Create a swarm technology tree in Konoha

The stationmaster was drifting in the sea. Because he completely lost his direction, he didn't know which direction to swim, so he could only pretend to be floating.

A new planet, a new world. After entering the six-stringed star, the webmaster truly realized what dimensionality reduction is. The last thing he saw was a small ball that could be pinched with one finger, but from the burned remains of the gamma worm When I jumped out, I felt that the world was so vast.

Strange starry sky, strange world, but fortunately the feeling of waves is still very familiar.

It’s just that the fish in the sea are quite annoying. They always come to bite them without mercy. I’m obviously full.

There are actually two understandings of the concept of dimensionality reduction strike. One is the familiar one, where high-tech civilization descends to crush civilizations with extremely low technological levels, just like an English machine gun hitting a spear, or water droplets hitting the earth.

But there is another situation. I am obviously good at everything, but I am suppressed and bruised in a lower latitude environment.

For example, in the world view of Dungeons and Dragons, the gods came to the world and were surrounded and suppressed by various legendary mages and legendary warriors as a feast.

Another example is that the most outstanding advertising genius from a first-tier city was assigned to a small county in the 48th tier. With various market analysis reports and the analysis of the best audience groups, he designed a perfect and fashionable promotion plan.

But in the end he will lose to a local advertising company, because the promoters hired by the advertising company are locals. He has a second uncle who runs a supermarket and can use the supermarket advertising space for free. He has an uncle who is from the county. Being a clerk in business administration can avoid a lot of trouble. He has a childhood friend who runs a printing shop at home and can print advertisements at the lowest price. He has a brother-in-law who is an urban management officer in the county. He can avoid a lot of trouble. There are many people in the county. There are relatives in every village. He can talk to the village chief and use the loudspeaker in the village to help promote the news. He only needs one cigarette and a pack of cigarettes a day...

It is also a dimensionality reduction attack. It is a conscious high-dimensional you who is reduced in dimensionality and then suffers a brutal blow.

This is how the stationmaster feels now, floating in the sea with no cover. No matter what he wants to do, he has to consider the dense satellites in the sky and the solar-powered aircraft that patrol past him for half an hour.

If there weren't any salvage boats, patrol boats or the like in the sea, he would be completely in trouble today.

But at this moment, the stationmaster spotted a ship heading in his direction, and fragrant words blurted out. He dropped a reconnaissance bug, and then dived under the sea.

As the ship slowly approached, the stationmaster discovered more and more anomalies. He even froze on the bottom of the sea, looking at the man on the sea in disbelief.

[How could it be a wooden sailing ship, a retro cruise ship? 】

But it is obviously not a cruise ship. The structure of this sailboat is very strong, but the unnecessary decorations are tattered, and the sails are obviously patched one after another.

No cruise ship lets its decorations look tattered, and it's clear that this swaying sailboat with a big belly is a very practical cargo ship.

This is one of the worst guesses. The native civilization of Six String Star has split and become two independent civilizations that have nothing to do with each other. In this way, the webmaster's mission of sneaking into Six String Star will be mostly meaningless.

But the investigation work still has to be done, but Liuxianxing is their territory, and caution is the first condition when doing this kind of intelligence work behind enemy lines.

Therefore, the stationmaster did not dare to board the ship directly. He surfaced and carved the Flying Thunder God's mark on the keel of the ship. After making his unique mark, he quietly returned to the seabed and waited silently.

The direction chosen by the webmaster for himself is to focus on intelligence, and collection, analysis, and transmission have become the means he must master.

There are field enchantments and mountain secrets to collect, and analysis has its own brain. Only transmission is a trouble, and it has always relied on civilized communication methods.

But it can't always be like this. The webmaster has been secretly practicing the art of Flying Thunder God, but the slow progress made him want to give up several times. In the end, he persisted with his unconvinced energy.

Everyone is a charlatan, there’s no reason why I can’t learn it!

But there is one thing to say, they are both Aburame Tetsumaru, and their talents are really different. Aburame Tetsumaru learned to fly the Thunder God in pain to death, but politicians did not learn it with much effort.

The webmaster is the one who has more pain, but after learning it, he has different advantages.

