Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1116: All array first

There were 300 indigenous people who participated in the counterattack, accounting for one third of the total number of survivors, and 51 offline machines, accounting for half of the total number of units. Although the number of enemies is smaller, they have an advantage in quality. If there are not enough powerful weapons, it will be difficult to deal with only the elemental life. I heard that someone took away the technological accumulation of the gathering place at the last moment, but now the new base is a waste of time, and a lot of equipment needs to be remanufactured. Even if the technical theory is not lost, they want to reproduce the glory of the tree tube belt. , It also requires the efforts of several generations. Nowadays, the indigenous inhabitants are scarce, and they should be in a situation of immersing themselves in development. However, after constructing a preliminary base environment for the survival of the compatriots, all the indigenous people have transferred all their energy to war preparations. Looking at the people who shuttle around the base station of the offline machine day and night, I also have to admit that they are really hard.

Through the shift work mechanism, as long as the aborigines can work, even young people have already been dispatched to battle. They transport materials like ants, disassemble, assemble and remodel equipment, study drawings and theories. They have lost those elites with the most technical and profound theories, but those who survived are the generally alert people. Under the pressure of, in the shortest possible time, he took things that he could not understand in the past, and did not hesitate to use the resources that he could find for actual operation. In a short period of time, he completed the transformation and utilization of the partial loop system of the construction machinery. Temporarily manufactured, the huge and crudely-shaped sender can allow the two captured construction machines to carry out construction tasks according to their ideas. Although it is not perfect, the various tools that the construction machines have are already available. Can be used freely.

It is also because of the existence of construction machines. Both the construction of strongholds and preparations for war have entered an accelerated track. When I opened my eyes from the bed for the second time, the offline base station outside the window was greatly changed. The number of offline units hovering over the abyss was reduced from 51 to 30, and 21 of them were removed. Open, cooperate with other parts. Spliced ​​and transformed into a huge cylindrical structure. It looks like a cigar, but also like a cannon without a base. Its volume is naturally much larger than that of an offline machine. Although it can’t be compared with the eyeball fortress in the gathering place, it’s indeed in the new stronghold at this time. Is one of the best behemoths. It's not a fully enclosed armor, it's more like a hollow shell, you can see the internal organs of the machine, and the strong light blue energy light is like a circling chain. There is a surging shuttle, seeming to be in a state of excitation at any time, and there is a feeling that it is difficult to suppress.

I hold Mae, she still looks a bit awake. I looked down from the window of the room. The Aboriginal fighters were lining up to a row of circular platforms. They were unarmed and did not wear protective clothing, however. When they stood on the platform, four mechanical arms immediately embedded fully enclosed armor on their bodies. Then start from the legs and weld the gaps all the way up. This armor is naturally made of structural material. You can feel it only from the appearance of the color, texture and structure. It is stronger than the past protective clothing and is full of war colors. . finally. The odd-shaped helmet fell, covering the heads of the aboriginal warriors tightly, and another circle of welding light glided past the gap between the neck joints. The nose and mouth of this helmet pull out hoses to both sides, and there is only a round speculum in the eye area. Continuously move up and down, left and right during debugging.

After the body is enclosed by the armor, the robotic arm begins to carry various weapons and tools on the armor reserved module. The standard weapon is a knife-shaped imitation of a critical weapon, the gun on the waist, and the spear on the back. Gun and double-arm pop-up blade. After the equipment was completed, the aboriginal warriors walked down the platform with heavy steps, moved their joints, made personal and fine adjustments to their weapons, and adapted to all kinds of mobile accelerator power boots, knapsack jets and tow lines. They climbed and leaped up and down in the complex of buildings that looked like an abyss, with agility like monkeys returning to the mountains and forests.

This is obviously new equipment, and I have never seen this style when I was in the gathering place. Most of the mobile armors of aboriginal warriors use red and black colors. A few of them should be higher-ranking warriors. There are obvious differences in armor styles, and the color matching is more personalized, and even painted similar to heraldry. picture of.

