Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

The captain walks over a long passageway in the middle of the Pressure Room. The sound of the steel boots of the Waschutes echoes through the covered suppression chamber. Everything around you drifts apart from this passageway. A white plasma incinerator below reveals itself.

A huge suppressor was installed up and down, aiming at the box in the middle, and a white mirror was floating in the box to illuminate the incoming captain. Behind the mirror, Whisminide smiles quietly.

Hi-ying.

Po, who watches, cries.

Beyond the 25m glass bulkhead, the captain approaches the crate via a floating road. The closer you get, the clearer you see the whiminiade in the mirror.

Finally, the captain climbs up to the top of the phase with the crate and places his hand on the mirror. The cross section of the mirror gently shakes and swells away like a ripple. When the ripples reach the end, the waves return quietly, wrapping around the captain's right hand and climbing up.

Did he have a long time on his hands?

No, in less than a second.

The stimulant currently injected into the captain's body triggered extreme sensation, so it only felt long, but it only lasted a thousandth of a second. In other words, the precise sensation in milliseconds (ms) was keeping an eye on all these situations.

And the time you planned, the moment this tiny silver substance finally climbed up your fingertips, the captain immediately signaled Tyrant.

Whoo-hoo!

The sound of the suppressor running sounds like it's stirring up the deep sea. The silver end of the 60-metre suppressor, which glittered in orange, seemed to be burning, and I examined the pink rays. Light pours into the mirror, hearing Tyrant's report.

[Spatial Distortion Station Station Station completed. System dynamics suppression protocol engaged. Space field halted. Initiating trajectory lockdown. Captain, we're starting to struggle. Force field activated due to high radiation contamination. MPP Multi Nuclear Fusion Generator Operating Rate 99%.]

I started to draw beautiful Aurora in the air with pink rays irradiated at the top and also at the bottom of the suppressor. The ring that circles around it researches the invisible electromagnetic waves as it trembles, tying the door that rips open in dimensions.

Glug-ug-ug!

The spark is not unusual. The mirror, which could not withstand the pressure, is shattered and shattered, and becomes a silver portal.

At the same time, sparks like sparks were splattering from saw blades cutting iron in places where there was a struggle between the portal to close and the pink rays to open. I can't see the inside.

“Hmph. Dimension shifting is something we have in common. Tyrant. Is the repression and field holding okay? ”

The captain says, plucking out his right hand, which is still buried in a strange silver object. The silver matter was a piece of suppressed space-time, dispersed into the air and disappeared into its original space.

If you can't prevent enemy fleets or weapons from infiltrating supernear wars, such as the body, space warfare is meaningless and it was a desperately advanced technology.

[Yes, sir. I won the struggle. I won the output of a metropolis multinuclear fusion generator.]

How dare you!

Strange voices that are not heard in human voices. I hear you over the portal. A very angry voice. Within the visor is a graph that analyzes the sound waves of the voice. Reports of inconsistency with Humanide have been made in many ways, and excessive aggression and disgust have been noted.

“That's what I'd like to say. Whitney didn't officially talk about age at all."

The captain looks at Luna and says,

"Beautiful silver hair is virtue. Isn't that right, Luna? ”

“Yes, of course. Captain.”

When I first met Vürmenide, the captain asked him if he was willing to end this war before he got old and died.

If Humanide had anything useful at the time, he would have used it to wield the captain properly. I couldn't believe what I didn't say then, and now I can't believe I'm talking.

And now I've clearly confirmed the reaction. It's not whiminide across the street. The captain commands Luna smiling.

“Here, I'll teach you a lesson. Shoot him, Luna."

“Yes!”

This side is no longer interested in being dragged around. The captain commands Luna for a light warning.

Luna aims at the portal with her sniper rifle BP11, which was always a bit of a whip. Weight 94 kg at 189 cm long. I can't carry the weight without my suit. It is already like a cannon used somewhere, rather than a gun, but it can be carried with a scout suit.

The triangular support coming out of the crane has interlocked with the Scout Suits to read external information and automatically attach itself to the wall to prepare for shock dispersion.

“Shot!”

Boom!

