The plan he casually suggested before, under Lyu’s calculations, became the most reliable starship modification plan.
- Cut off the front and rear sections of a five-hundred-meter-class Star Patrol Ship, remove some crew quarters and living entertainment areas, and transform it into a four-hundred-meter-class Firepower Ship.
The Star Patrol Ships produced by the Sherman Empire mostly came equipped with strong comprehensive firepower, defense capabilities, and mobility.
Considering that Boss Yang might engage in ship-to-ship combat and anti-invasion operations, and that this ship is unlikely to house human soldiers after modification, trimming a few dozen meters off a five-hundred-meter-class Star Patrol Ship was indeed a good idea.
This was much more reasonable than the ’four-hundred-meter cannon with a three-meter engine’ concept.
But... the cut-off Star Patrol Ship appeared particularly bloated.
Of course, this was before the modification; if it looked a little ugly, so be it. After Lyu and her three teachers finished the modifications, its appearance would naturally change.
Yang Ming simply uttered these two words.
"Naming successful," Lyu asked softly, "Boss, when do we set out? It will take approximately three Galaxy Days for the East Wind to reach the Intelligent Mechanic Dusk."
Yang Ming said, "Organize affairs at hand before acting; this trip will take three months, and Wind must not fall into disarray."
Lyu hung up the call, and Yang Ming also stopped exercising, took a quick shower, and hurried back to the captain’s lounge.
Even after Yang Ming had stayed on this battleship for two consecutive weeks, the officers and soldiers were still somewhat unaccustomed to his presence. When they encountered Yang Ming, they were very reserved, and their saluting poses appeared quite stiff.
Yang Ming first called Edwan, saying he would be leaving for a few months, and then gathered the main generals of the Wind military alliance for a video conference.
He was most afraid that the Dark Star Base Two would encounter issues.
Hera’s new laboratory had already been built at the edge of Base Two.
Even with the biological shielding technology provided by the examiner, Yang Ming still felt somewhat uneasy.
Fortunately, the defense gaps that previously appeared in Wind had been filled by Lyu, and two high-performance two-hundred-meter-class warships were equipped at Base Two. If another swarm attack like before occurred, efforts would be made to detect and relocate early.
Yang Ming estimated that if a similar situation arose again, Hera would be unable to withstand the pressure brought by the swarm.
She was very likely to face self-destruction because of this.
Before departure, Yang Ming intended to see Hera, but remembering her eyes full of determination deterred him.
Since Hera chose to leave his side, he also didn’t need to be too obstinate.
stayed beside the Feinan, guarding the Dark Star One Supply Ship.
Everything was progressing step by step.
By the third weekend after discovering the Valkyrie’s insect-slaying site, Yang Ming finally boarded the East Wind Star Patrol Ship, which had not yet been modified by the Intelligent Mechanic Dusk.
Yang Ming looked at the hundreds of high-rank Mechanical Guards standing quietly throughout the ship’s hull and instantly understood Lyu’s little scheme.
- Lyu wanted her three teachers to help modify several hundred super mechanical warriors.
Although the probability of such an occurrence was extremely low.
Unlike the Feinan, which could be operated by a single person, this Star Patrol Ship required at least six technicians to complete the piloting process.
Yang Ming sat in the captain’s chair above the fire control station, staring at the various data of the ship.
Lyu controlled six Mechanical Guards, smoothly initiating high-speed navigation and preparing the jump process.
Arriving at a gravity-stable zone, locking on to the target Star Domain, the ship began to slowly coat, and the silvery-white coating spread over the hull like fluid.
"No anomalies at the landing point, requesting jump."
A faint ripple appeared in the space in front of the Star Patrol Ship, and the ship accelerated into the ripple, with the stars outside the porthole distorted by the mirrored reflection.
This was Yang Ming’s first time inheriting high-dimensional civilization heritage, and naturally, he was filled with anticipation.
Several Galaxy Times later.
On the passenger ship about to arrive at Ilando Star, in the luxury cabin at the head of the ship.
Kolev opened his eyes with a bit of annoyance, turned on the small light in the sleeping pod, and checked the time and flight progress displayed on the cabin wall.
He had just had a nightmare again.
In the dream, he returned to his manor where those lovely and charming maid robots suddenly turned into oily, rust-covered mechanical zombies, relentlessly pursuing him.
Kolev had to admit that he was actually frightened by that letter.
Initially, it didn’t seem to affect him, but the aftereffect was quite strong.
After contemplating various thoughts, Kolev finally took out the watch given to him by Yang Ming, put it on his wrist, and quietly called out to the watch:
"Little Lyu, Little Lyu?"
After waiting a few seconds, Kolev finally heard Lyu’s response: "Hmm?"
Like someone who had just woken up, Lyu’s projection appeared on the watch dial, stretching lazily and wearing a light blue nightgown.
"What’s wrong, Boss’s Uncle Haton?"
"My main body went on a long journey with the Boss; the one communicating with you now is my reserved main body number two. How may I assist you?"
Kolev frowned at Lyu, grumbling, "Your boss often flies around the Milky Way aimlessly, doesn’t he?"
"This is not aimless flying; each of the Boss’s actions is meticulously considered and has a positive impact," Lyu perked up. "You don’t look well."
"Yes, I’m having some trouble; I received a letter before."
"Searching for relevant information...found it."
"Because the Boss instructed to ensure your life’s safety as an important matter, after you received the threatening letter, I immediately launched an investigation.
"Subsequent findings revealed that the anomaly originated from the manor you left in the Cas Federation.
"You had modified those robots before, correct?"
Kolev leaned back against the cabin wall and frowned, "Yes, I had rewritten their programs, disabling some ad functions... could it have caused trouble?"
"Hmm," a trace of slyness flashed in Lyu’s eyes, and she said seriously, "That’s correct, Uncle Haton, it nearly brewed an Intelligent Machine Crisis there."
Kolev exclaimed, "I never touched their core programs!"
"Just a minor crisis," Lyu pinched her fingers, "I’ve already arranged for mercenaries to resolve it, and they should reach your manor in about three days. Will you permit us to destroy those robots?"
"Of course, you can destroy them," Kolev frowned, "I’m not a robot madman or mechanical fanatic; I’m just an honest and kind wealthy gentleman."
Lyu: "The honest and kind wealthy gentleman has hijacked over three thousand merchant ships in total."
"Fine, if you help me solve this problem, I’ll say a few nice words about you in front of my nephew."
"Don’t let my robots affect the other residents; I like the Cas Federation. Though it’s relatively backward and chaotic, I have pretty good memories there."
"Very well, Uncle Haton; I’ll do my best, and at that time, I’ll also arrange for you to watch the live broadcast of the mercenaries eliminating the hidden threat," Lyu smiled, "By the way, the Boss has prepared a little surprise for you, which you’ll discover upon reaching the surface."
Kolev hadn’t really paid attention to it.
But when the ship docked, and Kolev, escorted by a group of bodyguards, reached the ’airport’ exit, the old man suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at the figure standing at the entrance of the VIP channel.
Mimili popped the bubble gum by her mouth and shrugged slightly at Kolev.
"Uncle sent me," Mimili said, "He said you might be in some danger."
Kolev almost jumped up but maintained enough composure to walk over with a cheerful smile.
"Yes, I’m in a bit of trouble; thank you for being here, my dear daughter... come with me, I have set up some businesses here, and now we call the shots here.
"Did you grow taller again? My daughter is much more beautiful than those supermodels."
Mimili shook her head a bit helplessly, put her earbuds on, stuffed her hands into the front pockets of her overalls, and boredly followed beside Kolev.
This really wasn’t an easy job.