heavy fog

In the endless starry sky, the wreckage of the battleship mechs floated to form a new asteroid belt. The turbulence in the space was abnormal. A boa constrictor with a length of about [-] meters poked its head out, and the black electronic eyes clearly reflected space cracks.

The python's body nimbly brushed against the edges of these cracks.

Its location is very dangerous, and its twisted and twisted shape looks weird. In fact, it just chose narrow, long and delicate balance points. The python shuttles freely in the place full of cracks in space, but it looks very relaxed.

A huge black dragon mecha was parked outside the crack area, wandering around anxiously.

"How is it?" The mechas connected to the rear anxiously asked the Shadow King.

"I don't know." The black dragon spread its damaged wings several times, trying to rush in to help, but drooped decadently again.

The giant python suddenly raised its head and quickly left the crack area. With a click, half of the python's tail broke off and was swallowed by the space crack.

"Ah!" the mecha howled dryly.

"Shut up, His Majesty Purson is fine!" Dan Tallinn reprimanded dissatisfied in the public channel of Raymond Gayton Mecha.

The boa constrictor successfully returned to the normal star field. The large space cracks in front of it made it impossible to cover the cosmic storm. The observation image showed that there were long black and gray strips with pits and holes in the red red tide, which spread for tens of light years. The boa constrictor was just floating on the edge. Still encountered dozens of threats.

Half a month ago, Archbishop Siburton and half of the Holy Radiance Empire's army were destroyed here.

Things that fall into the gap between dimensions, no one knows where they will end up-especially a trip in a high-dimensional space, different worlds, parallel spaces, distant future or dusty past, all are possible.

Cyrus' arms trembled slightly, and even the sensory bonds collided with each other.

The high-sensitivity precision instrument was placed on his forehead, and Purson could feel the change of Cyrus' mood immediately.

"I did see it." The King of Knowledge confirmed that what Cyrus saw just now was not a hallucination.

The image was re-tuned, it was very blurry, there were only lines in some places, there was a river vaguely, the vertical shadows should be trees, and there were two slightly clear black spots floating in mid-air.

Cyrus' eyes stopped in the woods, where there was a large mass of purple, and there was also a void silhouette faintly dyed by purple.

The outline is not in the shape of a human being, it is scattered like torn paper, but it can be clearly discerned that the mass of purple has stayed in a certain part of the outline for a long time, so that piece has the darkest color.

Followed by the image, there were also frenzied and chaotic hissing sounds.

"Sire? Simonli?" Purson asked in this way.

But there was no answer, maybe it was too far away, or it violated the laws of space, and only chaotic noises were collected.

The giant python shrinks its damaged tail in the starry sky, and transforms into a mecha figure with a long snake wrapped around its body. The black dragon flies over, circles around Pursen, and sends seven communication connection session requests within one second.

Purson simply ignored all of this.

Together with Cyrus in silence, it watched this blurred image over and over again.

——In addition to dots and circles, there are only lines of various colors. It is more like a strange abstract picture than an image.

"Successful," Polson repeated.

Cyrus, who has a spiritual connection with it, does not have much joy.

All difficult experimental projects have to go through this process.A success is only accidental, it is impossible to run out with the experimental results and records and cheer for the success... You must carefully extract the experimental elements, repeatedly verify the differences caused by different data, and find the inevitable path to success before you can claim to have completely mastered it. this high technology.

Purson knew that the line of Cyrus' mental power was that kind of purple, but he didn't understand what was going on with the dyed light purple.

This is an extremely daring experiment, which the Deep Blue Kingdom has never done before.

Through space cracks, to capture the coincidence point with the greatest resonance—the target data is Raymond Gayton's mecha, and Cyrus also locates the power of the succubi. The specific operation procedure is the magic key developed by Poulsen.

"The coordinates could not be determined."

"Target range could not be determined."

"The connection is established at [-]%, and the cross-space connection is interrupted for five seconds. The experimental results show that the general direction is correct and the feasibility is relatively high."

After reporting the data mechanically, Purson left the star field.

In the cockpit, Cyrus remained motionless, still looking at the five-second video repeatedly, pausing from time to time, thinking deeply about manipulating Purson to analyze the messy lines.

At this time, Purson received another communication request. The King of Knowledge traced the source and found that it was the Caput who stayed behind at the front line. It knew that Cyrus did not want to be disturbed when he was meditating, so he blocked the cockpit communication line neatly. Switch to the alternate communication channel and connect: "This is Purson, everything is normal."

"Is there a result?" The scientists of the Deep Blue Kingdom, represented by Caput, feel sad and regretful about the "deaths" of Syr and Simonli, but they never want Cyrus and the King of Knowledge to take the risk of going to the space crack Check out their tracks.

"The function of the core program of Raymond Gayton's mech...beyond imagination." Pulsen paused for a few seconds, then said suddenly, "Did you study the source of the main body of the program when deciphering Raymond Gayton?"

"Hey, isn't this the lost civilization of the ancient earth?" Caput asked back.

"..." Purson was silent.

The Deep Blue Star Research Institute’s deciphering of Raymond Gayton was nothing more than translating the thick stack of regular codes with high technology. All human scientists do not know that these materials are actually a copy of the dark magic array on the key of the Dark Parliament. Make up the description.

Even the dark wizard who has the most research on this has no way to use dark magic according to the data.

It is said that this pile of materials was the draft paper produced by the first speaker of the Dark Parliament in order to imitate Raymond Guyton, and the magic key is the finished draft paper.

The dark wizards of the past dynasties and blood clans who are obsessed with research have no way to understand this pile of information. Who knows that the scientists of the deep blue star did not take the usual path, and translated it with program code, obtained hundreds of matrix models, and created hundreds of them. Wanji's stable structure extends the changes, eliminates permutations and combinations, constantly experiments with new mechs, and completes new ideas.

