bioinnovel Chapter 419 New Cracks!
Chapter 419 New Cracks!
34.8%.
Zhang Yan rushed towards the door.
The Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship was applied to the crack, and golden light poured in, initiating the repair process.
The progress bar has jumped to 1%.
External forces are tearing it apart.
The thing outside reacted extremely quickly, from sensing the weak point to applying concentrated pressure, it took no more than five seconds.
The repair progress was disrupted; it had just been pushed up by 1% when it was pulled back by external force by 0.5%.
The actual repair rate is only half that of a normal repair.
This crack is a resonant fission caused by internal and external opposing forces, and repair requires applying force from both sides simultaneously.
Zhang Yan could only push from the inside, while the outside was the territory of the group outside the gate.
3%. Pulled back to 1.8%.
4.2%. Pulled back to 2.9%.
The shielding efficiency of the third layer is still declining, at 33.6%.
Zhang Yan stared intently at the numbers.
At the current rate, efficiency will drop below 30% in less than an hour.
He had seen the consequences of falling below 30% before at the sixth door—the door dented, physically deformed, and the pioneer's fingers probing directly inside.
The third door was much weaker than the sixth door.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
Deng Yin walked over and picked up the broken door hammer from the ground.
The dark red light went out, and the staff turned dark gray.
Zhang Yan glanced over and saw the Thousand Machine Arm slightly adjust its angle, setting the blocking position.
"You can't fix it." The lamp's voice was flat. "One-sided repairs are useless on this kind of crack. The pressure on the outside will keep tearing it. You push it one step and it pulls it half a step. The efficiency will never keep up with the rate of decay."
Zhang Yan remained silent.
It dropped from 5.1% to 3.3%.
She's right.
"A battering ram can apply reverse pressure from the outside." Lantern took another step forward. "I'll help you."
Zhang Yan's hand paused for a moment.
Deng Yin stood three meters away, her right hand gripping an unactivated breaching hammer, the rise and fall of her chest betraying her emotions.
The hammer clashed with the Heart of Heaven, tearing the door apart, which was clearly beyond her plan.
"You fix the door for me," Zhang Yan said.
"I'll fix this crack for you," the lamplighter corrected. "The door shouldn't be torn; it should be opened completely. These are two separate things."
Zhang Yan looked into her eyes.
The shielding efficiency of the third door drops to 32.9%.
He had no choice.
"come over."
The lamp was guided to the side of the door, and the angle of the hammer was adjusted so that the tip of the hammer was aligned with the other side of the crack, forming a clamping position with Zhang Yan's Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart.
"Minimum power," Zhang Yan said. "If you exceed the reference value I gave you, the white tiger will bite off your hand."
"I know."
A faint, dark red light appeared, like a dark red line extending from the tip of the staff to the surface of the crack.
When the golden and dark red light came into contact with the two sides of the crack, the two energies of the same origin naturally tended to synchronize under low power, forming a stable energy angle.
The crack is subjected to force on both sides simultaneously.
The repair process is progressing positively.
7%, 12%, 18%.
The pressure on the outside was still there, but the ramming hammer provided counter-support, and the tearing force was largely offset.
Zhang Yan's heart rate gradually calmed down.
The white tiger crouched five meters away, its sensors locked onto every tiny movement of the light source.
26%, 31%.
The cracks visibly healed and shrank.
Cold sweat beaded on Deng Yi's forehead.
The low power output of the breaching hammer consumed far more energy in her than in Zhang Yan's case; she didn't have the same energy reserves as the Heart of Heaven.
The efficiency of the third-layer shielding has stopped declining and stabilized at 33.1%.
49%, 54%.
The lamplighter's breathing became heavier, and the dark red light of the battering ram began to flicker.
"Hold on." Zhang Yan didn't look at her.
"……I know."
61%, 72%.
The crack was only a few centimeters long.
75%.
The light source opened.
"The Maintainer".
Zhang Yan didn't stop.
"I have something to tell you."
78%.