And Luna shoots. A railgun that is fired without gunpowder, but the heat and pressure cause sparks to erupt from left to right. You hear a great sound, and if you hear it up close without a suit, your eardrum will burst. Clearly, if you shot something like that in the basement, people around you would be in danger from the gunfire.

“Yay!”

Luna shouts out in a cool shot. Every break I shot several times in the simulations built into the visor, but it was the first time in practice.

As the railguns fire into the portal surrounding the electromagnetic field, long electromagnetic scars are left where the bullet passed by.

A wing-stabilizing armor-piercing shell measuring only 16 cm in length. A coal spill inside the portal would have exploded as a thermal charge across the street. You hear a terrible scream with the thumping sound of hail falling from within the portal. Whoever just owns that voice will never be whole again.

“Well done.”

The captain raises his thumb. Luna has been too atrophied. I liked to empower in this way.

Tsk, tsk!

The pink spark that was wrapped around the portal became more intense, and the door that had been trying to narrow began to open. Using the force of the suppressor, which had been trying to increase the closing, the portal suddenly expanded, cutting off the box, single phase, and legs and expanding.

The cut pieces fell down and burned up in the plasma furnace. The portal swells up like a sea urchin, piercing the wall of the oppression chamber with sharp thorns. In the middle of the thorns, a large portal, about 30 meters in diameter, spills a spark out of the chaos.

“Ha, Captain, over there! ”

Luna points and shouts. An opaque, dark, jellyfish shaped monster with six pairs of black eyes pushes its body out of the portal. Black monsters pour in from the center of the portal, spinning to enjoy the bizarre look.

“Tsk!”

Surprised Luna fires BP11 in a hurry, and the captain gives the order to Tyrant in a hurry.

“Tyrant, keep the Balkans from escaping the portal! Shoot the Trimride Solution Sprayer! ”

[Activate Happy Call CIWS System and Trimulide Solution Injector.]

First there were two triturate solution spargers running around.

A machine that looks like an elongated matchbox sprays a solution from two sprays, and the two solutions become entangled in the air and freeze anything they come into contact with over the portal. A solution that appears to be scattered by a blizzard, but when touched, life is an extreme substance that freezes anything.

Not only that, a cannonball from the Happy Call CIWS Balkan in Karaka Stairwell was spilled in the atmosphere in front of the frozen portal. Common heavy machine guns will damage the oppression chamber, so it's a CIWS with a tracking radar for intercepting alien contaminants and penetrating cannonballs and a delayed spreader pipe.

Thousands of rounds of diffusion bombs exploded inside the portal, leaving a thick golden line in the air. What would that look like if you put the frozen cascades in a mixer and grind them? The monster tsunami drops down to excellence, splintered seafood splattered by the blasting blast of Gettlingan's blasting shotgun like bees.

“We have to stack the bodies so that the space doesn't get clogged. Plasma incineration will power up the extinguisher and push it to the ground! ”

As the pressure spilled out gradually and tried to push CIWS Valkan's firepower, the captain hurriedly ordered a new one. Immediately, Tyrant starts the compressor pulse and cries out loud.

Whoo-hoo!

A circular loop rip was dipped vertically from top to bottom and the spilling jellyfish was pushed straight down into the plasma incinerator.

Kuaaaa!

Burning fires radiate fierce plasma as if it were a suppressor. Plasma flames swallowed by gnawing away at the jellyfish. A white vapor gusts out and the inhaler on the left and right sides is sucked at a rapid rate with incineration.

"Wow! Awesome!"

Po was enjoying watching in the control room, imitating jellyfish without even thinking about going to war.

The angry captain, on the other hand, shouted.

“A beginner's canal, and some of the monstrous Space Pirates are feeding on the new champions. Are you with the Black Pantheon? ”

Of course, the jellyfish didn't have an answer.

“Fire when the ion cannon is ready. Let's see how far we can go. ”

A heavy ion sack hanging from the stairwell reveals itself. The Fortress Defense Ion Cannon has just completed its preheating and is over 15m long. There were three or four bigger, but they were too big to fire at the portal.

Soon, the blue light began to gather inside the porch, and a lump of blue ion heavy particles that had broken Arden's torso burst open.

