The floating probes with hidden goods that exploded in space in succession saved Ma Zhongfei, who was being disciplined by Ren Zhong as if he were a grandson.
Listening to the buzzing white noise in his ears, Ma Zhongfei quickly switched to the last image captured by the probe robot provided by Ying Feng before it lost contact, then sighed deeply.
Just a mont ago, within a radius of 500,000 kiloters, over 200 million small flying devices exploded simultaneously, releasing a strong interference information flow outward, disrupting the communication between the Tracker Spaceship and its current largest external support – "the Net." It also temporarily cut off the communication between the Tracker and the outside world, creating an effect similar to a shielding layer.
This was certainly a dismal situation, indicating that the Tracker had temporarily lost its "eyes" to observe the outside, becoming half-blind.
But for Ying Feng, this was actually a brief opportunity to relax.
This Tracker pilot, who had been working at an unprecedented intensity for a long ti, leaned tiredly back on the Iron Throne, his hands trembling slightly from continuously issuing enhanced commands to his brain, muttering to himself, or perhaps to others: "According to the image captured by the probe robot, it shows that the Rebel Army had slipped their self-developed high-performance Information Flow Interference Bombs among their battlefield intelligence collectors, and now they have detonated them instantly."
"The space near the Tracker is now filled with massive chaotic information flow, interfering with our ans of collecting external information. Now we can only obtain lagged data through optical caras and radio radar scans. Our missiles and energy cannons can no longer precisely lock onto enemies at a nanoscale, like being plunged into an information flow black fog. Of course, this also conveniently cuts off our contact with the Imperial Apostle."
While saying the last sentence, Ying Feng's gaze turned towards Ma Zhongfei.
The previous one-sided conversation between Ren Zhong and Ma Zhongfei, that scolding, was broadcasted live and comprehensively; everyone heard it.
Therefore, no one really felt much regret.
No matter the reason, no matter whose fault it was, the objective fact was that Lord Apostle had now lost his utility value, so this disconnection was irrelevant, once broken, so be it.
In a sense, this was the only good news among the heap of bad news.
On the other side, Fidina Locke also reported: "I have just received two proposals from the Wise Brain. One is to overload the remaining jet dium engines to leave this black fog area as soon as possible, then in fifteen minutes we can restore the ability to send information flows outward. At least we could convey the movents of the Spirit Demon Race to the Empire and re-establish contact with the 'Net'. The other proposal is to strengthen the force field shield and hold our ground. As long as we endure for half an hour, the intensity of the black fog will decrease, and we can still send signals outward and contact the 'Net'. Both proposals will significantly deplete the already scarce energy. The Wise Brain's suggestion for both options is fifty per cent, which one to choose?"
Besodes Alson imdiately responded upon hearing this: "Delivering information to the Empire isn't the most urgent matter. Even with the black fog, if all nine of us died, the black box built into the Tracker could still generate a top-tier global alert. What happened here can still be conveyed. I think we should choose the second one. With our force field shield and stronger Ice Sealing Army, we still have an advantage. Moreover, now that the distance between both sides is very close, even if we can only target optically, we can still achieve milliter-level targeting accuracy."
"Indeed." Ying Feng agreed with Bessodes' judgent and decisively implented the Wise Brain's second recomnded option.
Watching the energy index of the force field shield climb again from 50%, and looking at the fireworks still exploding outside, everyone inexplicably felt relieved.
Yet, every heart was filled with questions, heavy and burdenso.
As sovereign citizens of the chanical Empire, the nine knew so of the real history.
The first layer of history on Source Star is not completely fictional.
In fact, Source Star is indeed the original information of all humanity in the entire Elliptical Star System.
On Source Star, bathed in the perfect natural environnt of the Source Sun, life evolved over billions of years, finally coalescing into a miracle of the universe, the carbon-based humans.
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