I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1153 - 682 Mechanical Forest_2

Chapter 1153: Chapter 682: Mechanical Forest_2

Chapter 1153 -682: Mechanical Forest_2

“Yes,” another voice responded from the back. “However, it’s unbelievable to have such a reference-level simulation system like this. The holographic spaces we’ve encountered before have never been this realistic. Look at the blue sun in the distance and the sunspot patterns erupting on its surface; they’re exactly the same as the ones I’ve seen through the super-optical telescope. Is this a special treatment for our combat training?”

It was the voice of another first-sequence elite warrior, Sophie Lee.

Compared to other children, Sophie Lee usually didn’t talk much.

In class, this girl always seemed cold and unapproachable, and not very sociable. It was unexpected that she started talking more once she entered the Mechanical Forest.

No one paid attention to her. Nico Ross just chuckled and replied, “Of course, this is the highest level of simulation mission.”

Sophie Lee asked again, “I have a question. Since those elites have already failed in the real battlefield, isn’t it unlikely that we can complete our mission smoothly?”

“That’s not a problem. That’s just the highest mission goal. Even if we could only find the Ancestor Core, it would still count as completing the first phase. Then, if we can get within 2,000 kilometers of the Ancestor Core and thoroughly investigate the nearby defense forces before reporting back, we’ll have completed the second phase,” Nico explained.

“I see.”

As the group was talking, Nico Ross suddenly raised his hand, “Type 1 stealth!”

As his voice fell,

the other twenty-nine spherical forms behind him quickly changed shape.

With a series of clicking noises, including Nico Ross, the thirty spheres transformed into a three-meter-tall spike.

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Nico Ross himself was the tiny sphere at the tip of the spike, pulsating with a pale blue light at a frequency similar to the human heartbeat.

About five minutes later, a line of five anti-gravity hovercrafts passed by in single file, like Quidditch balls.

After a short while, Nico Ross announced the lifting of the alert. The disguised spike returned to thirty spherical forms and rolled forward again, heading towards the location where the patrolling flying spheres had disappeared.

Nico Ross ordered, “Speed up to 300 kilometers per hour.”

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Outside, Daniel Thompson, who was observing, nodded, “Correct decision.”

The Mechanical Forest was filled with numerous patrolling flying sphere teams.

In larger teams, there were hundreds to thousands of them, while the smallest teams consisted of five.

These flying spheres had extremely sensitive micro-scanning abilities, capable of detecting any abnormal physical structures on the planet’s surface, but the area they covered was only 25 kilometers.

The metal spheres disguised as humans were equipped with scanners identical to the enemy’s, but with better performance and a coverage area of 30 kilometers – just a bit further than the enemy’s.

Nico Ross managed to take advantage of this distance, following closely behind, to avoid the detection of other sweeping teams as much as possible.

Daniel Thompson rubbed his chin and said with satisfaction, “So far, so good. As long as they can handle the first wave of investigation, start moving, and get some points, they won’t fail utterly. But they must not be careless now.”

Daniel Thompson looked at the introduction to the Mechanical Forest again, which mentioned,

When the spherical top of the spike is growing, it will not move. But at the moment it matures, it will fly off from the top of the spike to make room for a new sphere to grow.

Once these newly matured spheres are detached from the spike, they will immediately start moving. If they detect thirty unfamiliar spheres nearby, they will quickly relay the information, and then the entire Mechanical Forest will be set in motion.

Daniel Thompson calculated that the intelligence report mentioned that each sphere would emit a unique, but very subtle electromagnetic wave when it was about to mature. It would be easily overlooked. He wondered if Nico Ross, a battlefield newbie, would notice…

“Mata Nicholson, come to me. Everyone else, provide microwave power transmission to me, and I’ll adjust the power to transfer it to Mata. Mata, turn the power of your detector to the maximum. Pay attention to analyzing the paperclip band and notify me immediately if you find anything.”

Before he finished his sentence, Nico Ross had already made the necessary arrangements.

