I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

This is a metal planet that is not huge.

The metal planet is located 0.1 light-years away from the edge of the galactic dome.

It does not exist in isolation, but is a part of a huge unnatural creation system.

Think of it as a part of a huge machine.

This machine was named by anthropologists as the Galactic Iron Wall Interlocking Array, which covers the outside of the Galactic Dome and is composed of numerous artificial planets.

The countless stars in the silver core inside the dome release a large amount of light to the outside at all times, and the space here has inexhaustible light energy.

After dispatching the three major fleets at one time and still failing to break through the human line of defense, the battle situation once again entered a stalemate and anxious state, the compound-eyes consumed a huge population and resources, and it took twenty years to build it outside the Silver Heart Dome. This chain formation.

The chain array is composed of as many as tens of billions of planets. In the center of the Milky Way galaxy, an olive-shaped structure is formed around the center of galaxy about 2.2 light years high.

The composition, function, and species of different planets are more or less different. There are both metal fortresses and blue planets like the earth, and pure rock geothermal stars that do not have an atmosphere but are particularly suitable for the growth of silicon-based life. There are no physical forms at all, but energy life settlements composed only of a powerful space-bound magnetic field.

Obviously, the compound-eyes have smashed all the technologies accumulated in the exploration of the galaxy for countless years, and all the slave species in a single brain.

The planets are rigidly linked with each other by a directional enhanced spatial gravitational beam, forming a chain network structure.

The chain array has three functions.

The first is to monitor the surrounding space through interlocking detection fields to prevent human special operations units and detectors from approaching the galactic dome.

Second, this is the core of the productivity of compound eyes. Its products include ships, armaments, slave population, science and technology, and all materialized and non-materialized resources.

Third, it can be called a military defense fortress front with copper and iron walls.

For more than 20 years, the Iron Wall Chain Formation has not only served as the last solid line of defense in front of the Silver Heart Dome Formation, but at the same time it has continuously sent troops to the outside world, which has caused great obstacles to the next move of mankind, and it is always It threatens the hinterland of mankind momentarily, and it is hateful to humans, but it is helpless.

Since 2982, mankind has completely taken a foothold in the Genting Star Territory. After the three new fleets dispatched by Compound Eyes are firmly nailed to the front of the Genting Theater, human special forces such as these have reversed infiltrated into the vicinity of Yinxin to conduct small-scale raids. Things happen every day.

Three days ago, a small-scale battle broke out near this metal planet. The remote commander who executed the battle was Tang Tianxin.

Nearly a hundred human high-speed warships suddenly leaped here, launching a surprise attack on this unnatural metal planet bathed in the light of numerous star clusters with extremely high lumens.

Perceiving the enemy ship approaching, nearly tens of millions of large and small compound-eye military combat units lurking near the metal planet brazenly tore off their camouflage and culled from all directions.

The battle lasted only less than ten minutes, and the human fleet declared the entire army annihilated. Only one manned command ship with extremely strong mobility and protection capabilities retreated. All other unmanned intelligent warships of various types were destroyed.

This battle did not cause too much disturbance, and the meaningless small-scale sneak attack by the compound-eyes on humans has completely adapted to numbness.

At this time, three days had passed, the gunpowder smoke had dispersed, and the shattered and melted metal fragments had already solidified.

There are also a small part of the high-energy batteries that have been blasted up, spewing particle flames, dotted in the empty starry sky, like short-lived stars.

In space, one after another, large or small, wreckage of various shapes wafted randomly.

Most of the wreckage came from destroyed human ships, and only a small part came from the compound eye fleet.

Numerous beetles the size of fingernails and the shape of ladybugs are wandering around in this war zone full of debris.

The flying method of the beetle is very primitive. It **** its wings frantically at a very high frequency, and relies on constantly changing the angle of the small wings to form a front and rear thrust difference. The wings collide with the extremely low-density space particles in the universe to achieve energy-saving low-speed movement.

The beetles swam around like a swarm, sometimes falling on large or small battle-damaged remains, biting their jaws, spraying acid in their mouths, bit by bit, dismantling the whole piece of recyclable remains into micron-sized pieces. The tiny particles will then fly to the Zhang Xu long unmanned mothership, which is patrolling not far away, with these particles, where they will be continuously collected and integrated by the small mothership before being transported.

Of course, some beetles are also particularly unlucky. They clearly detected that there was recyclable energy somewhere and flew past in droves. As a result, the high-energy battery that was targeted just exploded. A large group of beetles were roasted to melt on the spot.

