Star Forge Titan

"Great Lord, please hand this reserve unit over to me. The missing socialization and character development can be supplemented artificially. I believe that after 132 planetary standard hours, you will have a secondary battle group that fully meets the review standards."

Hearing this, Alvin was not happy at all. Instead, he began to understand why the former captain called the head in front of him scrap metal.

To train a newborn into a qualified secondary combat group in less than half a year, and a complete combat group that integrates production, command and other tasks.

Such heartless and tearless remarks can only be easily made by a person with an extremely rational mind.

"Ah, this is the fate of the Zerg, my lord. We have been away from our posts for a thousand years, and we can only make up for it by working ten times harder." Hercules knelt on one knee and expressed his promise very seriously.

If you really are just planes and tanks manufactured by the super ancient empire, then of course I will be happy to use them. Later we will have to deal with hybrid insects and beasts who are planning some conspiracy. Every bit of strength should be united.

But treating a living being that can cry, laugh, and have its own emotions as a mere machine...

Don’t you think this is a very sad thing?

"There's no need for that." Ivan raised his hand to stop the activated adjutant and Hercules from continuing to speak.

"The war is over, and your work was completed thousands of years ago." Holding the little queen in his arms, the young Titan's eyes shone with a bright vision.

"But that hybrid is obviously carrying out the will of the pure color power! The war, the war is not over!" The voice of the activated adjutant became higher in vain.

"We must gather more troops! For the survival of the kingdom! For the glory of mankind! The sky of Uranus will never fall!"

Alvin slowly turned around and stared at the individual who claimed to be the humanoid communication interface of the Central Unification and Thinking Module.

"I will put an end to this." These simple words came out of his mouth, but they contained an unchangeable power.

In fact, Alvin also knew that his ideas were a bit naive and willful.

But there is something called fist, when your fist surpasses the sandbag, the hammer, and even the missile.

Even the most naive and willful ideas can become established reality.

Enough power will bring more options.

This is called the margin of strength!

Chapter 132 Mobile Phone Unlock

This tin can is probably expired.

After some thought, Alvin decided not to use the traditional Soviet maintenance method on the activated adjutant, considering the rarity of the ancient Giant King's domestically produced magical equipment, especially the high-end ones that could still move.

"Instead of thinking about how to turn this little girl into a great general, it's better to think about what name to give her."

"..." The animated adjutant and Hercules in the shape of a giant beetle cast puzzled glances at him at the same time.

"Bug Mother, isn't it just Bug Mother?"

"Are you also expired and broken?" Ivan slapped Hercules on the smooth head.

"Oh, it's my fault. We are too used to calling the previous generation mother directly. Ah, it seems that after a thousand years of wear and tear, even the thinking of us Ghost in the Shell has become dull." Hercules, dressed in the shape of a big beetle, apologized seriously, but he didn't know that with his current round-headed and serious look, he looked quite funny to others.

But then, the big beetle suddenly opened its mouth and chanted an ancient poem in the slightly trembling voice unique to fighting insects.

"The great mountain-like Worm Father, who walks underground, is called Herbert."

"Golden Worm-Mother, seated on a throne, her name is Gavenna."

"Herbert is as permanent as a rock, but Gavina is as constant as the water."

"But they are always the supreme and most beloved mothers in the hive, the great Gavina, the loving Gavina, the eternal Gavina."

The poems recited in ancient Norse have a wonderful charm, like a small fragment excerpted from history, and the melody contains a long echo that has lasted for thousands of years.

For a moment, none of the three spoke, only the little insect mother made a strange "Oh~Oh~" sound after absorbing enough magic power.

"Gavenna, her name can be Gavenna. Please allow the inheritance of the Zerg to continue. The Guntval tribe is willing to continue to offer you the most loyal warriors." Hercules bowed, his tone cherishing and earnest.

'Shipborne combat bugs' is only the official biological name of this magical creature, while 'Gantvar', an ancient name that means 'warrior' in both ancient Norse and Uranus, is the tribal name they recognize and pass down to this day.

During the millennia of being ravaged by the power of pure color, most members of the Guntvar Zerg have forgotten this once glorious title. In the past, the Zerg defeated countless enemies for the ancient Giant Kingdom with blood and loyalty, and even dared to face the terrifying pure color enemy.

Now, the first Guntherval warrior to awaken from the nightmare, the twelve Ghost in the Shell members named Hercules, have once again rediscovered this glory from ancient times.

At the same time, Alvin was particularly aware of the weight of the title "Lord". This was not a respectful compliment from others, but a heavy responsibility.

Those who offer loyalty bear the responsibility of loyalty itself, while those who accept this loyalty must shoulder everything, including the lives of their followers.

"If this is the future you want, I have no objection." Alvin nodded with a serious expression.

"But as the lord you call me, I will never resort to using child labor." He looked at the unnatural activated adjutant expressionlessly. Although he had some doubts about his true identity in his heart, Alvin did not make any rash moves.

