I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 591: Freaks [4,800 words]
After chatting with her parents for a long time, Tong Ling hung up the communication reluctantly.
When Tong Ling was leaving the communication room, a brawny man with an explosive head in a silver gleaming metal suit lined up behind her passed by her and greeted her warmly.
"Sister, can you only talk for five minutes? I can wait any longer, or you and Ling Zun will talk again?"
This burly man is from the Voyager galaxy, named Gao 1548627-LXZ.
His name is his own.
As a synth who was raised by artificial intelligence and whose blood parents had died in the Battle of Traveller, he said he was tired of traditional names after sensible, and used numerical codes to appear more individual and special.
So he made up a bunch of numbers, followed by his surname, barely counting a name.
LXZ is the abbreviation of the initials of the galaxy he belongs to, preventing the same name.
The strong man has great respect for Tong Ling.
The Battle of Traveler is Tong Ling's battle to become famous. As a traveler star, the strong man respects Tong Ling, who is the only fish star warrior alive.
Except for a very small number of people, such as Chen Feng, Fan Xing, and Lai Wenming, others did not know that the greatest contributor to ending the war was the long-dead sage Chen Feng himself.
Tong Ling herself is not very clear, only some ambiguous speculation.
She thinks that Brother T and the sage may be related, but she is not sure.
Tong Ling smiled and said to the strong man, "It's alright, Xiao Qi, talk to your family. What I should say and what I want to say has already been said."
In times of war, farewells don't need to be loud, let alone weeping.
Each each other knows where the other is going, how they will continue to live, and how they will eventually die.
At this time, the voice of an uninvited guest sounded next to him.
"Little girl, just walk away when you're done talking, don't get in the way."
This is a giant man with a height of 2.8 meters, his arms are thicker than Tong Ling's waist.
The giant man was naked, his body was covered with tattoo-like black lines, and his eyes were like bells. When walking, he stepped on the metal floor of the spaceship with his bare feet and made a metal rubbing sound.
Xiao Qi was about to get angry, but Tong Ling pressed her hand down, indicating that he didn't have to worry about it.
Just by looking at the tattoo giant's appearance, you know that he is from the rumored giant source galaxy.
The pattern on his body is not a tattoo, but the metal skin that really grows on his body.
These lines are not just for "beauty", their function is to form a bioelectric field in the giant source galaxy to counteract the oscillating gravitational field released by the giant source star every moment.
The living environment in the Giant Origin Galaxy is even worse than the post-war Voyager Galaxy. It was not suitable for human habitation at all, but one hundred and fifty years ago, a group of reckless explorers with unique tastes arrived in the Giant Origin Galaxy. And decided to settle down here.
These brash explorers aren't from our solar system, but were born in another galaxy with super-giant planets.
After 150 years of development, the giant source galaxy today has a population of nearly 2 billion.
The population of the Giant Origin Galaxy seems small, but on average, one out of every three Giant Origin Stars has a professional soldier who has reached the C-level rating of the Imperial Army system.
The giant source warriors are all brave and good at fighting.
Today's Giant Source System is neck and neck with the old warrior system Orton System in terms of reputation.
At the same time, due to the special natural and human environment of the star system, the characters of the giant source stars are generally violent, which is very troublesome.
Tong Ling has dealt with the giant source warrior in the Viteng galaxy, she knows it very well, so she is too lazy to care about this giant man.
Gao Xiaoqi was very convinced of Tong Ling, she just snorted, turned her head and walked in.
Tong Ling no longer delays, she avoids sideways, and quickly dodges.
Tong Ling just returned to her personal dormitory and lay down and listened to the song for a while, when the communicator sounded a reminder to go to the fortress ship to participate in the meeting with other S-class fighters.
The main purpose of the meeting is to determine the order of operations for the numerous combatants.
This is no small matter.
In the nameless fleet,
Commanders need to clearly know the boundaries of each person's capabilities so that they can make the right decisions when needed.
I'm afraid no one will believe that the nameless fleet that shoulders the first human expedition mission will be a huge army of miscellaneous brands.
The staffing of the fleet has just been completed, and most people have not been together for more than two months.
The planning of the expedition dates back to 2688, when Tong Ling had not even reached the Witten galaxy.
This is the decision of the Imperial military leadership.
Following decades of probing each other, humans have acquired a deep grasp of the powers that compound eyes can wield.
It is not denied that the new methods displayed by the compound eyes from time to time will always cause great trouble to human beings, but as happened in the battle of Voyager, when the human ability exceeds a certain limit, the new methods of facing the compound eyes At that time, no matter how chaotic the initial performance, human beings can always rely on the amazing rapid technological explosion and huge strategic depth to quickly integrate the power of multiple galaxies and even the entire empire to solve problems.
