This is a metal planet that is not very large.
The location of the metal planet is exactly 0.1 light years outside the edge of the galactic center dome.
It does not exist in isolation, but is part of an extremely large unnatural creation system.
It can be regarded as a part of a huge machine.
This machine is named the Galactic Center Iron Wall Chain Array by anthropologists. It covers the outside of the galactic center dome and is composed of countless artificial planets.
The countless stars in the galactic center inside the dome release a lot of light every moment. The space here has an inexhaustible supply of light energy.
After sending out three fleets at once and still failing to break through the human defense line, and the war situation once again entered a stalemate, the compound eyes consumed a huge population and resources, and spent twenty years to build this chain array outside the dome of the galactic center. The
chain array consists of as many as 10 billion planets, forming an olive-shaped structure about 2.2 light years high around the galactic center in the center of the Milky Way.
The composition, function, and species of different planets are more or less different. There are both metal fortresses and blue planets like the earth, as well as pure rock geothermal stars that do not have an atmosphere but are particularly suitable for the growth of silicon-based life. There are even energy life colonies that have no physical form at all and are only composed of strong space-bound magnetic fields.
It is obvious that the Compound Eyes have thrown out all the technologies and all the slave species accumulated in the countless years of exploring the Milky Way.
The planets are tightly linked to each other by directional enhanced space-type gravitational beams, forming a chain mesh structure.
The chain array has three major functions.
First, it monitors the surrounding space through interlocking detection fields to prevent human special combat units and detectors from approaching the galactic center dome.
Second, this is the productivity core of the Compound Eyes. Its products include ships, armaments, slave population, scientific and technological resources, and all other material and non-material resources.
Third, it is a military defense fortress line that can be called a copper wall and an iron wall.
For more than 20 years, the Iron Wall Chain Array has served as the last solid line of defense in front of the Silver Center Dome, while continuously transporting troops to the outside, causing great obstacles to the next move of mankind, and threatening the human heartland at all times, making mankind deeply disgusted and distressed, but helpless.
Since 2982, after mankind has completely established a foothold in the Cloud Top Star Region and pinned the three new fleets dispatched by the Compound Eyes in front of the Cloud Top War Zone, such human special forces have infiltrated the Silver Center for small-scale raids every day.
Three days ago, a small-scale battle broke out near this metal planet. The remote commander who carried out the battle was Tang Tianxin.
Nearly one hundred high-speed warships of mankind suddenly turned here and launched a surprise attack on this unnatural metal planet bathed in the light of many high-lumen star clusters.
Sensing the approach of the enemy ship, nearly 10 million large and small compound eye army combat units lurking near the metal planet brazenly tore off their disguises and rushed in from all directions.
The battle lasted less than ten minutes before the human fleet was completely destroyed. Only one highly manned command ship with strong mobility and protection escaped unscathed, while all other unmanned intelligent warships of various types were destroyed.
This battle did not cause much commotion, as the compound eyes had completely adapted to this meaningless small-scale sneak attack by humans and had become numb.
Three days had passed by then, and the smoke had dissipated. The metal fragments that had been shattered and melted had already solidified.
A small number of high-energy batteries that had been blown open were still rising and spewing particle flames, dotting the empty starry sky like short-lived stars.
In space, debris of various shapes and sizes are floating around.
Most of them are from destroyed human ships, and only a small part is from the compound eye fleet.
Countless fingernail-sized ladybug-shaped beetles are wandering around in this war zone full of debris.
The beetle's flying method is very primitive. It flaps its wings wildly at a very high frequency, relying on constantly changing the angle of its small wings to form a thrust difference between the front and back, and achieves energy-saving low-speed movement by colliding its wings with the extremely low-density space particles in the universe.
Beetles swarmed around like bees, sometimes landing on large or small war-damaged wreckage, biting their jaws and spewing acid from their mouths, breaking up whole pieces of recyclable wreckage into micron-sized particles, and then carrying these particles to the ten-foot-long unmanned mother ship patrolling not far away, where they were continuously collected, integrated, and transported by the small mother ship.
Of course, some beetles were particularly unlucky. They had clearly detected a place with recyclable energy and flew over in groups, but the high-energy battery they were targeting just happened to explode. A large group of beetles were roasted and melted on the spot.
But the amazing thing is that these beetles that melted into liquid metal balls will temporarily be in a state of suspended animation, floating quietly. After completely cooling down, after at least two hours and at most three or four hours, the beetles that should have been dead can slowly recover their mobility and continue to look for resources on the battlefield and transport them to the patrol mothership.