After all, apart from not being a magical artificial idiot who prioritizes rationality above all else, this guy always executes the orders he is given very well and thoroughly.

"Oh~Oh~" The little queen, who didn't understand the conversation between the few people, twisted her head back and forth, and kept making her unique sounds, making the originally solemn and dignified atmosphere no longer viable.

Ivan held his forehead helplessly and looked down at the little guy who was about to learn to crawl less than fifteen minutes after birth.

"Really? If you like me calling you 'Oh-oh' so much, why not just call me 'Oh-chan'?"

"...Under normal circumstances, weapons don't need things like nicknames." The activated adjutant, who had been holding it in for a long time, couldn't help but whisper.

Huh? Ivan glared at it, sending the silver metal 'Flying Head Barbarian' flying more than ten meters away like a baseball by an invisible force.

It was obvious that the young fighter's use of the secret of 'Force String Domination' had become more and more pure. He even felt that as long as he broke through another bottleneck, he could break the barrier of this skill as a secret of boxing and enter a new realm with more freedom and wider applications.

When the activated adjutant flew back staggeringly, Alvin had already handed the little queen to Hercules, who took her to the Rogilus for placement. The latter planned to borrow the cat-bug tribe's learning machine to instill the most basic common sense of life into the little queen, so as to prevent her from having the kind of dark history that she would not want to be mentioned for the rest of her life when she grows up.

As for the more important part of personality, just do as the Lord said and let this little guy grow up naturally.

At the same time, the cat-worm working hard next to him cleaned out one-fifth of the entire engine room. It should be possible to complete the entire task in a few hours. After completing this work, the maintenance of other aspects of the entire living factory ship will be a minor problem, and they will be able to set off underground soon.

"I know what you want to say." Without waiting for the activated adjutant who flew back to speak, Ivan broke the silence first.

"The hybrid insect beast's target is most likely the fortress city of Atas."

"Although I'm not sure of the specifics there, since it's called a 'fortress city,' I imagine it must be quite large. Normally, to search an entire city in a short period of time, you'd need a sufficient number of people."

"And the Zerg is the most suitable group for this major project at this stage."

"Then..." The activated adjutant hesitated to speak.

"There's no need for the elite group to do this kind of repetitive work. As for the authority to control the shipborne combat bugs, I believe you should have it, right?" Although what came out of Ivan's mouth was a question, he obviously knew the answer to the question without the other party's acknowledgement.

If the ship-borne combat insects are an independent population, then their proliferation may indeed be inseparable from the deployment of the insect mother in the play, but the insect swarm is essentially a magically modified creature, and its existence type is closer to that of artificial biological weapons.

Without the Zerg Queen, it is impossible to adjust the genetic factors to create new units, but can't the authority higher up in the command chain remotely control the incubator to mass-produce those ordinary units according to the existing blueprint?

"The next-generation Zerg that has been successfully promoted must be more efficient than the old generation." The activated adjutant retorted weakly, but it itself did not find this reason very convincing.

"Relax, we don't need that little time." Alvin smiled.

Although both sides had gains and losses in the previous confrontation, he had obviously destroyed the hybrid insect beast's original plan.

Without the enriched pure-color poison, its own 'evolution' is certainly incomplete. Relying on that incomplete spatial transfer ability to enter the fortress city will undoubtedly take much longer than expected.

This is the gap.

"By the way, can you help me unlock this, um, wisdom tablet?" Taking out the wisdom tablet obtained from the third bridge, Alvin handed it to the activation adjutant seemingly casually.

As expected, or rather as expected, he immediately saw a very complicated and nostalgic expression on the latter's face.

"Of course." The activated adjutant did not take the slate of wisdom. After all, it had no hands now. It just shot out a cone-shaped light curtain from its left eye.

The light screen was projected onto the front of the crystal-textured wisdom slate. Soon, a series of text symbols written in ancient Norse appeared on the surface of the slate, and then, like an unlocked smartphone, the real operational interface was quickly displayed.

"Well done." Alvin praised softly, and then, under the guidance of the activation adjutant, began to learn how to use this 1,900-year-old "smartphone".

How should I put it? As expected, when civilization develops to a certain level, it will also show convergence similar to biological evolution.

The purpose and positioning of smart slate are indeed very similar to those of smart phones, integrating functions such as long-distance communication, personal information management, calendar notes, task scheduling, multimedia applications, etc.

From this, we can see that the level of civilization of the ancient Giant Kingdom is not inferior to that of Ivan's previous life, and it even has technological advantages derived from the magical civilization in some aspects.

The wisdom slate in his hand, inherited from the previous captain, is a military version, with various functions such as access to the command chain and remote use permissions.

When Alvin's magic power flowed into the wisdom slate, the originally extremely smooth main program suddenly became stuck.

Then, a complex photocopy outlined by golden light was reflected from it.

"The Central Unified Thinking Module is now online. I pay my highest respects to you, the Star Forger, the last descendant of the Great Lord."

At the same time, the lepton terminal in Ivan's lepton space also issued a prompt.