Now the imperial commanders have new ideas. Since we can now deal with compound eyes, there is no need to always leave time for the opponent to react. When the opponent makes a move first, and then fights back, it will always be passive. , and every time there will be heavy casualties and resource losses.
To come and not to be indecent, the imperial commander decided to take the initiative and entrusted Fanxing to conduct a feasibility rehearsal on the matter.
Fanxing has been calculating for a long time as usual, but has not come to a definite conclusion, because no one knows whether the compound-eyed man still has any trump cards hidden in the silver heart base.
Whether the human's active attack will trigger any new actions of the other party.
These are all unknowns.
In the end, Chen Feng made the decision.
Done.
Anyway, the war has started, and to achieve real victory, the opponent's stronghold in the galaxy must be destroyed.
However, Chen Feng proposed two preconditions: the human fleet must have the ability to navigate at five hundred times the speed of light, otherwise the daylily will be cold when it reaches the silver heart.
At the same time, the combat power of this expedition fleet must exceed the current human armies by an era.
Because no matter how concealed the marching route is, the possibility of encounters in the middle cannot be ruled out.
If the human force is not elite enough to break through the opponent's interception, and can't show overwhelming firepower advantage, then such an expedition is meaningless, just a waste of resources to give away.
To do it, you must succeed.
Finally, after more than 20 years of preparation, the fleet, which has accumulated the highest technological crystallization of the current empire, was finally dispatched smoothly.
In addition to its equipment advantages, the Nameless Fleet was also the first to conduct personnel selection for the entire empire, and 150 million people were selected from as many as hundreds of thousands of colonies.
If today's Orion-armed humans are divided into races by galaxies, there are at least 100,000 races in the Unknown Fleet.
Whether scientists, warriors, or engineers, everyone in the fleet is the elite of the elite of their respective races.
Roughly 50% of the top talent in the entire empire today is gathered in this fleet.
Irrespective of the level of cooperation, judging from the sum of the personal abilities of the soldiers and the technological level of the equipment, the Unknown Fleet's paper strength is enough to equal the huge army of an entire galaxy.
However, interstellar warfare is not an individual's bravery and ruthlessness. When it comes to the battlefield, the specific level of this motley army depends on the coordination and cooperation of warriors born in different cultures and with different habits. s level.
This is a headache for the Commander Qin Guang.
About an hour later, Tong Ling arrived at the fortress ship by synchronous shuttle and went directly to the conference room.
A total of 3,700 S-class warriors from 2,600 planetary systems are eligible to participate in the meeting.
A total of 63 people, like Tong Ling, are from the solar system.
Seventeen from the Giant Source Galaxy and twenty-one from the Orton Galaxy.
As for other galaxies, there are mostly only one or two.
Because of the vast territory of the Empire, the physical and personality of people in different galaxies are so different, which makes these 3,700 people look strange and dance.
Some people are covered in hair and look rather atavistic.
The planets where such people live are either infested by strong radiation, or the temperature is extremely low, or there is a large temperature difference between day and night, or it may be that the quantum rules of the galaxy will stimulate the dominant expression of human hair genes.
There are also people who are extremely small, even less than a meter tall in adulthood, but not dwarfism, but the entire galaxy in which he lives is such a small man.
Someone has an astonishing three elbow joints when their arms are down and their fingers can touch the insteps of their feet when standing upright.
It is rumored that the planet where the long-armed man grew up is the corpse of a colonizer who was transformed in the last century.
Longarm Planet refers to the cloner as the Progenitor.
As a space life, the ancestors chose to be an endless traveler.
After he left the solar system far away, he floated in the universe for a long time, quietly waiting for the end of his life.
Humans provided the First Ancestor with great convenience and granted him the qualification to use the Warp Stargate.
But one day in the early 27th century, the ancestor suddenly realized that his body could release a gravitational field to attract nearby particles to himself.
He wants to know his limits.
The Progenitor's long journey came to a stop in Ursa Major, where he found a huge fragmentation zone.
He began to use the rest of his life to continuously enrich particles and meteorites, making his body bigger and bigger.
The ancestors tried to reintegrate into human society, learn some knowledge of interstellar ecology, and manipulate the attachments on the periphery of their bodies to change their properties a little bit.
In the end, the first ancestor died in 2633, and before his death, he successfully transformed himself into a planet very similar to the former earth.
The populace throughout the empire received the invitation he sent before his death.
He invites people to settle in his Ursa.
After nearly two hundred years of development, the Ursa has more than three billion inhabitants, and has been bred to the fifth generation.
Starting around the fourth generation of Ursa, the arms of the people here became longer and longer, and finally formed what they are today.
The change in Ursa is just one relatively unique among hundreds of thousands of different human colonies.
And even more exaggerated.
At the back of the crowd, there is still a "person".
Strictly speaking, this person is no longer a human being, he is clearly a huge white elephant.
He really isn't human.
