If there's anything that makes people hopeless, it's the situation we're in right now.

After the explosion of 00 modified anti-tank low-frequency infrasound mines, a series of balls of light exploded on the shell of the super will, and then what we expected to happen did not appear. The super will continued to pulsate unaffected, and the impact of the anti-tank mines was even less profound than that of the previous shelling.

"How so!"

This is the sound I hear the most in the communication loop. Now even if you know that anti-tank mines are ineffective, you can't go back. I ordered the minelayers to continue to drop all the remaining anti-tank mines. As batches of tiny dots streaked across the void and fell onto the black-red shells, the roar of the explosion and the orange-red flashes remained, all that remained was the sighs and unbelievable screams of the warriors.

No less than dozens of experiences in the worst of conditions have saved me from falling into the abyss of despair right now. Using the sighting device, I wanted to see if my allies could deal with the behemoth in front of me.

The strange looking weapon, as if it had just been dragged out of the laboratory, and which had not even had time to be neatly arranged in the shell, lit up like a star as the east and west front of its accelerated orbit like a cannon barrel and a shrunken starship.

The flash of light turns the daytime spark into a dark place, with only the tip of the barrel and the surface of the target glowing. After a still scene, it was a raging air flow mixed with the screaming of continuous air. Many warriors who did not have a fixed body were even involuntarily sucked into the air by the cyclone, and then fell down with their claws in a flamboyant dance.

There was shouting and wailing in the communication circuit. I didn't bother to confirm the situation of the soldiers who had been affected, and I couldn't wait to confirm whether Mrs. Wall's attack was effective.

The smoke, debris, and light gradually dissipated, and a large black hole appeared in the black-red shell of the Super Will, and the depths of the hole continued to flow out of the pale red cover. After a while, the hole was blocked by some mechanism, and the liquid stopped flowing out.

This is the only blow that can deal damage to the super will so far. But when I saw Mrs. Wall's work, my heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

For a organism as large as a mountain, a wound the thickness of a bowl mouth is really not harmful. And looking at Mrs. Wall's preparations, as well as the posture of the pull-out, this kind of cannon with great power is very likely to be a test model, and it may not be able to hit continuously.

Sure enough, after firing once, a large number of construction robots rushed forward, more like replacing some components on the gun, and the launch of the second gun could not start for a long time.

Suddenly, a substantial cyan beam pierced Mrs. Wall's test cannon. Even several construction robots were affected. Like a fencer stabbing a foil and then quickly retracting it, this attack is swift and unexpected. I don't think most of you know why, but only saw the explosion of Mrs. Wall's test run.

I did observe the whole story of the test run explosion, and immediately realized what had just happened.

"It's not good, everyone retreats immediately, the farther away from Super Will the better!"

"What sir? Twelve hours and still haven't ......"

Before the words of the tactical staff were finished, they were cut off by some unknown force.

What I saw was a helmeted warrior holding his neck tightly and then helplessly reaching out to grab it in mid-air. When he fell to the ground like a corpse on any battlefield, my brain also felt the mental impact of a huge wave. It is a bioelectrical impulse that covers a wide range of areas and is far more powerful than the average commanding subhuman.

I only had time to protect my consciousness in the impact according to my previous experience, and to use the potential that was stimulated in my brain with all my might, and to protect myself tightly. In the communication loop, at this time, it was already covered with unknown roars, and tens of thousands of soldiers, as if enchanted, were wandering and staggering in their hands and feet. Some of the soldiers began to raise their assault rifles in the hope of their comrades around them to open fire, and soon the soldiers who fired fell on their own, becoming a corpse.

Inside the troops' positions, explosions and gunfire were constantly heard, and soon the heavy infantry and heavy tanks joined the chaos. Basically, the affected combat units either fell directly or collapsed after a series of frantic struggles. Not to mention maintaining normal order, the whole army was like a collective stroke, struggling in the waves of invisible mental shock.