[Unnamed peripheral detected]

Chapter 133: Authority Power

"It really is a mobile phone." Alvin complained in a low voice, sliding his fingers quickly across the smart stone tablet, scanning the product description at a glance.

Facts have proved that whether it is mechanical technology or fantasy magic, technological products that need to be widely used will tend to simplify operations to make it easier for more people to quickly become familiar with how to use them.

As someone who has used both a smart slate and a smartphone, Ivan has some say in this regard.

This smart slate, framed in smooth metal and crafted entirely from some kind of crystal, functions like a smartphone, except it draws its energy directly from the user's own magicka. As long as the user is strong enough, they can use it continuously until it breaks down.

But this is just an ordinary device after all, and it is not in a good sealed and isolated storage environment. It is a miracle that it can still be turned on after a thousand years. As for other aspects, it is more realistic not to expect too much.

At this moment, Alvin discovered that he could not normally retrieve the various information originally stored in the wisdom stone tablet. This was probably good news for its previous user, but it was a bit troublesome for himself, the "temporary archaeologist" who dug it out.

Fortunately, through the communication function of this device and its own permissions, Alvin was able to remotely access the onboard central control and thinking module of the bio-factory ship Hellagh.

Unlike what was revealed by the activated adjutant, the ship's central control and thinking module did not have self-awareness. Instead, it was closer to the auxiliary operating system that Alvin was familiar with in his previous life.

It can, with permission, continuously complete various tasks, whether complex or simple, according to a sufficiently large preset instruction library, greatly reducing the number of crew members required to operate this huge factory ship.

Of course, during the actual operation of the living factory ship Hellagur, it is the living crew members on board who really make the various judgments.

After gaining a general understanding of the Central Integration and Thinking Module's functions, Ivan turned his attention back to himself. Moving forward, the psychic terminal within his consciousness space popped up a prompt related to the Wisdom Slate.

[Unnamed peripheral detected]

[Whether to connect an unnamed peripheral]

"Connect." After thinking for a moment, Ivan gave the confirmation command in the form of "thinking".

Almost at the moment he agreed, the wisdom slate that was originally filled with garbled characters due to system errors immediately lit up with a faint light, and the Ouroboros mark belonging to the ancient god of wisdom emerged, covering the mark of the central unified thinking module.

Immediately afterwards, the entire smart slate began to heat up.

Just as Alvin was debating whether to throw this thing that looked like it was about to explode away, he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble slightly.

"What happened?" he asked subconsciously, his eyes immediately looking at the activated adjutant beside him.

You have to know that they are now inside the living factory ship Hellagur, and the ground shaking means that Hellagur itself is moving.

But the factory ship has canceled its autopilot mode, and it should remain stationary until Ivan, the only person with the highest authority on board, gives the order.

As a head floating in mid-air, the animated adjutant naturally couldn't feel the ground shift beneath his feet. But this self-proclaimed interactive panel, always maintaining an expressionless face, now revealed a look of astonishment, like a living being.

"Incredible..." The activated adjutant widened his eyes, and a stream of light composed of a large number of characters fell rapidly like a waterfall.

"The highest level of authority outside the system records is currently accessing this ship!"

Before the two of them could take action, the vibration suddenly stopped, and the hot slate of wisdom in Ivan's hand also returned to calm.

"System self-check!" He immediately gave the order and looked at the wisdom slate in his hand.

Ivan's expression immediately turned strange. The original garbled information had been mostly restored, and the remaining information was probably completely destroyed. Meanwhile, a new icon appeared on the Wisdom Slate.

After turning it on, there is no exaggerated light effect change, just a holographic projection in the shape of a direction pointer is projected on the crystal screen.

There is also a countdown below the projection that is decreasing at a uniform rate, with the words [18.372983914 Sidereal Time] written on it in Uranus.

What does it mean?

Alvin thought about this silently. The only thing he could be sure of now was that the spirit particle terminal came from the wise ancient god, and his own time travel was most likely related to the other party.

So, could the location the pointer in front of me is the place the other party wants me to go to? As for the countdown below, it is the latest time limit for arriving at that location.

But the countdown lasted more than eighteen years, and it turned out that these immortal beings had a huge gap in their perception of time compared to ordinary creatures.

As he sighed in his heart, the voice of the Activation Adjutant suddenly came from beside him.

"Self-inspection completed, there is no abnormality in the system, no, it has become better." From the flat voice of this iron head, Alvin actually heard a hint of confusion.

"Which aspect?" He continued to ask calmly, and the look he gave the activation adjutant became more serious inadvertently.

"We've fully optimized system operations, cleaned up the noise accumulated from prolonged operation, and even rewritten our device drivers!?! The preparation process, which originally required at least 12 planetary standard hours, has been reduced to just 0.65 planetary standard hours."

After the other party finished speaking, Alvin raised his hand and grabbed the guy's head.

Since the preparation time was shortened to less than half an hour, the relaxing rest time ended earlier than expected.