Lion couldn’t help but give a silent thumbs-up.

This kid is quite experienced!Five hours passed in the blink of an eye. The thirty disguised circular balls traversed through the Mechanical Forest, climbing hills and valleys, covering nearly 1200 kilometers and detecting an area of over 70,000 square kilometers before stopping again to disguise themselves once more.

Not far from the area where the 30 people were hiding, a large cone about 8 kilometers tall began to slightly sway. At the top, a huge ball with a diameter of tens of meters released dazzling blue light in quick succession.

“According to the intelligence, the big ball above our heads will be fully awake in a few minutes. Let’s put that aside for now. John, this is the distribution map we have collected. And this is a simulation of the expansion of the roots of an Earth banyan tree that I just found in the database. Combine these two and see if you can calculate the growth pattern of the cones based on the roots’ pattern. I just noticed that all the cones have reflective surfaces pointing in the same direction, like leaves on Earth that always face the sun, so there may be some connection.”

John Rowland was an artificial embryo girl of French descent.

It was said that her paternal gene sample from three generations ago came from a descendant of the Fourier family.

Of course, having illustrious ancestors does not necessarily mean standing out in the new era, so no one remarkable emerged among several generations of John Rowland’s forebears.

Joining the Flying Tiger Team actually showed that she was pretty mediocre. However, she did have some talent in the field of mathematics, at least good enough to be at the top of her team, securely beating Edgar, and looking down on Nico Ross without any issue.

“Alright, captain.” John readily agreed.

Nico Ross completed the new energy allocation at the same time, once again tilting the energy distribution of himself and the other twenty-eight people to John, to speed up the calculation speed of the scientific tool in her hands.

Ten minutes later, a contour map composed of mathematical models and 3D scanning appeared in front of Nico Ross and others.

This contour line looked like an overturned dustpan, high in the middle and low on both sides, stretching far away.

Strangely, the energy level and the size of the cones were not absolutely positively correlated.

Some cones seemed small, and the balls growing on the top appeared to be not big either, but their energy levels were higher.

Obviously, when cloning the Ancestor’s core, the Compound-Eyed Observer still directed the guidance to meet the needs of different ships and combat units.

Bigger doesn’t always mean better, a fact that everyone knew.

After the finally matured big ball rolled away, the Flying Tiger Team advanced again, but changed their direction, heading towards the front end of the dustpan-shaped highland that extended in the energy contour line.

At this time, Daniel Thompson had already been pulled into a mysterious private chat room.

“I have to admit, Nico Ross is very mature. He hasn’t learned this knowledge before, but he can always make decisions quickly based on logic and current needs.”

This was Dylan Mitchell’s voice.

“I think he’s very good at extracting the information he needs from a small amount of intelligence, and he always uses the most logical strategies.”

This was Nora Camp’s voice.

“But following his current path, he will eventually fail. I wonder if he can react in time and learn to accept the good results.”

This was the voice of Andrei Velchek, who had already been promoted to the highest commander of the Cloudtop War Zone.

“Andrei, what are you doing here watching? Go busy yourself with your own affairs!”

Dylan Mitchell grumbled.

Seeing one fewer person in the chat room in an instant, Daniel Thompson didn’t dare to intervene.

“Coach Daniel Thompson, what do you think?”

Dylan Mitchell seemed to care a lot about Daniel Thompson’s opinion.

Swallowing, Daniel Thompson said, “From a basic knowledge standpoint, Nico Ross did well. He’s shown wisdom beyond his knowledge level, which is extraordinary performance. But from a true tactical command perspective, this is just basic work. After all, many other 11-year-olds have already gone to the frontline, like… uh… cough cough. Anyway, it’s just routine work, not worth making a big deal.”

Dylan Mitchell: “It’s okay, let’s keep watching.”

“I have something to do and need to leave first. There’s no need to always compare Nico Ross and me. We are different people.”

One more person left the chat room. It was Nora Camp.