Pee Yoo Jung!

The blue neutral grenade swept through the jellyfish filling the entrance as if it were taking a natural course of action and disappeared into the portal. As he sweeps past, the jellyfish monsters pause for a moment, and then they come again.

[Captain, the ion cannon has exploded in designated areas. The enemy's portal entry appears to be full of troops within approximately two seconds.]

A picture was drawn inside the captain's visor. Tyrant simulates the imagination of an army of jellyfish centered on a portal.

[So if this is the case, why not use a five-foot Plegetone missile at 360 degrees from the portal?]

“I see. Possibly a planet-grade monster, like Scarave. We can't move the portal from the other stairwell to the surface of the Alphazeta unless we open it first, so hold the entrance well and fire the nuke for a few days and you'll be dead. Isn't that right, Tyrant? ”

[Without mutation. But, Captain, I can't believe it. The possibility that there could be a bioplanet full of these organisms is simply incalculable. I don't know how it works, but if the aliens find out and eat this much organic stuff, they're not going to be able to handle it.]

It was a true Earthling who did not consider any undue retaliation against Tyrant, its captain, or any monsters that looked like aliens.

If the people coming out of the gate were mermaids, they wouldn't want to use nuclear weapons, but the Black Pantheon was concerned about what would happen, and a group of jellyfish monsters that would become the food of Aliens. The captain shouted decisively.

“Fire two Ion Cannons in a row, clear a line of fire and fire a flagetone. ”

After preheating, two Karaka ion sacks are fired at two seconds apart. Again, as the endless spilling of CIWS 'Gatling Cannons rush into the body, the monsters hit both feet of the ionic particle, and the charged iron beads push the jellyfish away and disappear beyond the portal as if melting ice.

Immediately again, five Plagueton missiles fired from Karaka disappeared beyond the still portal.

[Lower reflection plate. Three, two, one. Ignition.]

Kuku ku Kung!

There's so much noise over here, there must be a great sound over the portal. A particle reflector mounted on the left and right side of the suppression chamber ran down the machine arm, wrapped around the portal, and blocked the radiation from erupting from the inside. A hot flame rises from the portal entrance.

The continuous spraying of Trident Solution freezes and drops countless points of condensation from beyond the portal into the incinerator below. Luna sighs shortly in the visor. I wanted to scratch my sweaty hair, but I couldn't take off my helmet.

The captain looks over the portal with a Warhammer.

The artificial sun boiled over the portal for 30 minutes. A weapon that took more time to escape even the likes of gnosis.

After a while, everything became quiet as if it were over.

“Let's send a wire-sensitive drone first. ”

Wired drones have flown up and entered the portal, ready to be guarded against various attacks ranging from hacking to contamination for internal shots. The drones soon sent information into the captain's visor.

The portal floats alone above the massive jungle.

Beneath the portal was an altar that looked like a bone, or a structure that looked like bones melted away by the artificial sun, but the light spilling from the altar was rising into the air and touching the portal.

It was a massive jungle. No, it was the jungle. How many jellyfish monsters died? The surface was covered with ripe monsters and powerful radioactivity was sweeping the earth. About half of its field of view melts away as the Plegetone missile makes its way around it.

Unquenchable fire was causing spontaneous ignition in the far jungle due to heat transfer in the far winds, and water vapor from the far jungle was rising from the ground to fill the thirsty atmosphere in no time thanks to the artificial sun.

[Captain. It may not be a planet-grade monster, but this whole dimension has an odd atmospheric configuration. High oxygen content and low gravity make it possible for a wealthy form of life. Now they're all burned to death by nuclear weapons.]

The captain pulls out the book. The purple crystal still hasn't lost its light. It seemed to be a natural light when it came into contact with other dimensions.

“Looks like they're trying to feed on the newcomers. If the existence of another dimension is near, the light of the crystal will automatically illuminate. ”

The captain grins. I looked over the bookshelf and saw what was written on the back.

Official value, 9850.

“I guess catching jellyfish earns you points. I don't know about rejuvenation, but I don't think it's a bad idea to enjoy hunting against other champions. Let's get ready, Tyrant."

[Copy that, Captain.]

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