Raymond Gayton's mecha is just the core program and basic composition concepts from deciphering.

More imprints on them still come from Deep Blue Star scientists, every part, every component... Deep Blue Star Research Institute does not have ready-made drawings to build mechas, what they get is just a dictionary, as for those whimsical ideas ——The guys with dark biological attributes are based on the concept proposed by the legend of the devil, and other humans are regarded as a new idea of ​​mecha skills.Just like a propositional thesis, with the words, the title, and the structure, how to write it still depends on your own level and performance.

Even if Raymond Gayton deciphered it 100 years earlier, it would be impossible to manufacture so many mechas.

There is no other reason, but 100 years ago, the technological level of the Deep Blue Kingdom was not high enough to realize this idea.

Now Purson suddenly asked Caput, which is equivalent to "Have you ever thought about where the dictionary came from", why "this word can represent this meaning", not everyone who is proficient in calculations will become one plus one It is equal to two, one is that you are not capable, and the other is that you did not expect to have to prove this at all.

People from the Deep Blue Star Research Institute belong to the latter.

"You mean, there is a problem with the source of the Raymond Gayton we deciphered?" Caput whispered.

This is troublesome. The Raymond Gayton Project and the Deep Blue Star Research Institute appeared almost at the same time. They claim that the ancient earth lost civilization.

Purson knew that the source of the information was the Dark Council, but it was difficult for him to explain this to Caput. Cyrus also forbade the Raymond Gayton Mecha to reveal the existence of dark creatures.

"I don't know the source, but if I can really study it thoroughly—" Purson paused for half a minute, and finally the logic module came to a conclusion, "Maybe I can initially master the six-dimensional technology."

"What?!" Caput's voice soared two octaves in a row, almost breaking the sound. If Purson was a human being, the only option at this time is to throw away the communicator and rub his ears.

"Yes, it may be possible to send a person from now to a time with specified coordinates! Six-dimensional space technology with precise targets and precise locations." Purson continued to stimulate Caput's nerves.

"Oh! God—" Capute said incoherently, "Dare you swear by research funding... no no, do you swear by energy scales?"

"Of course." Purson replied seriously, "In fact, Cyrus is already trying such an experiment."

"No, no, how can this be done? How can I let him do it alone! Good boy, listen to me, come back quickly, we need a meeting to discuss, yes, I will contact other people on the deep blue star!" Kai Putt exclaimed excitedly, "This is a big project, a big subject! Just thinking about it, I have signs of a heart attack, which is really amazing!"

There were also high-pitched discussions from other people on the other side of the communicator.

"Notify Mitchell, notify John... oh my god, send a group message, hurry up!"

"What, it's a state of war now, and the light wave communication is for public use, and the number of times it can be used is limited every week? Damn, I'm the cabinet secretary of the Deep Blue Kingdom. Is it possible that a person like me is not allowed to use long-distance communication for the glorious future of the kingdom? resource?"

"I want to go home, immediately!"

"The Holy Radiance Empire... By the way, we are still at war! How long will this war last? It's a waste of life! Don't we have a way to kill the Holy Radiance Empire once and for all? The idea of ​​​​opening a black hole for the Unicorn Galaxy How about it?"

"...the difficulty is too high."

"I don't believe there is no way, hurry up, let's discuss it!"

The communication was hung up one way, and the advice that Poulsen didn't have time to say was-wake up, don't be stupid, if there is a way to start a war, why don't you just use it?This is really war, not Raymond Guyton's Mecha Dinner.

"Click."

Cyrus lifted the sensing device covering his forehead.

Poulsen made the projection appear in the cockpit, and asked through a mental connection: "Need a second attempt to locate?"

Cyrus waved his hands wearily, leaning back on the chair, frowning.

"It was an impulsive attempt," said Cyrus.

"Ok?"

"On Wen Luan, there is only a little bit of power belonging to the succubus. This time it was consumed. What will be used next time?" Cyrus seldom regretted it, but now he had to worry.

Purson's eyes flickered: "Have you forgotten the second elder of the Dark Council?"

The palm of Cyrus' forehead suddenly froze, and he slowly raised his head, with indelible surprise in his golden pupils.

"The future can determine the past." Purson whispered in his ear, "If everything happened in the past, what burden do you need? The Dark Council has no ability to fabricate such a lie, and we have verified it feasibility."

A tray was flipped out of the cockpit, and the mechanical arm sent the tray to Cyrus.

Countless wires are connected to the brass key inlaid with gemstones. Because it has just been used, each gemstone still has brilliance, and the symbol pattern on the key is constantly flashing, which can reflect a clear blood-colored pentagram.

"It works."

"The real Raymond Guyton must be useful too!"

"Everything is obvious. Let's make the real key, and let Shier and Wen Luan make a counterfeit at the far end of time and space. The communication time will be longer. Through hard work, we can finally establish a stable connection through the two keys. Successfully brought Shier and the others back!"

Purson stretched out his hand, and a snake happened to be hanging on the back of his hand. The snake head hissed and spit out bright red letters. The stereoscopic projection of the King of True Knowledge was more terrifying than the real mecha image, because what wrapped around its arms, shoulders and neck was not snake-like coldness. Metal wires, and these snakes move.

The phantom of the snake touched Cyrus, who remained motionless, his eyes staring blankly.

"You can do it, and the Deep Blue Star Research Institute can create a real Raymond Gayton key."

Cyrus felt that Poulsen was hardly speaking the truth at this moment, but bewitching.

He looked straight at the magic key, listening to the voice that shook his will——

"The evidence is right in front of your eyes!"