The webmaster's Flying Thunder God Mark can be simplified to the extreme. It only requires a straight line with a twist in the middle. Moreover, the consumption of chakra and the speed of activation are also first-class, directly catching up with Namikaze Minato's flash level.

The biggest advantage is that it relies very little on external chakra and can be effective in almost any environment. To put it bluntly, on Liuxianxing, a planet that is not filled with chakra, only the webmaster's flying thunder god technique can still be used normally, and everyone else has to take a break.

This is also the greatest confidence that the webmaster dares to sneak into the Six-string Star. With the Flying Thunder God technique that he has worked hard to cultivate, he has the ability to retreat independently and will not be trapped and die on the Six-string Star.

The stationmaster lurked on the bottom of the sea for another six days, and finally waited until the ship stopped. It should have arrived at the anchorage or port. This can be determined by time.

After waiting for a full seven days, the ship finally started moving again. The stationmaster no longer hesitated and used the Flying Thunder God technique to teleport over.

After the faint dizziness from the teleportation passed, before he had time to observe the surrounding environment, a pungent smell rushed straight into his nose. It was a good thing that he was not suffocated to death.

After opening his eyes and observing hard, he found that the sea water was extremely turbid, and there were all kinds of messy things suspended there, especially messy fish. Not only did the stationmaster suspect that he had fallen into a trap, but that someone had put the Mark of the Flying Thunder God into the sewage pool.

The stationmaster quickly prepared for battle, and then hurriedly surfaced, not daring to breathe, so he looked around, but was surprised to find that he was in a harbor.

There are two lighthouse-like structures at the exit of the semi-encircled bay, and sailboats with stationmaster marks are heading in that direction.

On the other side of the exit is a densely packed building, with at least a hundred sailboats of various shapes parked on the shore. What's even more eye-catching is that there is a small hill not far from the port, with a stone fortress on it.

Have I traveled through time?

The stationmaster took a breath... This breath was not very cold, but it had a stench that was not as fishy as the sea. It made him feel nauseous, and he almost couldn't suppress the feeling of vomiting.

No matter what, let's sneak into the crowd to get some information, especially that castle. If there are people living in it, they should be powerful people, and they can squeeze a lot of information from their minds.

Resisting his nausea, the stationmaster approached the shore of the bay, but encountered two floating corpses on the way, which made him increasingly irritable.

After landing, I walked all the way and saw fish viscera and scales all over the ground, mixed with various human and animal feces, evaporating into the air to form an indescribable weird smell, but I couldn't suppress the lingering blood. gas.

This port is a dangerous place, the stationmaster thought with emotion, but he had already selected a target. He was a fat man with a big head, big ears, and a big belly. He was surrounded by a group of strong bodyguards or thugs. He looked like a very wealthy man. Big businessman.

Businessmen are good. They often obtain more information than those who sit on the ground. Before collecting in-depth information in the minds of powerful people, it is more conducive to intelligence analysis to obtain basic information from them.

…

In the evening, the stationmaster changed into dry and loose clothes, sat in the shadow of the castle's spire, and quietly savored the peace.

In the past half day, starting from the businessman and ending with the owner of this castle, the stationmaster searched the heads of six people and squeezed out a little bit of information.

These people's minds are almost empty, filled with messy interpersonal relationships, commodity prices, power struggles and the like, but they know nothing about this world.

The same goes for the big businessman. He knows many people and many roads, but has no concept of direction. He only knows where to turn after reaching a landmark. This kind of information is just reference information and cannot be used to plan a world map.

Fortunately, they all have a key piece of information in their minds: under the Tower of Babel is the road to heaven.

The Babel Tower should be a synchronized orbital ladder. The stationmaster looked at the tower that was still clearly visible in the dim dusk, reaching into the sky and disappearing into the clouds.

We have to move there next. The distance of more than a thousand kilometers is not too far, but from here on it is different from the sea. From time to time, there are unmanned aerial vehicles passing by for reconnaissance.

These aircraft, which the indigenous people call sacred birds, patrol the sky almost every day, seemingly monitoring human activities.

This is very annoying. If you can't fly, you can only rely on your feet to run. Running more than a thousand kilometers is very time-consuming.

When the setting sun disappeared under the sea, the stationmaster wrapped himself in a radiation-proof smock and headed towards the tower that was extremely bright in the night sky.