The aborigines are ready to fight back. Although I don't know their plan, it does not prevent me from joining them. The power of critical weapons is always needed. When Zhenjiang and I finished our outfits, the aboriginal girl who once provided me with "disinfection" services and asked me to take action with "Ping" when the body life invaded the gathering place came to the door. She is here to inform me of the assembly. It was also by chance that I met her again in the new aboriginal stronghold. What happened at the time did not seem to have been archived in the gathering place, or that archive has been wiped out with the gathering place, and no one here is clear about it anymore. She and "Ping" came together to find out about me. The birth of a new stronghold is the beginning of a new life for many aborigines, and it is the same for this aboriginal girl. She did not forget what happened at the time, but it just did not. She is more open to the death of "Ping" than me, because she and "Ping" do not have a relationship more than compatriots.

At that time, she and "Ping" came to see me together. They only met halfway through, so they went together. Not everyone in the gathering place knew everyone else. Before that encounter, the relationship between the two approached a stranger infinitely. Moreover, in her heart, it seemed that she had been psychologically prepared for the death of "Ping". Under the circumstances at that time, anyone could die. This is what she said.

She didn't criticize me for "ping", which made me feel a little relieved. Although there are various reasons to explain the situation at the time, to resolve the regret and guilt in my heart, she still can't let myself be "The death really does not carry any psychological burden. Zhenjiang killed "Ping", which means I killed "Ping". Such an equal sign may not be completely realistic, but in my heart, this equal sign still exists no matter how vague. After I met with "Jia" and this aboriginal girl, their attitude completely liberated me. This is an indisputable fact.

"Will you stay?" Walking behind the aboriginal girl, I asked her about her future plans, only to realize that she was staying in the new base. The aborigines who are working hard for a new life. When in the gathering place, she did not take on the responsibilities of frontal combat, but was just a logistician. However, I feel relieved that she can stay and not participate in the severe battle that is coming. Although we don't know each other. However, in terms of the number of meetings and exchanges, she and Jia are both "acquaintances" of mine in the gathering place. I am emotionally biased towards both, and I don't want both to be in danger. For me, this kind of emotion is natural, without hesitation, and without thinking.

However, "Plus" and her offline machine. It is the main force participating in this battle, and this is also impossible. It is also because "Plus" is destined to go to the battlefield, so when she understands that this aboriginal girl will stay in the new stronghold, she will more or less affect her feelings for "Plus". After the battle this time, we probably won't meet again, and the new stronghold needs to face the enemy. Probably only the safety network is left, but. It will take a long time for the safety net to cover the entire Victorian heavy industry materialized area. This time is enough for the new stronghold to grow up and face the invasion of the safety network. During this period of growth, the life in the new stronghold should be safe and peaceful. It is not a random choice for the aborigines to move to this location. Although everyone has deviated from the map of the abandoned capital that has been explored, how to determine the safety and secrecy of the new stronghold to gain time for a comeback, the aborigines who have lived here for a long time naturally have their own methods.

These things are not something outsiders like me can know, I just need to be sure. It is enough for one's "acquaintances" to live in safety. I can’t do more for them. I even took away a lot from them. It can be said to be a selfish person. Therefore, even with this feeling, I can really cooperate once under the guidance of the situation. I think it can make up for something.

Because of this feeling, no matter how far the indigenous people can play in this battle, it doesn't really matter. How they attack, how they retreat, how far they plan to fight, whether the action plan conceals me, and even whether they use me as an abandoned child are not important things. Because, even if it is only me, I will face the doomsday truth and life.

I have never planned to investigate the aborigines, because in my plan, it is enough to know where the base of the Doomsday Shinrikyo is. If there is extra information, it is extra. surprise. If the aborigines decide to hide and develop after they set up a new base, I won't say anything more.

But looking at it now, their determination to fight back is much stronger than I expected. It is like venting everyone’s fear and anger at the cost of their lives in this battle. Come out and give the people who stayed a clean hope. I have already smelled the smell of death. These aboriginal fighters carried out this counterattack plan with a decisive mood from the beginning. Compared with them, the people who stay in the new stronghold and start a new life, although they are also heavy, but the vitality of life is more intense.

