Chapter 40 Maze Date

First Fortress. Meeting in progress.

When the formation progress of the energy field surface simulation image reached 80%, Chris, who had just completed the mission, walked in and sat at the end of the conference table under the guidance of Secretary Albert, looking tired and dusty.

Mary stood up on her own initiative, moved to Chris's side, whispered a few words, and handed her the computer data in her hand. Chris quickly understood the situation, looked up and saw Albert looking at him, and the two exchanged a secret and tacit look.

"Simulation progress 100%...wormhole exit location coordinates generated..."

AI Xingyue's cool mechanical sound rang out, and the simulation results came out. However, to everyone's surprise, the specific location coordinates of the wormhole exit turned out to be a variable function. On the three-dimensional 3D sandbox, the original sub-type III wormhole model showed an inverted gourd shape with a bottle mouth that was constantly twisting and changing. At first glance, it looked like a worm that was looking for food with its head down, twisting slowly on the fluctuating surface.

The location of this constantly fluctuating curved surface is the "Universe Desolate Zone" where the Queen's nest is located.

Thousands of years ago, humans completely expelled the Zerg Queen and forced the Zerg away from the place where humans reproduce. Since then, except for sporadic and long-lasting battles in the defense star field where the First Fortress is stationed, the human central galaxy has no longer been worried about the Zerg disaster.

On one side, the Zerg tribe's defense line is enduring and bloody, while on the other side, the imperial capital Yinxing is a place of peace and prosperity where people only talk about love and romance and not state affairs.

As for the "universe's end", it is a term that has long been forgotten by the people.

It was an absolutely desolate place.

Apart from the pirates of the Siren Galaxy and the criminals of other galaxies who covet the materials of the Zerg and carry out smuggling and hunting activities, no one is interested in this place where the material energy is so scarce that even a slightly larger planetary belt can hardly be formed.

"Insufficient data on 'The End of the Universe'... Requesting to connect with the UFO intelligence network... to share relevant data..."

Xingyue made this request because the AI ​​UFO was once a banned artificial base computer, and its database contains unofficial data accumulated by generations of space adventurers.

And now, clearly, the time has come when they are needed.

Fitzgerald entrusted Chris with the control of the UFO AI. She activated the temporary sovereignty and turned on the AI ​​that had been forced into hibernation before the "Star Leap Repulsion".

"Information synchronization 89%... Information synchronization completed..."

The model of material ejection from a sub-type III wormhole is finally complete!

Albert asked, "Chris, how far has the Sun Swallow's modification progressed? Can we go to the designated coordinates to pick her up?"

"The outer ship is still 40% short of completion, but the inner ship is ready," Chris said. "The new shuttle has passed the test with the biological ship of the Sun Swallow, so this is a good time to test it in practice."

Albert agreed. Although he always thought he was unreliable, whenever Fitzgerald was not around, Albert always completed his tasks very well.

It can be said that the person who understood him best was not Albert himself, but his friend who was like a teacher and a brother to him.

"Quantum communication request has been sent, waiting for the commander to pick up."

Ever since she came back and found out that 'Hall' was that prince, Mary has been feeling slightly uneasy, constantly reflecting on whether this mission had left any bad impression on that prince.

During the few minutes of waiting for the call to be connected, Holdman, who was lazily lying on the table, suddenly said, "UFO, send the data of the omega named Naya in the laboratory to my terminal."

"S5-level military secret, please enter your permission." The UFO, which had uninstalled the emotional component, restored its default cold mechanical voice.

Holdman was choked. That was the same data confidentiality level as the Sun-Eating Beast Core...this Fitz!

Having been coldly rejected by the ruthless reality, Holdman fell into an even more gripping curiosity: in what direction will this rare species of omega evolve?

If he had the data from her previous experiments on the UFO, he should be able to figure it out quickly.

Looking at the twisted smile on Holdman's face as he was lost in thought, Chris, who had once been regarded as a 'seed' of curiosity by Holdman, had a blank expression on his face.

That's a cute and delicate omega.

But since I've been drawn to the curiosity of that perverted old man Holderman, I'd better forget it!

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This "precious species" that Chris cared about and Holdman was curious about its evolutionary direction was now lying unconsciously in someone's arms.

This is an empty, void place. The entrance and exit of a wormhole maze.

The space storm calmed down for the time being.

Fitzgerald held the exhausted and sleeping omega in his arms, stood up in the space capsule, and took out the mecha button from his armband.

The dark and cold humanoid mecha 'Dark Flame' appeared in the void in its fully armored form.

The difference from before the transformation is that the lines of the Dark Flame's body are smoother and more solid. The Dark Flame has been modified with a new antimatter energy core. The weight of the body in the reinstalled state is reduced by 1/3 compared to before, but the intimidation it exudes is even more powerful!

