Chapter 341: Hell's Gate Base

Green mountains and clear waters, colorful and colorful. In this fantasy world of Pan Duola, there was never a shortage of Na'vi jumping in the jungle.

Jake jumped happily in the trees. Although he would occasionally jump down and fall to the ground, hurting himself, he still enjoyed it.

He was excited and happy in his heart. He didn't know how long it had been since he had run so happily. Months, years, or more than ten years? He forgot, he couldn't remember clearly. He only knew his legs were his nightmare, and now the nightmare was lifted, the nightmare had become a beautiful dream. The joy in his heart, the happiness in his heart, that feeling of ecstasy, outsiders simply couldn't know.

"Wait, what is that..." Jake looked at the horizon, where a small formation was composed of helicopters, and in front of them was a black mass of flying beasts.

"Has the war started?" Jake clenched his fists, and a shadow covered his heart.

Inside the Hell's Gate base, Ye Nan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the busy Terminators, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

The Hell's Gate base was still very simple, just an empty frame. No factories had been built inside, but even so, he was still very satisfied, because the Hell's Gate base had been established for less than three days.

"Since you say I am a demon, then I will open the gates of hell. I want to release the demons that bring war, and use knives to harvest blood." Thinking of Norm's words, a surge of anger rose in Ye Nan's heart, and his fair and handsome face was slightly distorted.

The body Ye Nan used this time was a classic oriental handsome man's body. The handsome appearance, coupled with the bookish aura that was emitted at all times, mixed with the masculine aura in the military, made this body the number one handsome man—of course, in the Space-Time Empire.

"Brother, actually you don't have to care about what he said. Because you can't make everyone like you and agree with your approach." Smila's voice sounded in the Hell's Gate base. On a large screen in front of the base, Smila's image appeared.

"Brother, remember. You are responsible for all members of the Space-Time Empire, not for a traitor. Your caring so much about what others say will only make you fall into anger."

"When did Smila learn to speak big truths? Who taught you?" Ye Nan touched his nose and laughed a few times, feeling interesting.

Smila couldn't speak big truths. Those who could speak big truths always had a few people. Ellie was one, Angela was one. Jessica counted as half, and of course there were people like Stark, but Stark was here.

"It was Stark..."

"Stark?" Ye Nan turned around, his gaze falling on Stark, who was fiddling with a robot.

"Hi, Stark. Stop fiddling with your scrap metal." Ye Nan greeted. In the ICQ consortium, Stark's scientific research ability was fully revealed. Although he hadn't researched liquid metal, he had many achievements in other metals.

"What scrap metal. If it weren't for this scrap metal of mine, those damn scraps of yours would have been wiped out." Stark's face turned black on the spot. "Also, since you don't like me fiddling with scrap metal, I won't fiddle with it."

Stark said, pretending to be about to quit, which scared Ye Nan into waving his hands repeatedly. "Don't, you know me, I just have a foul mouth."

Stark was the chief researcher of the Space-Time Empire. Most of the steel materials, weapons, power systems, etc., were handled by Stark. It could be said that without Stark, the technology of the Space-Time Empire would have regressed by thirty years. Even Dr. Ashifode sighed that Stark was the new generation of Da Vinci.

"You admit your mouth is foul!" Stark said, laughing loudly, and his hands continued to fiddle. After a while, a steel suit stood up....

"Come, let me show you. This is the new generation of intelligent war robot I researched, controlled by an intelligent program, absolutely fearless of death."

Stark said, taking out the design drawings and letting the Terminators assemble the production line.

The so-called war robot was a robot specifically serving the battlefield, possessing a powerful firepower system, which could be called a harvester of life on the battlefield.

"This robot also uses the T-850 intelligent chip, possesses a visual system equipped with multiple tracking cameras for a holographic dynamic target multi-function capture system and ultrasonic sensors, possesses heartbeat detection, laser scanning, thermal imaging detection, night vision, and other functions. The auditory system is a sound sensor, the soles of the feet are equipped with ground vibration sensing devices; in addition, a reinforced phased array radar and fire control system are integrated into its control system."

When Stark mentioned the intelligent chip, he looked at Ye Nan resentfully, which made Ye Nan's hair stand on end.

The short board of the Space-Time Empire was the intelligent chip. Except for Smila, who was a relatively normal intelligent life, the entire Space-Time Empire only had Jarvis, who was mentally retarded, and the others were all idiots.

