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Arctic pigeon:

Terrain props:

Anti-Phase Contamination Wave Generator: SP100. It begins charging when any operator is nearby. Once fully charged, operators within a two-tile radius (cross-shaped distribution) become immune to mental contamination. Demons will prioritize attacking the generator. The generator has 10000 HP, 400 DEF, and 25 Magic Resistance. If the generator is destroyed, all operators within its range will suffer +100 mental contamination and be stunned for 2.5 seconds.

Chapter Ten: Departure - Final Preparations

chapter Ten

"The last compartment." The integrated experimental module slowly descended and landed on the last installation slot on the hull. This experimental module was completely independent and was used to study relics and recover demonic crystals.

Regardless, the doctor was one of the researchers who participated in creating this "environmental modification cluster." A single demon cannot be modified, but that doesn't mean that the demon crystals that have already been retrieved cannot be modified.

However, this process is extremely complex and lengthy, and very dangerous, so it can only be done with extreme caution in such a high-risk laboratory.

"What is this?" Part of the bluish-black crystal had turned a normal emerald green, with a standard hexagonal prism structure. "A purified demonic crystal; however, whether it's usable requires further observation."

The doctor said that there is a very simple way to deal with the demon's shit mountain code, which is to just delete the entire library and then import the original template. The problem is that he does not have the original template on hand.

"In other words, after entering the polar region, we need to search the relevant storage facilities, and it would be best to find the original backup." The doctor pulled up a map, which he had drawn from his memory. "Besides the Tower of Babel in the very center, we have three other investigation targets in the Veiled Zone, but we only have enough time to choose one."

"The map is very rudimentary, basically just a general location and location marker."

"The Space Ecology Laboratory, the Dome Research Center, and the Information Data Center—these are the three facilities I remember, if they are still there."

"Where do you think the original program for this thing would be stored?"

"Anyway, it won't be in the information data center. Even if it were there, it would be completely contaminated. The most likely place is the underground data archive center, but I don't remember where that place is." The doctor's memory had not fully returned, and in his words, everyone used to travel directly between the several nodes by subway.

Even when he drives, he has a driver, so he doesn't need to remember the locations and routes himself. He only remembers these three facilities because they are so close to where he lives, and he needs to go to the data center to find Precys frequently.

"You can only try your luck in these three areas. Which area do you choose?"

"The Dome Research Center," Kal'tsit began, "I've reviewed your records; this area should be a comprehensive research center, right?"

"Yes, it's built in a polar basin, about half the size of Lungmen. It's mainly for comprehensive research, and projects that aren't qualified to build their own research facilities are all located there."

"In other words, given the usual practices in scientific research, they may retain some code information about the demons. After all, it's impossible for such a supporting sub-project to completely avoid using the research data and results of the higher-level project."

"That's what I thought too." But the dome area is too big. In order to simulate the environment of an alien planet, artificial terrain has been built inside. The structure has a total of six layers above and below ground, with artificial simulated environments ranging from deserts to lava cooling platforms, as well as more than a dozen research institutions and production support facilities.

"Nobody knows how many demons and ancient defenses are inside," the doctor sighed. He was the only one with a pass to enter the ruins, and that didn't even take into account whether the pass had been cancelled. Where was he going to find the scientific committee to re-approve his pass, which had expired over a thousand years ago?

"Is the automatic maintenance equipment still running?"

“Theoretically impossible, but the demons and the sea creatures designed it for this purpose. If they have gatherings in the polar regions, these devices are likely still operational. Even if the response rate is only 1%, it would be enough to cause us trouble.” The doctor also felt a bit of a headache. He wasn’t from the security department and didn’t even know what kind of defense facilities were equipped inside.

The summer sun shone on the deep green fields, and Ursus ushered in a short but bountiful summer. It was also the time for the exploration team to set off. The selection and training of personnel in three parts were initially completed, and the trial flight test of the polar behemoth was also over.

"Power load at all levels is normal"

"The supplies have been counted correctly."

"Personnel have completed their tasks; the escort convoy is now undergoing maintenance and repairs."

"Let's go!" Kal'tsit, as the captain, gave the order. She was the only one with experience in commanding a research vessel. The Doctor was responsible for the laboratory and the entire exploration work, and Old Xia had zero experience.

"Put-put-put-put!" Slightly yellowish steam billowed from the stern and side chimneys. The mountain-like tracks moved slowly, eventually rolling over the ground. The two-meter-thick tracks made of nanomaterials were deeply imprinted into the soil, leaving huge marks big enough for someone to fall into.

Reaching the minimum speed of 5 kilometers per hour is almost like crawling, but it still requires time for the escort convoy to assemble and catch up. The escort convoy consists of giant wheeled scientific research and exploration vehicles, but in front of the behemoth, they still look like a group of large ants, not even as tall as the load-bearing wheels.

"Speed ​​up, slow down!" The slow speed was 8 kilometers per hour. The second pair of engines in the engine room started up, and the output of the nuclear-powered turbine generator increased accordingly. The entire ship began to vibrate slightly.

