Chapter 796: Mortal's Best Solution

Chapter 796: Mortal's Best Solution
The overall situation in the Fox Moon Star Region is quite good.

After 90% of the worlds regained contact with the star domain governments, the government agencies that were put into operation quickly conducted statistics and assessments and found that the vast majority of the worlds had sufficient capabilities to quell the problems on their own planets.

It is impossible that the operation of society and people's lives will not be affected at all. But at least, there are no major problems overall. Even if there are problems, they are being gradually resolved.

On many planets, internal commercial trade, industrial and agricultural production are recovering rapidly. This is reflected in the government's work report, which shows that these indices have experienced a downward setback when the disaster occurred, but soon rose rapidly again.

However, there are six worlds with bigger problems. They may eventually be able to solve the problems on their own, but it may take a long time and the cost may be very painful.

After weighing the pros and cons, Jason Morgan decided to try his best to gather some resources from the star domain government to help them overcome the difficulties.

Under normal circumstances, it is not a big problem. It is just a crisis on a few planets. For a strong star domain government, it can be solved as long as it is determined to do so.

But isn't there something wrong with the Star Tunnel now? Forced through, the fate of the ship that entered the Star Port earlier is still fresh in the memory of those who have seen it.

No one wants to end up like that.

But Jason Morgan made the decision. We can't just sit there and wait. We have to try.

Of course, don't test it recklessly.

People are precious, ships are precious.

We have to think of some less costly solutions.

Jason Morgan stared silently at the astral tunnel model floating in the center of the tactical round table. The originally stable blue light bands were now emitting sickly pink and purple ripples.

"It should have already started..."

He thought so, and soon, news came:

"By the God of All Machines and the Law of Iron, the first group of test subjects is ready. Requesting approval for action."

"approve."

Far away at the star boundary jump point in the Snow Fox Galaxy, a fleet of more than a dozen starships is ready to go.

Of course, these starships are not warships. The Alliance's complete warships are all in the Alliance Navy. The starport of Snow Fox Star is indeed one of the naval bases of the Alliance Navy, but when the catastrophe occurred, the navy was not here.

At present, there are only ordinary merchant ships on Snow Fox Star, which have at most undergone some armed modifications.

But it's not necessary, we're not going to war.

In fact, the core of this mission is a "giant belly" battleship that has no combat capability at all.

The roar of metal friction came from the dome inside the "Giant Belly", and twelve probes took off, left the hull, and reached the outside world.

Their shells are engraved with triple exorcism runes, and their navigation cores are immersed in liquid silver soaked in holy oil.

These probes moved in space to the sides of two spacecraft that would serve as the main force for exploration, and then were fixed there.

These two exploration ships are both Traveler-class vessels, the lowest level of ships capable of traveling through the astral tunnel.

When the first probe following the traveler pierced into the astral tunnel, the holographic image suddenly twisted into a screaming human face.

"Mass projector overload!" Sparks flew from the Tech-Priest's mechanical eyes, "Detector No. 3 is sending back abnormal light..."

Before he finished speaking, a sticky black liquid suddenly gushed out from the surveillance screen.

The guard who was always alert nearby immediately raised the flamethrower, but the liquid solidified into the characters of "Ode to the Father" the moment it came into contact with the air.

Flames burst out immediately, burning the entire screen and the infected data stream into charcoal.

After Jason Morgan in the starport heard the first-hand intelligence from the front line, the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

“Is this to be expected?” he asked.

"Yes."

As the technical priest sent back this message, Morgan also heard the sound of a lullaby. "...Is this normal?"

"That's also in our plan. Wait a moment, the priest is dealing with a technician who is using his eyeballs to write mathematical formulas on a console... OK."

Jason Morgan still finds it weird.

But that's the way and the way to do testing.

A standard Terran day later, Morgan was back on the front lines.

"What's the situation?" he asked impatiently.

"The navigation data is contaminated by cognition." The Mechanical Priest said, "We failed this time, so we can prepare for the next time."

Morgan rubbed his eyes.

He had anticipated that things would not be that simple, but wasn't he still hopeful?
The loss of the two ships' crews is one thing, but it only adds up to a few million tax coins, which is not too much to lose. However, the voluntary and responsible testers are precious talents.

However, when he made up his mind, someone nearby spoke up.

That was his psychic advisor.

"No, wait a minute... look at the secondary signal on Channel 7 - although the primary sensor failed, the holy oil silver left traces in the subspace."

After processing on the operation interface, a faint silver line was winding in the pink and purple torrent on the holographic star map in front of Jason Morgan.

"It looks like there is hope." Jason Morgan said with a sigh of relief, "Just be patient and wait... At normal speed, they should be able to pass through the astral tunnel and reach the other side in four or five days at most. Let's see if there will be any news by then."

For several days, they stared at this faint silver line, appearing and disappearing in the torrent.

Four days later, the signal was captured again. The last of the twelve probes faithfully transmitted the information back.

From its perspective, it could see the hulls of the two travelers, covered with pulsating blood vessels.

When trying to contact the two travelers, the people inside claimed that they had indeed encountered a lot of strange things during the legend, but with the help of the ship's choir, the problem was always under control. During the voyage, they constantly cleaned up the products of evil, corruption, and mutation inside the ship, and now they have finally successfully completed the task.

This news is exciting.

At this time, it is not easy to be careless.

The mutant who had previously turned into a transparent colloid had no problem with self-awareness.

They opened the hatch of the spacecraft and put the probe in to check it out.

There is really no problem, everything is just as they said.

The Protestant priest representative excitedly said to Jason Morgan: "The choir is useful! This is a method that can be reused!"

The technical priest at the front said: "It should be that our modified astral protection field has taken effect."

The psychic consultant said: "The formation on the protective field device is the key."

They're all trying to gain credit, but Jason Morgan doesn't care about that.

"You all have contributed!" he continued, "but this is not the end. The risk of shuttling is still very high, and the smallest ships have successfully shuttled, and larger ships have not yet passed the test. All methods must be further optimized, and everyone needs to work together!"

"Yes!"

While everyone was busy, Jason Morgan looked at the detector images sent back from the front line.

The mutated tissue on the ship's hull was glaring, and it made it clear to him that this level of safety was only a temporary compromise - like using a bandage to bandage a festering wound.

But under the shadow of the doomsday pendulum, this is the best solution that mortals can achieve.

(End of this chapter)