I turned my head with difficulty to make sure the optical sighting system was still working. Lady Wall of the friendly army seems to be ...... Mrs. Wall's troops in front of me were already in a pot of porridge by this time. A large amount of light and heavy equipment was destroyed in the staggered lines of fire. This is clearly an out-of-control force. After the mechanical infantry kills each other, there is only one end to destruction.

The mental shock maintained a steady intensity, neither more intense nor relaxed. However, at this intensity, I can barely move, and the slightest movement will weaken my brain's defenses, and my consciousness will be blurred. All I could feel was the satisfied anger and hatred in my chest, the desire to break or tear everything around me, and then I began to hate myself, thinking about killing myself with a pistol.

At the moment when my pistol was already on my visor, I regained consciousness and forcibly suppressed the strange feeling. Most of the comrades-in-arms around me should have experienced such a process. It's a pity that their brains have not been developed to their potential, and it is impossible for them to withstand the impact of brain impacts. Those with weaker abilities may be killed directly by the impact, while those with stronger abilities will lose themselves in this unprovoked anger and go berserk.

In the headphones, the roar gradually became smaller, and the explosions and gunfire around him became more and more thin. This is not because the situation is getting better, but because there are fewer and fewer surviving soldiers.

I am like a drowning person, I can no longer care about the people around me, I no longer feel sad, everything has become thin in the desire to survive.

Gradually, there was no noise except for the wind. Using my only neck that could turn, and the optical sighting system, I saw a dead silence. Whether it is the interstellar infantry or the mechanical warriors, now they are either corpses or wreckage, and the dawn of victory that they once saw now feels like nothing more than a delusional dream.

The emotional shock of the raging waves finally began to subside, and I had the freedom to move.

What now? Looking at the corpses and wreckage next to Super Will, I felt helpless like a baby.

......

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The pillars of fire from the sky represent the trajectory of the starship's landing, and the appearance of a total of 17 pillars of fire means that the starship cores are fully dispatched.

Rather than lingering, I turned on the optical communications that connected to the sky. I told the fleet about the early awakening of the superwill, as well as the fact that the ground forces were all killed. There was no anger or blame in my contact, and if it had been before the war, I would have been furious and scolded Kramer, the initiator, and cursed the damned Branders for not dying well, but now, the troops have experienced unprecedented casualties, and it seems to me that I have suddenly seen something, and the so-called life, which is more important than anything else in my eyes, is in fact so cheap and small in war. With a single use of his brain, the Super Will has killed tens of thousands of human warriors and nearly 100,000 mechs. No matter how advanced the equipment you have, no matter how strong the protection you have, it will be useless under the pressure of this absolute bioelectric impulse.

Now it's not so much imitation and fear as I am extremely disappointed. There are doubts about the inadequacy of their own capabilities, about the capabilities of the troops and even the fleet. I doubt the idea of combat itself. Maybe we, as ants, shouldn't have the idea of resisting at all, maybe we can live longer.

The fleet responded to my narrative. Yes, I didn't ask for it, I didn't have any other intentions, I just told them what had just happened. Because I think that no one can do anything anymore, in the face of absolute power, in the face of super will, what Wolf's mechanical civilization, what pride in the legitimacy of human civilization, all this seems so pale and ridiculous.

However, the response from the fleet was 17 battleships, and the battleships piloted by the 17 starship core girls landed on Mars together.

What do they want to do? To fight against the Super Will? The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient.

The idea I have now is not to remind the girls how far they can go, but to use an attitude that it is not their business to hang high, and want to see the starship core kill themselves.

Immediately, a deep feeling of self-loathing rose in my heart, and I reprimanded myself angrily before I gradually came to my senses. That scene just now made me break out in a cold sweat.

Even if I wasn't affected by the mental shock, I was gradually losing myself. This is a kind of mental suicide. I don't know what could be causing it, maybe it's seeing too much death, or maybe it's because of the guilt that I was the only one who survived. Anyway, at that moment, I felt like a selfish devil. When the mood came, it was like a colleague who had a serious illness and was weak, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of a real feeling for the rest of my life.

