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"Then let's get someone to pack them up." Several logistics personnel pushed a vehicle over and stuffed the still-wriggling flesh into the boxes. These polymer boxes contained a large amount of bio-acid, and the flesh and blood of the demons began to corrode with a hissing sound as soon as they were put into them.

Strong acid can inhibit the regeneration and re-aggregation of demons to some extent, but only to a certain extent. To really deal with them, you still have to go to the ion furnace in the base. The ion clusters, which are bound by Originium coils and have a temperature of about 6500 to 8000 degrees Celsius, can completely destroy the flesh and blood of the demons.

The remaining demonic crystals will also become ineffective due to thermal ionization and will be recycled by the Doctor to be made into "white crystals". The current purpose of white crystals is to create new blank demonic fragments. The potions made from these fragments can greatly improve the combat power of operators.

However, to prevent further demonic contamination, the doctor extensively covered and deleted these white crystals, causing their effects to be almost restored to their original factory state. Compared to the enhancements implanted by the Ursus Guards, they could not be considered counterfeit or inferior products, but they were merely superficial.

In contrast, its security is many times greater than that of the internal guards. These enhancement agents are still being further improved. Moreover, the white crystal is still being edited from scratch. At least the progress of the work is very slow and it cannot be applied to various weapons and equipment for the time being.

"Buzz!" The chainsaw continued to penetrate deeper into the flesh and blood. Ghost Shark's expression changed from madness to gentleness, then to confusion, and finally to deep exhaustion. No matter how bloodthirsty and fanatical one is, when the process becomes a meaningless repetitive labor, it will feel tedious and tiring.

"Sizzle!" The sound of metal scraping against metal came. "Hey, what's this?" Ghost Shark curiously pressed down hard on the power axe, revealing a long, narrow object inside the flesh. Some strange things and strange yellow markings were also visible under the broken shell.

The next second, Goredia's expression changed, and she used her extendable spear to push off the ground and delivered a flying kick to Specter.

"Captain, what are you doing?" Grandia yelled, grabbing Specter under her arm. "Everyone, scatter! Run!"

Old Xia, who was setting up the research station and was still a bit confused, glanced at the environmental scan information in the corner of the panel, "Radiation leak! Damn!" and turned to run!

Within minutes, the research site was deserted. After a while, a drone cautiously approached the mass of demonic flesh, cut it open, and revealed a long, rusty, and severely corroded container inside.

"Don't you guys use any normal engineering equipment?" Old Xia, who was operating the drone, said with a dark expression. The doctor, however, retorted in a strange tone, "What engineering equipment has this thing with such high power? I don't believe you guys don't use it?"

"...But we're not that reckless. We'll use a clean-type drone to carefully cut through the flesh stuck to the long object. There's already a clear cut mark on its head. Then, the optical camera probes inside."

"Thank goodness, the detonator failed. My god, notify the mothership to prepare a thick lead box and bomb disposal tools. Also, what is the yield of this thing?"

"Only five million tons"

"Five million tons is all? That amount could blow us and our mothership to smithereens!"

"That's true, your engineering explosives are easier than this?"

"We don't even need this kind of yield in the atmosphere!" Old Xia was telling the truth. However, it's hard to say in space. A yield of less than 1 million tons is just enough to make a noise.

"We don't use it inside the atmosphere either; this is the propulsion nuclear weapon used in the Light Path Project."

"Daedalus Ladder? You guys actually did that?" Commonly known as the nuclear missile acceleration track, it uses the energy of a nuclear explosion to propel a spaceship.

"Otherwise, how do you launch the starship?" the doctor retorted. How do you get something that's hundreds of kilometers in diameter moving without a series of nuclear explosions to accelerate it?

"Can't you just clean it up a bit? Wouldn't a laser trigger be better?" The drone had already cut through the outer shell and part of the internal safety layer. Inside the thick cushioning was a still-precise structure and a cylinder that looked like a hedgehog bullet, fixed to a rotatable structure.

"How can the laser trigger be used for a directional nuclear detonation?" the doctor said, looking at the screen. "By the way, the battery is dead, and the Originium explosives have been drained by the demon, so it shouldn't explode."

"I can see it." The outermost Originium explosive charge had been completely devoured by the demon and had not been sawed apart by the Ghost Shark's axe. Of course, if it had been sawed apart, the Great Flame people would have been able to see the sun rise from the north in the middle of the night, and no one present would have needed to worry about running away, because they would have evaporated instantly.

But the bad news was that she sawed off part of the warhead. "Weapon-grade enriched plutonium? You guys are something else. Luckily, I have a quantum optical circuit board on hand. Ordinary electronic components would be pretty much scrap by now."

The drone carefully removed the damaged canister, and the spray gun wrapped it in lead foam three times over before stuffing it into a thick lead protective box.

"It's a fucking divine blessing that your Terran people's previous polar expeditions didn't end in any trouble!"

