CIATB Chapter 501 A Triumphant Return!
Chapter 501 A Triumphant Return!
On the morning of the fifth day, at 11:00 AM the standard time for the Guixu project, the project was completed eight hours ahead of schedule.
Mo Yu inserted the last stress layer into the inside of the Chaos left calf plate, and the quantum cutting pen completed the last circle along the seam. The cooled weld line fused with the original armor.
He climbed down from the maintenance rack, pulled out a hand cloth, and wiped the cutting fluid out of his fingers.
"It's over."
Zhang Yan glanced at the technical team.
The eight people worked non-stop until their faces turned pale. The youngest one had already fallen asleep, leaning against the maintenance frame.
"Hard."
Mo Yu folded the hand towel, put it back in her pocket, and turned to leave.
This man is a man of few words but steady in his actions; Zhang Yan took note of him.
Chaos stood up in the center of the Heavenly Crafts Hall.
The modified outer frame completely covers the entire body, the shoulder armor is thickened, and a ring of concentric circles has been added to the chest. That is the reserved interface for the core power slot of the final Tiangong. After the star crystal is in place, it will become the heart of the entire system.
As the stargazer circled the chaos to check the parameters, the checklist on the tablet turned green one by one.
"The outer frame strength has been doubled, the core star-shaped topology of the Four Spirits is stable, and all ports of the resonance calibrator are online."
She presented the overall evaluation to Zhang Yan.
"The hardware is 100% complete."
Zhang Yan asked, "What about the operational agreement?"
"It will be activated after the Star Crystal is installed. It is currently preloaded and can be written at any time."
Zhang Yan placed his hand on the Chaos Lower Leg Armor.
The metal felt cool, but the response from the Heart of the Craftsman was warm. The 98.7% compatibility level allowed him to perceive chaos on a new level, even distinguishing the subtle differences between the bearings of his left and right knee joints.
can go.
In the afternoon, the Guixu Central Square opened.
This plaza is located inside the space bubble. The circular metal ground is devoid of any superfluous decorations. It may have been bustling 30,000 years ago, but now only emptiness and a few functional buildings remain.
All members of Guixu were present.
One thousand seven hundred and three people.
Zhang Yan remembered this number; Mo Li had engraved it on a metal plate beneath the silver box on the far side of the moon.
Thirty thousand years of wandering, the last embers of a civilization, now all stand before him.
They stood at the edge of the square according to age, with the elderly in front and the children behind. There was no elaborate formation or loud oaths; they simply watched Zhang Yan quietly.
Mo Yuan stepped forward.
The old man changed into a dark blue robe with the ancient emblem of the Mo family embroidered on the collar; the fabric had been washed until it was thin.
"Young Master."
Zhang Yan did not interrupt him.
Mo Yuan took out a golden token with both hands.
"This is the Heavenly Crafting Decree, the highest command authority of the remnants of the Ruins. From this day forward, the fate of the 1,703 people is up to you."
Zhang Yan accepted the token.
The token was light in hand, yet the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship immediately connected with 1,703 life links.
In the far distance, there was an eight-year-old girl whose heart was beating faster than others, clutching the hem of an old man's clothes beside her.
Zhang Yan put away the token and looked at everyone in the square.
"To live."
The echo in the square carried those two words to everyone's ears.
"You've waited 30,000 years, wait for me a little longer. After this war is over, I'll come to get you."
No one cheered.
Mo Yuan took the lead in performing the ancient Mohist ritual, placing his right hand across his chest and bowing deeply.
One thousand seven hundred and three people bowed to him.
The only sounds in the entire square were the rustling of clothes and the soft creaking of the metal floor.
Zhang Yan turned and walked towards the tarmac.
Chaos was already on standby, and Guanxing sat in the secondary position organizing data. One hundred and eight Mo soldiers were folded up and stored in the warehouse, and the spare supplies were compressed to the minimum configuration.
Mo Li stood at the edge of the tarmac.
"Be careful on the road."
Zhang Yan patted him on the shoulder.
"Guard the ruins."
"Zhang Yan".
He stopped and turned around.
Mo Ling stood at the entrance, fully armored, her hair tied back, looking just as sharp as when they first met, only the look in her eyes had changed.
She tossed a black metal piece to him.
Zhang Yan caught it.
