Chapter 381 Emergency Repair (Part 2)
Replacing the connection between the spire foundation and the electricity on the hull is a difficult task in itself. For this purpose, Dietrian's eyepieces looked in all directions through the slave worker's fly-like vision. , acting as a supervisor at the edge of the pit, and at the same time observing the ship more than ten meters below him through the eyes of the other two slave workers in the cabin.
They were crowded in the low and narrow tunnel, their corpse-like bodies sweating like rain as they operated the micro-tools on their fingertips to glue and reconnect the injured areas.
Dietrian is a human being who enjoys his work. Challenges will stimulate him, causing some emotion similar to pleasure to respond to the nerve endings in his brain, making him more efficient.
Creatures with more fleshy flesh usually call this phenomenon - inspiration.
Yet this hurried operation far exceeded the preferred operating parameters, and he had never done more than this in the war.
Soon, the void shield trembled and failed again, which lasted for 2 minutes and 11 seconds.
During this period, Dietrian spread his attention among the six slave workers, and also looked out at the enemy ships near the injured Cursed Echo - those hanging The alien battleship with strange sails began to follow closely the stumbling and crawling cursed echo.
Although his magnifying eyepiece would divert more valuable attention, Dietrian had to know if the enemy ship would risk deploying more warriors as the Echo's shields fell.
But if you think about it carefully, there are so many aliens still in the ship, this should not happen.
But firing two additional jump tools will eventually bring the ship into the alien's grasp.
Then, what he was most worried about happened.
He watched as two shuttle-like objects broke away from one of the alien battleships, flashed across the void, and headed straight for the Curse Echo.
The weapons on the main side of the Cursed Echo had no hope of shooting down such a tiny target, but Dietrian controlled the servitors and operated some of the point defense weapons, pouring firepower into the void when the capsule came into range.
After a few breaths, a shuttle exploded silently, disintegrating in a barrage, scattering its organic passengers into the universe.
However, the second shuttle passed through the barrage and plunged into the belly of the ship, far away from the sight of the Technology Bishop.
He took a video detailing his estimated location for the alien pod access, hoping that at least one of the Talons guarding the Cursed Echo would notice.
After 3 minutes and 31 seconds, the void shield was restored, and his reconstruction plan was nearly 40% complete.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind him like a ghost.
Dietrian reluctantly diverted his attention to this, and when he turned around, he felt an impact like the power of a Titan rushing to his side, so fast that his eyesight could not catch up. .
When it spread at an untraceable speed and spread energy into the void without any obstacles, Dietrian's eyepiece could only record a burst of spherical light.
“Oops——”
He failed to track anything, and the explosion that rushed into his chest knocked him off the hull of the ship and sliced him along the hull. .
When Dietrian fell away, several pairs of arms jumped out and grabbed the hull to stop his fall.
At that moment, his thought processor performed the following tasks——
First, it records the damage done to his body and looks for optimal solutions.
Secondly, it sensed that six of his slaves had died due to their slowness and stupidity, and were seriously damaged beyond repair.
Third, it automatically sends out a signal, saving the running time of warning other repair teams outside the ship.
Finally, it also made him wonder how an alien could have survived the disintegration of the jump pod, slipped along the hull of the ship and shot him in the back.
The above lasted less than a second.
Dietrian thought deeply for three seconds before stopping his slide as he drifted out of the confines of the ship's hull, spinning and falling into the void.
In his field of vision, the stars shone vaguely, and there was a gray planet in the distance, as well as airports and orbital stations surrounding the planet.
"It's over-"
He'll pretty much just float away until he dies, which is not ideal.
Just when he was truly desperate, something grabbed his robe and dragged him back. Dietrian turned around in the weightless and oxygenless void, and saw a large armor-covered hand grasping the corner of his robe, and the owner of the hand.
The raptor looked back at him with its twisted eyepiece, its red tears etching into silver traces and flowing through its demonic visor.
“I heard your message on the communication system.”
Lukefus hissed with a laugh.
“What would have happened to you, Bishop, if I had been a little late?”
"Praise be to the God of All Machines for his grace."
Dietrian replied on the communication.
After pausing for a few seconds, the raptor forcefully pulled the bishop back onto the hull of the ship. There was no gentleness in his movements.
"Stay here, I will tear out the ambusher's throat, and then you resume repairs."
After saying that, the engine on the back of the raptor entered a silent cycle, and the mechanical device roared Swallowed by the void.
With a series of advances, the Night Lord rose into the air from the surface of the ship and leaped towards the damaged tower bridge.
Dietrian watched him disappear, not intending to file away the record of the raptor's disrespect towards him.
The tower has begun to be capped, and the deck working group has also begun to connect the main power system of the hull.
There are other things that need his attention now.
Although there was no nerve damage or accompanying pain, Dietrian's injury was still concerning.
His precious engine oil was leaking where it should have been bleeding, organic components in his body were showing up through his retinas, triggering internal alarms, and to make matters worse, organs were convulsing, putting pressure on his internal systems to maintain function.
But time is more important than anything else.
Dietrian returned to his post, thankfully the work was almost done.
As he worked, droplets of crystallized blood tapped lightly on his ruined arm.
The fate of the guy who attacked Dietrian was really bad. His body had disappeared, and only a line of blood in the void proved that he had ever existed.
Over the roars and bludgeons in the audio, he heard Lukovus begin to fight again. The raptor seemed to be focused, but also seemed to be encountering some kind of trouble.
Suddenly, there was a huge earthquake on the deck under Dietrian's feet, and even the stars shone in the darkness. Dietrian spent a few precious seconds observing the void dancing in front of his eyes.
"Bridge, this is Dietrian, the void shield will be secured within four minutes."
"I am Talos."
Intermittently responding to transmissions Come.
"You reported too late. The void shield has already been activated."
"But the shield has not been saved due to the permanent damage to the tower. It may still fail during subsequent use. If we move, the possibility As soon as it is confirmed, do not engage in combat until the system engine enters a safe operating state. The time is four minutes. Please reply immediately to confirm your knowledge of this key point."
"I understand, Bishop, speed up the work. ."
At the other end of the communication, Talos breathed heavily.
“After all, we have enough trouble here.”
(End of this chapter)