Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

If it weren't for the lingering smell of blood in the air, Milin and Gray Feng, walking side by side among the trees, would have seemed like they were on a date.

And it was a date to relax after just punishing the naughty kid.

How many times has this happened?

His eyes stayed on the sentries who were standing every ten meters around him. Milin seemed to be asking and talking to himself.

The seventeenth time, once every ten days on average. Gray Feng, who maintained the same pace as Milin, replied.

Seventeen times, once every ten days... Milin repeated the number that Gray Feng said, but did not bother Alori with so many troubles, and continued with an emotional tone:

Has it been one hundred and seventy days?

It's one hundred and seventy-seven days, Commander. Gray Feng said, knowing what Milin was feeling.

Including the three days before I met you, it's exactly one hundred and eighty days. Milin said after being immersed in memories for a while.

Yes, Commander, it has been one hundred and eighty days since you came to this world. Gray Wind said.

One hundred and eighty days, half a year, how many half-years are there in life? Milin said.

Commander, according to your latest physical examination, your life expectancy is one hundred and seventy-four years left. Gray Wind said something that was a bit exaggerated for a carbon-based hairless upright ape like Milin. After the number, he paused and then said:

If you, Commander, care about your lifespan, I can help you, Commander, extend your life expectancy.

... Milin, who realized that the topic had been diverted by Hui Feng, said speechlessly: I just feel that the environment changes people so quickly.

From the confusion and excitement at the beginning of time travel, to the recognition of the doomsday wasteland-like social environment of the ancient Middle Ages in just a few days, to the excitement and nervousness of discovering that I actually have a golden finger, and finally to the calm look on my face now. Walking in the mountains and forests filled with the smell of blood.

All these changes took only half a year.

Commander, have you changed? Gray Feng tilted his head slightly and looked up and down at the sighing Milin with gray pupils without emotion.

...I said it's not a physical change. Forget it, let's see what the harvest is like? Milin sighed, realizing that such a topic was not suitable for communicating with Gray Wind.

This should be regarded as the difference between the worldviews of carbon-based monkeys and silicon-based life forms.

Commander, are you talking about the previous gains? Hui Feng asked, completely unaware of Milin's helplessness.

I'm talking about this time, oh yes... Hearing Gray Feng's question, Milin remembered the harvest that was almost forgotten because a certain humanoid sauromorph creature walked alone without obeying orders.

I don’t know whether it’s the “knowledge reserve” of Europeans or Africans.

Thinking of this, Milin stopped, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With Milin's movements, the mountain forest where the two of them were originally was instantly replaced by a starry sky.

If you take a closer look, you can see that the starry sky is not made up of stars, but small flickering squares linked together by various thin lines.

Because there are so many small squares that shine dimly, so many that they can be described as endless, it makes this space look like a starry sky.

I'm looking for it...the system of materialism...the material universe...interstellar navigation technology, oh, I found it here.

Milin skillfully used the virtual projection screen to search for the new knowledge he had learned in the starry sky.

It took almost five minutes for Milin to pick out a small square that shone brighter than other small squares from the endless sea of ​​stars.

The small cube that was taken out immediately unfolded into several large and small translucent light screens in front of Milin and Hui Feng. A large amount of data and text crossed the light screen at a speed that the naked eye could not capture.

Entry-level warp engine manufacturing technology is very suitable for civilizations that have just begun to explore the planetary system where their home star is located.

Gray Feng, whose pupils also flashed through a pile of data and words at super high speed, summarized Milin's gains in the same tone as before.

It sounds a little more realistic than the previous two.

Although Milin knew all the knowledge about making this kind of hyperlight engine, in terms of the practicality of these things, Milin was far inferior to Gray Wind.

This is purely a racial difference. If it were not for some unknown restriction, the gray girl standing in front of Milin could directly transform into a super battleship and take Milin to travel across the star sea.

To be precise, it is more suitable as a supplement to grassroots transportation, such as transportation within planetary systems.

In addition to being able to transform into a super battleship, she can also transform into a super robot, said Gray Feng, who is simply a boy's dream girl.

The previously learned subspace navigation technology that requires the use of subspace, and the hyperspace navigation technology that relies on the hyperspace core, although spanning longer distances, are generally not suitable for small-scale navigation.

If we use Milin's knowledge before crossing to describe it, it is that the two are equivalent to high-speed trains and airplanes, and the warp engine is more like the engine used in ordinary cars.

But it's of no use.

Milin, who had begun to think that this was caused by African ancestry, spread his hands among the stars and continued:

Even if I knew every detail of making this engine now, I couldn't even make a screw with what we and the world have now.

These technologies, which can almost support a galactic empire, are not even as good as honeycomb briquette manufacturing technology in this world that is still in the Middle Ages.

This strong adsorption combination reinforcement method for the engine does not require screws. Although he did not deny what Milin wanted to express, Hui Feng still corrected Milin's detailed errors.

...I'm just making a metaphor. Just as he was used to Alori's daily troubles, Milin, who was also used to Gray Feng's way of speaking, waved his hand.

The unfolded light screen returned to the stars under Milin's movements. The endless stars also disappeared with Milin's movements, and the two of them returned to the mountain forest that smelled of blood.

From the fact that there was no change in the scene around the two of them, it can be seen that the starry sky just now was just a visual effect and was not actually transported into the starry sky.

So I care more about the gains from this battle than this thing. After all, this is a mission worth 1,200 dinars.

Milin said as he put away one of the gold fingers.

It's 1,167 dinar silver coins, command...

Milin raised his hands and put them on Hui Feng's shoulders, interrupting the other person's words with a solemn look.

Can you repair Alori's armor?

Okay, Commander, this is my mission.

Okay, you can continue talking.

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