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The green background with white text is displayed in the center of the screen.

Please confirm: Do you still have a left eye that truly belongs to you?

Inside the Devourer's carriage, all the lights were dimmed by half.

It's not that the system lowered the brightness.

After those words appeared, everyone instinctively held their breath, and even the air seemed to become heavy.

Su Yuan stood in front of the control panel.

The right eye's tricolor vertical pupil is calm.

Inside the left eye socket, the silver-black, purely mechanical eyeball slowly rotated, its internal AM resonant groove emitting a regular clicking sound.

Click.

Click.

Click.

It's very light.

But it was terrifyingly clear inside the carriage.

Xiao Huo's hand was still on the jump push lever, his knuckles frozen, the tip of his tail touching the floor, not daring to move an inch.

Wang Hu stood behind, his robotic arm hanging down, its metal knuckles slightly open and then retracted.

He stared at the line of text, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The real left eye?

It's long gone.

Most of his optic nerve is gone.

That thing is now sealed inside the amber of the forbidden zone of the inner universe by Su Yuan himself, and it is still wrapped with the contaminated code of the Base Cleaner Protocol.

in other words.

The Great Wall defense line is not asking about eyesight.

It asks whether the original physical characteristics of Experiment 001 are complete.

For such an outdated Earth defense system, there are only two answers.

完整。

by.

Incomplete.

Infect.

Xiao Huo's face was deathly pale, and her lips moved a few times.

"Owner……"

He didn't dare say the second half of the sentence.

Because the answer was terrible.

It's so rotten it can't be straightened out.

If we use the laws of higher dimensions to forge bioelectric signals, we might be able to fool the shipboard systems in the wasteland universe.

But the opposite side is the Great Wall defense line.

It is a physical defense array left over from the Pangu Project era.

It asked, "What truly belongs to your left eye?"

It's not asking for "a usable replacement part".

It's not about asking "Can you simulate optic nerve feedback?"

Wang Hu understood this as well.

He whispered, "Should we... disconnect the relay link first?"

Xiao Huo stared at him intently.

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and added, "It's not that I'm cowardly. It's that this thing is too rigid. If it determines that you are infected, all three fleets, the border relay, and the Devourer will be added to the cleanup list."

Su Yuan did not answer.

He looked at the screen.

The silver-black mechanical left eye rotated one notch.

Click.

He placed the warm-colored chip in his palm back into the slot on the control panel, and his left hand rested on the old-fashioned mechanical keyboard.

The dark gold finger bone touched the keycap.

There was no pause.

There was no disguise.

There was no explanation of foreplay.

Click.

Click.

Click-clack.

The Morse code was typed out from the physical input port.

"Self-destruction has been removed. Now a physical and mechanical replacement."

Xiao Huo's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Owner!"

Wang Hu felt a tightness in his scalp.

This is not an excuse.

This is to cut open the blade and show it to the other side.

And after opening it up, I told the other person that I had indeed cut off the original organ.

If you want to treat it as an infection, then come on over.

The main screen in the carriage flickered for three seconds.

Three seconds is very short.

But everyone felt that those three seconds were ridiculously long.

In the first second, the green background and white text remained unchanged.

In the second, all AM relay windows freeze simultaneously.

In the third second, the entire screen changed from green to blood red.

No warning buffer.

No review prompt was received.

The blood-red text was displayed across all terminals.

"Corruption of original physical features detected."

"Triggering the Trojan Protocol."

"Judgment: High-dimensional base disguised as an infected entity."

"Implement physical isolation and collective punishment."

The color completely drained from Xiao Huo's face.

Wang Hu cursed half a swear word, but the second half got stuck in his throat.

On the star chart, the originally smoothly extending dark silver AM relay chain begins to turn red from its farthest point.

Red is not a traffic light.

It is a high-energy reaction.

The physical readings transmitted from the edge of the Oort cloud were jumping wildly.

Quality aggregation.

Curvature compression.

Directional gravitational pulse generation.

The numbers have been soaring.

100,000 GB.

Million GB.

Tens of millions of gigabytes.

Finally, it reached the hundreds of millions of gigabytes level.

Little Fire looked at the data panel, its back slammed into the bulkhead, and its tail exploded.

"It won't listen to any explanations!"

"If any organ is incomplete, treat it as an infected person!"

"This isn't censorship, it's an outdated multiple-choice question!"

next moment.

The distant part of the star map is bright.