But the amazing thing is that these beetles that melt into liquid metal **** will be in a state of temporary suspended animation, floating quietly. When they are completely cooled, they will pass by as little as two hours, as long as three or four hours, but the beetles that should have died completely It can slowly restore its mobility, continue to search for resources in the battlefield, and then transport it to the cruise ship.

These beetles are the primary resource recovery machines for the purely mechanical life epiphyses living on the metal planet.

The total recycling time of space garbage is close to one week.

The originally messy space environment has regained clarity.

A giant transport ship about two hundred kilometers long slowly turned its head, and stretched out two huge wings with a width of more than a thousand kilometers, gently fanning, and drifting towards the satellite orbiting the metal planet not far away.

The satellite is nearly a thousand kilometers in diameter, and visually it is not as big as a transport ship.

When the distance between the two kept getting closer, the giant transport ship quickly retracted its wings, and a circular hole like a whirlpool opened on the side of the satellite.

With the loud bang, smoke and dust scattered in the vacuum environment, the giant ship plunged into the satellite's surface, half-submerged, and the two completed the docking.

The tail of the huge ship slowly opened like petals, and the metal particles piled up like a mountain pouring in all directions.

In the middle of the giant ship, a horizontal fan spins up.

A large number of metal particles floated up like dust.

The low G value makes some metal particles float in the air, flying far away, and the parabola is extremely slow.

The force of the horizontal fan is well controlled.

After about a few hours, most of the metal particles were evenly distributed to various areas on the satellite's surface.

The horizontal fan stops rotating.

At the same time, the beetles that were responsible for collecting resources in space flew out of the mothership again, began to change their forms, quickly assembled, and became one after another bucket truck with a "vacuum cleaner" at the tail. The metal particles scattered on the surface of the satellite are collected again and transported to tower after tower.

In the tower, these metal dust particles will be refined into a whole piece of specific metal according to demand to meet the daily production and life needs of the epiphysis in the metal planet below.

"Captain, when will we start to act?"

In an unremarkable metal particle with a diameter of only 1 millimeter, there is an extremely weak quantum consciousness whispering.

"Don't worry, wait for Li Qingqing and Punkert to complete the technical analysis of the beetle. Our first bionic target is this beetle."

"Okay. Li Qingqing, come on!"

"Edgar, don't bother me, you're busy. Shut up!"

"Ok."

This metal particle shaped like sand is the cockpit of the Flying Tigers who participated in the finals of the Imperial Military Competition and entered the third front.

Thirty nano-supermicro robots remotely controlled by the whole brain link are huddled together.

The original technology of these ultra-micro robots originated from the Lieyang 3 galaxy, and it was the first time that they were used in a military competition.

Although its shape is extremely small, it can be called a cutting-edge creation of human technology, integrating multiple functions such as remote control and high-energy simulation.

This is the first time that mankind has put an all-round chip with ultra-high computing power into a nano-scale device.

Regardless of the small size of ultra-micro robots, the potential of comprehensive special warfare functions is not lost to that of large combat robots. It just takes time to continuously collect external resources, carry out bionic lurking, and expand its functions a little to achieve its true capabilities. It is the perfect choice for remote intervention on the third front.

A total of 160,000 high-end teams control as many as nearly five million ultra-micro robots, most of which have been disguised as usable space junk and have been carried on satellites by beetles.

The task of the high-end players in the 3007 class is to use this brand-new equipment to successfully infiltrate and control the extremely important metal planet as the hub of the galactic center chain formation.

The previous raid was precisely Xiang Zhuang Wujian's intention to carry out a sneak attack that was impossible to succeed. The real purpose was to send sophisticated agents and equipment remotely controlled by millions of human elites to the metal planet.

The Flying Tigers had good luck and were not accidentally injured in the previous raid.

However, there are also unlucky ones. Novice Village has not yet entered, and as a result, they were eliminated early.

But this is not simply determined by luck. Each team has a long preparation time before the submarine fleet departs, and each team can choose its own hidden position on the intelligent battleship.

Some teams chose the inner wall of the battleship's brain center compartment, thinking it was the safest place, but it turned out to be the enemy's main attack point. The enemy unit that was rushed in threw a high-explosive impact bomb, which was wiped out on the spot.

