CIATB Chapter 507, Part 108!
Chapter 507, Part 108!
The next morning at 10:00 AM.
Zhang Yan opened the warehouse conveyor channel on the second basement floor of the laboratory.
The stargazing problem was solved last night.
She emptied the C-section warehouse, which had originally been used to store spare parts.
The corridor in the adjacent D area has been opened up.
Four hundred square meters were freed up.
One hundred and eight ink soldiers were sealed in the Chaos Warehouse in a folded state.
Each unit, when folded, has a volume of no more than one cubic meter.
When the teleportation channel is open.
Dark gold cubes slid out one by one from the entrance of the passage.
They landed on the ground and lined up in a queue.
"Begin the unfolding."
Zhang Yan issued instructions to the system.
The first Mobing unit began self-decompression in its folded state.
The dark gold surface is cracked with evenly spaced fissures.
The internal skeleton pops out, and the joints unfold.
The three-meter-tall humanoid robot can stand upright in seven seconds.
The sound of a metal kneecap hitting the ground.
I briefly checked back in the sealed warehouse.
The second, the third, and the fourth.
The pace of expansion is accelerating.
One after another, dark gold combat units rose from the ground.
The indicator light on the panel changed from gray to dark red in standby mode.
Qin Xiao stood behind the observation window on the second floor.
Holding a coffee cup in his hand.
He put the cup down when he counted to the twentieth table.
When he reached the fiftieth unit, he braced himself against the glass railing with both hands.
When the count reached the hundredth unit.
He turned his head and glanced at the stargazer next to him.
"Three hundred and forty..."
"Three hundred and forty percent."
He didn't look up while stargazing, but recorded data on his tablet.
"In a fully coordinated state, its overall combat power is 3.4 times that of a single Chaos unit."
Qin Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed.
He looked back at the warehouse.
One hundred and eight dark gold-colored mechs stood neatly under the lights.
The patterns on the breastplate are exactly the same.
Two-thirds of the 400-square-meter space was filled.
"Did Brother Yan bring this back from Guixu?"
"An automated combat array sealed away 30,000 years ago."
Guan Xing turned a page on the tablet.
"Each unit is S-class in combat capability, with four sets of melee protocols and two sets of long-range suppression schemes built in."
"The underlying protocol is directly bound to the Tiangong Heart, and the response latency is less than 0.03 seconds."
Qin Xiao picked up the coffee cup and then put it down again.
It was repeated twice.
Why are you so nervous?
Guan Xing glanced at him.
"I'm not nervous."
Qin Xiao cleared his throat.
"I was thinking that if we had had this thing back then, that incident at the market could have been over in three minutes."
Guanxing didn't respond.
Inside the warehouse, the last eight Ink Soldiers were deployed.
All 108 dark gold mechs entered standby mode.
The indicator lights have all switched to a slow, dark red flashing mode.
Zhang Yan stood at the very front of the formation.
Close your eyes.
The temperature of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart rose slightly.
One hundred and eight sensing ports are opened simultaneously.
This is different from the test conducted in the waterway yesterday.
This time it's the Earth's environment, without the benefit of returning to the origin.
The first one connected, the second one, the fifth one, the tenth one.
My temples started to feel hot.
The twelfth station.
Zhang Yan steadied his breathing.
Twelve units can be precisely controlled; this is the maximum.
Pushing it further up, the information load will lead to a decrease in accuracy.
He didn't force him.
It then switches to collaborative broadcast mode.
"All, check your basic standing posture."
All 108 ink soldiers simultaneously stepped back half a step with their right feet.
Lower your center of gravity and raise your arms to your chest.
The synchronization rate of the movements was displayed as 99.6% on the stargazing tablet.
"Formation switch, Crane Wing."
The array begins to move.
The front row of thirty-six units spread out to both sides.
The middle row of forty units was withdrawn and contracted.
The 32 cars in the back row were spaced apart.
In a space of 400 square meters.
More than one hundred three-meter-tall metal humanoid figures were silently moved.
The footsteps were extremely light, and the landing points were precise.
Qin Xiao gripped the railing tightly.
It wasn't because the scene was spectacular.
It's because these things make no sound when they move.
The aircraft is three meters tall and its estimated weight exceeds two tons.
Its footsteps are lighter than a person's when it moves.
He knew exactly what this meant.
"Formation tightens."
Zhang Yan opened his eyes.
One hundred and eight ink soldiers returned to the initial queue.
It took four seconds.
Zhang Yan turned and walked towards the elevator.
"Is all the data recorded?"
"It's all recorded."
The stargazer followed.
"The broadcast command was delayed by 0.027 seconds, which is 0.003 seconds faster than the Guixu test."
"It should be a passive gain from the Earth Gate network."
"Precisely control the upper limit?"
"The twelve stations remain unchanged."
"But if you expand the Thousand Machine Arm to create auxiliary branch lines, theoretically you can push up to fifteen units."
Zhang Yan nodded.
When the elevator reached the first floor, the doors opened.
Nie Qingcheng stood at the door.
She wore a black turtleneck sweater today.
Her hair was tied into a low ponytail.
