The Earth Calendar is 2909 A.D. Spring.

On earth is the time when everything recovers, and winter turns to spring.

In the Nameless Fleet, Tong Ling slowly stood up from the freezer, and countless pieces of combat uniforms flew out of the eight cargo boxes next to the freezer, swirling in the sky, splicing one piece after another at a very fast speed.

Her freezer is unlike any other, with its own huge storeroom.

Next to her freezer is the T100 Forgai armor, which has been modified countless times and is very different from the prototype from years ago.

This is to facilitate that when there is an urgent mission need, Tong Ling can enter the armor as soon as she wakes up and intervene in the battle.

For many years, she has been the anchor of the Nameless Fleet.

It's the same today, and even more important than ever.

At any time and in the hearts of any generation, her existence has an extremely noble significance.

The inheritors of the fleet have never seen the rise of humanity from Lone Star to the faltering steps and difficulties of the entire Morrowind Empire, and they lack reverence for generations of colonial pioneers, and always think that with human technology, it is easy to take root from one planet to another.

They subconsciously ignored the hardships of the pioneers who walked out of the earth recorded in the historical materials, and even ignored the tragic pain when the pioneers left their homeland to go to the distant starry sky and fight with the alien nature when the level of science and technology was not enough.

They take everything they have now for granted, and the alien storms that their ancestors encountered when they were exploring the planet, the invasion of alien creatures, and the breakdown of catastrophic ships that led to the destruction of the entire army in an instant are ancient stories, not the blood and tears shed by their ancestors.

However, in the process of growing up, almost all of them have seen the living legend with their own eyes, and have seen Tong Ling wear the armor that has been wounded thousands of times again and again, and then repaired thousands of times to rush into the enemy formation.

Everyone knows that it is precisely because Tong Ling gave up her soul and turned herself into the sharpest sword, the strongest warrior, and the most conscientious instructor of mankind so far that human beings were able to avoid the risk of exposure again and again in this two-hundred-year voyage, reach their current position, and reproduce the current population.

Tong Ling is a living legend in the fleet, there is no doubt about it.

The Liberal Will Alliance denied the significance of the fleet's advance, the most noble ideals pursued by the first generation, and the oath made by the first generation of expedition members represented by Qin Guang when they advanced, but it also never denied Tong Ling's courage and prestige in armor and battle.

The coup d'état was carried out with free will, and Tong Ling's dormant period in the regular flight was also deliberately chosen.

Some people even want to take Tong Ling away from the freeze, hoping that when the totem wakes up, he can see a new human civilization in another star system.

But what should happen, will happen.

Man's sharpest knife is only unsheathed when it is most critical.

Tong Ling, who has straightened all her feelings, has both the most compassionate kindness, but also the most ruthless determination.

She no longer thinks about the meaning of life, whether the enemy is human or compound eyes, or whatever.

In her world, there are only two points and one line.

The two points are oneself and the enemy, and the first line is the line of blood that bursts out when the enemy is smashed.

It took only 0.1 seconds for Tong Ling to complete the exchange of information with the Doomsday Suppression Program.

In her combat retinal projection, the annotation was completed in an instant.

Tens of thousands of ships and hundreds of millions of combat units are colored in two colors.

The smaller part of it, which is red, is human.

This is the first time that mankind has marked its own ships in red since entering the interstellar age.

In the course of history, in fact, some things will happen sooner or later, and they are unstoppable.

Due to Chen Feng's previous existence and the belief passed down by Chen Feng, the birth of red belonging to his own people has been postponed for hundreds of years, but some things will be late, but they will not be missing.

Civilization is like a person, in the course of a person's life, some cancer cells are destined to be produced in the body.

If the immune system is suppressed in time, these cancer cells will disappear silently.

If left unchecked, or if the immune system fails, the cancer cells will spread until they engulf the person whole.

T100 equipment self-test is on.

The self-test is fast.

1%、5%、11%…… 80%……

At the same time that Tong Ling's armor self-test was about to be completed, a team of free-will fighters wearing portable armor of almost the same height appeared in front of Tang Yingyu's door.

Boom!

The door was blasted open.

Tang Yinghu was floating in front of the window, quietly looking out of the window.

She couldn't see the beautiful virtual starry sky anymore.

The aftermath of the war unleashed by the Alliance of Free Will destroyed the projection of the artificial starry sky that existed for aesthetic purposes.

The movement behind did not make Tang Yinghu look back, her eyes were still looking into the distance, her left hand pressed on the window frame, and her right hand caressed her lower abdomen.

Tang Ying's strange composure made the armored warriors at the door confused.

Bill Claston's expression was distorted and angry as he raised his right hand and aimed the beam gun on his forearm at Tang Yingyu's door.

His eyes were full of anger that threatened to devour the starry sky.

His clenched teeth helped the muscles tense like a nuclear bomb a moment before it exploded.

Before becoming a warrior, Bill Claston was a member of the chromosome 11 compilation group of the Nuwa Project's Chromosome Information Institute.

