Start the self-test program, and lines of Ipsilon characters flash by.

After watching for a long time, he realized that the rune crystal ball fell and exploded before, in addition to the shock wave, it also caused a high-energy electromagnetic pulse storm. The core circuit of the lifting platform was coupled with it, and the extremely destructive current and surge burned some important components, resulting in gravity compensation and power system obstacles and loss of lifting ability.

Not to mention that Ipsilon's technological equipment is extremely sophisticated, even if it fails in an ordinary elevator in human society, with his knowledge reserves, he will be denied.

Aros, Hausen? The latter is a reckless man. He is a good guy in boxing and killing people. He repairs equipment? Let's have a dream of spring and autumn. As for Aros, he probably doesn't have this ability.

Look at the lifting platform on strike, now he has experienced what it means to be happy and sad. There are strong enemies around him. If it is just some armored groups, with the power in their hands, there is still the capital for a battle, but there is almost no such thing as in the air.

How to fight a cosmic warship in a gang? Even if the Gods unit has strong combat power, facing a large combat unit that is several times more than itself, it may have the only result of failure and death on the battlefield.

Tang Fang returned to the upper floor with a dark face and looked up. Hausen was kissing Colonel Francis' old and tender face with his big feet that had stepped on countless bat demon feces.

When he saw his mouth hanging on the oil bottle and his face was full of sorrow, Aros suddenly felt a very bad feeling. He twisted off the ashes and stuffed half of the cigarette that had not yet been sucked into the storage box on his shoulders. He raised his head and asked, "What happened?"

Tang Fang nodded and briefly explained the situation below. After hearing this, Aros frowned: "So, our retreat has been cut off?"

Hausen didn't care about abuse of Frances anymore, and said with an ugly look on his face: "There are fleets above and armor groups in front, but they can't go down. Let's get dumplings together."

It takes time to dig a hole, and cockroaches can't count on it. Tang Fang has no choice but to do it for a while. There is no need to do it. In just a few more minutes, the steel sky above the ruins will open, and the three of them will become the target of public criticism and face the enemy's artillery baptism.

A trace of regret surged into his heart. He never thought that he would be trapped by the small loss of big things and would not come if he had known it. However, if he thought about the information in the database, he had to come again.

Quantum torque regulation device, advanced refining process of source zero, core energy collection array, fission reaction catalytic technology, source zero isotope refining technology... There is no need to do many of these. As long as the empire obtains one of them, national strength will improve by leaps and bounds. At that time, it will be twice as difficult as it is now to subvert Corkraf Stewart's rule.

"You are blamed for the guy who has not succeeded enough and has suffered more than failure... If it weren't for your 'god', how could it have fallen into the current stage?"

"Bah, Aros, don't fire the hindsight here. If I didn't do that, you wouldn't be the sniper. Maybe the three of us would have become the dead souls under his gun."

"You...softist!" Aros was exhausted for a moment.

Francis coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, lowered his head and rubbed his military uniform, and sneered on his extremely pale face due to excessive blood loss: "Hahaha, tremble, you slut, you are a bunch of stolen, the stolen frame of the imperial court is prepared for you."

"There will never be a good ending when it is an enemy of the Empire. The light of 'Celtic's divine punishment will cut off your heads and burn your bodies. While you can still walk, speak, listen, and experience the taste of fear."

"Bah, traitors must not die well!"

The vicious curse came into Hausen's ears. The irritable guy raised his eyebrows and punched Frances on the right cheek, with four clear red spots printed on it: "Old thing, believe it or not, I'll kill you first."

Francis ignored him and turned to look at Tang Fang: "Surrender, hand over that mysterious unit, and swear to be loyal to His Majesty. There may be a way out, otherwise, your fate will be in the wilderness of corpses!"

How valuable is such a person to be able to command aliens and manipulate the ruins of Ipsilon? How could he not have imagined that those data are nothing. As long as they can be recovered and their abilities can be used, from then on, Ipsilon

The dragon ruins will shed their mystery in front of the empire and become a docile little sheep lying on his shores waiting for His Majesty to come. And he will become a general, or even a magistrate, a prince, and achieve the peak of his career and life.

brilliant.

There was no answer or response. At this time, Tang Fang was immersed in hard thinking. When things developed to this point, complaining would not have any effect. Even if there was no one blow from Hausen's bad things and successfully hid in the ground, what could it be?

Once an underground refinery factory is discovered, will the Sulu Empire give up? Will the Mengya Empire give up? I believe that by then, this old love and new enemy will reunite and hook up in pairs, just to remove the thorn in one's eyes.

There are nearly 30W crystals underground and 40W gas resources are true, but now he is unable to produce the three-horse air force. Facing the vast space warships above Nami Star, he can only sigh.

