boyutpedia Chapter 78 What kind of second-rate industrial world is this?
Chapter 78 What kind of second-rate industrial world is this?
Chapter 78 What kind of second-rate industrial world is this?
"It would be my great honor."
Kaul replied dismissively.
"Since you're already here, stop hiding anything."
"Hurry up and send the live metal over; my drone is already waiting at the airlock."
"What's the rush?"
Tarasin spoke slowly and deliberately, seemingly unaware that the topic had been changed.
"Material transfer takes time, and my stealth field is currently in a brief period of instability, so I can't open the hatch casually."
"Will you die if you wait another three to five minutes?"
"meeting."
Kaul pointed to the energy monitoring screen next to him.
"My shield can last for another 120 hours, but I don't know when the next warp turbulence will come."
"If I can't fix this array of obelisks before then, I'll be forced to crawl in the real universe."
"By then, let alone going to Cardia, it will be a question whether I can even get to the next sector before becoming a piece of giant space junk."
"Alright, alright, stop nagging."
Tarasin waved his hand impatiently.
"Wait here, I'll send it over to you right away."
The holographic image flickered and disappeared, and the scarab beetle shrank back into a ball and fell onto the table, pretending to be dead.
Kaul didn't sit idly by either; he immediately reconnected the bridge's communications.
"Adum, open port airlock number 3."
"Prepare to receive supplies."
Adum, on the other end of the communication line, was stunned for a moment.
"Supplies? Where did these supplies come from?"
"There's not a soul around here, the radar is completely blank!"
"It fell from the sky."
"That's what Kaul said calmly."
"A kind passerby took pity on us and gave us some alms."
A few minutes later.
In the pitch-black void, a place that had previously appeared empty suddenly rippled like water.
For a fleeting moment, an elegantly designed, crescent-shaped necromancer spaceship appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a green teleportation beam shot towards the port side of the mechanical ark.
A metal box, no bigger than a fist, slid precisely into the airlock.
The box was covered with intricate necromantic runes, emitting a faint green glow.
Adum, accompanied by a squad of religious protectors, surrounded the box as if facing a formidable enemy.
"What the hell is this? A phase bomb?"
Adoum was holding a scanner, but it couldn't read any data at all.
"This is your father. Bring him to the meditation room, immediately."
Kaur's voice came through the radio.
"Also, don't touch it with your hands, the phase coating on it will cut your fingers off."
Aduam shuddered and quickly had his servant lift the box using an anti-gravity tray.
In the meditation room, Kaul opened the box.
Inside lay a small piece of silver-gray metal, which looked like mercury flowing, yet maintained a fixed shape.
Living metal, the core material of space necromancy technology.
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With this, the focusing lens problem that had been bothering him for so long could be easily solved.
Kaul immediately began working.
Just then, the scarab beetle that had been feigning death lit up again.
Tarahin's large face reappeared.
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
Tarahim looked smug.
"I practically ripped this off someone's coffin lid. You'd better use it sparingly; this stuff is a waste in the hands of you monkeys."
"Okay, thanks for the coffin lid," Caul replied irritably.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing."
Tarasin suddenly became somewhat serious (though it was hard to tell from that skull face).
"When I was scanning just now, I found some—unclean things—in your ship."
"Something unclean?"
Kaul stopped what he was doing.
"You mean rats? Gene stealers?"
"If that's the case, my internal defense system can handle it."
"No, it's even more disgusting than that."
Tarasin's tone was full of disgust.
"They are fleas from the warp."
"Right on your lower deck, in what looks like a cannon ammunition depot, there are a few reckless crew members performing some kind of summoning ritual."
"They drew a really ugly magic circle, and they were killing people there to get their blood—oh no, I mean killing monkeys to get their blood."
"Oh my God, it's so unclean, so ugly, it's completely dirty to my eyes."
As a collector with severe mysophobia, Taracin deeply abhorred this aesthetically unappealing act of blood sacrifice.
"I suggest you go and clean it up right away."
"Otherwise, once that thing crawls out and gets my original Starship dirty—and your ship dirty, it'll be a real mess."
Kaul's electronic eye instantly turned red, indicating it was in combat mode.
Damn Chaos believers!
These guys are like cockroaches in the sewers, you can't kill them all!
Despite such tight surveillance, they still managed to cause trouble at the lower levels.
"Adum!"
Kaul connected the communication.
"Lower deck, E-2 area, macro gun ammunition depot."
"Take the Guardians and a squad of newly awakened Fortress-class fighter servants and go clean up the mess there."
"Don't leave any survivors, burn them directly with a flamethrower."
"Understood." Adum's voice was laced with murderous intent. "I'll go right away."
After dealing with the internal problems, Kaul looked at Tarasin again.
Thanks.
Although I hate to admit it, that old bastard really did help a lot.
If it weren't for his superdimensional scanning, those heretics hiding behind the shield might have really caused a major incident.
"Oh, stop disgusting me, you amateur monkey."
Tarasin waved his hand.
"I just don't want to see this ship, which still has some collectible value, turn into a space monster full of tentacles and eyeballs."
"That's so tasteless."
"Alright, I won't bother you playing in the mud anymore. Hurry up and study your lens, you amateur monkey."
"If you can't even reach Cardia, I'll have no choice but to reluctantly turn you into a specimen (in the official history, Tarachin did indeed intend to do this) and display you in my loser's exhibit."
After saying that, the holographic image disappeared.
Kaul looked at the scarab beetle, which had returned to silence, and shook his head helplessly.
That old bastard.
Her words are truly sharp, and she's also quite useful.
Although their "cooperation" is full of sarcasm and passionate verbal sparring, as well as underlying mutual exploitation, it is the best option in this desperate universe.
Kaul refocused his attention on the living metal in his hand.
"Very well, from now on, no one will be able to stop me from researching that damned Black Obelisk."
"This ship must take flight."
"Even if I have to crawl, I will crawl to Cardia."
While Kaul was busy arguing with Tarasin, repairing the ship, and catching the traitor.
The radar, which was responsible for scanning and was constantly scanning randomly, suddenly showed a strong signal response.
High energy reading detected.
[Coordinates: Western edge of the Scalles Sector, Forge 7.]
[Signal characteristics: Unknown.]
[Note: An extremely strong preheating signal for the subspace engine has been detected, and ————]
[Warning: Large-scale crustal movement.]
Kaul's main consciousness instantly took over the clone and retrieved the detailed data of that coordinate.
Casting Furnace No. 7?
Why does it sound like a second-rate industrial world that's practically deserted?