pjbooks Chapter 527 The Mechanism of Torture!
Chapter 527 The Mechanism of Torture!
Jupiter's dark side is below absolute zero, so the concept of temperature is unnecessary.
Qin Xiao spread out the command interface of all 108 Mo Bing units. The twenty-four sub-screens were arranged in four rows, each row corresponding to a formation: melee group, long-range suppression group, and perception interference group. The last row was added by Qin Xiao himself—the preparation pursuit group, with eight units specifically for finishing off enemies.
Zhang Yan stopped the Tiangong Final Formation at a distance of one thousand kilometers from the outer orbit, and it did not move.
He is waiting for the node to rise.
"The striker has entered the outer gravitational field," came the voice from the communicator.
Qin Xiao stared at the radar screen.
24, faster than expected, disorganized formation, their charge routes seemed to have been urgently recalled and then immediately launched in the opposite direction, without any order, but extremely fast, with energy readings jumping wildly on the screen.
"Melee team, stand by." Qin Xiao placed his finger on the control panel.
Twenty-four mutants entered the encirclement, and the first batch of twelve Ink Soldiers from the melee group cut out.
Zhang Yan had calculated in advance that the standard mutant's shell hardness was twice that of a regular forward, and the impact force of the melee group would be reflected.
They were indeed bounced off.
The two Ink Soldiers crashed into the shell of the first mutant, and their displacement trajectory was deflected by forty degrees on the screen. Qin Xiao subconsciously tried to adjust it back, but did not shout.
He redesigned the angle of attack for the melee group, changing the frontal impact to a side cut, and pushing the power unit directly to 120.
The readings of the two Mo Bing power furnaces on the screen spiked to red, and the system popped up an overload warning, which Qin Xiao dismissed.
The mutant's shell was dented by the 120% power furnace; it wasn't penetrated, but rather a crack was created.
enough.
"The first wave of the ranged team, attack the Rift."
The remote suppression team's thirty-six Ink Soldiers simultaneously locked onto the crack, and dense energy beams struck it. The mutant's outer shell exploded from the crack to both sides, exposing its internal structure.
The first mutant began to disintegrate from the inside. Qin Xiao noted the time: eleven minutes.
It took four minutes longer than expected.
"The jamming group maintains its frequency camouflage, activates the pain signal encoding, and sends it towards the mother satellite."
The interference group switched as instructed, and Qin Xiao extracted the energy fluctuations corresponding to the collapse scene, compressed them into the communication frequency band, and sent them to the mother body.
The first batch consists of 8.
47 minutes later, Qin Xiao ordered the second batch to begin.
This time, instead of a frontal assault, he had the melee team flank around to the rear, find the point with the greatest curvature on each mutant's shell, push the power reactor to 125%, and force it in.
The mutants reacted slower than the first batch. Several began to change direction, trying to break out of the encirclement. The perception interference group immediately followed up and disrupted their sense of direction.
The second batch consisted of 8 samples, which took 43 minutes, faster than the first batch.
Qin Xiao leaned back in his chair, took a sip of water, and spoke into Zhang Yan's communication channel:
"Two batches have been shipped. Has the mother body responded with any signals?"
Zhang Yan replied, "Yes, the node depth is fluctuating, but it hasn't reached the upper limit yet."
"How much more is needed?"
"A batch."
Qin Xiao put down his water glass and locked onto the locations of the last eight mutants. After thinking for a moment, he brought in the eight units from the reserve pursuit team, making a total of 16 units, specifically to handle the last batch.
Guan Xing added in the communication: "Qin Xiao, it is recommended to speed up the pace of the third batch of dismantling by another ten minutes. The mother body's emotional signals are accumulating, and the cross-sectional area of the attack signals is increasing. If the pace is slowed down, the accumulation may be interrupted."
Qin Xiao moved the start time of the third batch forward by twelve minutes, with melee and ranged groups launching simultaneously, no longer dividing into waves, and directly pushing in with all their might.
The last eight mutants disintegrated much faster than the first two batches. It wasn't that the technology had improved; rather, the mutants' condition had deteriorated. Their outer shells began to spontaneously contract under the impact of the mother's frequent calls, making them brittle instead.
Qin Xiao looked at the screen, stuffed the disintegration signal of the 8th mutant into the pain band, and sent it towards the mother body.
All 24 have been disassembled.
Then the mother made a sound.
It wasn't a communication signal, but a pure energy oscillation transmitted through space. The stargazing instrument translated it into a waveform, and the entire waveform was so wide that it exceeded the edge of the screen. Qin Xiao looked at that line and couldn't think of a word to describe it; it was just wide, ridiculously wide.
"The node has risen." Zhang Yan's voice was calm.
Qin Xiao switched the screen to Zhang Yan's side of the space scan.
Seven core nodes emerge from the depths of the mother structure, rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The system calculates the window period.
The sound of stargazing came first, a single word.
"7.5 seconds."
Qin Xiao stared at the line of numbers without moving.
7.5 seconds.
The original plan was 12 seconds. Based on Zhang Yan's penetration speed, he could cut in in 12 seconds. He didn't know if 7.5 seconds would be enough; he couldn't calculate it.
"Brother Yan—"
"I know," Zhang Yan replied, his tone unchanged. "Proceed according to plan, don't worry about me."
The communication channel was silent for two seconds.
Qin Xiao straightened the water glass beside him and said, facing the direction of the stargazing area:
"Stargazer, give me the countdown timer at the window."
The stargazer replied, "Received."
On the screen, the energy reading for the final stage of the Heavenly Craftsmanship began to climb.