Chapter 823 Ghost Lighthouse
There was a pitch-black void outside the window, and occasionally some distant stars could be seen.
There is no trace of my hometown anymore.
The exploration ship relied on installed post stations for communication with the rear, but now it was far beyond the range of its connections.
In other words, it is a lonely boat drifting.
The voice of the liaison officer, Bin, came from the wind mother.
"Everything is normal, brothers. The strange noise at the Lian Station is caused by the loose foundation below. The sound is in the turbulence. It sounds a bit like knocking on the door, not a visit from a void monster."
"Shelby, you gotta 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 wood chips to pad it in and it will stabilize it."
"Wood chips?"
"Of course, I did the same thing in the past. There aren't that many supplies available on this ship, so we have to use what we have... The plastic piece at the edge of the magic well base has been deformed, so I have to take care of that first."
Bing asked, "Are wood chips OK?"
"right."
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In Fengmu, two colleagues were still talking.
Francis, sitting in the driver's seat, looked toward the crystal window, which reflected his clumsy, 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 vertebrae, making a slight cracking sound.
Sitting for a long time can also cause damage to the 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 of the Yao clan, magicians can create all kinds of spells by writing magic talismans and change the world just by sitting in the room. Magic talismans are considered to be the power that is closest to divine power in this era.
After he really came into contact with it, Francis realized that the development of magic runes was very difficult. The complex and obscure runes, as well as the failed attempts day after day, made him frustrated.
He was able to skillfully use the basic [Rose Talisman], but was not able to develop new ones.
The Rose Talisman is a simple talisman created by Master Vasily, but even based on it, it is not easy to develop a new functional talisman.
The daily routine of most wizards is to use existing magic rune segments and magic rune sentences for secondary processing - they are a kind of high-level skilled worker.
The cruel reality shattered Francis' dream.
After graduating from the [Magic Monastery], Francis chose between being a full-time Dark Elves and being a navigator. The former required him to go to the Dark Elves civilization for further study, while the latter allowed him to explore the unknown void.
[Long-distance Flying Boat] is closely related to magic talismans. Many functions and connections on the flying boat are completed by magic talismans and plastic sheets.
Since this job is extremely dangerous, only undead and special elemental beings are currently recruited.
Francis had mastered the techniques of magic symbols, demonology, theology, engineering, etc., and he was also a bone ancestor, so he passed the test and was allowed to board the ship.
According to the process, new navigators will have a few years of internship, rotating on three types of long-distance flying boats: [exploration ships], [patrol ships] and [gunboats].
There are four navigators on this flying boat now. 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 company stations, and the maintenance man Shelby is a flying boat engineer.
They were assigned to the Exploration Ship Ghost Lighthouse, and together with 53 other exploration ships, they began this historic first foreign voyage.
This was the first time that the Yao people left the world with the power of civilization and entered the depths of the void. This time they no longer hid under the protection of the gods, but took their own vehicles to start a journey of exploration of the unknown void.
Each exploration ship is named after a Yao wonder, representing the first step of the Yao civilization toward the outside world.
No one knows what fate awaits ahead.
But every one of the 54 sailors knew that after they set off, they might never be able to return to the Yao clan. They had to solve the difficulties and challenges ahead by themselves, but they still bravely accepted the challenge.
Just as what Fahaishen said in the oracle.
"Of course, we can also slow down and start from the most basic scattered gravel world around us to look for some possible traces... Those are the basics, and there are always people working on them. But on the road of sailing, we must go outward. The beginning of any new attempt is the most difficult."
"Conquering the void is not something that can be accomplished overnight, but there will always be someone who takes the first step, just like when we assembled the first track outside the Cloud Temple and drove the flying boat into the ring world for the first time."
"You can refuse, there is no shame in that."
"Participants will receive the greatest support from the Yao Clan Civilization. We will solve all your financial burdens, provide you with the best training environment, and I will continue to pay attention to you. Just pray, and I will hear your voices - but I still have to emphasize that this is an extremely dangerous mission. Even the gods may not be able to save you in time."
"The universe is unpredictable. Prayers may fail in certain areas, and the flying boat may malfunction. It is even possible that something will happen so suddenly that you will not have time to pray or react..."
The words of God are plain and sincere.
"If you are ready to face all these challenges, then pray to me. I will hear your voices, your names will be recorded in the history of the Yao people, and your feats will be passed down forever."
The reason Francis boarded the ship was that he wanted to do something different.
Although he knew that he was a skeleton ancestor with no special talents, he still wanted to leave something behind.
The universe is empty and lonely, and the flying boat always goes from one long night to another.
Those shining spots in the darkness seemed to be just ahead, but no matter how hard the exploration ship flew, the distance between them never got closer.
