Chapter 477 Unhappiness Is Coming
"My butt hurts so much. It feels hot and something is scratching me." Lin Fan was awakened by Rebecca's mumbling complaints.
He rubbed his eyes and touched the wall next to the bed. "Just bear with it. If your butt hurts more, it means Perturabo is coming with the demon mark."
"Woo woo woo. I feel like I have hemorrhoids now. And blood in the stool! And anal fissure! Oh my God! Is this something that an innocent artificial intelligence should experience!"
After Rebecca finished speaking, she cried even more sadly, which made Lin Fan feel a little embarrassed.
"Don't listen to her. If she wanted to shut down her perception, she would have done it long ago. She's just teasing you." Odemaier appeared from the open door, holding a pot of coffee in his hand, "Want a sip?"
"Forget it." Lin Fan rejected Odemaier's kindness, "Your coffee is too pure. I suspect you used coffee beans to make a pulp and drank it. It's even more bitter than medicine."
"This is called mellow aroma. You just don't understand." Odemaier curled his lips, raised the can and drank it in big gulps, and then licked the circle of coffee foam on his lips with his tongue.
At present, the three of them have been in this galaxy provided by Taraxin for 3 days. Odemaier used a day to turn the ruins left by the ship into a gravity mining platform.
He casually compiled a piece of automatic code to make the huge engineering creation move by itself. As for the transportation problem of mining black stone, it was solved by Rebecca's gravitational rays.
This is like Rebecca using a straw to insert a coconut shell to drink juice, and the ground mining device is responsible for prying open the coconut shell.
Lin Fan and Odemaier prepared some food in the bedroom. In front of Lin Fan was a large bowl of vegetable stew. The amount of these things was enough to make an Ogryn scream with satisfaction, but for Lin Fan, these were just the necessary ingredients for him to make Jinkela.
Odemaier had a few cucumbers and radish-like objects in her hands. She liked to eat these crisp and juicy vegetables.
This small table for three people also left a place for Rebecca. A holographic projection appeared on Lin Fan's head. Rebecca was floating in the room like a fish.
"Ah! It's overflowing! It's overflowing!" When Lin Fan and Odemaier were eating deliciously, Rebecca shouted for water again.
Lin Fan was about to say, just watch the cultural essence, don't describe the scene here vividly. When he turned around, he saw that Rebecca's holographic projection's butt was all red, as if blood had spurted out.
"It does look like a diseased butt."
"Go to hell!" Rebecca angrily manipulated the ceiling to hit Lin Fan's head.
Odemeier watched the interaction between the two, and he also had the intention of teasing in his heart. He sank his hand into Rebecca's red hologram and exclaimed that Rebecca had hemorrhoids.
"You! You just bully me!"
Rebecca yelled angrily, and then the holographic projection disappeared.
"Sorry, dear, I won't tease you next time."
Odemeier apologized to Rebecca, and only heard Rebecca's hum.
"Let's go. The amplitude of the space fluctuation has increased. It seems that the silly boy named Perturabo is really here. I will hide the battleship, and you go to erase the demon engraving."
Lin Fan agreed, and then the two began to work on their own.
The Rebecca ship broke away from the ore absorption orbit and sank into the gaseous planet. The huge mining equipment on the ground was also disassembled, and the parts were spread on the sky and the ground, forming a huge screen. From a distance, there was no sign of mining here.
Lin Fan was in the engine area, holding the full-power Geller position, using the equipment given to him by Odmayer to repair the deeply corroded engine system, which was the butt that Rebecca kept shouting about.
After lying dormant for a full ten hours, this galaxy suddenly cracked a huge subspace rift, and hundreds of warships of various models were spewed out in an instant.
There were dozens of battleships mixed in with hundreds of strike cruisers. They formed a battle array around the core of the fleet, the largest Iron Blood.
Although these ships were not as large as the Rebecca ship, their number and the naval guns that Perturabo personally reviewed and installed on them were extremely dangerous.
In order to hunt this golden age whale, their group of hunters prepared the best whaling guns.
"It's here. The coordinates of the demon's imprint." Perturabo detected the surrounding universe through countless detectors and auspicious instruments on the Iron Blood. He could see the unique code left by the demon's imprint from the data.
But what's next? It seems that there is nothing here? Missed? Deceived?
Without letting anger and surprise control his cold mind, Perturabo was thinking about the situation of the galaxy and why the blacksmith Shande and Osde came here.
"To mine blackstone." Perturabo thought of this. After Abaddon, that stupid boy, captured several blackstone fortresses from his ridiculous expedition, he searched the world for blackstone deposits, saying that they were of great use.
Maybe it was to repair the blackstone fortress?
Perturabo hadn't come out of his Iron Blood for a long time. If he didn't want to see the style of the golden age battleship, he would not bother to come to such a remote place from Medengard.
"I always feel something is wrong."
Perturabo's special perception made him subconsciously focus on a lifeless and desolate planet. He ordered the fleet to fire shells at the surface of the planet.
Then he saw several huge metal shields rising from the surface of the planet, blocking the artillery attack.
There was indeed a trap, so where would the warship be? Under the planet? Or in the gas planet?
"Ignite that gas planet! Fire the incinerator torpedoes!"
The torpedo compartments of the warships fired at the huge gas planet, and the incinerator torpedoes that could ignite the gas planet into a fireball flew quickly.
But when these powerful torpedoes were still thousands of kilometers away from entering the interior of the gas planet, all of them lost power and remained stationary in the universe.
Perturabo felt a strong electromagnetic interference wave coming from the gas planet, and the connection control of many areas of the Iron Blood was disconnected just a moment ago.
It's really interesting.
A tall tower column rose from the top of the Iron Blood, unfolding an octagonal antenna head, emitting another electromagnetic wave in the fleet to dispel interference.
The control system of the entire fleet was restored again, and in the storm of the gas planet, the Rebecca giant ship protruded from the inside.
Ancient Dwarf Tank Fortress