The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The gravitational pulse did not completely disappear after it receded.

It changed direction.

The physical tsunami that was originally going to crush the Devourer was forcibly reversed by the Great Wall defense line into a forward thrust slide.

At the edge of the Oort cloud, large swaths of dust and ice fragments are stretched into long arcs.

The Devourer sped along that arc.

It's not a leap.

It is not a high-dimensional fold.

It's pure physical acceleration that makes your teeth ache.

The outer armor of the vehicle creaked under the thrust, and several newly repaired scales curled up at the edges, with fine electric sparks shooting out from the dark gold welds.

Xiao Huo leaned over the control panel, his hands on the panel, his eyes glued to the navigation data.

"Sixty-five hours and fifty-eight minutes."

"Sixty-five hours and fifty-seven minutes."

"Curvature window is stable."

"The gravitational pull is still there."

With each number he called out, his tail pressed a little closer to the floor.

Wang Hu stood behind, his mechanical arm gripping the handrail, his face extremely tense.

"Is this thing really for escorting ships?"

He looked at the distorted stars outside the window, and his lips twitched.

"Why do I have this feeling that it could just casually send us away at any moment?"

Xiao Huo didn't turn around; his throat tightened.

"Don't raise flags randomly."

"Now it's an escort."

"If it makes a mistake again, we'll be the minced meat."

Su Yuan leaned against the control panel.

His right eye, with its tricolor vertical pupil, remained calm.

The silver-black mechanical ball in the left eye socket rotated slowly, and the internal AM resonant groove tapped rhythmically.

Click.

Click.

Click.

dull.

Cold and hard.

No emotions.

His left hand rested next to the old-fashioned mechanical keyboard, his finger bones remaining still.

The warm-colored chip is embedded in the groove of the control panel, and the words "Pangu Project" on the back are clearly reflected on the light green screen.

Xiao Huo glanced at the countdown again.

"Less than sixty-six hours."

"Master, at this speed, we can catch up."

Su Yuan didn't look up.

Don't believe you can catch up.

Xiao Huo was stunned.

Su Yuan looked at the star map ahead.

"Only believe what enters your mouth."

Wang Hu felt a slight tension in his back upon hearing this.

He understands now.

The fact that the Great Wall defenses are willing to give way does not mean that things are normal inside.

The previous question was simply a matter of verifying my identity at the entrance.

The real lesion has not yet appeared.

At the same time.

Within the three warlord fleets.

All the old terminals with green background and white text cannot be closed.

Inside the Slaughterhouse Command Center, seven surviving officers sat amidst the chaos.

The gray-blue bloodstains on the floor had partially dried.

The four Mk-IV cannons had cooled down, with fine dust still clinging to the bottom of their barrels.

The lead box containing the remains of the supervising officer was stuffed into the isolation cabinet by the maintenance arm.

The cabinet door had a faded label on it.

Hazardous waste.

The fire control officer leaned against the wall, a temporary tourniquet wrapped around his chest.

He reached out and tried to turn off the terminal.

As soon as I raised my hand, a line of text popped up on the green screen.

"Shared view terminal locked".

"Surgical observation permissions are forcibly enabled."

The fire control officer cursed, his hand frozen in mid-air.

The communications officer's throat bobbed, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

"Sir, it won't turn off."

"We've been designated as an observation node."

The adjutant stared at the screen, his face pale.

"Observe what?"

No one answered.

Because the star map in the center of the screen is being synchronized with the Devourer's vision.

Border buoys.

Abandoned mining base stations.

Abandoned lighthouse along the shipping route.

An old communications tower in an abandoned cemetery.

All the old hardware that could still respond to AM frequencies on the edge of half the wasteland universe was forced to connect to the same screen.

They are not responsible for fighting.

I am not responsible for making judgments.

I'm only responsible for watching.

The fleet commander sat at the tactical console, elbows propped on his knees, staring at the dark gold behemoth propelled by gravity.

After a long while, he spoke.

"We are no longer prisoners."

The communications officer looked up.

The commander's lips twitched, but he didn't actually laugh.

"We are the cameras on the operating room walls."

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer was also watching the same scene.

The dozen or so screens in front of him were all filled with green backgrounds and white text.