The T-850 intelligent chip might be very powerful in computing power, but it was very inferior in logical judgment ability, no different from an idiot.

"Intelligent chip... Stark, you also know that there are no top-notch talents regarding intelligent chips in the Space-Time Empire, so I can only rely on you." Ye Nan licked his face, walked over, and touched the war robot with his finger.

At the point of contact, everything was cold. Ye Nan also vaguely felt the aura of slaughter in it. He knew this was an illusion; this was the expectation Stark gave when manufacturing the war robot.

"Rely on me?" Stark rolled his eyes directly at Ye Nan. "Having a brother like you, I'm really unlucky."

"You say, steel is what I researched, energy is what I researched, power system is still what I am researching, the firepower system and protection system on Noah's Ark, I also contributed a lot. Now you still ask me to research intelligent chips, you really treat me as a god."

"Who told you to be a genius? We are good brothers, don't care about so much. By the way, what do you plan to name this robot?" Ye Nan said, changing the topic. He knew that if he continued, Stark might quit directly. He had quit more than once; he was purely researching according to his own temperament.

"War Lord." Although Stark's face was still stiff, when he mentioned War Lord, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of obsession.

"War Lord?" Ye Nan chewed on these four words carefully, and then understood Stark's good intentions.

Lord, also known as ruler. War Lord, is the existence that rules war. Stark used it to name it, which was enough to prove Stark's attitude towards this war.

"I didn't expect you to understand me." Ye Nan sighed in his heart, and the gaze looking at Stark was filled with emotion.

Everyone thought the slaughter policy was wrong, everyone thought slaughter was cruel. For this reason, there was a lot of criticism within the empire about Ye Nan's orders. This point could be seen from the number of soldiers participating in the war. But now, Stark, who hoped for peace the most, used his brain and his hands to create the War Lord to support Ye Nan's war, which was evil in the eyes of others, which made him feel so moved that he didn't know what to say.

"Don't be moved, kid." Stark patted Ye Nan and laughed wildly.

"What nonsense, when was I moved?" Being rushed by Stark like this, the hint of emotion in Ye Nan's heart turned into warmth, flowing in the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, Stark, you say in this war, who will win the final victory?" Ye Nan asked again....

"It depends." Stark walked out of the Hell's Gate base, looking at the black mass of flying birds in the distance, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "Although our technology is advanced, we are after all stray dogs. Fighting against all the creatures on planet Pan Duola is really unwise."

The war in the distance could be called intense. The firepower system on the unmanned helicopters continuously scanned, and almost every moment, flying birds died under the helicopters. But the number of flying birds was too large, and they couldn't see the end at a glance. After a while, the helicopters were wiped out.

"The cohesion of this planet is too terrifying. Compared to Earth's war, this is simply a piece of cake." Stark said in a deep voice: "And the Na'vi main force hasn't appeared yet. Just these flying birds alone have brought us a great threat. The Hell's Gate base is probably not going to be kept."

The number of flying birds was too large, covering the sky and the earth, and they hadn't stood firm at all. The Hell's Gate base was still just an empty shell. Putting it into use required too much time.

"No." Ye Nan said decisively: "We are stray dogs, that's right, but the foundation of the ICQ consortium has all been transferred over. The minerals and production lines on Noah's Ark are not fake."

Ye Nan said, and saw many aircraft falling from the sky. Before these aircraft landed, they saw the doors open, and one after another, winged Nemesis rose up, using their flesh and blood to fight these flying birds.

"Terminators, bring the aircraft back." Ye Nan gave the order. Now the Space-Time Empire had less resources for every bit used, so if they could cherish them, they should cherish them. Things like aircraft could still be recycled.

"Dr. Ashifode's attainments in the biological field are indeed something I can't compare to." Stark looked at the Nemesis fighting many flying birds with their own strength in the sky, and his gaze finally settled on the Nemesis' wings.

"Just injecting the genes of flying birds into the Nemesis' body makes the Nemesis possess air combat capability. I have to say, the Nemesis is indeed all-around."

"Dr. Ashifode praised you, calling you Da Vinci, and you also praised the doctor, saying you are far inferior. How come you two are praising each other?" Ye Nan laughed.

"This is not praising each other." Stark glanced at Ye Nan. "Alright, defending the Hell's Gate base is your own business. I'm going to manufacture the Hell's Gate's firepower protection system. I hope that before my protection system is completed, it won't be broken by these beasts."

"Don't worry, it absolutely won't be broken." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.) ===== CHAPTER 342 =====