"The entanglement of the power of time is indeed difficult, but there is always a way to break it."
Martin tapped the control console with his fingertips. As soon as he finished speaking, the battlefield scene on the big screen switched to another figure - Malcador standing in front of a huge biological culture chamber.
In the background is the wriggling pale pink hull, and blood vessel-like energy veins pulsate slowly on the bulkhead.
"Your Majesty, the core cultivation of the biological battleship is complete!"
Malcador's voice was filled with excitement. He raised his hand to indicate the incubation chamber behind him. The prototype of the warship in the chamber was expanding as energy was injected. The biological armor at the bow of the ship automatically closed, revealing a mirror-smooth surface.
"The neural link system has been debugged. The simulated sea trial just now perfectly adapted to the pilot's consciousness. After the official sea trial returns in three days, the production line will be fully operational."
Martin looked at the battleship on the screen that was emitting the breath of life, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Those "living ships" that can repair themselves and evolve with the battle situation are powerful weapons on the battlefield.
Now, his men will also have such combat power.
"very good."
A smile appeared on his lips, and his fingertips slid across the parameters of the biological battleship on the screen.
"Have the pilots on the trial voyage pay attention to recording biological reactions during space jumps, especially adaptations to areas of temporal disturbance."
Malcador nodded immediately. "Understood! I'll monitor the trial data throughout the entire process to ensure that everything is flawless during mass production."
After the communication was cut off, Martin looked at the shadow of the biological battleship remaining on the screen, and his mood gradually relaxed.
The Time Sand Mecha relies on the rules of time, while the core of the biological battleship is active energy. Perhaps it is possible to find flaws in the collision of rules.
"Three days..." He muttered to himself, turning his head to look out the window at the deep void, "It's enough to make those waiting forces nervous for a while."
The flagship's engines hummed steadily as it continued to sail towards the predetermined coordinates.
And in the distant intermediate technological plane, the biological warship that was about to start sea trials was slowly opening its newborn "eyes", and a light golden energy light lit up in the bridge.
After several precise space jumps, Martin's fleet arrived at the outskirts of the supply plane like a ghost.
The huge ring structure of the star port slowly rotates in the void, and countless cargo ships shuttle back and forth, transporting energy crystals and war supplies to the docking area.
Martin's flagship docked steadily at the designated berth, and the energy docking arm quickly completed the docking and began to replenish the dark matter fuel needed for the jump.
He contacted the Crypt Clan leader deep in the Gods' Plane in his mind. The Crypt Clan leader's old and hoarse voice rang out in his mind.
"What are your commands, Your Majesty?"
"Bring thirty elite members of your tribe who are skilled in tunneling and energy shielding, and immediately resupply Plane A-667."
Martin's voice clearly entered the other party's consciousness, "There is an infiltration mission that requires your ability."
"Yes, sir."
The Crypt Chief didn't hesitate at all.
The underground clan has lived deep in the rock strata for generations and is best at opening secret passages within solid celestial bodies.
The energy shielding technique within their clan can block all conventional detection, making them the perfect choice for carrying out infiltration missions.
A moment later, at the temporary entrance between the Gods' Plane and the Supply Plane, a specially designed shuttle was waiting there - this was the model that Malcador had deployed in advance.
The hull is made of the dark alloy familiar to the Cryptids, and the interior space has been modified to suit their cave-dwelling habits.
The Crypt Chief walked out of the passage with thirty elites. They were wearing rock armor embedded with glowing crystals, and there was still rock powder between their fingers and claws.
After a brief handover with the pick-up personnel sent by Malcador, the group quickly boarded the ship.
The shuttle's engine emitted a low hum, and it turned and rushed towards the coordinates of the A-667 starport like a black lightning.
Inside the starport flagship, Martin watched the rapidly approaching shuttle ship signal on the screen, and drew an arc on the star map with his fingertips - that was the distribution map of the energy defense belt outside the core of the matrix.
"Matrix Galaxy, the time power of the Time Sand Mecha, I am really envious of it."
He muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes, "I wonder if this technique can be used on Dragon Knights or Golden Behemoths."
The starport in the supply plane was brightly lit, and no one noticed the inconspicuous shuttle quietly entering.
The shuttle's engine spewed out a light blue tail flame, drawing an arc in the starport lights of the supply plane A-667, and slowly entered the jump channel.
Inside the ship, the Crypt Chief, facing a holographic star map, repeated the mission details to the Crypt's elites: "After arriving at the outskirts of the Matrix Era, first dive deep into the rock formations within the Matrix Era, using energy shielding to conceal your tracks. Once you receive a signal from His Majesty, dig along the pre-set route. Your target is the third-layer energy hub at the core of the Matrix."
The elites responded in deep voices, tapping lightly with their claws on the alloy plates of the bulkhead. This was a secret signal to convey their determination within their tribe.
In the observation deck of the starport, Martin stood by the railing, his eyes following the direction where the shuttle disappeared.
Outside the porthole, the energy tower of the star port flickered with regular light, and the cargo ships in the distance were still busy loading and unloading supplies. Everything seemed calm, but there was a hidden tension of an impending storm.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about the digging efficiency of the underground clan. It's just that there are a large number of energy crystals mixed in the rock strata of the Matrix Era, which may interfere with their shielding skills." Kage's voice came from behind, with a hint of worry.
Martin turned around and tapped the virtual panel with his fingertips to call up the geological analysis report of the Matrix Era.
"That's exactly why I chose them. The Cryptids can determine their path by the energy flow in the rock formations. For them, those crystals are actually natural signposts."
He looked towards the direction of the Matrix Era, where the void was shrouded in a thick layer of energy mist, like the open throat of a giant beast.
"The old emperor has put all his attention on calculations, thinking that he can rest easy if he lets those forces cause trouble for him. It's simply a joke. How can we justify his calculations if we don't cause him some trouble?"
There was a hint of coldness in Martin's voice.
The light from the observation deck reflected on the side of his face, half bright and half hidden in shadow.
The shuttle's jump signal has completely disappeared from the monitoring screen, like a stone thrown into the deep sea, silent but destined to cause huge waves on the other side.
Martin muttered to himself, a sharp gleam in his eyes.
"You schemed against me, and I took your skills. It's fair, isn't it?"
The wind from the starport blew through the vents of the observation deck, carrying with it the scent of metal and energy.
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