The commander stood at the rear, lighting and extinguishing his cigarette repeatedly, before finally breaking it and throwing it into his cup.

"Just how sick is the Great Wall that it needs to be watched by half the universe?"

The staff officer did not answer immediately.

He retrieved the old-format logs sent back from the Great Wall defense line.

The data is intermittent.

There's a lot of garbled text.

Red error indicators filled the sidebar.

"The pollution index at the entrance section exceeds the upper limit."

"Identification system reversed."

"Self-check failed."

"The rejection function is parasitically utilized."

The more the staff officer read, the paler his face became.

"The situation is terrible."

"It's not that the door is broken."

"It's a case of the door treating doctors as pathogens, and the pathogens as legitimate users."

The commander's eye twitched.

"Speak like a human being."

The staff officer looked up.

"Good people can't get in."

"The virus can get in."

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

The young elder's body was still half-submerged in black blood.

He refused to stop the observation.

He had been proven wrong by Su Yuan too many times, but this time, he still stared at the screen, a twisted sense of pleasure in his eyes.

The remaining figures beside him remained silent.

No one dared to speak up easily.

The Great Wall defense line is not an arbitration tribunal.

It is not a higher-dimensional order.

It's older.

Harder.

They are even more unreasonable.

The young elder chuckled through gritted teeth.

"So what if he passed the medical exam?"

"So what if the physical foundation admits he's a doctor?"

"If the virus eats up the door to the ward, the doctor still won't be able to get in."

"That's ironic."

"He cleared his name, but died at the door."

No one responded.

But they are all waiting.

The Great Wall defense line will give Su Yuan an even tougher physics problem.

The Devourer continued its mad dash.

Sixty-five hours and twenty-one minutes.

Sixty-five hours.

Sixty-four hours and forty-seven minutes.

The gravity slide gradually narrows.

Large areas of abnormal blank space began to appear on the star map ahead.

There are celestial bodies.

Instead, after the probe wave was sent out, no normal data was returned.

Xiao Huo quickly swipes his finger across the panel.

"Master, we've arrived."

"Oort cloud edge coordinate matching".

"The entrance should be just ahead."

Wang Hu took two steps forward.

"Where's the door?"

No one answered.

Because there is no door in front.

There are no imposing steel walls.

There were no massive artillery arrays symbolizing humanity's last line of defense.

Lying across a space of 100,000 kilometers is a massive flesh gate, a mixture of steel frame and dark red proliferating tissue.

It's like a diseased organ that's been forcibly stuffed into the vacuum of space.

The outer steel beams and columns are twisted and intertwined.

The middle is filled with thick, dark red tissue.

Those tissues swelled and contracted, their surfaces covered with wet, glossy patterns.

The gray-white base has a cleaner-like pattern that crawls all over the outer wall of the meat gate, drilling in and out along the metal gaps, like countless runaway wires.

There are old-fashioned turrets on the edge of the meat shield.

The turret base was covered by proliferating tissue, leaving only the muzzle exposed.

Tens of thousands.

They were all aimed at the Devouring Wasteland.

No one spoke in the carriage.

Xiao Huo's throat was dry, and his fingertips hovered over the control panel.

Suddenly, incomplete text appeared on the terminal.

The text is green with white text interspersed with gibberish.

"Intestinal sphincter...severe parasitism..."

"The identification system has been reversed."

"A legitimate doctor's identification...is considered a target for rejection."

"Infected individuals identified... as targets for entry."

"warn……"

"warn……"

"Please do not approach directly."

Wang Hu's facial muscles twitched.

"Sphincter muscles?"

Xiao Huo's lips twitched slightly.

"Are Earth's engineers really that down-to-earth in their naming?"

Su Yuan looked at the meat gate.

The mechanical left eye rotated slightly.

Click.

"It's not a door."

"It is the physical interface of the defense line."

Xiao Huo's face turned even uglier.

"So now this interface has turned into a zombie."

next second.

The meat shield detected the Devourer.

The gray and white lines suddenly lit up.

All cannons opened simultaneously.

There was no flame.

There is no energy to build up momentum.

Only a large amount of grayish-white physical strong acid was released from the nozzle with a roar.

That's not an ordinary liquid.