Other teams chose the medium engine injection port, and felt that after the attack, they could mix in the particle stream from the engine injection port and blow it out directly. As a result, the battleship happened to be shot from the back by the large enemy ship gun that suddenly appeared from behind. The onslaught is also for nothing.

Zheng Feng was on a dangerous move, adjusting the metal particles controlled by the Flying Tigers to the forefront of the muzzle of the telescopic gun of the intelligent battleship.

This gun was dragged by the two cooperating units of the opposing team from top to bottom, and cut neatly. The Flying Tigers attached to the edge of the muzzle together with the broken barrel became a piece of the battlefield. Inconspicuous useless garbage.

There is also another unlucky one. I chose the outer shell of the hypernuclear baryon kinetic energy shell, but successfully left the ship. As a result, the epiphysis seemed unable to use this hypernuclear baryon material, and the beetles did not come to collect it at all. Up to now, those hapless team members are staring wide-eyed, and no one can help. The metal particles they belonged to are still floating in space alone, and I don't know where they will eventually float to, but it's definitely no play to participate in the competition.

Time flies slowly. Three days later, when the flying tigers' metal particle cockpit was about to be sent into the smelter, Li Qingqing finally completed a comprehensive analysis of the mechanical beetle.

An ultra-fine cilia protruding from the surface of the ultra-micro robot controlled by Zheng Feng, grabbed the micro-powered joystick at the inner corner of the cockpit, and gently pulled it,

This unremarkable particle was ejected a few meters upwards before being drawn into the smelter inlet, then fell on the metal floor with a snap, and then rolled along the uneven ground towards the distance. go with.

Punkert, who is doing the next step of analysis and design, complained: "Li Qingqing, you are too slow."

Li Qingqing said angrily: "This can blame me? 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 adaptive metal in the beetle based on this ghostly painted peach talisman drawing The physiological structure is already supernormal, okay?"

Morrison Scott, who is in charge of observing the game notification network at any time, interrupted: "Don't quarrel, I have seen some participating teams have completed the first stage of bionic dynamics."

"What kind of team is so abnormal!" Li Qingqing screamed.

Matta Nicklaus reminded, "We are now participating in the high-level competition."

Li Qingqing reacted, "That's true. Alas...this is too."

"What are you talking about? Bullying your peers isn't really good at all. Our Flying Tigers have come to make a name for themselves, and we have to make the top one thousand."

Morrison: "Edgar said it beautifully!"

Punkert: "Shut up, I have calculated the first material requirement. Mata, can you turn on the linear scanner and scan the larger piece of blue metal 30 meters in front of us?"

After a few minutes, Specialty Punker breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the material we want. Captain..."

Zheng Feng: "No hurry, first dig a 5mm deep hole in the ground and hide it in. Mata, after I go out with Edgar and Lev, you will release the cilia fixing ropes. Be sure to take roots. Be stable and don’t get sucked away."

Mata: "Good captain."

At the edge of a small hole that can only be seen with an optical microscope, three smaller "dust" rolled out.

"Edgar, you turn on your early warning scanner to its maximum power."

"OK!"

"Lev, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you go to the front and use your power first. I will use a light energy collector to supplement energy."

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After all, it is a nano-level ultra-micro robot, with a limited amount of energy. When the three people use this small body to drag the alloy with a total mass of 2 grams, it will consume a lot of energy. I can't come back afterwards.

Little by little, after avoiding two rounds of regular beetle patrols, the three ultra-micro robots finally moved to the piece of metal designated by Punkert.

The three robots are dispersed first, forming a triangular position, enclosing the metal in the center, each extending out the cilia structure, coiling up in a circle to bind the alloy.

At this time, Morrison's croak came from the communicator: "OMG! Some teams have transformed into fist-big bionic camouflage robots! Go crazy!"

Punkert: "With this size, it should be an epiphysis's smart mining instrument! So fast!"

Morrison: "Thousands of teams have completed the first stage of bionics!"

The atmosphere in the communication channel gradually became a little serious.

Even Zheng Feng had to sigh that the competition is too fierce and deserves to be a high-end team.

But he pretended not to care and said: "It's okay. Everyone is just on the satellite now, and they have not landed on the metal star of the epiphysis. The long march is only the first step. The first laugh is not a laugh, and the laugh is at the end. Compared with For those so-called high-level classes that haven't even completed the landing, we have already taken the first step steadily.

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In another secret chat room, Zhou Donglai happily said: "As a sage, I am really good at boosting morale."