"I don't think they will be able to come back alive." On the way, the aboriginal girl looked at the assembled soldiers and said, but her voice was very calm, "Actually, I think they don't need to fight. Although we have the determination to fight, do we really need such a fight?"

"...I can’t answer." She seemed to want me to say something, but I really couldn’t judge. "Whether they want to fight is actually the decision of all of you, isn’t it? It’s not theirs. , It’s not your own. Maybe you have different opinions, but opinions don’t mean decisions. When you ask me, you are hesitant. You want me to agree, this is an unnecessary battle Is it? I’m sorry, from my point of view, I want them to fight."

"It's a cunning saying, an alien." The aboriginal girl stared at me calmly. For many times, this look and tone made me feel that she was actually a reformer, right? As far as the original body is concerned, her emotional expression is too stable.

We didn't talk more, and I didn't ask her name from beginning to end. Aboriginal girl, this is my last and only name for her, and on her side, I am also an "outsider". My name is for her. It is not necessary. She looked at Zhenjiang several times and seemed to be more interested in her, but in the end she did not mention anything about her. In silence, she led me to an offline machine docked at Platform 6.

In the tree pipe belt, the parking areas of these offline machines are all placed in large pipelines. However, in the new bases, due to the degree of transformation of the geographical environment, all are temporary platforms exposed. The one I'm about to board is the "Plus" offline machine. For me, having such an "acquaintance" is naturally the best result. "Plus" was the same as when I first saw her, the body and the offline machine were combined, and a part of it protruded from the cabin door. Talked a few words with the aboriginal girl. After the aboriginal girl left, she turned her head and said to me: "Come up."

After I boarded the plane, I saw eight Aboriginal warriors in the cabin. Because their bodies were covered by mobile armor, they couldn't be distinguished from each other at all, and their armors did not distinguish them from each other. It's like a mass product coming down the same assembly line. But take it for granted. It will feel that they have their own numbers in the communication system. It's just that I can be considered a powerful combat force. They are also on the same side, but they have been drifting away from the plan of the aborigines. They are regarded as "free men." It seems that the aborigines do not intend to incorporate my combat power into their system. Therefore, it is not clear what these fighters are. Number and position. It is also understandable.

I and them are just "walking together" instead of "fighting side by side." To a certain extent, they even wary of me, and this taste is quite obvious. Even if there is a terminal translator. They also don't plan to talk to me and do things that can enhance "friendship." As soon as I entered the cabin, I was "plus" reminded that my position turned out to be behind the co-pilot's seat, the first row on the left side of the wall.

"If you want to act on your own, just let me know, and I will open the hatch for you...you won't fall to death if you jump down?" The added electronic sound is really impersonal.

"I will find a good opportunity." I said.

"Attention, don't wait for our people to leave and stay in me." Jia replied, "internal" or something, but she was a bit cautious in terms of words although she has been transformed and completely lost her sex. Zheng, but to me, her human appearance and gender characteristics are quite obvious. Of course, this kind of thing is to make a small business in private.

I fastened the seat belt for Zhen Jiang and sat down honestly. From this position, you can see the countdown on the cockpit screen. The number form is of course not Arabic. Even if you don’t use the translator, you can’t see it at all if you don’t use the translator. The constantly changing symbol turns out to be a number. Strictly speaking, these symbols do not only function as "numbers". The languages ​​of these indigenous peoples evolved from the lingua franca of the ruling bureau. Moreover, because of various historical factors, whether in grammar, vocabulary or fonts, It is very different from the original lingua franca. To put it simply, these changes are mostly brought about by a wave of thoughts during the development stage of the gathering place. At that time, the aborigines planned to completely separate themselves from the ruling bureau.

With the beating of the countdown, another aboriginal warrior entered the cabin. He was the co-pilot of this offline machine. He was also the one who had personalized armor and commanded the other eight warriors. Although he is in the co-pilot position, it is only a division of labor. In terms of the level of action instructions, he and "Plus" are equal. Maybe I can call him "captain". Of course, this "captain", like the other players, treats me as indifferent to the air, sits in his position as soon as he comes in, and firmly fixes himself in his position. In most cases, "adding" this kind of modified man-captain existence prevents the co-pilot from having real offline control rights.