"Speed ​​up again, half-speed cruising!" All engines on, all drives engaged, load at 70%, speed increased to 20 kilometers per hour. At this speed, we should be able to reach the dividing line camp in about a day.

That was a forward supply base overlooking the boundary line, and also the last relay camp. After replenishing the last batch of personnel and supplies there, we would finally step into the polar circle.

The dividing line camp, consisting of barbed wire, sandbag walls, tents, and a few mobile platforms, is supposed to be a supply depot for the Behemoth, but it actually looks more like it needs supplies from the Behemoth.

However, there are indeed things provided here: some intelligence gathered by the advance team, samples from the cemetery area, and some members of the advance team who need to join the main force.

"Tactical staff, OK, protective suit, OK, breathing mask..." The girl nervously checked each piece of equipment, muttering to herself.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

"Hmm, I'm a little nervous," the girl said, scratching her head and twitching her orange rabbit ears. "This is a forbidden zone! Why do I have to participate in such a difficult activity right after graduation?" She looked like she was about to cry.

"Cloth, don't be so nervous. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. You're the best shooter in school."

"Yes, yes, I'm the best," the girl took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her nervousness. The polar behemoth gradually came to a stop, opened the side passage gates and ramps, and began loading samples and subsequent personnel. The engineers also took the opportunity to conduct a routine check on this long voyage. The results were not ideal, but they were within expectations. There were quite a few minor issues, but no major problems had been encountered yet.

"Your cabin and room are here." To avoid differences in living habits, such as sleep patterns, all four people in the cabin are of the same race. Otherwise, if you put a Sarkaz and an Exusiai in the same room, the former would immediately beat up the latter—who the hell can sleep with the lights on at night!

The latter also found it difficult to accept sharing a room with the Sarkaz, as their schedules and habits were too different, and a fight was bound to break out sooner or later. Therefore, this arrangement of personnel in the cabins almost made Kal'tsit lose her hair. In the end, after many changes, she still chose the original plan, with each cabin housing people of the corresponding race.

If there are excess or insufficient spaces, they are designated as duty rest areas for hot shift rotation, which initially solves the problem. However, it is estimated that there will still be many adjustment issues to be addressed later.

"It looks so cramped~" There are already two companions in the dormitory. One is a former mine security guard from Rembitox, codenamed Violent. He has now left Rembitox Mining Company because Rhodes Island pays more.

What else? Work hard for the boss's rare, luxury sports car? Of course, we go to work for money!

Another one is Popka, who also belongs to Rhodes Island's Reserve Operations Group A6.

"Are there only three people? Is there still one person who hasn't arrived?" Kross was a little curious. This was the last replenishment station. If they hadn't boarded the ship and been assigned beds by now, there would probably be empty seats.

The cabin is a standard living cabin, divided into two smaller rooms by polymer wall panels. One room is a dressing room, which is very small and can only accommodate a maximum of two people. It has four built-in wardrobes and a retractable storage shelf above the head, but for some reason, all four wardrobes are full of things, and the shelf also has daily necessities issued by the ship.

The other room is where we sleep, with two sets of bunk beds, a small communal table, and a built-in platform against the wall where the beds can be used as a small desk or storage shelf.

Because the ship is very large, not all living quarters have portholes. The cabin where Cross was located was one of those with portholes. The portholes were small and separated by double-layered insulated transparent material. They could not be opened, but they did have a sunshade, which is common on airplanes.

Looking out from a height equivalent to that of an eight-story building, one can see the distant cemetery and wilderness, with large and small demonic crystals resembling tombstones. Some even stranger crystals are floating abruptly in the air, whether they are mirages or illusions is unknown.

Further away, on the edge of the distant veil, a faint light shimmers—a unique spectacle of high-energy particle streams rubbing against the atmosphere and magnetic fields. This phenomenon is said to have never existed long ago; it has only appeared a few hundred years ago.

"Who knows? Maybe he's on duty, or maybe he just got lucky and ended up in a cabin with only three people." Brutality was wearing a gray vest. Unlike the other two rabbits' slender figures, Brutality from Rembitox had a very good physique, making the actually loose vest look tight.

This is probably the same kind of figure as Yelena, where clothes make you look slim. After all, the fact that Frostnova's outfit can support such a noticeable curve is already quite remarkable.

"Whose gun is this?" There was an unfamiliar gun next to the bed in the corner. The gun was covered with a snow camouflage cover and the muzzle was also covered with a dust cover. It looked very well maintained.

"I don't know, did you bring it?"

"I...I am a melee operator," Popka hesitated. She was a melee operator, and her weapon was a pair of molten swords hanging on the bed ladder. Brutality was also a melee operator, but like Kroos, she had Originium Arts, except for a power hammer leaning against the door. Therefore, she was issued a tactical staff that was placed on a shelf.

