Chapter 361

By slightly adjusting the original Prime Matter manifestation search mode through the magic antenna loaded on the satellite, it can be used to search for the magic frequency of the Virgin Mary.

After searching, just adjust the frequency again to make it cancel out with the magic frequency of the Virgin Mary, and it can have an annihilation effect.

These are not difficult to do under Lucas's control.

Thus, a hunt for the Virgin Mary began.

In order to maintain accuracy, the detection range of a single magic satellite is limited, and the number of satellites is not enough, so it is not enough to detect the global surface at the same time. But these low-orbit satellites are very fast, generally circling the earth in an hour or so. Hundreds of satellites combined form an extremely complex orbit, but the area that can be scanned every day is not small.

And for the Virgin Mary to avoid such scanning, it must know the orbits of all 300+ satellites and calculate the safe points outside the scanning area, and escape to the safe zone in time. This is obviously impossible for the current Virgin Mary to do.

Therefore, on average, every ten minutes to half an hour, the position of the Virgin Mary will be illuminated by the "searchlight" in the sky. And once illuminated, what awaits it is an annihilation strike coming at the speed of light.

After being hit, the Virgin Mary will immediately escape through the connection effect between portraits, but the pulsed annihilation magic power is like bullets shot from the zenith, always making it pay a little price.

It had already suffered a round of strikes when it was trapped in the laboratory, and it hadn't recovered yet. Now it's being shot every day. Although the frequency is not very high, this feeling of being shot by someone at any time still makes it exhausted.

However, after two or three days, the Virgin Mary couldn't take it anymore.

Satellite feedback signals showed that the magic intensity of the Virgin Mary dropped by 10% in three days, and the later it went, the slower its reaction speed when suffering strikes.

"Although I don't know what its form of existence is, it seems that it will also feel tired. Uninterrupted, irregular attacks have almost crushed its spirit." Lucas analyzed.

Thinking from the other side's perspective, the attack comes from thousands of kilometers away in space, and there is no way to warn at all. There is no way to know where is safe, can't hit back, can't run away, all day long, endlessly, it is truly maddening.

But the enemy's pain is Murphy's source of happiness. "Don't stop, continue to hit hard."

"But how about you? Will you be tired?" Murphy still cared about Lucas's state.

"At first, yes, but I have learned to use automated programs to replace my own spirit to do this kind of calculation. In the case of no problem with computing power, repetitive work will no longer be a burden to me."

Murphy raised his eyebrows. Is this the ability after the magic version of mechanical ascension?

Lucas is equivalent to having an external supercomputer as an auxiliary brain outside the physical body.

Repetitive logical operations can be handed over to the supercomputer to process, and her own consciousness can perform some abstract thinking. Combined, her real computing power even exceeds some supercomputers and big data models of the era before Murphy traveled.

Basically close to the real general artificial intelligence in science fiction works, and even as Lucas becomes familiar with this way of thinking, she is gradually moving toward the field of super artificial intelligence.

This powerful thinking ability even made Murphy a little moved.

"Good, strive to eliminate it within a month."

In fact, it doesn't need a month. Half a month later, the Virgin Mary seemed to be beaten into a daze. The magic intensity had dropped to 30% of the original, which was much faster than expected. Its defeat was already doomed.

Turkey, Göbekli Tepe.

An old man wearing a headscarf stood in front of an archaeological site pit and chatted with a scholar-like person.

In front of them, dozens of staff members were cleaning up the soil and stones in the pit.

In the pit, several huge T-shaped megaliths carved with various animals had been cleaned up, standing and surrounding several circles.

Before long, the old man and the scholar said goodbye and came to the shade of a tree on the side, where an elegantly dressed old gentleman stood.

"How is it? Does it satisfy your curiosity?" Grindelwald asked.

"Very amazing, you should go and see. The age of those megaliths is more than 12,000 years ago. To complete such a project, it might require the cooperation of hundreds or even thousands of people. This place might have been born earlier than the civilization of the ruins we have seen before."

"And, I felt some different aura. There are traces of magic here, very special magic."

"You mean?"

"The aura of magic similar to that Virgin Mary... And given that this is likely a temple or a place of sacrifice, there might have been gods here..."

"Did it leave anything behind?"

"No, the Prime Matter manifestation has no reaction."

"Shall we go then?" Grindelwald said. "Just now a kind Muggle recommended some food he likes to me, Dolma, Sarma, they look delicious."

"Look?" Dumbledore frowned.

"A little Legilimency, don't worry, just looked at the most delicious food in his brain, and it won't cause any harm to people." Grindelwald didn't care. "I feel he is very willing to be done so."

Although Dumbledore felt that it was very inappropriate to use Legilimency on others at will—especially Muggles, but thinking about the things Grindelwald had done, he had to admit that the other party was already very restrained.

They were just about to leave, but at this moment, a motorcycle rushed over with rolling smoke and dust. On the motorcycle was a middle-aged fat woman, who stared firmly at the two, muttering words, and in her other hand that was not holding the handlebar, she was holding a picture frame high.

"I dare say, this is looking for you, Albus."

Dumbledore frowned. "Let's leave here."

"We should blow that Muggle woman into the sky to warn that so-called Virgin Mary, otherwise, it will keep pestering you."

"We said, don't attack Muggles."

"Alright, alright..." Suddenly, the two disappeared.

However, just as they arrived at the restaurant, they found that someone was already sitting in the reserved seat. It was a dirty old man who was missing an arm, wearing old clothes, and out of place with the clean and tidy environment of the restaurant.

"Sure enough, we should have blown them up..." Grindelwald said.

"Forget it, let's hear what it wants to say." Dumbledore was also very disgusted with the other party's behavior, but he couldn't let Grindelwald kill people at will.

Before Grindelwald was truly angered, it was better to listen to what the other party wanted to do.

Dumbledore sat down at the dining table. "No matter what you want to say, I won't agree. I have made a decision not to bear the obligation of saving this world anymore. Please go back."

(End of chapter)