"The pioneer of the community is not gnawing on doors."
Zhang Yan's fingers tightened slightly.
"It's looking for something."
80%.
The sound of the lamplight pierced through the interplay of dark red and gold light, extremely faint.
"I'm looking for you."
82%.
"The holder of the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship needs you to live and reach the seventh gate."
Zhang Yan's hand paused for a fraction of a second.
The progress jumped a bit, but stabilized at 82%.
He suppressed the words of the lamplight deep into his mind and continued to pour energy into them.
85%, 91%, 97%.
100%.
The crack disappeared.
The door surface returned to its smooth state, and the churning speed of the liquid metal slowed down.
System refresh: "Third door shielding efficiency: 41.3%. Crack repair completed, door structure integrity restored."
During the crack repair process, some of the energy injected was absorbed by the door, making the efficiency slightly higher than the previously evenly distributed value.
Zhang Yan removed the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship from the door.
The light dimmed.
The door-breaking hammer, lit by the lamp, went dark. She took two steps back and leaned against the rune wall, panting heavily.
Zhang Yan turned around and faced her directly.
Explain yourself.
The lamplighter raised its head.
"All the pioneers' actions—knocking on doors, pushing them open, gnawing on them, creating panic—all pointed to the same goal."
She straightened up. "I'll force you to repair the door, force you to repair it to the point where it can activate the warp protocol. Then you'll go to the seventh door yourself."
The spherical space was quiet, and the runes shone steadily.
Six unconscious armed men lay on the ground, with Baihu crouching beside them, the red light from the sensor flashing on and off.
Zhang Yan looked into Deng Yin's eyes: "What happened to the seventh door?"
The light guide pulls the door hammer back into the fixing buckle on the back.
"The seventh gate is the anchor point, the core of the entire gate network. The moment the Heart of Heaven connects with the seventh gate, the community can use the connection channel to invade the entire network in reverse."
"After you go back," said the lamplighter, "I will give you three hundred years of observation data, which you can verify yourself."
Zhang Yan did not respond.
He needs time to process this, but right now the most important thing is to wrap things up.
"Interface locked," he said.
The progress is still stuck at 89%.
Zhang Yan reattached the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship to the door, and golden light shone forth.
91%, 95%, 100%.
"Internal interface locking complete. Valid for 72 hours."
Within 72 hours, the door-breaking hammer could not activate the inner interface of the door.
Zhang Yan withdrew the power of the Heavenly Craftsmanship.
Deng Yin took a storage device the size of a fingernail from the inner pocket of his protective suit and placed it on the ground.
"Three hundred years of data. Once you've verified it, you can come find me."
She turned and walked toward the drilling tunnel, took three steps, and then stopped.
"Maintainer, don't rush to the seventh door." She didn't turn around. "It's waiting for you to come to it."
The footsteps disappeared into the depths of the passage.
The white tiger walked over and nudged Zhang Yan's leg with its head.
Sensors indicate that the lights and remaining personnel have been evacuated from the drilling tunnel.
Zhang Yan bent down and picked up the storage device.
He looked up at the door. The black sphere floated quietly, with liquid metal flowing slowly within it.
It requires you to live until you reach the seventh door.
Zhang Yan put the storage device into the inner bag and then climbed onto the White Tiger.
"Walk."
The white tiger climbed vertically upwards along the drilling tunnel and emerged from the ground ten minutes later.
The blinding sunlight of the Sahara shone down.
Zhang Yan stood in the desert and took out his phone. The moment the signal was restored, twenty-three unread messages flooded in.
They all belong to Nie Qingcheng.
The last message, from four minutes ago: "You've exceeded your time limit."
Zhang Yan dialed the number, and it was answered after ringing for half a time.
"Speak," Nie Qingcheng said, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.
"The door lock is fixed, the crack is repaired, and the person is gone."
"Your voice doesn't sound right."
Zhang Yan was silent for two seconds: "I'll tell you when we get back."
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
"The porridge is in the pot."