It maintains a storm-like shape in the vacuum, carrying a base-level rejection reaction, tearing apart ice and dust along the way.

Several asteroids, each hundreds of kilometers in diameter, grazed the edge of the storm.

The surface vaporizes first.

Subsequently, the internal mineral structure was forcibly dismantled, turning into a cloud of gray dust.

Xiao Huo shouted out the numbers.

"Acid storm!"

"Purely physical corrosion combined with a base to repel foreign substances!"

"The vaporization threshold exceeds the small planetary level!"

"30,000 kilometers away!"

Wang Hu's robotic arm deploys the shield generator.

"I'll take this one!"

He had barely taken half a step when Su Yuan's left hand was already pressing down on his mechanical arm.

The movements were very steady.

not heavy.

But this rendered Wang Hu unable to move.

Wang Hu looked down at him.

Su Yuan's eyes remained fixed ahead.

"Don't push it."

"This isn't something you're supposed to endure."

Xiao Huo was so anxious that his face turned pale.

"Master, it's going to take a picture!"

"25,000 units away!"

"Twenty thousand!"

"It's mistaken!"

"You're a doctor, so it'll hit you!"

In the higher-dimensional dark web.

Upon seeing this, the young elder finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard his chest heaved, and black blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

"Did you see that!"

"What did I say again!"

"The gates of Earth only recognize viruses now!"

"You've cleared your name, yet you can't even get into a hospital room!"

He raised his hand and pointed at the Devourer in the picture, his expression twisted.

"Su Yuan!"

"You'll die from the rejection system in your own hometown!"

"This is karma!"

The shadowy figure beside him remained silent.

But the young elder no longer cared.

He stared at the grayish-white storm of strong acid, his eyes filled with a morbid excitement.

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer braced his hands on the table, his knuckles clenched.

"It's over."

"Identifying a reversal is not a normal error."

"Its access logic has been reversed by the source of pollution."

"The cleaner Su Yuan was, the harder it beat him."

The commander's face was grim.

"Can I lie?"

The staff officer was taken aback.

"Who are you kidding?"

The commander stared at the screen.

"A scam."

The staff officer opened his mouth, about to say it was impossible.

Su Yuan on the screen moved.

Inside the Devourer's Carriage.

A strong acid storm is approaching 15,000 kilometers away.

The outer detector had been burned through by the front-end rejection particles, and the alarm sound was manually muted by Xiao Huo, leaving only a screen full of red text flashing wildly.

Su Yuan did not upgrade his shield.

No shots were fired.

The intrinsic universe was not utilized.

He simply placed his left hand on the keyboard.

Consciousness sinks into the deepest part of the inner universe.

Inside the restricted area, the information amber floated silently.

The remains of his severed left eye are encased in amber.

And that scavenger protocol contamination code.

The gray-white patterns flickered faintly.

This is the lesion.

This is also evidence that the Great Wall defenses acknowledge him.

Su Yuan did not take out the amber.

He only extracted a very small frequency of contamination from the edge.

less.

Thinner.

Retaining only identifiable features is insufficient for propagation.

Like a sample scraped from the edge of necrotic tissue by a doctor.

The mechanical left eye begins to modulate AM pulses.

Xiao Huo was stunned when he saw the gray-white spectrum that appeared on the panel.

"Master, are you going to use this again?"

Wang Hu's face darkened.

"Didn't this thing almost dislocate the left side of your brain?"

Su Yuan typed out the first string of Morse code.

Click.

Click-clack.

"Infection feature simulation"

"Low dose".

"Outer layer mount".

Xiao Huo's eyelids twitched wildly.

"You want to display the lesions on the very face of the Devourer's Gate?"

Su Yuan calmly replied, "It's not a cheat."

"It's an access card."

Wang Hu opened his mouth.

After a long pause, he managed to utter a sentence.

"This actually works?"

Su Yuan pressed the send button.

AM pulses, carrying the frequency of the lesion slice, rush head-on into the strong acid storm.

There is no shield to intercept it.

There was no direct confrontation of firepower.

A low-frequency electromagnetic wave collided with the underlying identification interface of the 100,000-kilometer-long meat shield.

The strong acid storm has reached 1,300 kilometers ahead of the vehicle.