The surface of the metal sheet is engraved with a set of old frequency band codes.
"The communication frequency band left by my grandfather," Mo Ling said. "The Ruins of Guixu also has six combat-type frigates. It's not a large number, but it has the ability to jump between star systems."
She looked at the chaos.
"For the final battle, if you need fleet support, contact me using this. We will arrive within three days."
Zhang Yan put the metal piece into his inner pocket, together with the metal box that Nie Qingcheng had given him.
"Thanks."
Mo Ling turned around, took a few steps, and then stopped.
"I'm not helping you."
She didn't turn around.
"I'm paying off the debt my grandfather incurred for that consciousness device."
Zhang Yan watched her walk into the passage.
A moment later, he ascended to the Chaos.
The hatch closed, the thrusters ignited, the mech took off, passed through the top exit of the Heavenly Craft Hall, and entered the open area of the space bubble.
The control center opened the exit for him.
Chaos burst through the space bubble and entered the maintainer's exclusive passage. The outline of Guixu shrank into a dot on the screen behind it before being swallowed by the blue light curtain of the passage wall.
The flight path calibration was completed by stargazing.
"The course is clear, and we are expected to arrive at the outer edge of the solar system in four days."
Zhang Yan handed over the driving to the automatic navigation system and leaned back in his seat.
It has been a total of seventeen days since we set off.
The final outer frame of the Tiangong project is now complete.
The resonance calibration instrument is now complete.
I have obtained the core weakness map of community consciousness.
The consciousness penetration solution is in hand.
The Ink Army Formation is in hand.
Safe waterway secured.
The Guixu Fleet has secured its support frequency band.
There are also three instructions left by the first generation of maintainers.
One is the original consciousness, the last insurance in the core of the sun, the window for the core node to rise after the mother body is angered.
Zhang Yan locked all of this information into the core memorandum of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart.
Then, he took out his metal box and gently wiped the lid with his fingertips.
He didn't open it; he simply put it back in its original place.
"Send her a message," Zhang Yan said.
Guan Xing opened the communication interface and granted him editing permissions.
Zhang Yan typed the text.
"They've already set off on their return journey, bringing back quite a few nice things. The gifts you prepared have come in handy; Guixu accepted them with great care."
He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.
I want to eat your braised pork ribs.
Once the transmission is complete, the quantum entanglement channel will send the information back to Earth.
The tunnel walls were bathed in a pale blue light, and Chaos glided along at cruising speed, with only the low-frequency sound of the thrusters humming in the cockpit.
After checking the navigation log under the stars.
"I'll go to sleep first, and then I'll switch shifts in four hours."
"Go."
The person in the secondary seat fell silent.
After six hours of sailing, a notification popped up on the system panel.
It was neither Nie Qingcheng's reply nor Qin Xiao's delayed communication.
The sender is from the official channel of the Cosmic Sea Observation Protocol.
The icon is a pure black circle, without any symbols or text.
Eye of the Abyss.
Zhang Yan clicked on it.
[Notification of Change in Civilization Assessment Level for H-001-Ω]
[Original assessment level: Observation]
[New Assessment Level: Potential Level]
[Reason for change: During the assessment period, this civilization demonstrated the ability to actively travel across interstellar regions, the ability to independently apply and innovate high-dimensional technologies, the ability to integrate legacy technologies, and a record of effective defense and counterattack against interstellar threats.]
[Note: This potential assessment is the first time in 30,000 years that it has appeared in a civilization on the edge of the Milky Way's canyon.]
Zhang Yan looked at the last line.
Edge of the Milky Way's cantilever arm.
This is the first time in 30,000 years.
The last civilization to receive a similar rating was mostly the Mohists.
He saved a screenshot of the notification, intending to send it to Nie Qingcheng together after she replied.
She'll probably shut him up and let him dive in first, then reassess all trading windows and exposure risks.
An upgraded rating is certainly a good thing.
But in the vast universe, good things often mean being listed.
Zhang Yan turned off the panel, and the pale blue light from the corridor wall swept past the cockpit frame by frame.
Four days later is the solar system.
After the solar system comes the sun.
Inside the core of the sun are star crystals and the last insurance left by the first generation of maintainers.
And there's the braised pork ribs that Nie Qingcheng promised him.
Zhang Yan closed his eyes.
The fourth day.
wait.