“We wouldn’t have cut up the demon’s remains so roughly before; we don’t have the capability to handle it,” the doctor said, shrugging. “Besides, even if we sawed it apart, it wouldn’t matter, since it wouldn’t blow up densely populated areas.”

"That makes sense..."

"Besides, you don't need to be so nervous. The outer fission bombs are for directed nuclear explosions." How do you direct the plasma and explosive power of a nuclear explosion? The simplest and most direct way is to use another explosion to push it out.

Using nuclear explosions to compress and direct nuclear explosions—don't think that's a bit far-fetched, because in the case of the earliest hydrogen bombs, nuclear explosions were indeed used to trigger even larger nuclear explosions.

"The lithium deuteride in the core hydrogen bomb inside has long since become ineffective."

"I know, so how much is left?"

"No more than a million tons, huh? I understand what you mean. It can still blow us all to smithereens."

"Next time, could you please tell me in advance what's in this godforsaken place? Wait, could there be an unshutdowned reactor deep inside?"

"Definitely, absolutely, and there are many, a huge number, and they've been operating for thousands of years without anyone managing them. Well, they might have burned through and collapsed long ago." The doctor nodded affirmatively.

"Why the hell can't you use a fusion reactor?" Fusion reactors are much safer; they shut down on their own when pressure or temperature drops, making them much safer than fission reactors—and of course, they're much more spectacular when they explode.

"Superconducting coils are free?" the doctor asked speechlessly. "Our superconducting materials are all prioritized for building starships and orbital elevators, as well as production facilities and energy equipment. There's no difference between using them for ordinary nuclear power plants and fusion power plants. If one isn't enough, we can just build a few more."

"Besides, at that time, no one was planning to keep this planet anymore. Everyone was preparing for Project Ark. Who cared about nuclear leaks?" Since they were moving anyway, it didn't matter if it got dirty. Nobody cared.

"Now I know why the demons haven't expanded. Maybe they can't expand on a large scale because they're cleaning up the mess for you people who only kill and don't bury." No matter how artificially stupid the demons are, their design goal is to modify the environment and maintain equipment for our ancestors. For the demons, large-scale nuclear leaks should be a very high priority to manage.

"Alright, it's all sealed off. Luckily, it was discovered early. However, for all subsequent activities, everyone, regardless of who they are, should wear NBC protective suits." The drone returned to the distant base with the disposed warhead.

"What should we do with these wastes?" "Just bury the decayed lithium deuteride on the spot, bury it deep so that no one digs it up again. As for the remaining deuterium and plutonium, they haven't reached their half-life yet." The half-lives of these two things are surprisingly long.

"Can you build a nuclear bomb?"

"No, can you?"

"If I had studied planetary mining, I definitely would have, but I studied agriculture."

"Didn't you make one before?"

"Is doing handcrafted work using prefabricated parts the same as starting from screws?"

"Fission bombs are not difficult to make."

"If it's not difficult, you do it!" Old Xia said with a dark expression. It was indeed not difficult, especially when you had weapon-grade nuclear fuel. But the problem was that doing it was not difficult, but doing it safely was damn difficult.

"Hmm, forget it. I'll find a professional next time. I know someone who should know, but he's still in Iberia." The doctor stroked his chin, thinking that maybe he'd have an extra tactical nuclear bomb when he got back, maybe even more than one.

On the other side, "How many times have I told you, use standard tools, use standard tools, don't you understand?" Goredia poked Ghost Shark's forehead hard. "Do you know that you almost achieved the highest combat achievement of the Agor forces? You almost assassinated the entire Agor scientific team and the command post of the Deep Sea Hunters with one axe."

"Hehe~"

"Don't think you can get away with playing dumb. Your power axe has been confiscated. From now on, you can only use the utility knife we ​​issued to cut it."

Of all the operators, those from Agor were the most confused. They certainly knew what Geiger meant by his beeping, which most likely meant he had cut open the nuclear fuel rods—however, the Agorians, including Goredia, did not know that what she had cut open was not a fuel rod, but a nuclear warhead.

"So, the ruins below, could they be your missile launch site?" Although demons, like sharks, can find anything, this nearest cave is the most obvious source.

"Probably, there might be more down there." The doctor stood at the edge of the cave, looking down at the logistics team installing the suspended platform and winch.

"Then the people going down must be properly protected. Let's use a drone first." Old Xia's protective suit can withstand a certain amount of radiation, but if it's an abandoned nuclear base down there, full of enriched uranium and leaking fuel rods, then... it's better to send a drone down to scout ahead first.

The large-dog-shaped drone, equipped with optical circuitry, was covered with lead plates and had a lead box on its back. It squatted in the center of the basket and, accompanied by the creaking of the winch, slowly descended to the bottom of the cave.

The structure of the cave gradually transitions from a soil structure to a cracked cement structure, and finally to a smooth structure of an unknown material.

"High-temperature resistant ceramics are generally used at the bottom of launch silos, and are also widely used in other applications," the doctor said. The images transmitted back by the drone were relatively stable. The drone's tail was connected to an optical cable, which would switch to optical transmission if the wireless transmission was interfered with.

