. Magic symbols are considered to be the power closest to the power of God in this era.

After real contact, Francis realized that magic symbol development is very difficult. Those complex and obscure runes, as well as failed attempts day after day, have frustrated him.

He can use the basic [Rose Magic Symbol] proficiently, but it is not possible to develop new magic symbols.

The Rose Magic Symbol is a simple magic symbol created by Master Vasily, but even based on this, it is not easy to develop a new functional magic symbol.

Most magicians' daily life is to use existing magic symbol segments and magic symbol sentences for secondary processing - a kind of advanced skilled worker.

The cruel reality shattered Francis' dream.

After graduating from the [Magic Monastery], Francis chose the latter between a full-time Dark Elves and a navigator. The former requires further study in the Dark Elves civilization, while the latter allows exploration of the unknown void.

[Navigation Flying Boat] is closely related to magic symbols. Many functions and connections on the flying boat are completed by magic symbols and plastic pieces.

Because this work is extremely dangerous, only undead and special elemental life are currently recruited.

Francis has mastered the techniques of magic symbols, demonology, theology, engineering, etc., and is also a white bone ancestor. He was able to board the ship after passing the assessment.

According to the process, the new navigator will have a few years of internship and rotate on three types of navigating flying boats: [exploration ship], [patrol ship] and [gunship].

Now there are four navigators on this flying boat. The main pilot Sok is a [gunboat] pilot with 12 years of work experience, the co-pilot Francis has been a [patrol boat] pilot for 4 years, the liaison officer Bin is an expert in the company post, and the maintenance worker Shelby is a flying boat engineer.

They were assigned to the [exploration ship] Ghost Lighthouse, and together with the other 53 exploration ships, they began this historic first foreign voyage.

This is the first time that the Yao people have left the world with the power of civilization and entered the depths of the void. This time they are no longer hiding under the protection of the wings of the gods, but taking their own vehicles to start a journey of exploration of the unknown void.

Each exploration ship is named after a Yao wonder, representing the steps taken by the Yao civilization to the outside world.

No one knows what fate is waiting for ahead.

But every navigator of these 54 flying boats knows that after they set off, they may never be able to return to the Yao people. The difficulties and challenges ahead need to be solved by themselves, but they still bravely accept this challenge.

Just as the oracle of Fahai God said.

"Of course, we can also slow down and start from the most basic scattered gravel worlds around us to look for some possible traces on them... Those are the basics, and there are always people doing them. But for the long voyage, we must go outward, and the beginning of any new attempt is the most difficult."

"Conquering the void is by no means something that can be done overnight, but there will always be someone to take the first step, just like the first time we assembled the first track outside the Yunzhong Temple and the first time we drove the flying boat into the ring world group."

"You can refuse, it's not shameful."

"Participants will receive the greatest support from the Yao civilization. We will solve all your financial burdens, give you the best training environment, and I will continue to pay attention to you. Just pray, I will hear your voice - but I still have to emphasize that this is an extremely dangerous task, even the gods may not be able to save you from danger in time."

"The void universe is unpredictable, prayers will fail in some areas, flying boats may also fail, and it may even happen so suddenly that you don't have time to pray and react..."

The words of the gods are plain and sincere.

"If you are ready to meet all these challenges, then pray to me. I will hear your voices, your names will be recorded in the history of the Yao clan, and your feats will be passed down forever."

The reason why Francis boarded the ship was that he wanted to do something different.

Although he knew that he was a white-bone ancestor with no special talents, he still wanted to leave something behind.

The virtual universe was empty and lonely, and the flying boat always entered another long night from one long night.

The shining points in the darkness seemed to be not far ahead, but no matter how they flew, the distance between the exploration ship and them never got closer.

The back was the hometown that could not be returned to, and the front was the distance that could not be reached.

The flying boat was so small in the virtual universe.

The mission of the Ghost Lighthouse was to take off from a specific orbit, move forward along this side, and look for the fragmented worlds along the way.

In the virtual universe, the gravel world without life is the most, and the number of fragmented worlds is not small.

This kind of world is the landing place of apprentice gods, with rich life species and a more suitable environment for survival. It is also a relatively safe world, not as dangerous as the kingdom of the gods.

The voyage of the [Exploration Ship] must avoid the Kingdom of God and search for traces of the Fragment World.

Fortunately, the magic talisman provides many conveniences for the flying boat, such as the shell of the boat is made of plastic sheets and magic talismans, which has the ability of [camouflage].

In addition, the entire exploration ship belongs to the [Que Class] medium-sized ship. Although the speed is not fast, it is agile and concealed.

The real voyage is completely different from the ups and downs and thrilling stories in the rumors.

