louisehourcade Chapter 500 has been changed!
Chapter 500 has been changed!
After arriving at the Heavenly Crafts Hall, Mo Ling did not look at the communication record first. Instead, he pulled up the replay of the battle between the three black races and watched it twice.
The camera pauses at the point where the second black seed is pierced by the compressed purification pulse.
She slowed down the playback and stared at the almost invisible golden line.
"You took on three by yourself."
Zhang Yan was inspecting the damaged tube in his right shoulder without even looking up.
"The mecha has been modified."
Mo Ling didn't respond to that sentence. She turned off the playback and turned to the call log.
Two lines of text hung above the worktable.
After she finished reading, she tapped her fingertips on the armor plating.
"If no reply is received within three days, the mother body will return to the Ruins."
"right."
"At its current position and speed, how long would it take to arrive in a straight line?"
"About forty days." Zhang Yan sealed the damaged pipe. "But it will need to slow down, change direction, and then accelerate again. The actual arrival time may be between forty-five and fifty days."
Mo Ling re-entered the number into the projection table.
"Fifty days."
She looked at the chaos.
"How much more is needed for the final transformation of Tiangong?"
"We're working at full speed on the remaining parts of the outer frame, and we can finish it in three days. With the fine-tuning of the resonance calibrator and the system integration test, we'll finish it within five days."
"after?"
"Return to the solar system, enter the core of the sun to retrieve star crystals, and finally assemble them on the return journey."
"How many days will it take to return?"
"Four days for the maintainer's dedicated passage, half a day for the operation in the solar core, and twelve to fifteen days for assembly and calibration during the voyage."
Mo Ling quickly finished the calculation.
"A little over twenty days, with a buffer of more than twenty-five days remaining."
"The premise is that the mother body stops accelerating."
Zhang Yan packaged the Black race's communication records, the modified timeline, and the deduction of the parent body's changed course into the quantum entanglement channel.
It's early morning in Jinghai.
Nie Qingcheng is probably asleep.
After the data packet was sent, Zhang Yan looked towards the stars.
"Notify the technical team to switch to an assembly line for the outer frame assembly. Assemble the parts that come out first, without waiting for the entire set to be assembled."
"it is good."
Guan Xing walked to the door, then turned back.
You need to rest too.
"Wait for Mo Yuan to come."
Guan Xing didn't try to persuade him any further and went directly to the technical team.
Mo Ling remained at the worktable, where she retrieved the energy scan of the black remains and highlighted the outer shell components.
Zhang Yan asked, "What did you find?"
"Their shells are different from those of ordinary elite species; their carbon-based frameworks are mixed with high-melting-point lattice structures."
Mo Ling pulled up an old file.
"Eight thousand years ago, after my grandfather's attack, the Ruins of Guixu recovered some battlefield debris. The report mentioned that since that battle, the community has been manufacturing customized individuals for specific targets."
Zhang Yan took over the conversation.
"This batch of black people is specifically targeting the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship."
"Scanning frequency bands, attack patterns, shell structure—all optimized around the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman." Mo Ling put away the data. "Reconnaissance is the primary task; after discovering you, they have a secondary task."
"Kill them."
"right."
Zhang Yan offered no comment.
These three black people are not enough.
The next batch might not be the same.
The sound of a lift stopping came from outside the Heavenly Crafts Hall. Mo Yuan had arrived earlier than expected, with Mo Li following behind him, holding a control terminal the size of a tablet.
Mo Yuan went straight to the point after entering the room.
"Young Master, I've reviewed the communication records. The Elders' Council has already begun assessing the possibility of the mothership changing its course."
"The assessment can continue, but the strategy remains the same," Zhang Yan said. "Complete it within five days, then I'll leave with the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, and the Ruins will return to concealment. The Mother is chasing me, not this place."
"That's why I want to hand over what I need to you before you leave."
Mo Yuan looked at Mo Li.
Mo Li placed the control terminal on the worktable, and the ancient rune interface lit up layer by layer.
"Below the Heavenly Craft Hall, there is another sealed warehouse," Mo Yuan said. "At the beginning of the city's construction, the first generation of maintainers left behind a batch of automated combat units."
Zhang Yan looked up.
"Combat unit?"
"It operates without a pilot, relying on remote commands from the Heart of Heaven. Its materials are the same as those of the Four Spirits Mechs, but its design purpose is more singular."
"quantity."
One hundred and eight units.
Zhang Yan's finger hovered over the edge of the control terminal.
Mo Yuan continued, "Converted according to Earth's rating system, a single unit is roughly S-level upper-middle. Individually, it's not top-tier, but the underlying protocol has a built-in formation tactical matrix, and its collaborative combat power will double after networking."
One hundred and eight S-class mid-to-high-end units.
This is not equipment.
It is an army.
"Has it not been activated for 30,000 years?"
"After the maintainer leaves, no one has the privileges."
Mo Yuan took out a dark gold badge from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Zhang Yan.
"Only the Heart of the Celestial Craftsman can use the activation key."
He paused, his voice lowering.
"Young master, take them home."
Zhang Yan picked up the badge, and the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship immediately responded with warmth.
The frequencies match perfectly.
"Walk."
The elevator platform sank downwards towards the Tiangong Hall.
Once the metal door was opened, a strong scent of the same material wafted out.
The warehouse is oval-shaped with a low dome and a long axis that extends for hundreds of meters. There are 108 grooves on the ground.
Each recess contains a dark gold humanoid machine.
They are about three meters tall, with symmetrical limbs, no extra external attachments on their surface, and joint gaps so fine that they are almost invisible. Thirty thousand years of preservation have left no trace of rust on them.
Zhang Yan walked to the front row and affixed the badge to the chest of the first Ink Soldier.
The spirit of craftsmanship resonates with the emblem.
Golden light patterns emanated from the chest of the first Ink Soldier, spreading along its torso and limbs, then to the second and third, until the entire warehouse was illuminated by dark golden light spots.
One hundred and eight ink soldiers opened their eyes simultaneously.
All eyes turned to Zhang Yan.
A system notification popped up.
[The Ink Soldier Array has been integrated into the Chaos Remote Control Matrix]
[Formation tactical agreement ready]
Zhang Yan looked at the Mo Bing in the front row.
The metal mask was expressionless, but when those dark golden eyes lit up, it was as if someone had finally received a command after 30,000 years of slumber.
Zhang Yan spoke.
"go home."
One hundred and eight ink soldiers simultaneously knelt on one knee.
The sounds of metal kneeplates hitting the ground overlapped, echoing deep within the warehouse.
Mo Yuan and Mo Li stood at the back without saying a word.
Zhang Yan turned and walked towards the elevator platform.
We've got the cards we needed.
Five days later, I went home.