I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1179 - 695 Infiltrating the Chain Formation_2

Chapter 1179: Chapter 695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_2

Chapter 1179 -695: Infiltrating the Chain Formation_2

A gigantic transport ship, about two hundred kilometers long, slowly turns around, extending two gigantic wings with a width of thousands of kilometers. Gently flapping the wings, it drifts towards a satellite orbiting the Metal Planet nearby.

The satellite has a diameter of nearly a thousand kilometers, so visually, it does not appear as large as the transport ship.

As the distance between the two continuously narrows, the gigantic transport ship swiftly folds its wings, while a circular vortex-like hole opens at one side of the satellite.

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With a booming rumble, dust scatters in the vacuum environment, and the giant ship plunges into the satellite’s surface, half-buried inside, completing the docking with it.

The tail of the giant ship slowly unfolds like a flower petal, dumping a mountainous pile of metal particles in all directions.

A transverse fan in the middle of the giant ship starts rotating.

A vast amount of metal particles, like floating dust, rises and drifts.

With lower gravity, the metal particles scatter in mid-air, flying far away and forming extremely smooth parabolic trajectories.

The force of the transverse fan is controlled just right.

About several hours later, most of the metal particles are evenly distributed across the surface of the satellite.

The transverse fan stops rotating.

At the same time, the beetles that previously collected resources in outer space fly out from the Main Ship again, changing their shape, quickly combining, and turning into truck-like vehicles with vacuum cleaner attachments at the rear. They start collecting the metal particles dispersed evenly on the satellite’s surface and transport them to one tower-shaped melting furnace after another.

Inside the towers, these metal dust particles will be refined into whole chunks of specific metals according to the needs, meeting the daily production and life requirements of the Glenoid Tribe living in the Metal Planet below.

“Captain, when do we start?”

A faint quantum consciousness speaks silently within a seemingly insignificant metal particle, only 1 millimeter in diameter.

“Don’t worry, let’s wait for Sophie Lee and Ponkt to finish analyzing the beetle’s technology first. Our first target for imitation will be these beetles.”

“Alright. Sophie Lee, keep up the good work!”

“Edgar, don’t bother me. I’m busy. Shut up!”

“Alright.”

This tiny metal particle, resembling a grain of sand, currently houses the Flying Tiger Team’s cockpit, who are participating in the Empire’s military competition finals hosted in the Third Front. In some sense, the team members had already become active-duty soldiers.

Thirty nanometer ultra-micro robots controlled remotely by Whole Brain Connection surround the sand-like particle.

The technology of these ultra-micro robots comes from the Hard Sun III Galaxy and is being applied to the entire military competition for the first time.

Although the robots are extremely small, they represent the pinnacle of human technology, combining various functions such as remote control and high-energy simulations into one.

This is the first time humans have fitted an all-purpose high-performance chip into a nanometer-level device.

Despite their small size, these ultra-micro robots have the potential to perform just as well as large combat machines in integrated special warfare functions. They just need time to gather external resources, perform biomimetic infiltration, and expand their capabilities bit by bit to unleash their true power. This makes them the perfect choice for remote intervention in the Third Front.

Nearly five million ultra-micro robots controlled by 160,000 advanced group competition teams have mostly been disguised as usable space debris and brought onboard the satellites by the beetles.

The mission of the advanced group members participating in the 3007 military competition is to use these new pieces of equipment to infiltrate the highly important Metal Planet that serves as the core hub in the Iron Wall Chain Array and take complete control of it.

The previous raid operation was, in fact, a ruse designed to provoke a reaction – pretending to stage an impossible surprise attack, the real aim was to deliver millions of human-controlled, high-tech special operative devices onto the Metal Planet.

The Flying Tiger Team was lucky, not being accidentally hurt during the previous raid.

However, some unlucky teams hadn’t even entered the novice village before being eliminated prematurely.

But this outcome was not purely determined by luck; every team had ample preparation time during the fleet’s journey to pick a hiding spot on the Intelligent Warship.

Some teams chose the inner walls of the warship’s central intelligence chamber, thinking it would be the safest place. But it turned out to be the primary target for the opposing forces, and they were wiped out when the enemy units that broke in threw high-explosive shock grenades.

Others chose the ejection port of the Medium Engine, thinking they could blend into the particles ejected from the engine during combat and be blown away into hiding. But the warship was suddenly attacked by a large enemy ship’s cannon from behind, leaving them out of the competition.

Nico Ross, risking danger in his military tactics, had adjusted the metal particles under Flying Tiger Team’s control to the very front of the Intelligent Warship’s scaling cannon.

As the two cooperating enemy units pulled the Grand Unified Force Cutting Line together, the entire scaling cannon was neatly severed. The Flying Tiger Team, which was attached to the edge of the cannon’s muzzle, became an insignificant piece of useless debris along with the broken cannon, and successfully survived until now.

There were also other unlucky ones who chose to hide inside the shells of hyper-core neutron kinetic rounds. Although they successfully disembarked the ship, the Glenoid Tribe seemed unable to utilize the material of the hyper-core neutron shells. The beetles never collected them. By now, those unlucky teams’ members stare at each other, helpless. The metal particles they belonged to were still floating in space, alone, uncertain where they would end up but definitely out of the competition.

Time passes slowly. It isn’t until three days later, when the Flying Tiger Team’s metal particle cockpit is about to be sent into a tower-shaped melting furnace, that Sophie Lee finally completes her comprehensive analysis of the mechanical beetles.