A purely physical gravitational tsunami crashed against the antenna array from the opposite direction.

It has no regular fluctuations.

There is no conceptual pollution.

There are no high-dimensional features.

It's about quality.

It's a collapse.

It's the most brutal physical pressure difference.

The first batch of border buoys were torn apart the instant they came into contact with the pulse.

It didn't explode.

It is a high-density waste material formed from the outer shell to the internal chip by the gravitational difference in different directions.

Immediately afterwards, three warlord outer escort ships responsible for relaying information were caught in the crossfire.

In the tactical footage, the armor of the three ships first collapsed inward, the bridge was flattened as if by an invisible hand, and the turrets and engine rooms were simultaneously twisted into metal knots.

One-tenth of a second later.

The three frigates turned into three gleaming clumps of metallic scrap and veered off course along the track.

Inside the command center of the slaughterhouse.

The officers, who had just survived thanks to the old oxygen lines, stared blankly at the approaching red wall on the radar.

The fire control officer was still lying on the ground, his vision blurring with pain from the rise and fall of his broken ribs.

He stared at the screen, his lips dry.

"here we go again?"

The adjutant leaned against the equipment cabinet, his face congealed with blood.

"This is not an arbitration tribunal."

The communications officer stared intently at the terminal, his eyes glazed over.

"The Great Wall defense line included us as well."

The commander stood halfway up the tactical platform, then sat back down on the ground.

He glanced at the old terminal with green background and white lettering.

The host computer that just saved them is now being identified as a source of infection by the Great Wall defense line.

That makes perfect sense.

It was also a desperate situation.

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"The defenses of Earth are even more ruthless than those of higher-dimensional beasts."

Wasteland shelter.

On the main screen, the gravitational pulse appears as a red crack, rolling along the relay chain.

The staff officer's hand hovered over the control panel, his fingertips trembling wildly.

"It does not perform friend-or-foe identification."

"It only looks at the original physical characteristics."

"001 is missing its left eye, so it determines that the entire link is contaminated."

The commander sat in his chair, his face tense.

"Where will it hit?"

The staff officer glanced at the final simulation and turned ashen-white.

"The three fleets will be crushed first."

"Then there's all the old hardware on the border."

"Finally, we arrived at the Devourer."

He paused.

"If the pulse doesn't decay, half the edge of the wasteland will be cleared out."

The observation area of ​​the high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder knelt in the black blood, and the moment he saw the verdict on the Great Wall defense line, a twisted sense of pleasure appeared on his face.

"Ha ha……"

He laughed until he coughed up blood.

"Did you see that?"

"Even the physical base doesn't recognize him!"

"The loss of the left eye indicates an infection, and the damage to the original features indicates a disguise."

He looked up and stared at the Devourer on the screen.

"Su Yuan, you devour higher dimensions, bite into black holes, and kill Number 000."

"But you can't fool Earth's own old rules."

A shadowy figure nearby whispered, "The gravitational pulse is approaching the 30,000-kilometer range of the Devourer."

The young elder grinned, his mouth stained with blood.

"Then let's see how he dies."

Inside the Devourer.

The gravitational compression wave has already affected the outer perimeter of the vehicle.

The armor plates began to make a low, grinding sound.

Visible distortions and patterns appeared in the external space.

Xiao Huo forcefully suppressed his fear and rushed back to the control panel.

"Master, open the inner universe!"

"If we tough it out, there's still a chance!"

Wang Hu roared, "Either break the chain and use a jump! Get out of the way first!"

Su Yuan raised his hand.

Both of them shut up at the same time.

He did not open up the inner universe.

No negation was used.

The three-colored divine fire was not activated.

Even the Devourer's shield wasn't upgraded to the highest level.

He simply looked down at the mechanical eyeball in his left eye socket.

The AM resonant slot inside the silver-black mechanical sphere is capturing the physical frequency band of the pulse from the opposite side.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Su Yuan's consciousness sank into the deepest part of the inner universe.

Inside the restricted area, the piece of information amber floated in the enclosed space.

Inside the amber, the remaining base cleaner code appears as grayish-white lines, like a decaying circuit board, and flickers faintly.

This is his lesion.

That's also evidence.

That piece of code initially infiltrated along the visual pathway, heading straight for the root directory of the intrinsic universe.

If he hadn't gouged out his left eye and severed the optic nerve himself, Su Yuan wouldn't be standing here now.

It is a shell controlled by the base protocol.