He was holding a printed timetable in his hand.
"Finished the test?"
"The test is finished."
"result."
"Fully coordinated and usable, with precise control of twelve units, that's enough."
Nie Qingcheng handed him the timetable.
Zhang Yan took it and glanced at it.
On the first day, a chaotic heat-resistant coating was applied, and the high-dimensional debris was shaped.
The next day, we set off for the sun and worked in the core area for 35 seconds to extract crystals.
On the third day, we returned home, and the crystallized material was inspected and sealed.
"Today is day zero."
Nie Qingcheng said.
The coating material for the stargazing device was retrieved from the Chaos Warehouse last night.
I'll start this afternoon.
Zhang Yan folded the timetable and put it in his pocket.
There's one point above that you might not have noticed.
Nie Qingcheng pointed to his pocket.
Zhang Yan took it out again and glanced at it.
At the very bottom of the timetable, a line of text was added in red pen.
Work hours should not exceed 16 hours per day; a violation will result in the deduction of one meal.
Zhang Yan glanced at her.
Your handwriting is getting worse and worse.
"The key is the content."
Zhang Yan put the timetable back in his pocket.
There was no rebuttal.
One o'clock in the afternoon, in the underground laboratory.
The outer armor plates of the Chaos Mech were removed one by one.
The internal skeleton is exposed.
The remains of the high-dimensional deep-sea tentacles were cut into pieces.
They were neatly stacked on the worktable.
These remains were spoils recovered from the battle when the tentacles were slain in the deep sea.
It has an extremely high material density and heat resistance far exceeding that of any man-made alloy.
After being covered on the mecha's outer shell.
It can withstand the extreme temperatures in the core region of the sun for short periods of time.
Zhang Yan activated the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart Pulse.
Shape the first piece of debris.
When the pulse contacts the surface of the debris, there is a slight feedback.
That is an inherent property of higher-dimensional matter.
Each contact brings in a small amount of information fragments.
During the last shaping process, he had glimpsed the weaknesses in the outer shell structure of the community's parent organism.
This time he was on guard.
The filter layer of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart is fully activated in advance.
Only physical shaping operations are allowed.
Feedback at the information level is completely blocked.
The first piece of debris was bent and shaped under the guidance of the pulse.
It fits perfectly with the curve of Chaos's right forearm.
Zhang Yan extended his Thousand Machine Arm.
Six mechanical fingers fix the formed coating sheet to the corresponding position on the armor frame.
It took fourteen minutes to complete one piece.
The entire mech shell needs to be covered with sixty-seven pieces.
There is enough time.
When the work reached the thirtieth piece.
The door opened.
Nie Qingcheng walked in carrying a glass of water.
Place it on the edge of the worktable.
"It's been four hours."
Zhang Yan stopped what he was doing.
"Only four hours."
"Drink water."
He drank it.
Nie Qingcheng did not leave.
I leaned against the door frame and watched him make his thirty-first piece.
"Qin Xiao is asking you about the deployment plan for the Mo soldiers."
"Have him draft a preliminary plan and give it to me at dinner."
"Can you look at the proposal he drafted?"
Zhang Yan paused for a moment.
"Have someone like Guan Xing help him vet the case."
Nie Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly.
He turned and left.
8 PM.
Zhang Yan completed the coating of forty-two pieces.
The progress is within expectations, and we can finish it by tomorrow morning.
He put away his tools and turned off the pulse generator.
Heading towards the elevator.
When you get to the first floor.
Qin Xiao and Guan Xing sat on the sofa in the living room.
A pile of documents lay open in front of me.
Qin Xiao noticed that his expression was somewhat subtle.
There's something I want to say, but I'm not sure whether I should speak up.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Xiao handed over a data report.
"Brother Yan, look at this."
Zhang Yan took it.
It is solar observation data, a real-time record from the military's deep space monitoring network over the past 72 hours.
The data itself is not the problem.
The solar activity cycle is normal, and the number of sunspots is within the expected range.
The frequency of coronal mass ejections is stable.
But on the third page of the data.
Qin Xiao circled a set of numbers with a red pen.
In the core region of the sun, a very small anomaly appears in the temperature distribution.
The diameter is no more than two hundred meters.
The temperature was 0.7 percent lower than the surrounding temperature.
This deviation is almost negligible in astronomy.
Any measurement of the sun's core is subject to error.
A difference of 0.7 percentage points is not unusual.
But Qin Xiao circled it not because of the numerical value itself.
It's because of the location of this anomaly.
The coordinates of the man-made structure created by the first generation of maintainers, as recorded in the Heart of the Creator, completely overlap with those of the structure.
Zhang Yan put down the report.
He looked down at his chest.
The Heart of Nature is emitting a continuous, warm pulse.
The frequency is constant, and the direction is clear.
Facing the sun.
From the moment all Mo Bing went online yesterday.
This pulse never stopped.
"It's calling you."
Qin Xiao said.
Zhang Yan put away the report.
The last insurance policy from 30,000 years ago.
After sensing the return of the Heart of Heaven to Earth, it began to actively issue a summons.
And he will fly in himself tomorrow.