The turtle shrank underground and was passively defended, the infantry fought to the death, had huge resource reserves, hunting, and sentries. He had enough confidence to fight the Marines of the two fleets and cried and complained. But what could that be? It was hard to fight the fleets of both sides when they went out, and they kept hiding if they didn't go out? No supplies and no freedom, what would be different from prisoners? Even if they were not suffocated, they would die of thirst and starvation!

Just now, when I was controlling the psychic flame to delete data, I checked the building structure and found that there was a hangar on the second floor, and there was an Ipsilon shuttle in it, which was a means of transportation for scientific researchers at the General Control Center.

Leaving by shuttle is a good choice. However, will the two fleets of Nami-Star's outer space allow themselves to leave safely?

The Thunder Fleet and the Holy Violet Fleet are equipped with counter-curve scrambling equipment to form a huge space-time filter net in tens of thousands of kilometers of void chains. Any action that enters or highlights the Nami starry sky at warp speed will be intercepted.

Like the warp engine, the inverse scrambling scrambling equipment is also a warp interference instrument developed by deciphering Ipsilon Technology. It can scatter a special particle into the surrounding void to achieve the purpose of destroying the space-time bubbles created by the warp engine and forcing the spacecraft out of the virtual space.

The cost of reverse scrambling equipment is very low, but the consumables required for operation - "reverse scrambling particles" are relatively precious. They are refined by mixing a variety of highly radioactive rare elements of source metal No. 0. The manufacturing process is complicated and dangerous.

Also because this technology was stripped from the Ipsilon ruins, it also has certain effect on the Ipsilon warship, so the Tang Dynasty felt like it was a dead end.

If the back road is cut off and the ruins are out, they will inevitably face the baptism of the artillery fire of the Tiger Shark Regiment. If you leave on a shuttle, you will be intercepted by the fleets of both sides. If you hold on to the army, you will not be able to move? There is no difference between sitting and waiting for death.

What should I do? Don’t look at his calm appearance on the surface, but in fact, he is already in a mess deep in his heart.

"Did you think clearly? You can live! You will die if you don't want to go back!" Francis struggled to sit up. Now, although his arms are broken, his clothes are not in order, and his eyes are in a mess. The arrival of the Tiger Shark United is like a dose of strong adrenaline, which restores his former glory again, and the arrogant face of the imperial nobles.

Even though his face was pale now, the faint sneer on the corner of his mouth exposed his compassion. The winner who just decided his fate, but in a blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and instead became a hot pot ants who could only save their lives by waving their tails in front of him. This scene is not a drama or a satirical one.

"What are you hesitating? If you are later, when the Tiger Sharks United opens the dome curtain, under the endless artillery fire, you will become a pile of residue and garbage in space." Francis's eyes flashed with the colorful colors that only the winner could have: "Want to be the enemy of the empire? You are a little more tender. The Seven Princes, the Eighteen Lords, and the Thunder Fleet are no less than twenty, let alone the twelve Kings Divisions in His Majesty's hands."

"With your little force, you are simply a mantis chariot, overestimating your ability. The wheels of the empire are rolling, and the ants can only be flattened and ironed, and become paving stones for the soles of His Majesty Korklav's feet."

"Finally, I'll ask you again, should you choose to surrender and survive? Or should you choose to resist stubbornly, and then be trampled and crushed like a bed bug?"

His words were arrogant and rude, filled with a sense of superiority, which reminded Tang Fang of a group of people in his previous life, who were equally above the top, without caring about the sufferings of the world, and the people were arrogant. Power and fame were the only things they pursued, and of course, there were women...

Hausen's forehead veins thrust, and his right hand had already grabbed his neck: "Aristocrat? Bullshit! In my eyes, you are just a piece of shit." After saying that, he swung his punch.

"Pa." At some point, Tang Fang stood up and used his right arm to block his fist.

Hausen frowned and said, "Hmm?"

Tang Fang ignored him and walked to Frances: "Can you save your life by surrender?"

Francis's eyes were furrowed into a wild pear blossom: "Not bad."

"Can you keep your dignity?"

“…”

"Can you pull Corkraf off the throne of the emperor, let him get down to earth and listen to the accusation of the dead souls of hell?"

"presumptuous……"

"Can you let the nobles bend down and lower your noble heads to listen to the sufferings of the civilians? The tragic songs of the soldiers?"

“…”

"One day I will let it be reborn in the fire in this country. One day I will make him fall like a dog on the 'Holy Sword Square'. And you nobles will tremble, tremble and panic all day long."

"You...a bold madman..."