Su Yuan did not take the amber out.

He extracted only a very small segment of the characteristic frequencies.

This is not the complete code.

It is not an activatable virus.

It was a pathological slide.

Like the edge of necrotic tissue scraped off under a microscope.

This is sufficient proof that an infection exists.

However, it is not enough to spread.

Xiao Huo stared at the gray-white spectrum that suddenly appeared on the control panel, his face tingling.

"Master, are you going to send this over?"

Wang Hu's eyes twitched.

"That's a remnant of the Cleaner Protocol!"

Xiao Huo's voice changed from anxiety.

"The Great Wall defense line already considers you an infected person. If you send them another virus sample now, won't they immediately trigger the maximum threshold?"

Su Yuan finally spoke.

"It needs evidence."

The fire died down.

Su Yuan placed his left hand on the keyboard, and his mechanical left eye began to modulate electromagnetic waves.

"Then let's examine the affected area."

Xiao Huo's lips trembled.

"But what if it can't understand it?"

Su Yuan's tone was frighteningly calm.

"That means the Great Wall is completely rotten."

A gravitational tsunami approached from 20,000 kilometers away.

The outer space was compressed to a bright light.

Fine cracks appeared on the front armor of the Devourer, and several pieces of the outer scale armor were torn apart by the difference in gravity and rolled backward.

Xiao Huo stared intently at the distance reading, his heart pounding in his chest.

18,000 kilometers.

15,000 kilometers.

Twelve thousand kilometers.

Su Yuan pressed the send button.

The AM pulse, carrying pathological slide data, surged outwards against the gravitational tsunami.

There are no higher-dimensional channels.

There is no law to accelerate.

It's electromagnetic waves.

original.

Rough.

stable.

A set of lesion data codes passed through the red gravitational wave front and collided head-on with the review interface of the Great Wall defense line.

In the higher-dimensional dark web.

Several surviving elders also intercepted that electromagnetic wave.

They were originally waiting to see the Devourer be crushed by gravity.

But the moment the waveform was translated to reveal its underlying characteristics, the high-dimensional afterimages of the entire observation area froze.

An elderly elder abruptly severed his visual connection, half of his face twitching.

"Turn it off!"

"Don't look!"

Before the young elder could react, he forced a glance at it.

The next second, he fell to the ground, his throat gurgling with broken breaths.

"The cleaner..."

"Base-level cleaner code..."

He raised his face, which was covered in black blood, his eyes filled with terror.

"He's insane!"

"He actually submitted a top-level virus sample to the antivirus program!"

"This isn't an appeal; it's handing a knife to the defense line, letting it slice through people and the entire galaxy!"

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer also detected that electromagnetic wave.

A red warning popped up on the screen.

"Dangerous sample".

"A suspected case of infection at the base."

"It is recommended to physically shut down the entire site."

The staff officer's hands were numb.

"What is he doing?"

The commander stared at the screen, his lips pressed into a tight line.

"He's betting on the Great Wall defenses and still remembers the difference between doctors and patients."

The staff officer turned to look at him.

"What if it doesn't remember?"

The commander did not answer.

Because the answer lies in the star chart.

The gravitational pulse has approached the Devourer at a distance of 10,000 kilometers.

At this distance, even optical observations begin to distort.

The star points in front of the Devourer were stretched into long lines, and the stress readings of the vehicle's external armor all exceeded the maximum.

Little Fire gripped the edge of the control panel with both hands, its tail pressed tightly behind it.

"Nine thousand kilometers!"

"Eight thousand!"

"Seven thousand five!"

Wang Hu gritted his teeth and deployed the shield generator with the robotic arm.

"Old Su, I'm not asking anymore. You say you'll hit me, so be it!"

Su Yuan ignored him.

He stared at the screen.

The resonant groove inside the mechanical left eye stopped clicking.

The entire carriage fell into an oppressive silence.

The gravitational pulse reached within 10,000 kilometers.

Sudden.

It's stuck.

On the star chart, the red pulse band looked like it had hit an invisible hard gate, causing its front end to vibrate violently.

Friction occurs in physical space.

Directly in front of the Devourer, a vast expanse of aurora-like, cold-colored ionosphere unfolded and then rapidly tore apart.

It's not a conflict of laws.

It was the physical algorithm of the Great Wall defense line that forcibly applied the brakes.

Xiao Huo froze on the spot.

"It's stopped?"

Wang Hu's eyes widened.