Unexpectedly, even if the effects of the mental shock were removed, I was instead led to the most dangerous moment. Is my real enemy the god-like superwill, or is it me?

"Kiana, what are you going to do next? Go back! This guy is not what we thought he was, and numbers alone can't win. ”

"This is Kiana, please don't say that, at least it's not a god, it still has something that can't be killed."

"Humph! Just thinking about it can sweep away all the attacking troops here, and there is anything he can't kill, don't be stupid, go back quickly! ”

"And how do you explain that you're still alive?! Ping, the fact that you are alive proves that it is not omnipotent, I think we can try the strategy used in the original reconnaissance, and in a moment we will go into a state of self-isolation and bombard it with the weapons of the battleship, you get out of there quickly, I don't want to see you dodge all the enemy attacks, but die from our accidental wounds. ”

After Kiana's reminder, I realized that my existence was a testament to the weakness of the super will. The fact that he failed to kill me twice in a row proves that my defense strategy and the defense methods of the starship cores were effective when I first detected it. Although the girls who participated in the investigation afterwards had mentioned that the autistic mode could not completely eliminate the influence of mental shock, the starship cores were not ordinary people, and their brains had also been strengthened. This method is worth trying, especially nowadays, when the super will is not defended because of the arrival on Mars.

Once I figured it out, I started to take action. At this point, it's not wise to start the car, and I don't want to alert the superwill. So I chose the slowest and most slender-looking means of running on foot, but with a great hope of fooling the super will. If Super Will saw such a small creature as me, trying to escape its influence by running, it would have laughed out loud.

Anyway, I tried my best to run around the Super Will, in the desert caused by the explosion, and even with the help of the jetpack, I felt that this speed was too slow. The direct bombardment of battleship-level weapons, especially the close-range bombardment carried out in order to improve accuracy and lethality, has an area of influence of more than 100 kilometers, and if you want to escape the impact of the attack on foot, it is not enough to just open the distance, but also to rely on the protection of bunkers. My target was the low-lying facilities of the former Martian Defense Force, and only inside those facilities could I escape the effects of the bombardment.

A peculiar, stared at feeling was so strong that I didn't have to perceive it in my head to understand that I was being targeted by a superwill. I wonder why this guy has time to deal with such an ant as me, and it is impossible for Kiana to go undetected when they are so close. It is estimated that there is a starship that is confident that it can destroy the incoming attacker with mental shock, so it is so easy.

I wish I could see the face of the Super Will in shock because it had failed to have a mental shock, if it had a mouth and a face.

As a strong sense of locking in, I realized that the attack of the Super Will was about to grow old, and that the cyan pulse of light that had destroyed Mrs. Wall's test cannon was its means of attack. I'm going to put aside my focus on the core of the starship in the sky for a moment. Focusing on feeling the gaze from behind, I activated the side jet of the jetpack as a pinprick-like spirit locking beam appeared, and the blue and white light almost blinded my eyes, although it was only for a moment. Under the white vast field of vision, I can only rely on brain perception to move forward.

Not far in front of him, there was a roar of air currents, and countless debris slammed into helmets and infantry combat uniforms. I've dodged the attack of the Super Will, and this is the third time. I'm starting to feel that maybe I'm really its weakness. The first or second time may be luck, and the third miss can only mean that I am indeed capable of escaping its pursuit.

The vision gradually recovered, and the mental lock behind him stinged again. This time I lunged forward, and as expected, the blue-white pulse lost its target again.

After several successful dodges of attacks, the invincible influence of super will in my mind is waning. It does make mistakes, it is not omniscient, it can be overcome.

Renewed hope, I began to look forward to the success of the Starship Cores, and then a wave of mental shock similar to the previous one struck me. The psychic attack of the super will has finally begun. I understand that this blow is not aimed at me as an ant, but directly at the starship cores in low earth orbit.

Hopefully they will succeed.