"Bang!" The heavy basket slammed to the bottom, kicking up a thick cloud of dust. Under Lao Xia's control, the "Guide Dog" drone's tracks started up, and it slowly descended into the basket, moving forward along the dark tunnel.

"Oh, the fire door, it looks like it was torn open from the outside by a demon." The tunnel wasn't long, and soon a fire door that had been torn apart by tremendous force came into view.

Do you remember what place this is?

"I don't remember. Slow down. There's writing on that wall over there. Move closer." Under the flashlight, faded writing appeared on the refractory ceramic wall.

Can you tell the difference?

"Yes, but it's meaningless" are all curses and insults, so there's no need to translate them. However, for the survivors who were imprisoned here, this kind of thing is quite normal.

The guide dog retracted its tracks, stretched out its mechanical legs, and laboriously climbed over the fireproof gate to enter the passage behind it. Inside the passage were collapsed metal frames lying haphazardly and crystals resembling the excrement left by evil spirits, growing in clusters in the corners.

“Ah, this looks like an underground launch site. I vaguely remember this cross passageway. Doesn’t the sign above say ‘launch pad’?” the doctor said. “Turn right. There should be a two-story staircase on your right. Go up to the control room. This is where the launch vehicle was launched.”

"Then why the hell do they have nuclear weapons?"

"The nuclear weapons tools used by paving machines and spaceships," the doctor said, not at all surprised.

"To avoid wasting your time, your storage medium is..."

"Oh, then we don't need to go there. Just go straight, to the warehouse and the transport garage." The doctor paused for a moment, then said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Electronic storage devices have a lifespan of no more than 50 years. Hard disks last a little longer, up to 70 years at most. Magnetic tapes last even longer, more than 300 years. But for something that is at least a thousand years old... sorry, the only reliable way is to carve the words on stone.

"May I ask, what technology do you have to solve this problem?"

"No technology is needed," Lao Xia said, spreading his hands. "Make an extremely stable crystal that would take two minutes to burn in an electronic furnace, then use a laser to engrave words into it, and finally wrap it in an airtight metal shell—it can store information for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. If you put it in the universe, it might still be usable billions of years from now."

"In short, it's an upgraded version of the characters carved on stone."

"Yes, very prescient." The Terrans never thought about leaving anything for their descendants, because there was no need; the planet wouldn't survive to the next civilization anyway.

What about information density?

"It's low, but that doesn't matter. As long as we make it big enough and carve the characters small enough, that's fine." The Star Alliance civilization data backup array, composed of hexagonal prisms, is located inside the moon. It records human civilization, technology, history, philosophy, biological information, and even the DNA information of almost all known species on Earth. Added with the decoding dictionary, it's just a "mountain."

Considering redundancy and incompleteness, these giant pillars form a structure resembling the Giant's Causeway. As long as the storage device is large enough, even an inscribed stone can hold the information of a civilization.

If the Covenant's quantum storage were used, the entire civilization would weigh less than a kilogram, and its aftereffects would only last for a few decades, less than a century, which is not even a moment in the universe.

Making it like this gives it a substantial weight, and it also ensures sufficient safety and long shelf life.

"Oh, then I've finally figured out a long-standing mystery. I thought it was... Go left ahead, see that gate? Next to it is a junction box. Let's pray the wiring is still working, otherwise we'll have to prepare a big enough bomb to blow it up."

What comes next?

"The spare parts depot, hopefully there are still some usable ones." The doctor never believed in any gods, but he couldn't help but want to pray.

"What did you just say you thought?"

"I always wondered why, in many movies and works about ruins and alien civilizations, which have been around for a long time and are still around now, the ruins are made of stone or stone-like structures. Even with a lot of special effects, they are just black stone structures with no screens, no control panels, and no visual instruments."

"I used to think that artistic works deliberately emphasized a sense of antiquity by avoiding modern electronic equipment and new materials, but it turns out there's a reason for that."

"No, you're overthinking it. That's just the imagination of artists," Old Xia said without hesitation. "The storage medium looks like this, but the reader definitely doesn't!"

"But readers break down even faster, don't they?"

"Well, that makes sense." Not only did the reader break down even faster, but even the instruction manual was carved into stone.

“But I still think they definitely didn’t think about that reason when they created it,” Old Xia shrugged. “They just thought it was cool.”

"Alright, you guessed right, we need a demolition expert." The gate's mechanical structure was jammed, and the internal wiring and control system were probably destroyed as well. Even with the guide dog connected to an external power source, the gate still couldn't be opened.

"radiation?"

"2 millisieverts per hour. Without protective clothing, it would definitely be sent, but with protective clothing, it's not a big problem. Mechanical detonation is the best option."

"That's good. Notify W and her support team to prepare."

"Like I said, if you had just used some safe, clean energy or designed your stuff to be a little more robust, we could have saved ourselves a lot of trouble today." Old Xia rolled his eyes.

Chapter Fourteen: Open Sesame

Chapter Fourteen