Replacing the connection between the spire foundation and the electric power on the ship's hull is a difficult task in itself. For this, Dietrian's eyepiece looked in all directions through the slave workers' fly vision, acting as an overseer at the edge of the pit, and at the same time through the other two The eyes of the slaves in the cabin looked into the ship more than ten meters below him.
They were crowded in the low and narrow tunnel, their corpse-like bodies dripping with sweat as they operated the tiny 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.
More fleshy creatures 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 of time, Dietrian spread his attention among the six slave workers, and at the same time looked out at the enemy ships near the injured Cursed Echo - those alien warships with strange sails began to appear. Followed closely by the shambling crawling echoes of the curse.
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 shouldn't happen.
But firing two additional jump tools will eventually bring the ship into the alien's grasp.
Then, what he worried about most happened.
He watched as two shuttle-like objects broke away from one of the alien warships, flashed across the void, and headed straight for the Cursed Echo.
The weapons on the Echo of the Damned's main side had no hope of knocking down such a tiny target, but Dietrian took control of the servitors and operated a portion of the point defense weapons, pouring fire into the void as the pod came into range.
A few breaths later, 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 point, 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 halfway, 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 couldn't track anything, and the explosion that hit his chest knocked him off the hull and slashed him along the hull.
As Dietrian fell away, several pairs of arms sprang up to grab onto the hull, trying to stop his fall.
At that moment, his thinking 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 severely damaged beyond repair.
Third, it automatically sends a signal, saving runtime in warning other repair teams outside the ship.
Finally, it made him wonder how an alien could have survived the disintegrating jump pod, slid up along the hull and shot him in the back.
This lasted less than a second.
Dietrian thought deeply for three seconds before stopping his slide as he floated out of the confines of the ship's hull, spinning and falling into the void.
In his field of vision, stars shone vaguely, and there was a gray planet in the distance, as well as airports and orbital stations surrounding the planet.
"Ruined--"
He'll pretty much just float away until he dies, which isn't 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 stared back at him with its twisted eyepiece, red tears etching into silver traces and flowing across its demonic visor.
"I heard your message over the comm system."
Lukovus hissed with laughter.
"What would have happened to you if I had been a little late, Bishop?"
“Praise be to the God of all opportunities for His grace.”
Dietrian replied on the comm.
After a pause for a few seconds, the raptor forcefully pulled the bishop back onto the hull of the boat, his movements showing no gentleness at all.
"Stay here while I rip out the ambusher's throat and you resume repairs."
After saying that, the engine on the Raptor's back entered a silent cycle, and the roar of the mechanical device was 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 toward him.
The tower has begun to be capped, and the deck working group has also begun to connect the main power system of the ship body.
There are more things that need his attention now.
Although there was no nerve damage and accompanying pain, Dietrian's injury was still concerning.
His precious engine oil was bleeding where it should have been, 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 duties, thankfully the job 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 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."
Intermittent responses came.
"You reported too late, the void shield has already been activated."
"However, 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 is almost certain. 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, work quickly."
On the other end of the line, Talos breathed heavily.
"After all, we have enough trouble here."