"It's really fucking stopped?"

The blood-red text on the screen began to flash.

"Pathology slides received."

"Sample feature matching in progress."

"Base Cleaner Protocol Infection Traces: Confirmed"

"Infection route: visual input channel."

"Infection vector: original left eye and half of the optic nerve."

"Lesion status: Removed."

"Resection method identification in progress."

Su Yuan lowered his head.

My left hand landed on the keyboard again.

Click.

Click-clack.

This time he hit it really hard.

Each blow felt like a jolt to the nerves of every bystander.

Send additional telegraphic codes.

"Blue Star Era 2024, Pangu Project 001".

"Cut off the source of infection at the base."

"Because I was not only the experimental subject, but also the chief surgeon."

The Enter key was pressed all the way down.

Snapped.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Huo's breathing stopped completely.

Wang Hu stared at the line of telegraph code, his expression shifting from tense to blank.

On the Slaughterhouse, all the surviving officers were staring at their terminals.

Inside the wasteland bunker, the staff officer stood with his mouth agape, his hand frozen in mid-air.

In the high-dimensional dark web, the young elder knelt in a pool of blood, the mockery on his face completely gone.

three seconds.

Nothing has changed.

The first second.

The gravitational pulse was still stuck in front of the Devourer.

The second second.

The red high-energy reaction neither receded nor advanced.

The third second.

All terminals simultaneously went black.

Xiao Huo's expression changed.

"It's broken?"

next moment.

The screen lit up again.

The blood-red color disappeared.

The entire interface is covered in green background and white text.

"Pathological examination passed."

"Method for lesion removal: physical cutting."

"Area of ​​incision: Left eyeball, infected segment of optic nerve, and boundary of local intracranial contamination."

"Residual infection: Encapsulated state."

"Antibody generation: Confirmed."

"Reassessment of the condition of Experiment Subject No. 001".

"The diagnosis of infection has been revoked."

"Surgeon's authority confirmed."

After a brief pause.

The last line of text appeared.

"A salute to the sole wielder of the knife."

The gravitational pulse has dissipated.

It doesn't gradually dissipate.

Instead, it was as if the main switch had been cut off, and it retreated without a trace from the front of the Devourer.

The compressed space springs back up.

The star point has been restored to its original position.

The outer armor of the Devourer has stopped tearing.

The scale fragments that had been rolled up drifted away into the distance due to inertia.

Then, a deep mechanical roar filled the entire frequency range.

It's not a human voice.

It is not a message of law.

It was the long wailing of an air raid siren from the old days.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Low-pitched.

Rough.

desolate.

It is transmitted through the relay chain.

The old terminal of the slaughterhouse began to vibrate.

The old-fashioned antennas on the surfaces of the Bonebreaker, the Nighthound, and thousands of other frigates simultaneously deflected to receive and relay this frequency.

Border buoys light up.

The base station in the abandoned mining area lights up.

The lighthouse on the abandoned shipping lane lights up.

In the deserted cemetery, a half-buried communications tower lay, its broken metal disc slowly rotating, emitting a rusting, grinding sound.

At this moment, all the old devices on the edge of the wasteland universe that could respond to the AM band resonated with the sound.

Inside the command center of the slaughterhouse.

The fire control officer lay on the ground, looking up at the green background with white lettering.

"A salute to the sole wielder of the knife."

His voice was terribly hoarse when he read it aloud.

The adjutant leaned against the cabinet, his face half-dried with blood, his eyes glazed over.

The communications officer stared at the terminal and muttered, "It almost killed us all just now."

The commander looked at the screen.

"Because it thought he was infected."

The communications officer turned his head with difficulty.

"And now?"

The commander remained silent for a moment.

"Now it's confirmed that he wasn't infected."

He looked up at the Devourer signal on the other side of the screen.

"He's the one who cut off the infected area."

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer looked at the line of tribute, his knees buckled, and he sat down on the ground.

"It passed."

"The Great Wall defense line passed his self-harm record."

"It's not because he's strong, it's not because he has high authority."

"It's because he actually cut off his own eye."

The commander leaned on the edge of the table, remaining motionless for a long time.

He looked at the close-up image of the silver-black mechanical left eye on the screen.

The metal sphere was embedded in Su Yuan's hollow eye socket, with bone tissue and mechanical edges welded shut, and dark old blood still visible at the interface.

It lacks aesthetic appeal.

There is no divinity.

very ugly.

