Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 82: Iron Armored Fighting Spirit
The so-called "headquarters" is located in a huge basement in the southwest of the city. I think that the word "basement" alone is not enough to describe this place. It is simply a huge underground fortress. I think that even the legendary underground castle of the undead is far inferior to this.
According to our enthusiastic driver, the elven warrior, this headquarters is located one kilometer underground, with many passages, and can accommodate hundreds of thousands of soldiers and corresponding supplies, and can resist the attack of nuclear explosions. Thank God, there is finally something I can understand. The so-called "nuclear explosion" theory I have come across in my alchemy research, but I have always believed that only the most hysterical anti-life lunatics would study this. Facts have proved that in seven thousand years, we may be able to solve the problem of nuclear explosions, but we have not been able to solve the problem of the crazyness of those dangerous geniuses.
But after the outbreak of the war, most of the headquarters was abandoned. Even so, the space left for us was large enough. When we got off the bus, we found ourselves in a vast space - yes, you heard it right, I said "vast". In the space of dozens of miles, there were various shuttle-shaped objects with huge wings parked. Coincidentally, they were very similar to the "aircraft" studied by the dwarf boys named Wright Brothers in Campnavia seven thousand years ago. I ventured to judge that these things were flying tools that could carry people - they might even be flying weapons. In addition, all kinds of armored vehicles were parked in this space. Many soldiers wearing special uniforms and armor shouted loudly and shuttled back and forth, driving these armored vehicles out of here in teams and rushing to the front line.
Standing in the front row waiting for us is an old man named "General Dirk". He is wearing a ridiculously thin gray-green cloth armor - believe me, this armor can't even protect against the threat of nail clippers, not to mention the flat, crooked hat on his head, which looks like someone just hit his head flat with a stick - I really don't know how this frail old guy became a general.
Oh, by the way, General Deke's short and stocky figure and long reddish-brown beard prove that he is an out-and-out underground dwarf - I think this explains why this headquarters is buried deep underground instead of being built on the ground.
There were two figures behind General Deke. One was tall and hunched, wearing a white coat that didn't fit him well, and a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. Compared with these glasses, the thing on Xiange Yayi's eyes was like a heavy helmet. His skin was indigo, and two sharp fangs were exposed at the corners of his lips. There was no doubt that he was a troll, and his name was "Professor Banglin".
The other one was a pretty dark elf, her name was "Major Elliot". She was also wearing a similar cloth armor, but there were no unknown patterns on her shoulders and chest. In her hand was a gleaming hard board, on which various images and words changed from time to time. I felt very familiar with this thing, because seeing it reminded me of the various tricks of displaying images that old Carlson taught me in the Stone Fortress.
Seeing us coming out of the car, General Deke did not hide his suspicion and disappointment at all.
"You're talking about them, Professor..." He held a burning cigarette in the corner of his mouth and looked at us with a frown, "...You mean, this group of primitive...indigenous people can help us win this war? These young chickens are not even as old as my grandson."
"Strictly speaking..." the troll Professor Bangrim coughed lightly and refuted mercilessly, "...the grandchildren of the grandchildren of these heroes from seven thousand years ago are older than you, General."
The professor's words made the general very embarrassed. He took a deep puff of the smoke coming out of the corner of his mouth. The red beard on his chin jumped up and down, and it seemed that his whole face was twitching. This embarrassed expression made us all laugh.
"...In addition, General..." Professor Banglin took out a round instrument from his pocket, and then pressed it, and an image suddenly appeared in the air, "...This is a mural that is seven thousand years old. It was discovered more than a thousand years ago in a place called Reef Castle. Found together with this mural was the treasure of the King of the Seven Seas, the great pirate 'Red Turban' Kelsey. It records in detail how these people traveled through the cracks in time and space, came to seven thousand years later, and helped us defeat that guy and restore everything to normal. The pirates painted for them as a souvenir to thank them for restoring the island to its original state. You see, this woman is this guy, and this warrior is him..." As he spoke, the Troll Professor pointed to the blurry mural and compared it with us one by one.
"Xian Ge Ya Yi, they drew you like Ultraman..." Red Wolf said excitedly, pointing at the mural. Although I don't know what Ultraman is, the oval shape used to depict Xian Ge Ya Yi's huge glasses on the mural does look very lifelike.
"I don't understand, professor, why you are so sure that these primitive natives can help us win the war. They can't even use energy guns. If the scrap metal in their hands can defeat that guy, then I can bite it to death with my teeth." General Deke's tone was full of disdain.