Behind is my hometown that I can never return to, and in front is a distant place that I can never reach.
The flying boat is so small in the universe.
The mission of the Ghost Lighthouse is to take off from a specific orbit, move along this direction, and search for fragmented worlds along the way.
In the virtual universe, gravel worlds with no life are the most numerous, and the number of fragment worlds is not small either.
This kind of world is where apprentice gods descend. It has abundant life species and a relatively 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 while searching for traces of the fragmented world.
Fortunately, the magic talisman provides many conveniences for the flying boat. For example, the outer shell of the boat is made of plastic sheets and magic talismans and has the ability of camouflage.
In addition, the entire exploration ship belongs to the medium-sized ship [Que class]. Although its speed is not fast, it is agile and concealed.
The real voyage was completely different from the ups and downs and thrilling story in the rumors.
During the twelve years of the voyage, Francis spent most of his time following the same routine.
Check, maintain, record, and confirm your own condition...
To some extent, boredom also represents security and stability.
Today's shift is up.
Francis handed over the driving task to Sok, left the cab and went into the rest room at the back.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He took off his helmet, removed the skull from the spine, checked it for cracks, and then applied some grease to the joints all over his body to ensure that they would not dry out.
Francis then disassembled his arms and checked each one to make sure his fingers were flexible enough to use the tools.
The Skeleton Ancestors do not need to eat, but they need to maintain their relatively fragile bodies more frequently.
Next to him, Bing was wrapping a bandage around his arm bone.
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 damaged, there are spares and we won't die, right?"
Francis thought about this question and said, "There will be quarrels."
"If it's two or three heads."
Francis expressed his own opinion: "So if several heads fight for one body, they will quarrel over who controls the body and who is the spare? No one will accept it."
"That makes sense." Bing Gaga laughed. "Just like the marriages of the living, the two of them would quarrel every once in a while, and then they would probably take over and continue the quarrel."
"So, 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 and 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."
Bing extended his hand: "Thank you, buddy. This question has troubled me for many years."
Francis high-fived him, making a snapping sound.
At this moment, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded inside the ship.
Francis and Bing immediately reacted by quickly putting on their helmets, locking their work clothes, and securing themselves to the protective poles nearby.
The entire ship began to flip and shake violently, and the two navigators were thrown around. Some huge pressure pressed Francis to the ground and he lost consciousness in his skull.
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I don’t know how much time passed.
Francis woke up from his trance and found himself in a pile of rubble. To be more precise, his skull was there. All around him were various crystals and metal fragments, and not far ahead was a crashed flying boat.
It should be the impact that threw his skull off - fortunately, the helmet was strong enough, otherwise he would have died with a shattered head.
Francis rolled his skull and let himself roll 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 the spare body inside.
He found his own model of spine, chest, hands and feet, and stood up quickly and slowly. However, his body was a little shaky, and his balance and dexterity were insufficient. He needed time to adapt to this new body.
Then Francis dug out a pair of torn work clothes from the rubble, put them on without thinking, and began to search for any 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 torso was basically intact.
However, only scattered skull fragments were found for the main driver, Sok, and the maintenance man, Shelby, and they were confirmed to have died in the accident.
Francis and Bing buried their two companions, collected the remaining materials and supplies from the flying boat, and began to examine this world.
This is a very ordinary desolate gravel world, with gravel and yellow sand everywhere, little wind, and only a dim sun that rises and sets.
When the sun rises, visibility is higher and there are thick clouds in the sky. When the sun sets, the whole world starts to fog up, becoming misty and visibility is extremely low.
Francis and Bing each carried a [Black Magic] on their backs to guard against possible enemies.
It took them two days to build a basic camp using the wreckage of the flying boat.
At the same time, they also officially confirmed that the magic well, the post 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 built statues of Yao and Fahai and prayed to them, but there seemed to be no response from the statues.
Then they built a low wall of stones to serve as an outer defense of the camp.
On the fourth day after they came into this world, a strange visitor arrived.
"Hello, strangers, can you understand what I am saying?" The visitor waved his hands and spoke in strange syllables.
Fortunately, the mind-stimulating mint is still there, so communication is not a problem.
"I have no ill intentions. I just saw that you seemed to have fallen within the territory of our country, so I came all the way to check it out."
Francis and Bing looked at each other.
The visitor was a young man with a friendly face and a friendly attitude.
He was slightly taller than the two navigators, dressed in a gorgeous and complicated long robe and a peacock feather crown on his head. He looked like a nobleman or a singer and dancer from some country.
There's just one problem.
He is a piece of paper walking upright.
It's a paper man.
(End of this chapter)