Simultaneous travel: I am rampaging in the domestic area

Chapter 167 Technological Progress Relies on Archaeology
...Locke's face twitched. In the world of armor, he said that it was illegal for us to manufacture armor.

You will be fined.

Is this right?
However, there really is such a provision in the universal law.

This is an agreement between the Cosmic King and different galaxy cluster civilizations: you must each have your own weapon system.

It cannot be like other galaxy cluster civilizations.

The weapon system submitted by the planet Ares in the Milky Way is armor.

Therefore, apart from the planet Ares, no other planet can manufacture armor; otherwise, it would be illegal.

Locke thought for a moment, then what was the light and shadow armor on Earth?

However, he remembered that the Light and Shadow Armor was sent by the Emperor's consciousness.

If the laws of the universe can govern galaxy cluster civilizations, can they possibly govern the Heavenly Dao consciousness and the Emperor's Armor?
Even the Thunder Yatalis armor he wore was created by the consciousness of the Earth planet.

It is not part of the same system as intelligent biological civilization.

“I understand,” Locke sighed.

But it's really a shame that you can't make armor in the world of armor.

"However, I'll also prepare a space teleportation beam; I need to go to the armor center."

“Yes, Mr. Locke.”

The government readily complied with Locke's requests.

Locke was thinking that although they couldn't make armor here.

But that doesn't mean other Locke worlds can't be created.

The laws of the universe shouldn't extend to other Locke worlds.

As the teleportation beam descended, Locke was about to leave when he suddenly raised an eyebrow and looked ahead.

A dozen humanoid shrimp soldiers were fiercely threatening him, demanding that he hand over the Super Spirit.

"The shrimp army of the sea creatures?" Locke asked, as if in the original story, the sea creatures did have a shrimp army as their subordinates.

"Now that you know, you should know how powerful we sea creatures are. Quickly, hand over the items."

In the shrimp soldier legion, one of the leading shrimp soldiers made a vicious threat.

Locke sighed, "Do you even know what I do for a living?"

"I don't care about this or that, brothers, let's kill!"

The shrimp soldiers, simple-minded and with bloodshot eyes, charged forward wielding iron forks.

call!
Locke opened his mouth and blew gently forward, and the wind rose and the clouds surged, a gale swept through the streets, and a tornado was whipped up.

They blew the entire army of shrimp soldiers into the sky.

"receive!"

Locke reached out and grabbed, his five fingers seemingly connected to the shrimp soldiers by invisible threads, pulling them down.

They were all pulled out.

All that was left were clumps of water and lobsters.

"I've heard that the shrimp army is made from seawater and lobsters. Now that I've seen it, it's definitely true."

Locke's eyes lit up, and he used his hidden magic to take out a large basket and put all the live lobsters in it.

Not bad.

We got to eat fresh lobster today.

"Mr. Locke, the spatial teleportation is almost at its limit. Would you like to wait a little longer before teleporting?"

A bitter voice came from the push-button phone.

Space teleportation requires a lot of energy to operate for extended periods.

“Let’s teleport,” Locke said, carrying the lobster basket.

As he spoke, he glanced at a shadowy figure at the street corner, feeling a pang of regret.

If nothing unexpected happens, that person is a member of the Sea Clan.

They came specifically to him to retrieve their Super Spirits.

However, it possessed a dark energy. Locke could sense that as soon as he approached, the dark energy would react, instantly enlarging the sea creature cadre to enormous size.

Engage in gigantic battles within urban residential areas.

This is a very troublesome thing to think about.

The side effects of having a talent that makes dreams come true have appeared.

One consolation, however, is that these sea creature cadres are all cowards who are afraid of death.

As long as there is a chance to live, I will never allow myself to become gigantic.

After all, even if they were blown up in a full-body battle, they would still have a chance to escape.

However, if they lose a battle while growing to gigantic size, it's like they're going to die; no one will let them go.

The teleportation beam dissipated, and Locke was instantly teleported to the center of the armor.

This is the nation's main research institute for armor research; it's a very high-level institution, but the number of personnel is rather awkward.

Basically, they are in a state of maintaining immortality.

Armor Research Center.

Ke Guolong was also there, wearing a white coat, being led to his new job. His armor research skills were very strong, so the authorities certainly wouldn't refuse his application.

in contrast.

The researchers here are very enthusiastic and welcome Ke Guolong to join them.

"Old Ke, with your arrival, our research institute is no longer without new talent," a middle-aged male PhD student remarked.

"Yes, if no new people come, we all think that the research project is going to be abandoned and canceled."

Other researchers also sighed deeply.

This made Ke Guolong's eyelids twitch; wherever he went, the armor research projects were all about to be cut.

Is armor research really that unpopular on Earth?
"By the way, Lao Ke, you've come at just the right time. An important person is coming to our institute today," the middle-aged PhD said with a smile.

"Who?"

"The great hero who saved the earth."

That person?!

Ke Guolong was surprised. Soon, Locke was teleported here, and the lobster basket he was carrying was given to the guards so they could have an extra meal.

"Dr. Ke, you're here too?" Locke was surprised. He had the people from the Armor Research Institute explain the armor manufacturing technology to him.

The institute arranged for Ke Guolong, an acquaintance, to receive him.

"Yes, I just arrived today too." Ke Guolong said with emotion, never expecting that his first day at the research institute would be to receive Locke.

"I heard you want to learn armor manufacturing technology?"

"Hmm, I'm very curious about how armor is made. Doctor, could you teach me?" Locke nodded and asked.

His knowledge was at the postgraduate level, not quite up to par, but just enough to understand armor manufacturing technology.

"Making armor isn't actually that difficult; all our current armor-making techniques are based on shortcuts," Ke Guolong began, pointing to a demonstration software.

"A trick?" Locke wondered what kind of trick could have enabled Earthlings to create armor in the era of keypad mobile phones.

"Space compression technology," Ke Guolong pointed to the most important technology.

"Only with the ability to compress space can it be called true armor, but this technology is too advanced, and we have no corresponding technological reserves."

"But just because we don't have it doesn't mean Earth's consciousness doesn't exist." Ke Guolong clicked on a manufacturing process.

That was the light wave frequency they had found that could resonate with the consciousness of Earth.

Then, by borrowing the power of Earth's consciousness, the manufactured armor was compressed into the summoner, and then an attempt was made to solve the problem of the energy source.

Locke watched, deeply shocked. These scientists, in their attempt to take a shortcut, had actually managed to communicate with the Earth's consciousness.

Is this reasonable?

"Actually, we are not the first to use this trick. Long ago, in ancient times, our Chinese civilization had a profession called shaman."

"They held sacrifices, communicated with the heavens, and summoned wind and rain." Ke Guolong brought up ancient history, feeling somewhat ashamed.

Because their technological advancements actually rely on archaeology.

(End of this chapter)