And there is a layer of faint purple light shrouding its body which is full of mechanical beauty.

That is the core secret of the mecha transformation project led by Chris this time!

After generating power through the antimatter energy engine, the matter is stripped from the outer shell of the Sun Devourer Core for transformation and mediation, and finally artificial energy that is extremely similar to the space fluctuations of the original Sun Devourer Core is successfully simulated.

Not only is it enough to withstand space-time accidents similar to the last wormhole collapse, it is also more than enough to cope with energy shocks below human civilization level II++!

Fitzgerald lowered his eyelids slightly and established a direct mental link with An Yan without any medium.

As if it had a soul, the mecha Dark Flame moved, displaying a silent language. This huge metal creation carefully squatted down, knelt on its left knee, and stroked its chest with one hand.

With the other hand, he gently held the space capsule in his palm and slowly placed it into his control room located in his chest.

That was the etiquette of knights in the ancient empire. Except for being used as a declaration to express loyalty to the royal family at the ceremony of ennobling one's knighthood, it has long been no longer used in today's society.

In the ancient social etiquette of AO, this half-squatting and kneeling posture represents more of a sincerity in courtship and a declaration of lifelong loyalty.

However, this time-honored tradition is no longer prevalent in today's AO relationships, which are mainly based on genetic database matching.

In this void of time and space, the tall humanoid mecha carefully holds the semi-elliptical transparent space capsule, just like carefully holding a beautiful dream that is easily awakened and fragile.

The mecha 'Dark Flame', which was in a fully reloaded state, started up.

After Fitzgerald entered the control room of Dark Flame, he looked down at the short-haired girl in his arms to see if she had been startled by the movement. She seemed to have sensed something, but she just grumbled and curled up to squeeze into his arms again.

Facing Su Xi's subconscious trust, the usually cold and hard man froze for a moment. In their previous interactions, there were fierce confrontations, sexy kisses, and annoyance of pretending not to know each other, but there was no such defenseless trust.

The sweet and soft omega nestled in his arms, as if it was born to be there. The rich pheromones, with a completely defenseless scent, opened up to him completely, sending out an unconscious invitation.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions.

Inside An Yan's body, in the control room designed only for combat and training, there was no soft bed specially prepared for rest. Fitzgerald looked around, sat down on the driver's seat, adjusted the seat slightly, and still held her steadily.

The intelligent system sensed the presence of its master, and its U-linked light blue tentacles reached out to Fitzgerald's forehead, preparing for deep neural connection between man and machine.

He looked down at Su Xi, who seemed to be disturbed by the slight noise and was not very stable. He waved his hand and took away the neural interface that came forward. At the same time, he turned off the interface inside the mecha and hid the manual operating device that was unnecessary. Now the entire internal space immediately became clean and spacious.

He thought that maybe the interior could be renovated next time An Yan was renovated. She seemed to like the Sun Swallow very much. An Yan's internal control cabin could also adopt the space folding technology and nano-plastic materials of the Sun Swallow's living cabin.

Fitzgerald closed his eyes slightly and switched to An Yan's perspective.

At this moment, the dark and cold body was his extended body. Dark Flame drew out his light blade, intending to break through the space that was about to be stormy.

As for the so-called wormhole maze, it is nothing in the face of sufficiently strong power.

Interstellar humans have evolved in leaps and bounds for thousands of years. In addition to strengthening their bodies, they have also made various creatures stronger!

But just as An Yan raised his sword to strike, he sensed a strange fluctuation in space, and the thing that had been secretly following him could no longer hold back and was about to jump out.

With a slightly cold look in his eyes, he had to stand up and place the omega in his arms on the not-so-flat and comfortable seat.

Just as Fitzgerald stepped out of the Mecha Dark Flame, the tall and cold humanoid mechanical creature silently and gracefully spread out the six wings on its back. Its slightly opened right hand clenched into a fist and placed it across its chest. Part of its left hand transformed into a metal defensive shield, which was faintly covered with a purple light.

This is an absolute defensive state.

"Come out." The powerful mental force sent out signals, which spread out in waves in this empty space.

In the originally calm and empty static space, a strange fluctuation began to occur, as if something was tentatively shaking the carpet of space a few times. Different from the violent distortion felt in the previous experience, this feeling seemed much gentler.

It seemed like just a timid and unconfident temptation.

"Aren't you coming out?" The man's face was solemn. Through the long-distance mental link, the purple light on the body of the mecha Dark Flame gradually brightened! The surrounding environment was gradually bright and clear!

Buzz—a silent explosion!

Wherever the purple light illuminates, it is as if the fireworks of hell are burning filthily, and at the very edge of the fireworks are the twisted ashes of confrontation making the final struggle!