In the twelve years of this voyage, Francis has been following the same work process most of the time.

Check, maintain, record, confirm your own condition...

To some extent, boring also represents safety and stability.

Today's shift is up.

Francis handed the driving task to Sok, left the cab, and entered the rest room at the back.

He took off his helmet, removed the skull from the spine, checked the cracks on it, and then applied some grease to the joints of his body to ensure that it would not dry out.

Then Francis disassembled his arms and checked them one by one to make sure his ten fingers were flexible enough to use tools.

The Skeleton Ancestors did not need to eat, but they needed to maintain their relatively fragile bodies more frequently.

Beside him, Bing was wrapping bandages around his arm bones.

He said, "I've always wondered, we are made of bones, right? But why can we live if the skull is intact, but not other parts, why the head? I mean, why not prepare a few more heads, so that if one is broken, there is a spare, and we won't die, right?"

Francis thought about this question and said, "They will quarrel."

"If there are two or three heads."

Francis expressed his own opinion: "Then several heads will quarrel over a body, who controls the body and who is the spare? No one will accept it."

"That makes sense." Bing laughed, "Just like those living Just like marriage, two people will quarrel every once in a while, and then they may change to the next person to continue quarreling. "

"In this way, we are the real top of the food chain, we are the ultimate form of life. You see, we don't need to eat, we don't need water, we don't need so many things, we can live alone, we can bury ourselves to sleep, for hundreds or thousands of years, as long as there are no dogs or rats to gnaw off our heads, we can live forever. "

Ben stretched out his hand: "Thank you, buddy, this doubt has troubled me for many years."

Francis high-fived him and made a snapping sound.

Just then, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the ship.

Francis and Bing immediately reflexively put on their helmets, locked their work clothes, and fixed themselves to the protective pole next to them.

The whole ship began to flip and shake violently, and the two navigators were thrown around inside. Some huge pressure pressed Francis to the ground all of a sudden, and he lost consciousness in his skull.

...

I don't know how long it took.

Francis woke up from his trance and found himself in a pile of rubble. To be more precise, his skull was here. There were all kinds of crystals and metal fragments around him, and not far ahead was the crashed flying boat.

It should be the impact that threw his skull away - fortunately, the helmet was strong enough, otherwise he would have died with his head shattered.

Francis rolled his skull and rolled all the way to the wreckage of the flying boat. He found a spare special thick forbidden stone box, broke two teeth and bit open the outer buckle, opened the box, and found a spare body inside.

He found his own model of spine, chest, hands and feet, and stood up slowly and quickly. It's just that his body is a little shaky, and his balance and dexterity are not good enough. It still needs time to adapt to this new body.

Then Francis first turned out a pair of torn work clothes from the rubble, put them on first, and then began to search for the traces of other navigators.

He found Bing's skull. Although the skull was shaken off his neck and stuck in a corner, only the head and body were separated, and the body was basically intact.

However, the main pilot Sok and the maintenance worker Shelby only found scattered skull fragments and confirmed that they died in the accident.

Francis and Bing buried their two companions, while collecting the remaining materials and supplies of the flying boat, they began to check this world.

This is a very ordinary desolate gravel world, with gravel and yellow sand everywhere, no wind, and only a dim sun that rises and sets.

When the sun rises, the visibility around will be higher, and there will be thick clouds in the sky. When the sun sets, the whole world will begin to fog up, becoming foggy and extremely low visibility.

Francis and Bin each carried a [Black Magic] to guard against possible enemies.

They spent two days building a basic camp with the wreckage of the flying boat.

At the same time, they also officially confirmed that the magic well, Lianyi Station and the cab of the flying boat had been destroyed, and only some supplies and tools were available in the small warehouse at the bottom.

Francis and Bin began to save themselves. They first piled up the statues of Yao Shen and Fahai Shen, and prayed to the two statues, but there seemed to be no response from the statues.

Then they piled up a circle of low walls with stones to serve as the outer defense of the camp.

On the fourth day of their arrival in this world, a strange visitor arrived.

"Hello, strangers, can you understand me?" The visitor waved his hands and spoke in strange syllables.

Fortunately, the brain-stimulating mint was still there, so communication was not a problem.

"I have no ill intentions, but I saw that you seemed to have fallen within the territory of our country, so I came all the way to check."

Francis and Bin looked at each other.

The visitor was kind and a young man with a kind face.

He was slightly taller than the two navigators, wearing a gorgeous and complicated long robe and a peacock feather crown on his head. He looked like a noble or a singer and dancer from a certain country.

There was just one problem.

He was a piece of paper walking upright.

A paper man.