"That's because that guy knows our weapons like the back of his hand. Most of our weapons were developed and manufactured by him. Battlefield practice has proved that he has a defensive power against our energy weapons beyond imagination. And they, these 'natives' you mentioned, possess the magical power that we have lost in the process of evolution - the power of magic!" explained the professor.
I noticed that no matter whether it was the general or the professor, they only described the enemy in the third person singular, that is, "he" instead of "they". In addition, I found that this headquarters gathered almost all the intelligent races that could be found in the entire Farvi continent, whether they were humans, blood races, elves or demons, they were all here, and there were even two undead skeletons holding wrenches. This was a scene I had never seen before, and I couldn't even imagine it. All races eliminated their differences and united closely together, as close as brothers.
However, the strange thing is - I thought - since they are all here, have become comrades in the same trench, brothers on the same front, then who could be the enemy?
"The power of magic..." General Deke snorted coldly, "...It's up to you, Professor. I hope you can win the war with that child's sketch. But I have reservations. Major Elliot, please introduce the situation here to our guests." With that, the general waved his hand, blew out a smoke ring, and turned and left.
The dark elf Major Elliot spread out the board in his hand expressionlessly, and some strange patterns immediately floated out.
"Everyone, you are now in a time seven thousand years after your own time, which I think you probably already know. According to the various historical records we have, seven thousand years ago, you successfully helped us defeat the enemy and returned to our own time. This is good news for us who are in trouble. We sincerely implore you to once again..." It's really strange, why did she say "again", it's obviously our first time here? "... Help us defeat the enemy, this is the only way to save this world from the doomsday crisis, and it is also your only chance to return to your own time and space."
"Our enemy is a supercomputer called 'Daremos'. It has been in use for a hundred years and has been the backbone of the Falvi world's military, scientific research, education and economic forces for a century. Its program was set to protect all intelligent life in the Falvi world. However, starting five years ago, it lost control and began to take over all the forces of this world in all directions. Since its tentacles have extended to every corner of this world, we lack the ability to fight it. Now this command center was built from a strategic base abandoned a hundred years ago, and we were lucky to find it. The main brain of 'Daremos' is in this city. We need you to embed this module..." As she spoke, she took out a diamond-shaped object that was shining with blue light and full of technology, "...into its main brain, so as to directly delete it..."
When the cold and beautiful dark elf said the name "Darimos", I almost jumped up in shock. But when I thought that it was a product of the last hundred years and had nothing to do with the supreme god, I was able to put my mind at ease.
I had always wanted to know what the "computer" she was talking about was, but it seemed that she had no intention of exploring the issue further. Moreover, my fellow airmen were all indifferent to this, and I suspected that this was something they didn't need to ask, so I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Unlike me who listened attentively to Major Elliot's introduction, my companions seemed to be unconcerned. In the words of our president, Miss Feiyin, "It's a waste of time for these NPCs to talk about the plots we all know." They didn't seem to worry about being in a time and space seven thousand years later. Surprisingly, they seemed to be familiar with all of this:
"Hey, this looks like a scene from 'Iron Wars'. I've played this game before, the stand-alone version." Changgong Sheri shouted excitedly as he looked at the steel machines around him.
"'Distant Continent' and 'Iron Soul' are both games from Darrymos. Now that 'Iron Soul' is going to have an online version, we're advertising it here to promote it," Niu Baiwan explained.
"Aren't you finished yet? You're so slow. Let's all turn off the conversation. It can save some time." Fei Yin said impatiently.
"Don't be in a hurry, President. It's quite fun to just watch the plot." Nocturne in B flat minor obviously disagreed.
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"...Now, you'd better split into two groups. One group will hold the Kaler defense zone where the main brain is located to prevent the enemy from coming back for reinforcements, while the other group will go straight to the central defense zone where the main brain is located to eliminate Darmos as soon as possible. Our transport plane is ready, and you can board and depart at any time." Amidst the noise, the dark elf Major Elliot finished the last sentence conscientiously. Following her guidance, I saw a sharp black aircraft with a dwarf driver sitting in the front, and there were ten seats left for us in the cabin at the back.
Due to the presence of the half-orc fat shadow thief Chang Sanjiao, this was doomed from the beginning to be an unpleasant journey. In fact, I think the only correct way to let Chang Sanjiao ride with us in this narrow aircraft is to liquefy him as a whole and pour him in, but unfortunately even after 7,000 years, our descendants have not developed this obviously very practical technology. In the end, we had to put him in the middle seat - in the words of Longbow Shooting the Sun, only in this way can we ensure that the plane will not be pressed to one side by his weight.