1,100 kilometers.

Nine hundred kilometers.

Xiao Huo stopped breathing.

Wang Hu pressed the shield generator of the robotic arm firmly into his palm, not daring to turn it on.

next moment.

The storm has stopped.

It is less than one kilometer away from the front of the Devourer.

The grayish-white strong acid is suspended in a vacuum.

The acid mist at the very front was almost touching the outer scales of the front of the vehicle, and white smoke was already billowing from several parts of the armor.

But it just wouldn't move forward.

On the surface of the meat gate, gray-white patterns flashed wildly.

A large amount of garbled text appeared on the terminal.

"Infectious characteristics detected."

"Surgeon's characteristics detected."

"Target of rejection".

"Access targets".

"Target must be killed."

"The target needs to be allowed to pass."

"Logical conflict."

"Logical conflict."

"Logical conflict."

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer suddenly stood up, his chair sliding far back.

Holy crap.

The commander looked at him.

The staff officer broke out in a cold sweat.

"He was using the removed lesion as an access card."

"He didn't crack the door."

"He's deceiving the underlying defense logic."

The commander's eye twitched.

"Did they really fall for this scam?"

The staff officer stared at the stagnant storm on the screen.

"I wasn't fooled."

"It's stuck because it wrote its own reversed recognition logic."

"It smelled the virus and wanted to let it pass."

"It saw the doctor's label and wanted to reject it."

"Both commands are at the same level."

"It's stuck."

The high-dimensional dark web.

The young elder's smile was frozen on his face.

He looked at the intense acid storm hanging in front of the car, and his lips trembled.

"impossible."

"How dare he use the 'cleaner's lesion' instead?"

"That's contamination of the base."

"Isn't he afraid of getting a second infection?"

The afterimage beside him murmured, "He's already cut it once."

The young elder turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with malice.

"Shut up!"

The afterimage fell silent.

But the young elder's expression had changed.

Because Su Yuan in the scene did not take the opportunity to rush in.

He's going to do something even more ruthless.

The outer shell of the Devourer opened.

Thousands upon thousands of extremely thin, dark gold vines sprang out.

This time, they did not grow fangs.

There was no tearing.

It did not devour.

Each one is ridiculously thin, with a purely physical contact head and AM interface at the end.

They pierced through the hovering edge of the strong acid, precisely avoiding the repulsive flow nodes, and stabbed into the old hardware slots beneath the steel armor of the meat shield.

The sight of Xiao Huo gave me goosebumps.

"Master, these slots are still alive."

"Very old."

"The mechanical control port of the Pangu era".

Su Yuan's left eye mechanical ball rotated, and the frequency of the resonant groove increased.

Click click click.

He stared at the wildly flashing gray-white patterns on the surface of the meat shield, his left finger bones resting on the keyboard.

Click.

Click-clack.

The Morse code was entered into the physical input port.

Local anesthesia.

"Lesion blocking valve, close."

"Begin debridement."

There are no higher-dimensional commands.

There is no fancy interface.

Only old-fashioned telegraph codes are available.

The command traveled along the vines to the bottom of the meat barrier.

The meat gate paused at first.

Then the entire colossal 100,000-kilometer-long structure convulsed violently.

Dark red proliferating tissue contracted in patches.

The gray-white patterns suddenly rolled back inward.

The nozzles are all stuck.

The strong acid storm dissipated in front of the car, and after losing its continuous power supply, it was thrown to both sides by vacuum and inertia.

Wang Hu stared outside and muttered under his breath, "Awesome."

Xiao Huo was too busy to reply.

On his panel, the internal structure diagram of the meat gate was unfolding layer by layer.

"The bottom valve has responded!"

"Power supply line disconnected!"

"The contaminated tissue is losing nutrients!"

"It...it's cutting itself!"

A dull cracking sound came from inside the meat gate.

Layers of dark red infected flesh, tens of thousands of kilometers thick, began to wither.

They peeled off the steel frame on their own, their edges curling up and large pieces falling off.

Those fleshy layers were also inlaid with grayish-white scavenger patterns, which went out like a power outage when the power supply was cut off.

The detached infected chunks of flesh drifted into the depths of space.

They were quickly intercepted by the physical incineration array outside the Great Wall defense line.

high temperature.

compression.

