The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Latest URL: After completing a series of preparations, Dieterian leaned forward so that the mirrors he had placed on the table before could take a clear picture of the socket on his skull.

Every move was so cautious, he peeled off the plastic patch with his left hand, and pushed the intellectual core back in a quick and steady motion.

This step is the top priority.

The power gap hissed in his head, and the click it made when it slid into place echoed in the bones behind his nose.

"Omnisiah bless--"

Using the edge of a nail, he pressed the reset switch, which was hidden under the black and white mechanical work used to decorate the top of the core.

Next, either he will get a greater capacity of knowledge in return, or his brain will be thoroughly cooked from the inside out.

soon,

The red diode cavity lights up around the edge of the core.

When they formed a circle, they flickered and turned green.

Dieterian relaxed, realizing that he had unknowingly tightened his skin, he couldn't help grinning, as the intellectual core was once again connected to his brain, adding useful readings to his vision. superior.

[Storage capacity reading shows 25%]

"Doubled, great!"

Dietrian patted his hands lightly, then frowned.

He didn't have time to pack his tools, and didn't even look at it when he got up and left the room.

A stack of sacred stc templates is waiting for him to analyze, and

He was already late.

Before he reached his destination, the display panel on his shoulder lit up——

"Ditrian, how about you?"

Loken's face appeared on the floating video screen, and the screen was painted with blue shadows, combined with a large number of image writing lines.

This instrument is made of semi-active light-emitting diodes, and its chemical composition is collected from deep-sea bacteria, so the screen will appear blue.

"I have arrived."

After several layers of security checks, Dietrian strode into the technical hall.

This is a five-story room with a huge, semi-circular window in front, overlooking the scenery outside the monastery fortress.

On the left side of its field of view, a large ground radar can be seen. It looks like a flat, steel mirror reflecting the glow of stars in the distance. The cable duct that protrudes from the radar and restrains it is just like the same. A shining silver needle.

Every floor of this room is covered with control panels of protective automatic devices, and every place is generously equipped with imaging equipment, and emits the same, strong light at this moment.

In the hall, Loken, Falla, and biotechnologist Jemini Ford are already waiting.

"Sorry, I was one minute and thirty-two seconds late."

Dieterian hurried up the three-story stairs, and then quickly sat down in the uncomfortable chair.

The three-dimensional pattern woven by light suddenly appeared beside him, and a miniature all-stone ring bounced out in front of him.

And as the table felt his presence, the status readings of the huge stc memory were gradually activated.

Just as the machine blessed itself, the prayers of the machine servants also murmured from their speakers.

These stc memories are all presented in red, and their outer surfaces are rendered semi-transparent to show the status of the secondary system underneath.

The brainwave scanner used for the connection is glowing with a disturbing orange glow.

Dietrian checked for a while, then unplugged a steel-sheathed communication cable and inserted it into a socket behind his ear.

All went well, except that the spring retractor was rolled too tightly, and the cable pulled annoyingly on the side of his head, forcing his neck to be in an uncomfortable position.

But now is not the time to worry about comfort. He divided his consciousness and divided it among several consoles.

With the help of his outstanding intellectual core, the vision of the eyes in his head is broken down into several quadrants. The top of his field of vision is occupied by a large number of state readings, and the lower half is divided into three images. Field, each of them shows the reading from one of the storage racks.

"Pre-established."

Loken half sang these words, and accompanied them was a stream of data-rich binary speech.

Subsequently, the four aimless machine servants began to chant the hymn of the data flood. Under a silent command from Dieterian, the other two machine servants added a strong voice to the singing. They chanted safety. Poem of the secret key.

The real world gradually receded, the lengthy text rolled over from the side of Dietrian’s vision, and the back and forth exchanges between other technical priests were rendered into bright green text, and the rapid, endless stream of zero-sums in binary language. One of the Pentium runs.

Soon, a larger text panel flashed past his consciousness.

It said, asking Dietrian to confirm receipt.

The electrical pulse runs uninterrupted, from the organic path of his brain to the nanowire grafted on his nervous system, and then sent to the machine, confirming that he has received this message.

Nothing less is true, the **** of miracles has created a miracle.

The biggest difficulty in parsing the stc template is that the programming language and recording mode used by ancient humans is different from all the program structures known by the current mechanical teaching. Therefore, pure mechanical analysis is useless, and there must be a "translator". character of.

Simply put, it is to arrange the ancient data into a structure that can be analyzed by the data instrument, and correct some of the unrecognizable readings.

This is a highly difficult and extremely risky project. The data methods of ancient humans have low redundancy and compact structure, which means that the data flow per second may be ten or even a hundred times that of the existing mechanical teaching procedures.

In the process, if one is not good, Dieterian's brain will immediately boil.

Therefore, this kind of work often requires several sage-level technicians to operate at the same time.

But Dieterian regarded himself very highly. He didn't think he was worse than any technical sage, even though he had never really entered the orthodox mechanical teaching system.

"Well--"

With a slight tingling pain, Dieterian's world was involved in an infinite torrent of data, and the stc memory began to whisper.

"Praise the God of Almighty, praise his messenger Omnisia, praise his driving force transferred among us."

All the machine servants and members of the Mechanic Cult began to praise ~www.readwn.com~ and Dieterian had no time to take care of him. His split vision swayed, and the three-part image became diversified.

If he is not paying attention, conflicting input will make him want to vomit.

Subsequently, he issued a parsing instruction, and the data stream ushered in a short burst, but he was still able to bear that, under the high-speed operation of his intelligent core, those ancient data began to turn into binary codes that could be parsed by the instrument.

During this process, Dietrian had to pay attention to the temperature indicator from time to time.

Suddenly, Dieterian's nervous thoughts were suddenly refocused by the sound of an alarm bell.

The artificially synthesized voice is directly loaded and reaches the language center of his brain.

The grid showed that the originally stable data flow suddenly began to fluctuate. This is what Dietrian is most worried about, which means that the data is likely to be encrypted.