…

The majestic temple rang the bronze bell, and the loud bells spread far away. Countless people knew that their beloved Pope had finally returned to the kingdom of God after lingering in the hospital bed for half a year.

Whether they are the sobbing believers who are bending down to prostrate themselves, or the church leaders who are secretly delighted at the opportunity to ascend to the throne of the Pope, they all don’t know that the Pope’s death was due to the cruel brain probing skills of a certain ninja. Under extreme fear and His whole body convulsed in pain, and he passed away in filth.

This old guy who stands at the top of the indigenous power has something in his mind. He has seen the Steel God Envoy, knows the location of the God's Forbidden Land, and also knows about the other five God's Territories with Babel Towers.

With this information, it was enough for the stationmaster to conduct further investigation and exploration. As for the orbital elevator behind the temple, he was not stupid enough to sneak in and take risks.

No, that shouldn't be called adventure, but pure courting of death.

His webmaster did not come to Six-string Star this time to steal confidential documents. That was just the behavior of a low-level spy. His goal was to conduct an overall investigation of civilization and find out the weaknesses of Six-string Star civilization.

Therefore, what the webmaster needs to do is to conduct a census of the entire planet and find out the resource points, processing plants and other basic industrial systems connected by the six ladders.

Just when the church leaders were fighting over who could become the new pope, a "locust plague" broke out that swept the entire world.

The desert locusts that originated from the interior mutated a little for some unknown reason. They became ten percent larger and their wings were half as large.

This huge change caused the locusts' flight distance to skyrocket, from one hundred kilometers to three hundred kilometers. They were able to cross most mountains and even fly across the strait.

These bugs, which were only the size of an index finger, began to multiply unbridled, expanding at an exponential rate, and eventually aroused the thunderous wrath of the gods.

Amid the cheers of devout believers, countless divine birds descended from the sky and sprayed the divine rain (pesticide). These damn demonic insects died one after another after being shrouded in the sacred white mist.

And many evil people who were full of sins were punished by God after bathing in the rain of God. They vomited blood, wailed and rolled, and after experiencing seven days and seven nights of punishment, they went to hell together with those insects.

People happily put these sinners and demonic insects together, lit blazing fires, burned them to ashes, and buried the ashes in the land to fertilize them, to celebrate that they had survived another disaster.

After this insect disaster, locusts did not die out. Instead, they took the opportunity to spread to all parts of the world and became the most successful insect.

The stationmaster also took the opportunity to complete a census of the six-string star chart. He found more than 400 large-scale open-pit mines and hundreds of thousands of various mines.

Moreover, the stationmaster also found the smelting factory through the insects mixed in the ore, and they were all concentrated in the underground space of six orbital ladders. This is really great.

This means that nearly three million huge ships, and even the bright stars that can be seen at night, actually rely on the base industrial areas of these six ladders to supply all their materials.

Although each base covers an area of ​​​​110 kilometers in diameter, it has a huge and complex defense system.

But after the age of electricity, at the same level of technology, it is always easier to attack than to defend. No matter how tight the defense is, it is difficult to prevent the enemy from destroying it, let alone the deadly attack of mushroom worms.

At the critical moment of the war, as long as the stationmaster drops hundreds of mushroom worms on each of the six ladder bases, it will definitely deal a fatal blow to the six-stringed star, just like a stick poking into its lungs. Directly fatal.

The webmaster suppressed his excitement. He couldn't be careless. He must not be careless. What if Liuxianxing's mechanical head also had an underground industrial system?

Don't be careless.

The stationmaster standing in the underground cave gave the order, and millions of mineral-producing Zerg began to dig near the bases of the six ladders. They explored every space underground, looking for all energy-rich areas in order to confirm whether there was any underground industry. system.

But no matter what, the attack will be launched on time.

Even if it has not been found before, as long as the six ladders are blown up, all the power hidden in the Six String Star will be revealed.

It even includes the most likely existence of chemical rocket systems that transport materials to space, electromagnetic orbital mass ejectors, etc.

This requires the webmaster to have a second strike capability and destroy these exposed trump cards to ensure the destruction of the Six String Star.

In order to obtain the ability of a second strike, the webmaster must first be able to survive the first round of Six String Star's counterattack. He needs a reliable enough shelter.