"Plus" has returned to his position. The whole body is embedded in the driving position, and the chest is pulled apart. Various internal pipelines are connected to the dashboard like tentacles. She spoke high-speed language that she couldn't understand, and stopped the beacon lights in the cabin one by one, leaving only a dark red fluorescence permeating. Then, all the dashboard displays began to refresh, and the closure of the outer armor of the cabin was obvious. shock. After a while, the increasing pressure made everyone understand that the offline machine was already.

At this time, the bulkhead on the front of the cab became transparent, like a whole piece of glass, allowing me to clearly see parts of the scene in front and on both sides like us. There are constantly offline machines detaching from the platform and heading towards Nayu. The "cylinders" formed by the disassembly of 21 offline machines are gathered. After reaching a fixed position, the side walls of the "cylinders" pop out of the pipeline and connect to each offline machine. In the process of "adding", high-speed language is constantly used to make adjustments.

Until she calmed down, a voice came from the cabin: "Attention, all the captains, the surround loop connection is confirmed, the energy supply system is normal, the formation of the mid-position handheld, and the countdown is ten seconds."

Ten seconds later, a greater vibration came, and the connected offline fleet climbed with an even acceleration. The outline of the new stronghold was gradually engulfed by the gray mist just as it slowly left. No one sighed for this departure. The entire fleet was immersed in a kind of tight silence, as if a stronger emotion was brewing. Until the new stronghold could no longer be seen with the naked eye, the offline fleet began to accelerate for the second time. This time, before completely leaving the abyss, the "cylinder" suddenly shot out a dazzling beam, and the space in front seemed to be shattered. The same, and then the beam is maintained in this gap state.

"Attention all, start the first hyperthreading jump." With the indifferent notification sound, the offline fleet drove into the gap in that space. Looking from the front viewing window, the scene behind the space is blurred and weird. Although it will not cause any discomfort due to "seeing", there is a feeling of being completely isolated. Because there is no concept of time and space in this place, being able to "see" does not mean that consciousness is still running. I can recall this scene afterwards, but I can't judge what kind of state I was in at that time.

When I can confirm my existence through my thinking, the offline cluster has been out of the so-called "hyperthreaded jumping state", and there is no longer the abyss and the blurred and weird scene before me, but a serious abandoned city. Area. The gray mist was permeating all around, and the silence spread in the dim boundlessness, as if the entire world was left with the fleet. Where we are, it is no longer possible to judge the relative position of the new stronghold, because the new stronghold is no longer within the range of the map at all. The offline fleet apparently completely "abandoned" the coordinates of the new base. According to my thoughts, it is possible that there is no longer a "home" route in the fleet.

After ~IndoMTL.com~ my terminal started to update the map coordinates, and a clearly marked coordinate appeared in the upper right corner of the map.

Here is the place where the fleet will eventually arrive. The aborigines of the base of Doomsday Shinrikyo really confirmed their position through their own methods.

"Attention, all the captains, the camouflage system has been turned on and entered the silent cruise state." In silence, the broadcaster slowly reported the situation of the fleet. The speed of the offline fleet dropped to a certain level, and it became stable. In the cabin, I couldn’t tell what kind of phenomenon the fleet was sailing at this time. However, the commander’s intention was very clear and they planned to come. A raid last time the Doomsday Shinrikyo and the Body Life caught them by surprise, this time it was their turn.

The fleet moved forward slowly, not because it was a decisive battle, it did not behave like a storm. Everyone, like a pack of wolves in the night, quietly approached their prey under the shadow of the shadows. On the map, the fleet's coordinates and the coordinates of the Doomsday Shinrikyo base are constantly approaching, although from the outside scenery, there is no difference at all. This deserted area is no different from other areas, dead and silent, there is no trace of life, like a vast unmanned area. Regardless of the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult, or the physical life, it seems that they have completely abandoned the monitoring of the security around the base. (To be continued...)()