Chapter 25 Crisis Fight
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The first fortress. The center of air defense fortifications.
The huge suspended hub stands on the artificial planetary belt like a beacon tower. There is a link body for every cubic light meter, like a string of beads, guarding the entire suspended hub at the very center.
This huge olive-shaped defense hub is now in full magnetic shielding mode.
In the very center and deepest part of the fortifications, an invisible, thrilling one-on-one fight was taking place.
When Chris hurried to the scene of the sudden incident, Fitzgerald's adjutant Albert was also there, standing outside the cordon with a serious look on his face.
This is a white cocoon-shaped simulation field. At the moment, the field is in a mess and has been completely sealed by a transparent magnetic field. Inside the circular magnetic shield, the bionic white cocoon material has been destroyed into floc-like dust, like a small hurricane flying in it. Only vague figures and movements can be seen. Only the wildly trembling pointer on the monitoring device shows how crazy the energy fluctuations in the defensive magnetic shield are.
As the top psychic of the Empire, Fitzgerald was good at violent cracking, while the worm core psychic was good at framing and illusion. But at this moment, apart from the two psychics in confrontation, no one knew what was going on.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-
The red and blue values on the monitor screen rose and fell, showing a close fight.
Without even saying hello, Chris immediately handed the code box in his hand to the special biochemical team, and Kurt Loburn, who followed him, immediately started working.
"Before ordering the full magnetic shielding of the entire defense facility, His Highness prepared a civilian evacuation order that could take effect at any time, as well as related military deployment arrangements." Albert turned his head and glanced at Chris, and said, "Oh! There is also a crisis appointment letter."
"Another crisis appointment letter," he said in a low voice, "but I don't like the feeling of getting a promotion and a pay raise at all."
"I don't like it either, but if that really happens, I will support you." Chris said calmly, patting Albert on the shoulder. She knew the relationship between Albert and His Highness. Rather than being a prince and his deputy, they were more like brothers, and they were even closer than the real duke in name.
"That's not going to happen," Albert said. "I can't do what he expects me to do."
"But——"
"Even if the defense line collapses, the Imperial Crown Prince can be safe!" He snorted and glanced at Chris meaningfully, "Isn't that right?"
Chris's throat choked. She certainly understood what Albert meant. She turned to look at the work that was being done by Kurt Loburn. The biochemical team had already repaired the small simulated insect nest. Kurt Loburn was carefully taking out the mother liquor that Chris had brought back and trying to mix it in the right proportion.
Although Alisa's method managed to keep the insect core alive and the spirit alive, it failed to completely purify the insect core. It was more like an active locator of the enemy!
However, if the insect core of this generation is lost, the new generation of vibration simulators will not be able to be used stably, and a series of biological and chemical weapons such as brain wave suppressors and barriers for the new generation of insect soldiers will not be able to be updated!
The First Fortress will soon take off its most powerful armor and face millions of Zerg!
Born in the lower class, Chris Zoe witnessed the tragedy of the Zerg wreaking havoc in the civilian area. She and Albert have fundamentally different positions, but as her savior, boss and friend, Fitzgerald, even if she does not mention the interests of the Zoe family, she is willing to defend any interests of His Highness with her own life! But she could not watch Albert ignore the civilians and choose to sacrifice the fortifications first!
She touched the sword at her waist inconspicuously, remembering the secret warrant given to her by Fitzgerald.
Yes, Fitzgerald knew Albert well enough, both as her superior and as her childhood friend, to give her a secret warrant.
As a last resort, she didn't want to turn against Albert.
Kriszauer turned his eyes away and said in a hoarse voice, "I hope the new plan will be useful."
Inside the restricted area, Kotroborn and his special medical team are already busy, and the military chief of the defense works and the biological and chemical weapons team are working closely with them.
As a person with only a nominal title in the Department of Genetic Medicine, Chris Zowi could only stand inside the restricted area, looking at the numerical display on the monitor inside the restricted area, while he couldn't help but put his hands on his waist.
Albert’s face was solemn: “It must be useful!”
Otherwise, it would not just be the civilians of the First Fortress who would die. The old folks in the Imperial Star who had long been unable to contain themselves would probably all become restless.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, the situation in the defense field calmed down.
Fitzgerald opened his eyes, the first button of his military uniform still neatly fastened under his sexy Adam's apple, but there was something strange in his eyes, dark color filled his entire eyes, the inorganic coldness seemed to reflect the deepest darkness of the universe.
That is the insect eye feature of the insect king level!
"Your Highness! You--" Chris Zuowei couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and looked at Albert who looked suspicious.
Is the one who has awakened the first heir to the throne of the empire? Or is he an insectoid that has been mentally corrupted by the queen's insect core?
"It's okay," Fitzgerald said calmly, breaking the tense and terrifying atmosphere.