The cabin we were riding in was fully sealed, which was undoubtedly bad news for most people, because we could not appreciate the magnificent view of the earth from high altitude, but for Xian Ge Yayi, who was very afraid of heights, this was undoubtedly a great blessing. Even so, he still chose another middle seat, because it seemed to give him a greater sense of security - at this time he did not know that he had made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.
When we were all seated, three straps extended from the back of our chairs, two from our shoulders through our armpits, and the other across the waist, fastening us to the seats. The texture of these two straps is very special, strong and flexible, which can ensure our stability in the seat without making people feel too constrained - of course, this "us" refers to normal and healthy creatures like me. At least the Yangtze River Delta will definitely not like this design. I think this guy's intestines are about to be strangled.
With a roar, we could feel the aircraft slowly leaving the ground after a shake. A burst of music came from the cockpit, the melody was grand, magnificent, and impassioned, making people feel excited. Listening to this music that set off the atmosphere, I suddenly understood something - no wonder this aircraft looks so huge and there is only so little space for us to sit, those idiots actually stuffed a whole symphony orchestra in it. And in terms of musical attainments, the level of this orchestra is far inferior to our bard's Nocturne in B-flat minor. When it comes to inspiring courage and uplifting people, nothing can better stimulate the heroic ambitions in our hearts than the passionate "Eighteen Touches".
I thought we would be able to reach our destination safely while sitting in the stable cabin and listening to the uplifting music. But past experience tells me that whenever I feel this way, bad things will not be far away - this time is no exception. Just a few minutes after we flew into the air, there were more and more frequent explosions outside the cabin, and a shrill alarm sounded in the cabin. A red indicator light hanging above the cabin suddenly flashed, which seemed to symbolize an ominous omen. A man's nervous voice sounded - I guess it should be the voice of the dwarf driver - he shouted: We are under attack, switch to manual combat mode, everyone is ready to fight, shoot down the enemy plane, and ensure your own safety until landing.
I only understood the six words "We are under attack" from his words, but it seemed that he did not leave me any time to think about it. Soon, I felt the cabin we were in roar again, followed by violent vibrations, which sounded like some large and heavy metal doors were opening or closing. The walls on both sides of the cabin slowly opened, revealing some hidden cabins, and then our seats began to move. Only then did I realize that our seats were fixed on some special tracks. Along these tracks, our seats were moved to different cabins.
I was moved to the top of the aircraft, which was an almost completely transparent round cockpit. There was a strangely shaped handle in the cockpit. There was a red case on each side of the handle. There was a small screen in the center of the handle with a ring in the middle. Extending from the handle was a silver-gray, thick and long metal tube covered with some blue glowing patterns. I subconsciously held the handle and shook it to the left. The entire cockpit immediately rotated to the left, and the image on the screen changed accordingly. I thought about it and pressed the button on my right hand. An indigo beam of light immediately shot out from the metal tube, and on the screen, I could see that the beam of light just passed through the center of the ring.
I immediately realized that this was a powerful magic weapon system, and the beam of light that just shot out was the same as the beams of light that shot out from the entrance of the Reef Castle. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little sad: the only signal that our descendants sent to our ancestors through seven thousand years of time and space was war. They lived in such a beautiful era, but they, like us, could not get rid of the brutal and bloody side of this world. If the people seven thousand years ago knew this, should they be relieved or feel despair?
I didn't have much time to sigh, as I soon saw my enemies. They were a group of disc-shaped flying machines, with red flames below and dangerous crimson beams of light from the front, chasing us not far behind. They were much smaller than the aircraft we were riding, and their speed was much faster, and they were about to catch up with us.
At such a critical moment, the most important question that popped into my mind was: It’s so strange, where is the symphony orchestra playing the music hidden?
As a warrior, I am standing on a strange battlefield that does not belong to me, operating a strange weapon that does not belong to me, facing a group of strange enemies that do not belong to me, and these guys obviously will not spare my life just because I look strange. Is there anything worse in the world than this?
In fact, there are:
"Help!" A hysterical cry rang in my ears, frightening me so much that my hands trembled and I almost made a big hole in our own aircraft.
Damn it, I almost forgot about this!
Of course, that was the elegant shouting of Xian Ge Ya Yi, who else could it be but him?
