Chapter 243

Countless people exclaimed and discussed.

Even Jing Jing Yuan's eyes lit up.

On the "Luo Fu" Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, the most widespread aircraft is the Star Skiff.

This special "plant" cultivated artificially appears in all aspects of Luofu Luofu Xianzhou society, whether for cargo, transport, passengers, or even war.

Pilots drive small Star Skiffs to fight in the sea of stars.

But the shape and performance of the Star Skiff are quite different from the Foundation's starships.

"However, it can be used for reference by the masters of the Artisanship Commission."

The thought just arose, and it was dismissed by Jing Jing Yuan.

"Suddenly forgot that this can't be rushed."

Star Skiff.

Rather than production and manufacturing, it is more like planting.

Translate the designed structure and functions into special codes, then encapsulate them into special Star Skiff seeds, and put them into special nutrient solutions to let them grow freely.

The advantages are quite obvious.

Star Skiffs consume very little manpower and energy during the construction process.

But the disadvantages are equally obvious.

When a Star Skiff is built, it is quite troublesome to carry out major upgrades and replacements.

"Another question is... how did the Foundation separate the seawater?"

That was not freezing.

No matter how you look at it, there is no sign of the seawater freezing at all.

But it doesn't look like a field was set up either.

On the edge of the water wall, there are still waves rolling, rather than turning into a silent deep sea.

Jing Jing Yuan recalled the power of all paths, but could not find the corresponding power.

After thinking about it, he thought of a possible power:

"Could it be... 'Psionic Power'?"

Welt Yang had the same doubts.

He stared at the screen, looking back at the miracle-like act of splitting the sea, wanting to find clues in the footage.

For him, splitting the sea is not a difficult task.

He only needs to activate his authority as the Herrscher of Reason, simulate a black hole, and throw the ball like bowling.

But afterward, the seawater would inevitably fill the missing part uncontrollably.

And it could not be neatly separated on both sides, like two cliffs, two high walls.

This kind of thing had long exceeded his cognitive scope.

"How exactly did they do it..."

Today, Welt Yang is constantly working hard to solve the puzzle.

In the sky, the wings on both sides of the shuttle approached each other, sweeping forward, bringing a bit of material science shock to the viewers with an overly outrageous structural strength.

It flew too fast, impatiently pushing the sonic boom cloud, whistling past, leaving the bird flocks and flowing clouds behind.

"Boom—"

Inside the cabin, Dr. Bright was adjusting the shuttle's parameters.

The holographic Protection Protection Mode had been turned off, and the entire cabin had returned to its original appearance.

The main lights cast soft light, and everything in the cabin looked elegant and soft, looking like a high-end hotel, not a starship on a mission.

Another fruitful day.

March 7th sat on the soft sofa, pillowing on a strong arm, occasionally looking up, just in time to see the bird flocks passing by the shuttle.

The only regret is.

The shuttle's speed is too fast, just like the subway carrying office workers to and from work, only caring about whether people are delivered or not, and whether there is a delay.

Completely abandoning the scenery along the way, as well as the fireworks of the city.

Dan Heng also looked at the scenery flowing rapidly outside the window, intending to remain silent.

Until he saw Dr. Bright take out a glass bottle with the words 98% alcohol written on it.

He knew it was time to stand up and stop all this.

"Dr. Bright," Dan Heng pondered his words for a moment and asked slowly, "I want to ask you a question."

"Ask."

Dr. Bright put down the wine bottle and looked at this young alien.

"If the prerequisite is not to let the Belobog people and the 'Leviathan Humans' conflict."

"Then why did you choose to move the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea' away instead of moving Belobog?"

"Transporting the latter is obviously much more convenient than the former."

"You mean this." The doctor who attempted drunk driving nodded, his attachment to alcohol slowly converging, replaced by the tolerance and wisdom of an elder.

"The reason is actually very simple."

"Because the Foundation holds the choice, and I am more willing to choose the indigenous people on this planet."

"You seem to like the humans on this planet very much?" Dan Heng said.

Dr. Bright nodded slightly, looking at him with calm eyes:

"Partly."

"But the main reason is the specificity of Jarilo-VI."

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"There are too many anomalies and SCPs on this planet, which is one of the reasons why the Foundation established a site here."

"Of course, because this planet was frozen in the past, the probability of man-made containment failure tended to zero, so only one site was eventually retained."

"And compared to the 'Leviathan Humans' who know nothing, he personally prefers to believe in Jarilo-VI, with whom he has dealt before, believing that they have inherited the qualities and traditions of their ancestors."

After saying that, Dr. Bright opened the wine bottle again under the helpless gaze of everyone.

Raising his head, he drank a bottle of vodka "ton ton ton."

After drinking, he faced the gazes of several people and smiled playfully:

"Want some wine?"

"Astral Express," Observation Car.

Welt Yang sat on the comfortable and gorgeous sofa, pressing his temples on both sides with his hands.

After watching the Foundation's live broadcast, he restarted the file organization of Belobog.

The vast archives brought a full challenge to his vision and thinking.

The overly sufficient information made this elegant gentleman happy in pain.

Just then, he heard a soothing music.

Just like the car radio he often heard in his original world.

He looked up in confusion, looked at the phonograph, and listened carefully.

The conclusion was that the machine was not malfunctioning.

Just then, Pom-Pom's voice sounded:

"Wow! There is a space whale outside the window!"

Welt Yang looked out the window.

I saw an incomparably huge whale corpse in the satellite orbit of Jarilo-VI.

Its surface was covered with ice crystals, flashing with starlike brilliance, like a crystal-clear ice armor.

The corpse's eyes, originally huge black holes, had now become frozen gems, reflecting the stars in the distance.

Its mouth was slightly open, revealing huge teeth, as if telling the story of its life.

The whale's fins were wide and elegant, spread out like wings, as if searching for endless freedom.

The corpse rotated slowly under the weak sunlight, casting a long shadow, with only faint starlight and cosmic dust floating around.

— Author's Notes —

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