He picked up the yellowish translucent crystal in the culture dish with his bare hands, held it in front of his eyes, and observed the dark brown fluid flowing inside it like life. He chuckled softly, "If you don't step into the trap surrounded by thorns, you won't be able to retrieve the gem stained with the blood of the legless bird."
This is the first hymn of the fifth chapter of the imperial historical poem "The Abyss".
Criszo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fitzgerald: "It's just a boring trap." He then threw the insect core back into the culture dish with a dull thud.
When he opened his eyes again, his silver-grey eyes were calm and peaceful.
Fitzgerald rejected the director of the Medical Department's request to examine him again. He turned around and looked at the final cleaning and finishing work on the field. Rather than recuperating from his injuries, he wanted to see with his own eyes the final step of replacing the nucleus to be completed thoroughly. This was more important.
"Commander," Albert did not persuade him together with the director of the Medical Department, but stood beside him and talked about other things: "We have found the trace of Mentor Holderman, near the Hera star field of the Siren Galaxy..."
"Very good, we need him right now." Fitzgerald smiled and asked, "How did he end up in the Siren system?"
"Maybe," Albert smiled teasingly, "maybe he heard that a certain unpromising disciple was trapped on the UFO planet. In order to preserve his integrity in his later years and not to tarnish his reputation, even the long-lost 6S spiritual mentor had to run to the star pirate's lair with his old arms and legs to rescue him..."
Fitzgerald turned and stared at him, and Albert Shuren quickly turned serious.
Chris covered his mouth and laughed. Seeing Fitzgerald's eyes sweeping over him, he quickly cleared his cough and stood up straight.
I was actually... made fun of?
Fitzgerald asked, "Are there any other casualties?"
Albert returned to his normal reporting state: "Except for a few staff members whose mental strength was below S, everyone else is safe. All the work of the backup plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, don't worry!"
Not to mention that the atmosphere here was gradually relaxing and people were able to joke and talk, nor was it to mention how Kurt Loburn was sweating profusely as he stared at the last few steps.
In short, the magnetic field turmoil in the field has completely ended.
The newly constructed cocoon-shaped mother body rippled with a gentle low-frequency hum, and the eight biochemical forelimbs grafted onto it deftly took the insect nucleus that Fitzgerald threw into the culture dish back into its body.
The alarm that echoed throughout the base's special frequency band has ended!
The Eagle Squad, who were on standby at the front line, received a secret frequency notification to return to the team. All the team members breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to secretly return to the base headquarters. This proud army of the empire, the seventh-generation stealth combat mecha unit, turned around quickly in the air and ignited its thrusters to spray!
Only a faint trail of stardust remains in the quiet starry sky.
They soon dispersed, as if they had never been prepared for anything.
However, in the Zerg Planetary Belt 78 light years away, behind the huge meteorite, the Zerg information soldiers with huge moth wings waved their long tentacles in confusion, and then gently touched each other a few times in rhythm, transmitting the latest changes.
The dense army of vanguard beetles behind him retreated quietly like the tide.
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Siren Galaxy. Arale Star Region.
A huge triangular teleporter suddenly appeared above the Arale outpost space station. More than fifty small civilian shuttles emerged from the entrance of the triangular teleporter like rain, and rushed towards the outpost space station as if fleeing for their lives.
There was continuous artillery fire from behind, and a small mortar with the "Deathwing" logo was chasing closely behind, as if it was determined to kill it all.
However, when Layla Asai appeared outside the defense line in her Blast Beast Armor, this one-sided pursuit and slaughter ended unilaterally with overwhelming force. The golden and brown two-color painted mecha with eight engines not only coaxed the invaders into pieces, but also sent three antiparticle torpedoes into the opponent's long-range transmitter before returning in full force.
Inside the outpost's base, the alarm sounded from short and sharp to the regular two long and three short beeps.
Woo-la-woo-la-woo-la
Su Xi clicked the intercom to connect to the internal line, and four light screens vaguely surrounded the slender figure of the girl.
"Hi, Miss Su Xi," Foxtail Sasaki's voice echoed in the small room, "There will be a trade fair here tonight. As a distinguished guest of Arale, I hope you will not miss such an important trade fair."
"Thank you for the invitation. I will definitely participate when the time comes." Browsing the real-time situation of the base on the light screen, Su Xi smiled and replied: "If there is a place where the 'Arale Key' is needed on the spot, please tell me in advance to ensure a smooth transaction on the spot."
Both parties were talking with hidden meanings, and Foxtail Sasaki understood. "Then I'll wait for you to come," he said with a polite smile, paused for a moment, and finally said, "I'll send the details to your personal terminal now."
After hanging up the voice call with a ding, Su Xi checked the information sent by Foxtail.
Interstellar Circus? A mobile fortune fair?
Hmm. Looks like it's very interesting!
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