The energy warehouse on the sixteenth floor of the Sky Wolf Corps was like a business center in a city. Each area was categorized and labeled:
Daily consumables area, function amplification area, food and medicine area, beverage raw materials area, tools and materials area, armor planning area...
This floor had a dazzling array of items. The password and password were very simple. Most of the metal drawers could be opened with a four-eye wristwatch.
However, there were only two items that really interested Ding Meng. The first was the Sky Wolf Corps' "Dazzling Gold" multi-purpose backpack. This backpack was different from Anvil's "Qu Ling" backpack. First, it had a larger capacity, with a total of 10 units. Each unit could hold three boxes of 30 nutrient supplies (500 + Deca).
In other words, if the backpack was filled with nutrient supplies, it would be enough for an ordinary person to use for a full 10 years. Of course, the consumption of origin ability users far exceeded that of ordinary people, and the consumption of warriors was even greater. In other words, it would be enough for a beginner warrior to survive on a planet without supplies for about a year.
Secondly, this backpack could store some slightly larger equipment, such as the standard photoelectric rifle commonly used by mercenaries. This rifle was 1.4 meters long, and its advantage was that it could charge energy for shooting. The longer the charging time, the greater the lethality. However, its disadvantage was very obvious. The rifle was too long and too heavy, so it was not convenient to carry around. Thus, it was suitable for guarding the base.
However, this dazzling gold backpack could very well solve this disadvantage. The rifle could be directly thrown into the backpack, and the whole body would feel lighter.
After obtaining this equipment, Ding Meng did not hold back. He swept all the metal boxes of various sizes into the backpack. Nutrient supplies and healing agents were not a problem. He was aiming for the superpolymerized products, and the more valuable they were, the more he wanted to take them.
Following his usual style, it would be a waste not to take them, and even if he took them, it would be a waste. This place had so many supplies that it would take at least a few decades to use them all up. This bro's taking was not even a drop in the ocean, so it was not a big deal.
In addition to the supplies, he also swept in a bunch of smart chips for cultivation methods and martial techniques. Actually, he did not need to take these because he needed to rely on the sensor cabin to see their contents. Ding Meng thought that he would find a sensor cabin in the future and lie down, and let Little Rascal slowly copy the information.
The marshal behind him could only stare. This brat's "sweeping" speed was reminiscent of a prisoner released from prison. How was this sweeping?
It was a complete robbery.
Actually, this kind of "robbing" method had something to do with him. Thinking about the coolies in the Black Gold Base, they were not only fast but also ruthless when robbing others.
In addition to the Glittering Gold Backpack, the other thing that Ding Meng was interested in was the armor.
The Sky Wolf Army was truly wealthy. There were a total of 30 drawers in the warframe area, and they were respectively filled with Hercules Predator (12 sets), Blades of Light (8 sets), Sawtooth Madman (7 sets), and Tyrael (3 sets). All in all, these 30 sets of warframes were worth at least a few billion star coins.
Ding Meng really wanted to take a few of the warframes, but after Little Rascal and Little Love scanned and evaluated them, they came to a conclusion.
Although the suits were not regular suits and had not been certified by the Federation, the battlesuits of the Heaven Wolf Legion had injected the system commands of Flying Star City into them. Therefore, they could only perform the basic operations. Without the permission of the main system, they could not use the more advanced commands. Therefore, the suits were not effective at all.
To put it bluntly, it was useless to take these things away. They were even worse than a shuttle car.
However, Ding Meng was satisfied. The black and white cylindrical backpack was packed to the brim, and the supplies inside were enough to last him for a long time.
At least this trip to Flying Star City was not in vain. He had earned enough.
After taking care of the backpack, Ding Meng led the marshal to the second floor of the energy warehouse, which was also the 17th floor of the building.
This floor was different. The room was tens of thousands of square meters in area, and there were only a dozen or so rows of metal walls in the middle. The drawers embedded in the walls all had strange serial numbers: G12A008, G12A159, G12B336, G12T903 ….
After the first drawer was opened, the marshal's eyes lit up. It was a five-leaf clover-shaped diamond necklace. It was so exquisite that even a layman like him could tell at a glance that it was definitely the work of a famous designer. He wondered which big shot had left it here.
At the bottom of the necklace was a crystal logo: Holy Grail Federation Fanya Jewelry.
This was a legitimate trademark, and it was very difficult to counterfeit. In other words, this diamond necklace was genuine, and there were three small words engraved inside the logo: Su Yalun.
Presumably, this Su Yalun was the owner of this necklace.
The marshal could not help but reach out to the necklace, but Ding Meng stopped him. "What are you going to do with it?"
The marshal was puzzled. "You're not going to take it?"
Of course not. In Ding Meng's mind, this thing was useless. It was just a burden to him. What use did he have for it?
If he did not take it, how could the marshal dare to reach out?
He could only watch as Ding Meng pushed the drawer back into the wall with a bang. The marshal felt his heart ache. This necklace is priceless. This necklace is worth more than the bag on your back. Is it just a bag?
It's at least hundreds or thousands of bags. I really don't understand what you origin ability users are thinking.
The next step was to check the drawers one by one. Since the marshal knew the password and password, Ding Meng was also interested in taking a look.
However, his patience gradually wore off after half an hour, because most of the drawers he opened were filled with jewelry pendants, statues, jade antiques, and other collectibles. He even saw a paper painting, but he did not know which era it was passed down from.