Mechanical crushing.

There were no fluctuations in the laws of nature throughout the entire process.

It's like cleaning up a pile of rotten stuff.

A clean passage was forcibly carved out in the middle of the 100,000-kilometer-long meat barrier.

The original silver-gray steel skeleton was exposed on the inner wall of the passage.

In some areas, corrosion is severe.

In some places, there are still dark red remnants.

However, the central axis is now unobstructed.

The green-background, white-text terminal begins to refresh.

"Local anesthesia was successful."

"The lesion blocking valve is closed."

"The energy supply to the infected tissue has been cut off."

"Wound cleaning is underway."

"Wound cleaning is underway."

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer's lips went dry from reading.

He stared at the massive layer of flesh that had detached itself, and it took him a long time to finally manage to utter a sentence.

"It really castrated itself."

The commander did not speak.

He looked at the old hardware slots on the screen.

Watching the vines send in Morse code after Morse code.

Seeing the source of pollution that left Gaowei helpless, it was forced by a few lines of ancient telegraph code to shut down its nutrient channels and peel off its diseased tissue.

His fingers slowly loosened their grip on the edge of the table.

"Is this the surgeon's authority?"

The staff officer shook his head.

"Not just permissions."

"He understands the lesion and how to make the incision."

In the higher-dimensional dark web.

The young elder's smile vanished completely.

He lay in the black blood, his eyes wide open.

In the video, the meat shield is cleaning itself.

Those gray-white polluting organizations were not destroyed by Su Yuan.

It was not erased by higher dimensions.

They are cut off from their own underlying control system and then detach on their own.

The young elder forced out a dry breath.

"A few lines of old telegraphic code..."

"Are we just going to let the entrance to the Great Wall cut us apart?"

The afterimage beside him said in a low voice, "Higher-dimensional laws cannot penetrate old hardware."

"No matter how severe the pollution, we still need to consume energy."

The young elder suddenly raised his hand to refute.

He raised his hand halfway, then let it fall back down.

He saw the next line of text appear on the terminal.

"Progress of lesion resection: 1%"

"The passage is clear."

The Devourer slowly entered the exposed steel tunnel.

On both sides of the vehicle, the infected chunks of flesh that had just detached were still twitching.

Some grayish-white streaks seem to be trying to climb back onto the inner wall of the steel.

But the vines have already taken over the old slots along the way.

Whenever any residual texture comes close, the mechanical cleaning arm pops out, sprays industrial solvent, grinds with a grinding wheel, cools with liquid nitrogen, and then uses clamps to throw it into a closed waste bin.

The whole process was rough.

stable.

It has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever.

But it is very effective.

Inside the command center of the slaughterhouse.

The green-background terminal displays the information synchronously.

"Progress of lesion resection: 1%"

"The passage is clear."

next moment.

A crisp notification sound came from inside the old terminal.

Ding.

It's not an alarm.

It is not an order.

Just like the click of the Enter key on an old-fashioned typewriter.

Slaughterhouse number.

The Bone Crusher.

The Nighthound.

Thousands of frigates.

Border buoys.

Old shipping lane lighthouse.

Mining base station.

A dilapidated communications tower in an abandoned cemetery.

All the old hardware illuminated by the AM relay chain emitted the same crisp notification at the same time.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The edge of the wasteland universe resounded with noise.

The fire control officer leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the screen.

His lips moved.

"Are they happy?"

With blood still on his face, the communications officer muttered, "Old equipment can be happy?"

The commander stared at the line "one percent," his chest heaving more slowly.

"Not happy."

"The surgical record has been approved."

The adjutant looked down at the shell casings and bloodstains scattered on the ground, then at the exposed passage on the screen.

He suddenly felt that all the battles he had fought before were incredibly naive.

So tacky.

While everyone was still exchanging fire with cannons.

Su Yuan has been using the lesion as an access card, using telegraphic codes to command a cosmic-level defense line to cut off his own rotten flesh.

This is not a channel.

Inside the wasteland bunker.

The staff officer sat back down in his chair, his forehead covered in sweat.

"The first cut is complete."

The commander looked at the screen.

One percent.

The staff officer nodded.

"Only the entrance was cleared."