It's very hard.

The commander's lips moved.

"This is the true test of Earth."

"You're saying you're not sick."

"You cut off the lesion and placed it in front of it."

The high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder stared at the line "Chief Surgeon's Authority Confirmed," feeling as if all his energy had been drained away.

He had originally been waiting for Su Yuan to be wiped out by the physical defenses.

As a result, the Great Wall defenses not only stopped.

And also a tribute.

A tribute to a human who gouged out his own left eye and sealed away the infected tissue at the base of his body.

The afterimage beside him whispered, "The physical base has acknowledged him."

The young elder's lips twitched.

"admit?"

He raised his head, black blood dripping down his chin.

"It's not an admission."

"This is the initiation of the sword."

He stared at the screen of the Devourer, his eyes showing no hostility for the first time, only deep fear.

"The Great Wall Defense removed him from the list of infected individuals and added him to the list of surgeons."

Another afterimage rolled its throat.

"Then what are we?"

The young elder stared at the green background and white lettering for a long while before speaking.

"The tissue surrounding the lesion."

No one refuted.

Air raid sirens continued to be broadcast across all frequency bands.

Far beyond the solar system, the few remaining monitoring towers of the Truth Alliance received this rough frequency, and their outer shells shook simultaneously.

Sparks from the heatsink were ejected due to motherboard overload.

An automated device responsible for monitoring old frequency bands displayed an error message.

"A salute wave from the Pangu Era defense line has been detected."

"The level of authority exceeds the parliamentary historical records."

"Physical retreat is recommended."

Then, the directional antenna of the monitoring tower automatically drooped down.

It wasn't damaged by a beating.

It is the underlying hardware that spontaneously enters an avoidance posture.

Deep in the universe, several high-dimensional observation points were simultaneously shut down.

No one dared to mistake that air raid siren for ordinary low-frequency noise anymore.

That's the physical base making way.

Make way for a disabled human being.

Inside the Devourer's Carriage.

The alarm's siren gradually faded away.

Xiao Huo leaned against the control panel, his legs still weak, but his eyes had already lit up.

"Owner……"

He looked at the tribute text on the screen, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"This was ridiculously cool."

Wang Hu let out a long breath, and the shield generator of the robotic arm retracted.

"I almost thought we were going to be wiped out by our hometown's defenses."

Su Yuan did not respond to their words.

He raised his hand and touched the edge of his left eye socket.

The mechanical eyeball rotated slightly, click.

That's not a higher-dimensional divine eye.

It is not the source of the negation principle.

It was just a physical replacement part that he had handcrafted.

Ox.

old.

It also has an AM resonant slot.

But now, the Great Wall defense line recognizes it.

Su Yuan looked at the screen.

"coordinate."

Xiao Huo immediately snapped back to reality and his fingers flew across the panel.

"Receiving".

The green background with white text has started refreshing.

"The waterway barrier has been lifted."

"AM relay link upgrade".

"Loading physical gate coordinates at the edge of the Oort cloud."

"Gate key generation".

An absurdly long string of code scrolled across the screen.

Each segment is displayed using the most basic characters.

There are no higher-dimensional runes.

There is no fancy interface.

It's like the low-level startup logs that run in an old computer.

Import the Little Torch code into the Devourer's Navigation Matrix.

"Curvature window is stable."

"The Gravity Pulse Defense Array has switched to escort mode."

"The flight range can be further reduced."

He looked at the final calculations, his voice still trembling.

"If we walk at full speed, we can arrive before the countdown ends."

Wang Hu stared at the screen.

What exactly is inside the Great Wall?

Su Yuan looked at the warm-colored crystal.

The words "Pangu Project" on the back of the chip are clearly visible under the light.

He did not answer.

Because the screen is still refreshing.

The coordinate code has reached the end.

Finally, the green background with white text came to a stop.

The defense AI left a new message.

No emotions.

No embellishment.

Line by line, it appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"The waterway has been cleared."

"Bring the biopsy report of your lesion."

"They're waiting for you to finish the final surgery."

"Please speed up, less than 66 hours left in the countdown."

When the last line of text appeared, the lights in the carriage flickered.

"The Great Wall... is being eaten away from within."

Xiao Huo's hand stopped on the navigation key.

Wang Hu's face darkened.

Su Yuan placed his left hand back beside the keyboard, and his silver-black mechanical left eye slowly turned to the center of the screen.

Click.

Click.

Click.