He has forgotten his name and people call him White Elephant.
The White Elephant was one of those people in the solar system who had undergone a full-scale transformation.
The white elephant seems to have a long lifespan and has lived to the present day.
After wandering in the universe for a hundred years, he finally recalled his identity as a human being, and after hard study, he regained mastery of human language and thinking mode, and returned to society as a top armored warrior.
What's amazing is that, despite the fact that the room is full of freaks at this time, and people occasionally throw provocative glances at each other, the general atmosphere is serious.
There was no sound in the huge conference room, and no one was making any noise.
Everyone is very honest and sits in their own seat according to the assignment of the brain.
The sorting is basically based on height.
At present, almost everyone is a newcomer, and everyone here is the leader in their respective galaxy or legion. It is hard to say who is convinced.
Perhaps after sailing for a period of time, the soldiers will gradually show gaps in comprehensive training, or encounters will break out, then it will be clear at a glance whether it is a donkey or a horse.
Tong Ling folded her arms and sat upright, her eyes wandering from time to time, she had been observing other people.
Brother T once said in combat teaching that although top fighters can defeat one hundred on the battlefield, and can play a role that ordinary fighters are completely incomparable to, it does not mean that top fighters do not need to care about their comrades.
On the contrary, the better warriors are, the better at using all the resources around them.
Resources include the soldier's own equipment, the external environment, and the enemy's loopholes and shortcomings, but the most important thing is the coordination and cooperation of his comrades.
No one knows what will happen to the Unknown Fleet on its next voyage and when battle will break out.
Tong Ling is also not sure who she might collaborate with, so she follows a long-established habit of trying to observe others whenever she can.
Look at people first, and observe their words and deeds. This is the fastest way to get to know a person 50% of the time.
Then when she needs to cooperate in combat, she can predict the action pattern of her comrades as accurately as possible and adjust her strategy in time.
At the forefront of the conference room is a group of low-profile warriors of various shapes.
These warriors are small, but that doesn't mean they are weak.
Their bones are usually denser, the fibers of their internal organs and muscles are stronger, and they are accustomed to living in high-gravity environments.
Today's combatants are divided into three categories, one of which is the armored warriors of the old era in virtual history. These warriors have the strongest adaptability and can maximize the potential of their equipment.
But this type of fighter is the least, because the requirements for the combatant's intuitive reflexes, genetic arousal and physical fitness are too high.
Most armored warriors are relatively short in stature, no more than two meters tall.
The second category is armored pilots like Tong Ling. During the battle, the armored pilot will also stay in the armor, which is convenient for real-time programming. However, compared with armored warriors, during the entire battle, the armored pilot only needs to withstand and deal with the impact force when the armor completes the change of direction maneuver.
The second category of fighters is next in number.
The third type of warrior is the pure pilot who dominates this timeline, and the kind of person Tong Ling should have been.
Tong Ling is most concerned about armored warriors.
Her situation is unique.
Although she has only fought as a second-class fighter so far, she has been receiving simulated training as an armored fighter.
It's just that she has never been able to complete the final stage of the T100 final assessment.
In Brother T's evaluation, she is still an unqualified armored warrior~IndoMTL.com~ is an unfinished body. She appears on the battlefield rashly as an armored warrior, and it is easy to die in vain.
Of course, Tong Ling firmly believes that sooner or later, she will pass the test and become a true armored warrior.
Tong Ling observed for less than three minutes before the fleet commander Qin Guang finally arrived late.
The first sentence Qin Guang said after he appeared on the podium was this.
"Everyone, you've all been famous in different battles. But I want to know who's the strongest among you."
With just one sentence, Qin Guang caused an uproar in the audience.
Only Qin Guang himself knew what his plans were.
A day ago, Qin Guang was finally absorbed into the Salvation Society and became one of the core insiders of the Salvation Society.
Of course, he still doesn't know that Chen Feng is still alive, let alone that Chen Feng is planning to resurrect.
Qin Guang came into contact with another anxiety in the Salvation Society.
So far, no fighter has shown the talent and potential in the operation of equipment of the same level that can be compared with the combat power displayed by the sages in the history of nothingness.
Assuming that the sage cannot be resurrected this time, in the 31st century, how can mankind fill the gap in cutting-edge combat power without Chen Feng?
This is a huge problem.
The hope of civilization cannot be pinned on another yet-to-be-born warrior, Limbu.
The safest way is to try to cultivate super-level warriors from now on, and form a complete training system to maximize the possibility of human beings giving birth to super-level warriors.
Among all the human armies at present, the ones most likely to give birth to super warriors are, of course, a large number of combat geniuses who will go to perform the most dangerous tasks, and are likely to face the nameless fleet of the most intense wars.
So Qin Guang decided to change the selection process and try to ignite a more intense sense of confrontation.
This behavior is commonly known as arch fire.