As for the secret manuals, magical weapons, and cultivation treasures that he imagined, there was not a single one.
"Is this what you call wealth?" Ding Meng could not help but ask.
"Yes, is there anything wrong?" The marshal expressed his confusion.
Ding Meng was too lazy to answer. He did not understand how these things were valuable.
Wealth?
"Let's open another one." Ding Meng decided to take a look one last time.
The metal drawer quickly popped out. This time, what appeared in front of him was a black metal memory chip the size of a palm. Looking at the surface of the memory chip, it was actually mottled with rust. This thing was probably quite old.
Just as Ding Meng was feeling disappointed, Little Rascal suddenly exclaimed, "Look!
It's a map! "
Lying next to the memory chip was a brown sign with a line of simple words engraved on it: "Holy Temple Map No. 05."
Holy Temple Map?
Ding Meng frowned. He suddenly remembered that Little Rascal had mentioned before that she had a "Holy Temple Map" in her database. The map indicated that it was closely related to the K-virus. Could this "Holy Temple Map No. 05" be that "Holy Temple Map"?
Whatever, I'll take it first. I'll slowly study it later when I have time.
After taking the memory chip, Ding Meng no longer had any interest in continuing his investigation. He turned to the marshal and said, "You can move around on your own. Stay on this floor."
The marshal was overjoyed. He couldn't wait for Ding Meng to go to the eighteenth floor. That way, he could slowly plunder the good stuff on this floor.
The eighteenth and nineteenth floors were two parallel spaces. As soon as Ding Meng entered, he immediately felt like he was back on the TT12 International Space Station.
In the middle of this multi-purpose metal hall was a giant silver egg. This was definitely not a real egg. It was obviously a giant machine, very similar to the Kejia server.
However, its surface was not liquid metal flowing, but an extremely hard super alloy. The machine was surrounded by densely packed pipes and control panels that were working automatically. It looked like it was transmitting energy in all directions.
Right in front of the machine was a square core control panel. The light screen on it was quickly refreshing with various patterns and data. Little Rascal finally began to explain.
"This is the core reactor of Meteor City. The silver core stone should be inside it. It provides a steady stream of power for all the facilities in Meteor City."
Xiao Ai said, "Correct. The powerful technological energy fluctuations that were detected earlier were emitted from here."
Ding Meng nodded. He also felt it. In his telekinetic vision, the slight, rhythmic curves had now completely turned into turbulent waves that were rushing toward him one after another.
This was even through the reactor. If the real silver core stone was exposed to the air, how much energy would it release?
Ding Meng turned on his wrist device and directly contacted King of Nightmares.
Qiang Wei's face appeared on the screen. He had a worried look on his face. "Mr. Ting, is everything going well?"
Ding Meng turned around on the spot. It was obvious that he wanted King of Nightmares to take a look at his surroundings.
As expected, King of Nightmares was pleasantly surprised. "Congratulations, Mr. Ting. You've found the power source of Meteor City."
However, Ding Meng's expression was very serious. "It's almost impossible for you to take the silver core stone away."
King of Nightmares was puzzled. "Why?"
Ding Meng said, "This silver core stone contains too much energy. Unless you have a container with the same amount of energy."
The so-called container was the box that Lan Bing had used to steal the energy carrier of the K virus back on the Dead Silent Planet. It was called the "Crystal Carrier Matrix". It was an alloy container made of many different materials and was specially designed to contain a large amount of energy.
King of Nightmares was obviously prepared. "I have a matrix container."
Ding Meng sighed. "But can you guide it inside?"
King of Nightmares hesitated. "Can't you do it, Mr. Ting?"
"I can't either!" Ding Meng's tone was without hesitation.
This was not his judgment but the result of Little Rascal's calculations.
There were many ways to guide the energy. For an Origin Energy user, the simplest way was to guide the energy into their body and slowly inject it into the container based on their Origin Energy tolerance.
Back then, Lan Bing had been able to use her hands to guide the silver core stone. One of the reasons was that the energy of the carrier was far inferior to the energy of the silver core stone. The other reason was that Lan Bing's method was different. She used ice Origin Energy to reduce the activity of the carrier's energy before injecting it into the container. Furthermore, she had split the container into two.
However, Ding Meng was a thermodynamic Origin Ability user, so it was extremely dangerous to guide her. Little Rascal had already calculated twice that if such a torrential amount of technological energy were to be directly channeled into her body, the activity level would only increase. Even if the six origin points were to operate at full power, Ding Meng's entire body would explode in an instant, dying without even leaving behind a corpse.
If even Ding Meng could not do it, then it was even more impossible for King of Nightmares to do it.
Besides, these were all theoretical arguments. In practice, the situation could change at any moment, and the risk was indescribably high.
King of Nightmares' expression immediately dimmed. This was clearly something that could be easily obtained, but it was right in front of his eyes, and yet he was unable to obtain it.
Ding Meng also sighed. "If I knew this would be the result, I would've left earlier."
King of Nightmares raised his head. "Now, we can't leave even if we want to."
Ding Meng couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
King of Nightmares said helplessly, "It's my fault for being too greedy and forcing you to come down here. Right now, Yan Feng's army is already closing in on the Zoysia Faction. There's no way we can escape from here. They've sealed off all our escape routes."
Ding Meng fell silent.