"Kross, isn't this yours?" Among the three, there was only one sniper operator, so they thought it was Kross's luggage that she had checked in in advance.

"Uh, no, I'm using this." Kross patted his backpack, which contained custom-made firearms, one long and one short. The long gun was an extended technical shotgun. To put it bluntly, the so-called technical shotgun was Old Xia's knock-off firearm, which used a charged boost mode to use etched bullets as propellant to directly fire spell bullets.

The short one is a submachine gun named "Short Sword" by Lateran. Of course, it's still Old Xia's knock-off weapon, but it's not the technical type, but a regular rapid-fire type. The only problem is that the size of the etched bullets means that this thing only has a magazine capacity of 20 rounds. It's the kind of thing where the magazine is emptied instantly when the trigger is pulled.

"Could it be..." The three rabbits exchanged glances. Could there be some kind of supernatural event in this dormitory?

"I heard this is a converted ancient ship. Could it be some strange thing with an unyielding obsession?" Popka was already trembling.

"I think it's more likely that they just haven't arrived yet or something has delayed them. After all, when we arrived, this rifle wasn't even here yet." Violence shrugged, indicating that there was no need to bring this issue into the realm of the supernatural.

"I see." Kross thought that was a possibility, so he opened his bag, put the weapon on the rack, and took out and put away the other miscellaneous items one by one.

“A representative from your cabin will come out to collect your shower and meal tickets. The journey ahead won’t be as easy as it was before.”

All water use relies entirely on purifiers to filter and rainwater collected by rain collectors, which is then further treated before use. During the journey in the polar regions, it is no longer possible to replenish water from rivers or nearby supply stations as readily as before.

Compared to fuel consumption, water tanks and radiator tanks are consumed much faster, especially water tanks. Drinking, bathing, flushing toilets, cleaning, disinfection, heat dissipation, and even medical treatment all require a large amount of fresh water, making water replenishment a more serious issue than any other problem.

"I'll go!" Popka volunteered to get the tickets; now there were only three people left in the cabin.

"By the way, want some, Violence?" Kross held up the snack in his hand, a nut produced by the Great Yan Dynasty called walnuts.

"Oh~" Baoxing caught the walnut that the other party threw to him, and crushed the hard shell with his fingers, revealing the sweet walnut kernel inside.

Klose threw a small bag of walnuts onto Popka's bed, then tossed the rest onto the empty bunk above.

"ah!"

"Ok?"

"Klose, did you just hear something?"

"It sounds like a girl's voice!" Kross heard it too, even though there was no one on the other side.

"Who threw me?" The girl with white headphones peeked out, then saw her two roommates looking like they'd seen a ghost. "You, you, who are you? Why are you here? When did you get in?!"

"Huh? I've been here the whole time!" The girl looked confused. She had been lying in bed listening to music with her headphones on.

"No, there was no one here when I came in!"

"Huh?" The girl scratched her head. "Is that so? But I've been here the whole time without moving."

"Is that gun yours?"

"Yes, I'm a sniper!" the girl said proudly. What she was most proud of was getting the most kills as a sniper during the exercise, a total of three digits. What was most amazing was that she hardly moved at all.

For a sniper, this is practically a miracle, since snipers rarely have the opportunity to fire and are usually stuck like dogs most of the time. But she managed to hold off the other side at the intersection for an entire day before being taken down by an area-of-effect attack.

"Where are you from?" Violence asked warily. Most of Carter's family came from Rembiton, but she was certain she had never seen this person on Rembiton's roster. Could he really be the lingering spirit of an ancient ancestor?

The girl from the "Eastern Country" thought for a moment and said, "I'm from the Eastern Country, and my code name is... uh, I can't remember my code name. Let me look for it." The girl flipped through her notebook and then said uncertainly, "It seems like they didn't give me a code name. It seems like they forgot about me."

"......"

"......"

"Everyone, there really are four people in our cabin. Look," Popka returned with the receipts, which indeed contained four people's tickets, along with their names.

"Oh, your name is Miyu, a marksman from the East. Wait, why haven't I seen your name in the teams of the Great Yan and the East?"

"Maybe it's because I've been forgotten?" The girl scratched her face. "I seem to be the kind of person who's not easily noticed." In short, I have a weak presence, like wearing Doraemon's stone hat.

As a sniper, this talent is simply incredible. When setting up her gun, she is hard for the enemy to notice, which allows her to rack up more than 200 kills at intersections before dying in a large-scale AOE attack from the enemy. However, the meaning of her low presence is that 99% of the aggro she attracts will be transferred to her teammates.

This resulted in her racking up enough kills, but the spotter and allies suffered heavy casualties. Usually, she would only be spotted after her teammates had all been eliminated.

"I see, Miss Ghost," Klose said with a smile, clapping his hands together. With such a strong presence, you still dare to say you're not a ghost.

"I'm not a ghost!"

"Hi, Miss Ghost"

"I already said, it's not a ghost."

“That’s right, Miss Ghost.”

"..."