Squeak-squeak-squeak——

The sharp and rapid energy waves were fleeing in all directions under the pursuit of the purple light! The speed was so fast that it looked like a series of blue-green arcs running non-stop! It dared not be contaminated by the purple light, nor did it dare to escape from the only safe place in this wormhole.

The man was there, defenseless.

This is not just the strength of the physical body. In this void and chaotic space, there is no up or down, no front or back, and no refraction of color waves. There is only a strong existence that is close to the peak of evolution.

If one must describe it in three-dimensional terms, this tall, red-haired alpha stood expressionlessly on the tip of one of the six wings, his eyes arrogant and cold, his tall body colliding with the fluctuating force field of space, solidifying and then etherealizing, and then solidifying again.

Between the real and the virtual, there are five small energy vortices in the three parts of his head, chest, and abdomen, looming. They move slowly in their own directions, interconnected yet independent of each other.

That is the 'Five Chakras of the Human Body', the secret of the evolution and subversion of the royal gene 'Gerald Bloodline'.

Fitzgerald mobilized Dark Flame's energy field in the mental link, and the purple light gradually gathered on his body, and then he raised his hand.

The ripples of the space carpet stopped! The blue-green light was held in the purple light ball!

Just as Fitzgerald was about to make a final desperate move, a slight residual fluctuation of mental power caught his attention.

That is a spiritual imprint with "imperial consciousness".

He changed his mind, tied it up and brought it to him.

This was undoubtedly a king-level space-hopping insect. Moreover, it was an incomplete hatch after consuming energy. Its eight extremely thin long legs were making their last dying struggle in the restraint of the purple energy field. Its scarlet compound eyes flashed with hatred and viciousness, and its back, which was originally covered with armor, was obviously not fully developed yet, with only a half-eaten human face.

Suxi has always wanted to bring back to Leila Assay's old friend, Inner Mongolian Dazuowei.

From the outside, Inner Munda's face was still that mediocre beta with a triangular beard, but his originally brown eyes were now filled with dark pigment, which gradually spread to the entire white of his eyes and gradually split upwards at the corners of his eyes.

It howled silently, greedily emitting its dying desire in the form of an energy wave towards the Dark Flame mecha control room.

"It smells...very nice..."

“Very…delicious…”

"The smell is full of #@￥energy... the smell of spiritual energy..."

"Please... give me some more..."

Inner Mongolia Dazuo, who was once an outstanding new spy in the Anbu, has become a parasitic and mentally mutated insectoid!

Fitzgerald's eyes flashed with grief, and his mind was divided into several threads, probing into the insectoid's brain for a thorough and detailed investigation, but the situation was disappointing! Nemonda's consciousness had been completely devoured by the insect core! Only the secret truth command left by Holdman and some residual basic physiological common sense of human beings remained.

He clenched his fist tightly and had to kill the insectoid that had devoured Inner Munda with his own hands.

Looking at the gray human face that looked like a tumor on the back of the insect corpse.

With the most formal military ceremony of the Empire. A moment of silence.

Sacrifice is inevitable, he has experienced too much. Whether it is the experience of the heir of the throne for more than 200 years after being hatched from the natural human reproduction center, or the memory carried in the genes and passed down from thousands of years ago, whether it is the oppression of humans by alien races to the point of almost complete extinction, or the killing of the same race, or the new humans conquering other races on alien planets after becoming the overlord of the stars... the same scene is always cruelly repeated.

But this time, in addition to the numb heaviness, there seemed to be a different psychological fluctuation. He stood on the wing tip of the six wings, and through the mental link with An Yan, he activated the camera inside the mecha body and saw Su Xi half-leaning on the operating chair in the control cabin. At this moment, she turned over uncomfortably and seemed to be waking up.

Fitzgerald immediately set about cleaning up the remaining worm core material, peeling off its black skin, and then reforging it with his mental power. He always looked down on the piece of "junk" in her hand.

Above the void, a tall humanoid six-winged mecha stood silently in an absolute protective posture. On the sharp and elegant six-wing tips, a human figure ignited an ice-blue spiritual flame. In the deep blue core of the flame, a strand of fiery red substance was faintly beating.

He used his own original power to forge this material. The icy blue mental force guided the beautiful silver threads to move repeatedly on the dark insect armor material, carving fine patterns.

Due to material limitations, the final product was of low quality. The originally dark substance became a handful of transformable liquid silver, with extremely beautiful silver light shining in this chaotic wormhole maze.

He frowned slightly, reluctantly satisfied.

Fitzgerald, who had dealt with the aftermath neatly, jumped down from the six-winged wing.

Returned to An Yan's control room.

She's about to wake up.