"Francis, what you rely on is nothing more than the Thunder Fleet. Today, let me see how I made it a bunch of rags. Remember, this is just a little trivial interest."

"What are you...what are you going to do?" Francis's heart burst into pieces, and a sense of ominousness arose.

There was no response, the only answer was the gun that Tang Fang slowly raised.

"Tang Fang, what do you... do you want to do?" The question was Hausen Aros who also turned his head and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Blast it..."

A slow answer came, but when the ears of the three people not far away, it seemed like the sound of the loud bell and Dalu, which lasted for a long time.

"Fried it...fried it..." Francis repeated twice with a dull look on his face: "Who did he explode? Who did he explode?"

"In the near future, there will be a ghost telling you."

With a "bang", the bright red blood spurted out from the back of Francis' head and sprinkled on the ground and painted into a piece.

Turning around and walking up the stairs, the light threads floated and gently attached to the back of his hand. Tang Fang took a deep breath and suppressed the reluctance in his heart to send a command to the spiritual flame.

A red light flashed, and a string of large Ipsilon characters appeared on the light curtain in front of you. It was converted into human language, which was YESORNO?

Tang Fangqiang was reluctant to leave and chose YES.

The characters flashed a few times and instantly converged. The whole ball of spiritual flame seemed like a static heart stimulated by electric current, "thump, thump", radiating waves outwards.

Tang Fang sighed lightly, intending to disconnect from the spiritual flame, suddenly, a red light flowed down the light thread, quickly sinking into his forehead like a terrifying sphere.

At the same time, a sigh echoed in my ears.

"When Baruch stroked the earth with his gentle hands, Tarola bloomed on the blue fields of Messel. Oh, my hometown, Serepas..."

The sound is melodious and pleasant, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, like a clear spring.

Tang Fang was stunned, Baruch? Isn't this the oldest star of the Ipsi Dragon - among the two suns above Serepas? Messel is the largest plain in Serepas. As for Tarola, it is a small flower, as ordinary as the reds of the earth. Every autumn of the year, this crystal-made flower is like a crystal clear carpet, covering the entire plain like waves.

"Hey, where did this sound come from?"

He was just wondering, suddenly, a muffled sound came from outside. After a change of thought, he saw through the monitoring equipment on the surface of the ruins, a gap was seen in the steel dome curtain with a radiating area of ​​nearly one kilometer above, and then slowly contracted to both sides.

A tiger shark-class destroyer's hideous shark head sprayed in the middle, and the 220MM electromagnetic rail cannon with both left and right strings was tilted downwards, locking the entrance to the ruins far away.

Tang Fang's face flashed with a fierce look, and the enemy came far faster than he had imagined.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

At the same time, another wave came from the psychic flame, and a pulse could radiate, and the electromagnetic scanning reading of the power armor rose sharply.

A swaying faintly came from the ground. I don’t know if it was because the steel dome curtain was opened outside or for some other reason.

Turning his head to look at the cruel expression on Tang Fang's face, Aros's heart burst into pieces, "Blast it?" It seems that the subject of this sentence is not a heritage, but... is... the entire Namixing?

When he thought of this terrifying possibility, his eyes suddenly opened up and his cold sweat slowly flowed down. With the friendship he had established along the way, he knew that such a crazy thing would definitely do if the boy was angry.

Looking at Hausen, who was still unaware of the fact that the monk Zhang Er couldn't touch his mind, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "It's easy to burn the boat, but how should we get out next?"

No one answered their questions. At this time, Tang Fangzheng focused on overloading the system to maximum power to implement the seemingly crazy but forced to do something in his heart.

The psychic flame is burning at an accelerated speed, and blue streamers are emitted from the diamond crystal and then penetrate into the crystal light ball below. I don’t know whether the energy fluctuation frequency is too high or the pulse energy inverts in reverse, which stimulates the atomic energy level of the source zero crystal in front of the robotic arm. A recoil light wave flashes, the energy degree on the spectrum analysis conversion instrument soars, and the core CPU is instantly overclocked to the upper limit.

As a dazzling light lit up, with a "wow" sound, the display screen shattered and sparks splashed. An overclocking pulse that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye could go up the rubber tube. When passing through the crystal ridges of the front end of the five robotic arms, a circle of dazzling silver light burst out. Five high-frequency lasers carried powerful energy and poked on five rune crystal balls that had been cleared into data like a sharp sword.

The previous scene repeats itself, and the rune crystal ball cannot withstand the stimulation of high-frequency lasers. After a tremor, the light wire connecting the diamond crystal broke from it, and the entire ball fell from top to bottom and exploded into a ball of extremely destructive flash.

Last time there was one, but this time there were five!
To be continued...