These beetles are the primary resource recycling machines of the purely mechanical life forms of the epiphyseal race living on the metal planet.
The total time for space garbage recycling is nearly a week.
The originally chaotic space environment has returned to clarity.
A giant transport ship about 200 kilometers long slowly turned around, stretched out two huge wings with a width of thousands of kilometers, and gently flapped them, floating towards a satellite orbiting a metal planet not far away.
The diameter of this satellite is nearly 1,000 kilometers, and visually it does not look as big as the transport ship.
When the two are getting closer and closer, the giant transport ship quickly retracts its wings, and a round hole like a whirlpool opens on one side of the satellite.
Accompanied by a loud bang, smoke and dust splashed in the vacuum environment, and the giant ship plunged into the surface of the satellite, half submerged inside, and the two completed docking.
The tail of the giant ship slowly opened like a petal, and the piled-up metal particles poured out in all directions. In the
middle of the giant ship, a horizontal fan began to rotate. A
large amount of metal particles floated up like dust.
The low G value caused some metal particles to float in the air, flying very far away, with a very slow parabola.
The force of the horizontal fan was controlled just right.
After about a few hours, most of the metal particles were evenly distributed to various areas on the surface of the satellite.
The horizontal fan stopped rotating.
At the same time, the beetles that were previously responsible for collecting resources in space flew out of the mother ship again, began to change their forms, and quickly assembled into a series of shovel trucks with "vacuum cleaners" at the tail, collecting the metal particles evenly distributed on the surface of the satellite and transporting them to one tower after another.
In the tower, these metal dust particles will be re-refined into whole pieces of specific metals according to demand to meet the daily production and life needs of the epiphyseal race on the metal planet below.
"Captain, when do we start to act?"
An extremely weak quantum consciousness quietly said in an inconspicuous metal particle with a diameter of only 1 mm.
"Don't worry, wait until Li Qingqing and Pinkett finish their technical analysis of the beetle. Our first bionic target is this beetle."
"Okay. Come on, Li Qingqing!"
"Don't bother me, Edgar. I'm busy. Shut up!"
"Okay."
This sand-like metal particle is the cabin of the Flying Tigers who participated in the finals of the Imperial Military Competition and entered the third front.
Thirty nano-micro robots that are remotely controlled by the whole brain connection are crowded together.
The original technology of these micro-robots originated from the Lieyang 3 galaxy and was used in the full military competition for the first time.
Although its shape is extremely small, it is a cutting-edge creation of human technology, integrating multiple functions such as remote control and high-energy simulation.
This is the first time that humans have put an all-around chip with super high computing power into a nano-scale device.
Although the ultra-micro robot is small, its potential for comprehensive special warfare functions is not inferior to that of large combat robots. It just needs time to continuously collect external resources, perform bionic lurking, and then expand its functions a little bit to exert its true capabilities. It is the perfect choice for remote intervention in the third front.
A total of 160,000 teams in the advanced group finals control nearly 5 million ultra-micro robots, most of which have been disguised as usable space junk and taken to the satellite by beetles.
The mission of the 3007 senior team is to use this brand new equipment to successfully infiltrate and fully control this extremely important metal planet, which serves as the hub of the Silver Core Chain Array.
The previous raid was just a pretense of Xiang Zhuang's swordplay, pretending to carry out an impossible sneak attack, with the real purpose of sending cutting-edge spy equipment controlled remotely by millions of elite humans to the metal planet.
The Flying Tigers were lucky and were not accidentally injured in the previous raid.
However, there were also unlucky ones who were eliminated early before they even entered the Novice Village.
But it was not just a matter of luck. Each team had a long time to prepare before the submarine fleet set out, and each team could choose their own lurking location on the intelligent battleship.
Some teams chose the inner wall of the battleship's central cabin, thinking it was the safest place, but it turned out to be the enemy's main attack point, and the enemy units that rushed in threw a high-explosive bomb at them, and they were instantly destroyed.
Some teams chose the medium engine nozzle, thinking that after the battle started, they could blend in with the particle flow spit out by the engine nozzle and be blown out directly. As a result, the battleship was attacked from behind by the enemy's cannon that suddenly appeared from behind, and it was also a waste.
Zheng Feng, however, took a risky move and adjusted the metal particles controlled by the Flying Tigers to the front end of the muzzle of the intelligent battleship's telescopic gun.
