Chapter 567 - Spaceflight
Chapter 646 of "Player Reload" reveals: "Where did you get this light sign? Itâs pretty high-end," White Horse Tombstone asked curiously.... Keep reading!
"Where did you get this light sign? Itâs pretty high-end," White Horse Tombstone asked curiously. The sign was filled with oily liquid, completely submerging the bulbs to make the light as soft as possible, and it was coated with a soft light film on the outside, looking indistinguishable from a Player ID."Made it myself." Li Cheng removed the Floating Engine fragment from the back of the light sign, storing it in the Three-dimensional Warehouse, and said naturally, "After all, before I became a Player, I often did some small business to support myself, like making support light signs to sell to fans of idol groups.
Like BTS, Time Teenage Group, Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, Eight Great Writers of Tang and Song."
?? The first two are understandable, but are there really fans who customize light signs for Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove and Eight Great Writers of Tang and Song?
Like Sima Zhao?
The little Bloodline Claudia twitched at the corner of her eyes and teased, "Arenât you worried? Level 40 Transcendents are almost like gods, and gods have divine consciousness. They can sense when their name is recited, even from a thousand miles away."
Li Cheng justified himself confidently, "Thatâs why I didnât chant it; the sign is hung up, and if someone else chants the name and gets smitten by divine punishment from afar, thatâs their problem."
You really are quite the genius.
Claudia pursed her lips, choosing not to comment, internally thinking, "As expected, like the guild database says, this Pifu likes to disguise his true intentions with madness and idiocy, similar to a poker face."
In the early stages of the killing fieldâs descent, real-world, black-gold behaviors between Players and Players, guilds and Players, were very common,
To prevent their information from leaking in tasks, some Transcendents would remove all body hair, burn off fingerprints, wear colored contact lenses and dental braces, and mimic professional poker players, injecting botox to paralyze facial muscles.
No matter what teammates said or asked, they wouldnât show any expression.
At first glance, it seems professional, but soon these precautions were replaced by cheaper methods - just wear a hood. Any choice from Pleasant Goat to Ultraman.
Reyes from the Jalisco Crime Group didnât participate in the discussion but looked around.
Endless wasteland stretched out, scattered with towering stone pillars in the distance.
These pillars, reaching over a thousand meters high, connected the ground to a dome of giant metal pipelines. Some pipes were old and damaged, with blue glowing crystals seeping from cracks, illuminating the wasteland.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, a dull sound rang from a high pipeline, rapidly closing the distance, eventually stopping above the four of them.
A massive metal sphere, about fifty meters in diameter, violently shook the pipe outlet, dropping out.
In swift action, the four Players retreated simultaneously: Reyes flashed over 800 meters, Claudia transformed into a small bat to ascend 700 meters high, White Horse Tombstone flashed over a kilometer.
Faced with an emergency, the instinctive movement distance roughly represented the Transcendentsâ strengthâthe tremor task is much more random than the script task, placing sudden kills directly at the spawn point isnât impossible.
Li Cheng adjusted his Information Integration Glasses, having seen possible ways to die with the Suicide Notebook, politely, symbolically stepping back a hundred meters and releasing Gray Rain,
Under gravity, the metal sphere free-fell, and after fourteen seconds, as it was about to hit the ground, the bottom of the sphere suddenly popped out fin-like structures for heat dissipation, releasing repulsion for deceleration, then safely landed.
Shh!
The sphere opened from the middle, revealing a complex mechanical structure inside, with an astronaut... wearing a spacesuit lying at its center.
Whatâs stranger is that above him hovered a killing field description.
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And in the astronautâs arms were five small devices like radar panels, clearly the portable radar seen before in the escort battery task.
Annihilation Device... Why is it an astronaut?
The Players furrowed their brows in thought, as the metal sphere changed again, altering its mechanical structure to form a slide, gently "delivering" the astronaut and radar to the ground.
Before the crowd could react, the metal sphere, as if having completed its task, released repulsion again, floated away, and returned to the high-altitude pipeline, sealing the pipe gate tightly with repulsion before leaving.
White Horse Tombstone and the others returned to the starting point, exchanging glances. Claudia took the lead, asking, "Is this astronaut dead or alive? From which country?"
"No toothpick when eating snailsâhard to say."
Li Cheng stepped forward, the spacesuit was predominantly white, without any nationality traits, the outer protective layer made of high-strength metal fiber fabric, suspected of being coated with Teflon, carrying a multipurpose modular backpack, with the helmetâs golden filter visor firmly locked and unable to open, with lightweight powered exoskeletons on arms and legs.
Swaying slightly, from the feedback of force, the inside seemed filled with some kind of liquid, soaking an adult human, the total weight close to 350kg.
This was quite strange, as in the real world, US and Russian spacesuits for Three Kingdoms astronauts were over 100kg, never reaching this weight.
350kg, unless itâs a Transcendent inside, it would only be worn and moved in outer space or on low-gravity asteroids.
Li Cheng casually remarked, "Currently, the only certainty is that this astronaut marked by the system as is protected by the system; trying forcefully wonât open any parts, including the golden filter visor. And the âthingâ inside the spacesuit isnât dead."
Claudia raised her eyebrows, asking, "How can you tell?"
"I have a mystical little item that can detect life and death. If I guessed correctly, this astronaut should be in a frozen or hibernation state."
The in Li Chengâs hand can imbue objects with souls, and it failed to activate just now, indirectly proving the âthingâ in the suit has its own soul.
This information didnât need to be shared with casual teammate passersby, Li Cheng kept his expression unchanged, smoothly diverting the topic with nonsense, "A fun fact, during the six-month hibernation period, brown bears form a super large compressed, hard feces plug within the rectum to block the steel gate, preventing incontinence, only ejecting it when awakening in spring.
Considering humans donât have such great feces condensing ability,
When human civilization explores the vast universe in the future, it may be necessary to have a big iron stick in each hibernation chamber for every crew member."
If interstellar civilization really needs to use big iron sticks to block the gate, the dream of the sea of stars might as well die early...
Claudia and Reyes had odd expressions, but White Horse Tombstone, having experienced Pifuâs nonsense ability earlier, didnât dwell on it. Instead, he picked up the Guiding Radar from the astronautâs hand and pressed it.
Bzz!
The radar lit up with a blue glow, forming a translucent arrow pointing to the distant wilderness.
White Horse Tombstone pondered for a moment, then glanced at the dome overhead and said, "Iâll go up and take a look at the metal pipeline to prevent the system from placing clues inside."
"Okay."
Li Cheng nodded; placing hidden clues at the Playerâs initial teleportation point was one of the killing fieldâs usual deceptive tricks,
The classic is writing strong magic spells using invisible ink on the task briefingâs envelope.
Or having the script boss disguised as a corpse or small monster, lying dead in the grass waiting for the Player to miss it.
White Horse Tombstone leapt high, stepping on air, ascending to the height of a thousand meters, then clutching the pipeâs edge with her left hand and forcefully pushing the gate with the right, she pushed open a gap, flipped inside, and disappeared.
Thirty seconds later, moving swiftly and neatly, she reemerged from the pipe, releasing the Meteor Fall skill with her fist, accelerating toward the ground.
Bang!
Knees touched down, creating a huge indentation in the ground, White Horse Tombstone stood up unperturbed, speaking rapidly, "I misjudged; anyone has a large vehicle, itâs time to run."
Before finishing her words, the metal pipelines above the Players, and all over the wasteland, began emitting blue smoke synchronously from their outlets.