Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 75 Wasteland

"So, on the first trip, we have to hold out for at least seven days before we can get any possible reinforcements or an evacuation route?"

"That's right."

Murphy pulled a small data storage device from his pocket and handed it to Wilson, then pointed to the supply crates next to them.

"These boxes contain all the contingency plans, survival guides, basic diplomacy and intelligence gathering principles for interdimensional exploration compiled by Skynet. And these boxes contain the supplies prepared for you. Once you get there, you'll have to make your own judgments."

Wilson glanced at the data storage device in his hand and the box prepared beside him, and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, sir, I won't let you down."

"Okay." Murphy took a deep breath and said no more.

He took a few steps back, returned to the machine, and pressed his finger on a touchpad on the side of the machine that suddenly lit up.

"Startup command confirmed. Primary spatial fracture generator activated."

"Objective: Recent stable secondary plane anchor point."

The next second, the dark blue crystal at the top of the machine suddenly lit up, and countless fine blue arcs of electricity shot out from the crystal, flowed along the silver frame, and intertwined and converged in the air in front of the machine.

The air began to distort, and then a thin, black crack appeared out of thin air, eventually forming a 5-meter-high and 10-meter-wide...

The light gate of rice.

"Now!" Murphy roared.

Before he finished speaking, Wilson put his helmet on without hesitation, then turned around, grabbed his supply box, and waved vigorously at the nine team members behind him.

"Wild Wolf Squad! Shift to tactical formation! Follow me!"

The next second, he rushed towards the portal where the light and shadow were distorted.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Hongtu, Kirk, and the other team members, without the slightest hesitation, picked up the supply boxes and followed closely behind.

One, two—ten figures encased in exoskeletons, like arrows hurtling towards the unknown, were thrown one after another into the rift in space.

The last team member disappeared inside the door, and the blue crystal light on the top of the machine suddenly went out.

The portal then suddenly shrank inward and vanished without a trace.

In the room, only the dim outline of the silver machine and the lingering smell of ozone remained.

Murphy stood there, looking at the machine, then at the spot where his teammates had disappeared, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Skynet".

"Yes, Master." A calm electronic voice came from the speaker on the wall.

"Mobilize all resources and prepare to execute the Phase 1 recovery agreement in seven days. If any unforeseen circumstances occur, activate Plan B."

"Recording complete, Master."

Listening to Skynet's calm broadcast, Murphy didn't say anything more. He simply bent down to pick up the machine that had returned to its silver sphere state, put it in his pocket, and then walked out of the room.

The lead door slowly closed, completely isolating everything inside from the outside world.

On the other side of the time portal.

Wilson felt as if he had been suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand and then violently thrown away.

First, he was met with a blinding white light, followed by a dizzying feeling of weightlessness. When he came to his senses, his feet were already on solid ground.

The soles of my feet felt soft and yielding, like stepping on a thick layer of dust.

The blinding white light faded, and Wilson shook his head violently before activating the exoskeleton's life support system self-check and external environment scan.

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"Buzz!!"

A faint electrical hum came from inside the helmet, and on the faceplate display, green data representing various bodily indicators cascaded down like a waterfall.

At the same time, external sensors begin collecting data.

A moment later, the simple AI program built into the exoskeleton began broadcasting the collected data.

Temperature: 47 degrees Celsius. Humidity: Extremely low.

Atmospheric composition: nitrogen 78%, oxygen about 21% — background radiation dose 0.04 millisieverts/hour.

0.04 millisieverts per hour?

The previous data were normal, but the final background radiation dose caused Wilson's pupils to contract instantly.

The environment in the world of The Wandering Earth is considered harsh. After all, due to the construction of the planetary engines and the gradual cessation of planetary rotation, the atmosphere has been damaged to a certain extent, resulting in an extremely bad environment.

Even so, the radiation level is only 8 millisieverts per year.

At a rate of 0.04 millisieverts per hour, exposure for more than three months without protection can trigger various chronic radiation sicknesses.

Fortunately, in order to cope with the various situations that may arise after the transmigration, the A1-1 exoskeleton they wore had been modified. In addition to adopting a fully enclosed design, it also had air circulation, radiation protection lining, and basic life support devices.

But Wilson immediately roared, "Spread out! Ring defense! Cheng Hongtu, launch the drones! Highest reconnaissance mode!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the nine team members, as if they had practiced a thousand times, instantly spread out from Wilson as the center, quickly taking up several nearby weathered boulders as cover.

Cheng Hongtu crouched behind a tilted metal plate, pressed his left hand on the buckle of his tactical vest, and a flat black metal box popped open.

Pull out the folded crow reconnaissance drone and toss it upwards.

The drone automatically unfolds its four rotors in the air, emitting a high-frequency hum, and climbs instantly.

To ensure the success of this operation, all the equipment they had was personally optimized by Old John.

Even reconnaissance drones can have a reconnaissance range of up to 50 kilometers.

It can also guarantee ultra-long-distance image transmission without satellites or fiber optics.

Wilson only had enough time to observe his surroundings after the drone was launched.

The blazing sun hung high overhead, and the sky took on a sickly grayish-yellow hue.

As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless desolation.

The earth was a cracked, grayish-brown color, dotted with a few charred and twisted plant remains.

In the distance, there are hills and boulders eroded into strange shapes by the wind.

Further away, the outlines of some buildings can be vaguely seen, but they are all in disarray.

Wilson bent down and grabbed a handful of sand.

Even through the fully enclosed exoskeleton, he could almost smell the blood mixed in with the sand and the fine metal fragments within it.

This is not naturally weathered sand, but rather formed from shattered rocks mixed with shell fragments due to continuous warfare.

"Boss, this place—" Kirk's voice was a little dry on the channel, "is way more exciting than anything in apocalyptic movies."

"Shut up and stay alert."

Wilson interrupted him, his gaze fixed on the live drone footage that Cheng Hongtu was sharing on the masks of everyone in the team.

From the drone's overhead view, the entire wasteland is even clearer.

The land is crisscrossed with gullies, and in many places one can see dark red soil that looks like it is rich in iron oxide.

As the drone flew further away, more specific details began to appear in the footage.

The carcass of a large canine, reduced to a skeleton and a few bits of flesh, lay dead on a gravel beach, a few meters away from the remains of an even smaller animal.

However, this wreckage was even more gruesome, as if the body had been torn apart by a tremendous force.

"Creative remains have been found. The time of death cannot be determined precisely, but based on the degree of weathering, it is no more than a week old," Cheng Hongtu reported, while zooming in on a portion of the image.

Next, the drone flew over a relatively flat sandy area, leaving a series of slightly blurred marks on the sand.

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