The gun was cut neatly from top to bottom by two opposing cooperative units using the Great Unified Force cutting line. The Flying Tigers, who were attached to the edge of the muzzle, became an inconspicuous piece of useless garbage on the battlefield along with the broken barrel.
There were also other unlucky guys who chose the shell of the hypernuclear baryonic kinetic artillery shell and successfully left the ship. As a result, the Epiphyseal Clan seemed unable to use this hypernuclear baryonic material, and the beetles did not come to collect it at all. Until now, the members of those unlucky teams were staring at each other, and no one could do anything. The metal particles they belonged to were still floating alone in space, and no one knew where they would eventually go, but they certainly had no chance of participating in the competition.
Time passed slowly, and three full days later, when the Flying Tigers' metal particle capsule was about to be sent into the smelter, Li Qingqing finally completed a comprehensive analysis of the mechanical beetle.
An extremely fine fiber stretched out from the surface of the ultra-micro-robot controlled by Zheng Feng, grabbed the micro-powered control rod at a corner of the inner side of the capsule, and gently pulled it
. This inconspicuous particle bounced up a few meters before being rolled into the smelter feed port, and then fell on the metal floor with a thud, and then swayed and rolled away along the uneven ground.
Pickett, who was carrying out the next step of analysis and design, complained, "Li Qingqing, you are too slow."
Li Qingqing said angrily, "Can you blame me for this? Do you know how low the radiation flux of Mata's scanner is and how fuzzy the modeling is for me? I can calculate the physiological structure of the adaptive metal in the beetle based on this sparse drawing. It's already an extraordinary performance, okay?"
Morrison Scott, who was responsible for observing the competition notification network at any time, interrupted and said, "Stop arguing. I see that some participating teams have completed the first stage of bionic dynamics."
"What team is so perverted!" Li Qingqing screamed.
Mata Nicklaus reminded, "We are now participating in the advanced group competition."
Li Qingqing reacted, "That's right. Alas... this is too..."
"What are you talking about? Bullying people of the same age is not a skill. We are the Flying Tigers and we are here to make a name for ourselves. We must at least be in the top 1,000."
Morrison: "Edgar said it well!"
Punkt: "Shut up, everyone. I have calculated the first material requirement. Mata, can you turn on the linear scanner and scan the larger piece of blue metal thirty meters in front of us?"
After a few minutes, Punkt breathed a sigh of relief, "This is it !" That's the material we want. Captain..."
Zheng Feng: "Don't worry, dig a 5mm deep hole in the ground and hide in it. Mata, after Edgar, Lev and I go out, you guys put out the fiber rope, and remember to make sure it takes root firmly, don't let it get sucked away."
Mata: "Okay, Captain."
Three smaller "dusts" rolled out from the edge of a small hole that can only be seen with an optical microscope.
"Edgar, turn your early warning scanner to maximum power."
"OK!"
"Lev, you go in front and use your power first. I will use the light energy collector to replenish energy."
After all, they are nano-scale micro-robots with limited energy. The three of them will use their small bodies to drag the alloy with a total mass of 2 grams, which will consume a lot of energy. They have to use it sparingly, lest they go out and can't come back.
Time passed little by little, and after dodging two rounds of regular beetles' seemingly intentional patrols and sweeps, the three micro-robots finally moved to the piece of metal designated by Punkt.
The three robots first dispersed and stood in a triangle, surrounding the metal in the middle, and each extended a fiber structure, coiling around it in circles to bind the alloy.
At this time, Morrison's voice came from the communicator again: "OMG! A team has transformed a bionic disguise robot as big as a fist! Are you crazy!"
Pincht: "With this size, it should be the intelligent mining device of the Axis Tribe! So fast!"
Morrison: "Thousands of teams have completed the first stage of bionics!"
The atmosphere in the communication channel gradually became a little solemn.
Even Zheng Feng had to sigh that the competition was too fierce, worthy of being a high-level group.
But he pretended not to care and said, "It's okay. We are all just on the satellite now. We haven't landed on the epiphyseal metal planet yet. This is only the first step of a long journey. Laughing first is not laughing, laughing to the end is laughing. Compared to those so-called advanced classes that haven't even landed, we have already taken the first step very steadily. Don't underestimate yourself."
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In another secret chat room, Zhou Donglai said cheerfully, "As expected of a sage, you are really good at boosting morale."
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