"We don't know how many are inside."

The commander did not speak again.

He stared at the departing figure of the Devourer entering the passage, his fingers unconsciously tapping twice on the table.

The rhythm is very similar to Morse code.

But he didn't realize it himself.

Inside the Devourer.

Little Fire, seeing the "one percent" notification, finally dared to breathe.

"Master, the passage is stable."

"The residual contamination has been isolated."

"The Great Wall entrance section has been reconnected."

Wang Hu grinned as he looked out the car window at the infected chunks of flesh being cleaned up.

"Honestly, I'm starting to feel a bit sorry for those old guys from High Dimensions."

Xiao Huo turned to look at him.

Wang Hu shrugged.

"They thought it was a fight."

"As a result, the owner went straight into the operating room."

Xiao Huo nodded in deep agreement.

"And there was no anesthesia."

Su Yuan did not participate in their complaints.

He looked at the end of the passage ahead.

The buzzing frequency in the mechanical left eye did not decrease.

It's actually faster.

Click click click.

The star map at the end of the passage began to distort.

The area where the deep structure of the Oort cloud should have appeared was covered by a pale white expanse.

The Devourer passed through the last steel gate.

The deep sky outside the window disappeared.

Instead, there is a corridor of an old-fashioned hospital on Blue Star.

One section after another of stark white fluorescent tubes hung overhead.

The floor is made of yellowish ceramic tiles.

The paint on the wall is bubbling, and there are black mold spots in the corners.

The department signs are faded and pasted on the left wall.

"Clinical observation."

"Neural interface".

"Clone maintenance".

"Isolate discarded batches."

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air.

It's very light.

But it's true.

Wang Hu was stunned on the spot.

"No, we were just in space."

"What the hell is this place?"

Quickly check the panel with low heat.

His complexion gradually worsened.

"The external star map has been replaced."

"No, it's not a projection."

"This is a physical simulation environment inside the Great Wall defense line."

"Old hospital scene."

"All coordinates were folded into the corridor."

Wang Hu looked at Su Yuan.

"Do you know him?"

Su Yuan looked at the corridor but did not answer immediately.

The stark white light bulbs flickered on and off.

From the darkness in the distance, the sound of fingernails scratching at sheet metal could be heard.

very slow.

a bit.

Another one.

Next, there was the friction of the IV stand dragging across the tiles.

sharp.

To prolong.

near.

A rough mosaic border suddenly popped up on the main screen in the carriage.

The old version of the Blue Star pop-up window.

The font is blurry.

The background is still the old-fashioned gray and white window.

"The surgeon has entered the room."

"The first ward has been opened."

"Patient awaiting surgery: Su Yuan, early batch of discarded clones."

Little Fire stared at the words, its tail tip freezing in place.

"Early batches of discarded clones?"

Wang Hu's robotic arm slowly rose.

"Old Su, why is this patient also named Su Yuan?"

Su Yuan's right tricolor vertical pupil contracted slightly.

The mechanical left eye turned toward the end of the corridor.

Click.

Deep in the corridor.

The door to the first ward slowly opened.

The door hinges were rusty, so it opened very slowly.

A hand reached out from the crack in the door.

That hand is very thin.

His skin was grayish-white.

The nail was cracked, and the crack was full of dark red residue.

Then there was a face.

Su Yuan, sixteen years old.

The outline is clean.

His features were familiar.

But half of his face was covered with grayish-white fleshy growths.

The tumor bulged around the left eye, like the uncontrolled patterns on a base, deforming the eye socket.

That face was pressed against the crack in the door, staring at the Devourer.

His lips slowly parted into a smile.

There was no smile on his face.

It's just a pathological strain.

The terminal screen refreshed again.

The AI's text was jittery and contained large amounts of gibberish.

"Attention, attending surgeon."

"The patient refused anesthesia."

"And it carries your..."

"Initial memories".

Su Yuan stood in front of the control panel, his left hand slowly leaving the keyboard.

The buzzing in the silver-black mechanical left eye suddenly intensified.

Click click click click click.

Behind the ward door, the face of a sixteen-year-old was pressed against the crack in the door, the grayish-white tumor throbbing gently.

It raised its finger and slowly scratched a long mark off the metal door.