pjbooks Chapter 444 Wangshu's Eyes Will Never Close!
Chapter 444 Wangshu's Eyes Will Never Close!
She closed the door.
The sound of footsteps went up the stairs and gradually faded into the distance.
Zhang Yan stood there, the key in his hand digging into his palm.
He took a deep breath and turned to face the projection of the six mechs.
A deep resonance resonated in my chest, a feeling of divine craftsmanship stirring within me.
It seemed to sense its master's intention, and a dark blue light shone through the gap in the collar, illuminating the data stream on the control panel.
Zhang Yan reached out and traced his fingertips across the holographic projection of the Azure Dragon.
The projection flickered, revealing the internal mechanical structure clearly—a space folding generator, an energy core, and a joint transmission system.
"The four spirits work together," he whispered.
A prompt appeared on the system interface.
High-dimensional matter residue was detected, with an energy characteristic matching degree of 78%, which can be used for the reconstruction of the mech's underlying protocol.
Zhang Yan's hand froze in mid-air.
Restructuring is not upgrading; it's a complete overhaul.
Using the energy of that high-dimensional crystal, the underlying protocols of the four mechs were forcibly broken down and merged into a single unit.
Risk is extremely high.
The four mechs' systems are incompatible with each other. Forcibly merging them may lead to protocol conflicts, resulting in system crashes at best and energy backlash at worst.
But he had no other choice.
The settlements on the far side of the moon are like a thorn in the side; if they aren't removed, the twenty-month countdown could end at any moment.
Zhang Yan turned off all projections, leaving only the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise platforms.
He pulled up their energy topology diagrams, and the four diagrams overlapped in the air like four jigsaw puzzle pieces with interlocking edges.
"We need a central hub," Zhang Yan muttered to himself.
He placed his hand on his chest.
The light of the Heart of Heaven suddenly intensified, and dark cyan energy threads spread from his fingertips, climbing up the four topological diagrams like vines.
Where the silk thread passes, the boundaries between the images begin to blur.
A warning pops up: Protocol refactoring may result in irreversible system changes. Confirm?
Zhang Yan did not read the warning.
His entire attention was focused on the intertwined energy threads, each thread representing a piece of underlying code that needed to be disassembled, reassembled, and merged.
This was something he had never tried before.
Footsteps came from outside the door, and Qin Xiao's voice came through the door, slightly out of breath.
"Brother Yan, the military satellite has passed overhead, and the images have just been transmitted back."
Zhang Yan opened his eyes.
The energy threads slowly retreated back into the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, and the four topological diagrams returned to their original state.
He walked to the control panel and pulled up the satellite images.
High-resolution photos of the far side of the moon appeared on the screen.
The craters stretch endlessly, covered in grayish-white dust, looking no different from what they were three billion years ago.
However, there is an abnormal area in the lower right corner of the image.
It was a crater about two kilometers in diameter, with the shadows inside being three shades darker than those around it.
Zhang Yan zoomed in on the image and adjusted the contrast, revealing a blurred structural outline at the bottom of the crater—straight lines, regular angles, and obvious signs of human intervention.
More importantly, there is a point heat source at the center of the crater.
The energy reading is weak, but the frequency...
It is completely consistent with the signal received by that high-dimensional crystal.
Qin Xiao's voice rang out again, this time lowered.
"Brother Yan, we received some information from the Star Gazing team. She found records about the moon in the ancient books of the Heavenly Observation Pavilion."
Zhang Yan connected to the stargazing communication channel.
The stargazer's voice was calm and professional, with the rustling sound of turning pages in the background.
"Volume 3 of the ancient book, The Mohist Moon Palace Chronicles," she said. "Thirty thousand years ago, the Mohist civilization established a forward base on the far side of the moon to monitor deep space energy fluctuations. It was codenamed 'Wangshu.' The main body of the base was buried three hundred meters underground in a crater, with only the signal receiving array remaining on the surface."
Zhang Yan stared at the heat source on the screen.
"Is the receiver array still working?"
"Theoretically, it shouldn't be like this." There was a hint of uncertainty in Guan Xing's tone. "The base's energy should have been exhausted 28,000 years ago, but the annotation on the last page of the ancient book..."
She paused for a moment.
The annotation reads: "Wang Shu's eyes will never close."
The communication channel fell silent.
Zhang Yan looked at the faint heat source on the screen, which was pulsating at an extremely low frequency, like a slowly beating heart.
The signals of the community and the relics of the Mohists overlap on the same coordinate.
He shut down the communication and brought up the topology diagram of the Four Spirit Mechs again.
Energy threads once again spread from the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, this time denser and more resolute.
"Reconstruct the protocol," Zhang Yan said. "Goal: The four spirits unite as one, codenamed 'Chaos'."
The system interface flickered briefly, indicating a risk of protocol reconstruction was detected. It was suggested that the process be carried out in stages.
"No stages." Zhang Yan pressed his finger to his chest, and the light of the Heavenly Craftsman's Heart erupted completely. Dark cyan energy surged out like a tide, instantly engulfing the four topological maps. "Completed in one go."
The laboratory lights began to flicker. The cables in the ceiling buzzed from overload, and the ammeter on the wall swung wildly.
The nuclear power plant's dedicated power line outside the gate began operating at full power.
Three hundred thousand kilowatts of electricity were pumped into the underground laboratory through a dedicated line, causing the entire building to vibrate slightly.
Zhang Yan stood in the center of the control panel, his body enveloped in dark cyan energy, like a burning statue.
The holographic projections of the four mechs merged, tore apart, and reformed in front of him.
Countless code fragments streaked across the sky like shooting stars; each line of code represented a mecha protocol that was being forcibly rewritten.
This is a true reinvention.
Time loses its meaning in the torrent of energy.
Zhang Yan didn't know how much time had passed; he only saw the progress bar on the system interface slowly climbing. 30%...50%...70%...
Each throbbing was accompanied by a violent energy backlash, and blood seeped from Zhang Yan's nostrils, but he didn't move.
Nie Qingcheng came down to see it twice.
The first time was six hours later. When she pushed open the door, Zhang Yan was standing still. Energy threads had spread all over the laboratory, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.
She left a lunchbox and then left.
The second time was twelve hours later. The lunchbox was left untouched at the door. She stood by the door for three minutes, then turned and left.
In the eighteenth hour, the progress bar is stuck at 89%.
The system displayed a warning.
The Four Spirits Agreement is experiencing a severe rejection reaction; forced fusion could lead to an explosion of the energy core.
Zhang Yan gritted his teeth.
He could sense that the limits of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart were approaching, and the dark cyan energy began to flicker erratically.
They cannot stop; stopping would mean all their previous efforts were wasted, and the four mechs, now free from energy constraints, would disintegrate.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the deepest part of the Heart of the Gods.
There, he saw the underlying protocols of the four mechs.
The Azure Dragon's spatial folding, the White Tiger's melee tearing, the Vermilion Bird's ranged bombardment, and the Black Tortoise's absolute defense.
They are like four rivers of different colors, colliding, tearing, and trying to devour each other.