His work is very boring and uncreative, that is, he works with intelligence to manually check whether the permutations and combinations of chromosome 11 are feasible.

The work content is to get a new set of data from the previous section, enter it into the intelligent core, start the calculation, wait for the data to collapse during the calculation, and then find the point where the collapse occurred, and judge and screen the possible causes of the collapse through the subjective thinking that only belongs to human beings, organize it into a table, and report it to the command center of the Nuwa Project.

In the whole artificial gene marshalling work, this is already a relatively late process, and there is no clear evaluation of success, and the work content is all based on the chromosome vector formed by constantly adjusting the arrangement and combination according to the different depth of information in the previous process.

Since coming of age in 2877 and passing the entrance examination, Bill has been dealing with chromosome 11 for thirty years.

For thirty years, the moment he opened his eyes every day, what rolled repeatedly in his brain, and what appeared in his retina was the data packet from the previous process.

As a third-generation human, Bill is active by nature and tall and tall.

After years of engaging in such a boring job, looking at the two points and one line of his life that seemed to be able to see the end at a glance, he gradually felt impatient and hopeless in his heart, and developed an inexplicable hatred for Tang Yingque, the only recipient of the Nuwa Project he had never met.

As soon as the tentacles of the Free Will Alliance touched him, he did not hesitate to join them, and began military training after 2907.

Just two years later, Bill Claston became an A-Class combatant.

His hatred and anger towards Tang Yinghu were ignited at the moment when he passed the A-level evaluation.

In his heart, it was Tang Yinghu, a woman who did not give birth, who destroyed his life and caused him to fall into the eternal torture of that unlucky job.

Now that he had the opportunity to attack the resident ship, he did not hesitate to lead his team to kill here.

Before opening the door, he didn't plan what he was going to do next, maybe he just wanted to smash the door open to see if the woman inside had three heads and six arms, otherwise why would he destroy the lives of so many people.

Now he saw Tang Yinglu's back, and the ray gun on his arm was aimed at the back of the man's head, but he fell into confusion.

Kill?

Don't kill?

Killing her can turn Nuwa's plan into a dream bubble, and let all those who suffer as much as they once were themselves be relieved of their souls?

But......

Bill's emotions told him to pull the trigger.

With one shot, all the souls who died of exhaustion in Nuwa's plan will be comforted.

But reason was telling him that the stakes were high, and that the great future of humanity was distant, and that it had nothing to do with itself.

This pull of the trigger is destined to make him a historical sinner even more notorious than Judas, and at the same time, it completely denies the meaning of his previous thirty years of life and the dedication and struggle of more people.

"Whew! Call! Call! Captain, eight Doom Guardian Type 2 are coming our way, and we have thirty seconds to go, what are we going to do? True...... Are you really going to kill her? ”

After two seconds of painful thought, Bill reminded in a hurried tone.

The Doom Guardian is not a standing force of the fleet, and in the past, this individual intelligent weapon, which is similar in size to a normal human, only existed in the database of the brain.

But with the outbreak of armed conflict, the Doomsday Suppression program began to create this new type of combat unit in each ship at a breakneck pace, whose function was to purge the rebels inside the ship, and it was powerful, explosive, and ferocious.

Bill Clairstone was shocked when he heard this, his eyes quickly condensed, and his finger muscles slowly tensed.

Boom!

This shot did not hit Tang Yingyu.

A short figure was between the ray gun and Tang Ying, and a large hole was broken in his chest.

Compared to regular fleet soldiers, the combat uniforms of the Free Will Alliance soldiers are not equipped with a medical support system that requires the support of super artificial intelligence servers, and cannot heal the fatal injuries of this torso, and can only be short-lived by injecting hormones and physically sealing the wounds.

"What are you doing!"

Bill stared at the man dumbfounded.

The person who was hit slowly removed his helmet, mouthfuls of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

It was a young face, with a painful and distorted look on his face.

This man is another member of Bill's team, a third-generation teenager.

"Captain, she's Nuwa! He is the conceived of the wife of the sage! We just want to perpetuate humanity in our own way, not destroy our civilization! Don't ......, Captain She didn't do anything wrong, she didn't even have a will of her own. ”

Stimulated by hormones, the free-will warrior with a hole in his chest finished saying this, and then collapsed with a bang.

The energy reaction of the ray gun finally made Tang Yinghu turn around.

Bill's gaze slowly moved up from his teammate's corpse, and then met Tang Ying's eyes.

His breath stopped, and his heart felt like someone was pinching.

His mind went blank, with only a few lingering questions.

What kind of eyes are these?

Why is it so hollow, yet as deep as the Milky Way, and as if there is a sea of blood boiling inside?

What are the thoughts that are churning in this woman's mind every day?

Does she know that she herself is reproductively isolated from humans?

Does she know that she and humans are not the same creature?

What does she think of the humans who created her?

Does she know what the purpose of her existence is?

As Bill was stunned, his teammates in the rear reminded him that the Doom Guardians were about to arrive.

"Stun her, grab her, and send her to freezing!"

Bill finally made up his mind and slowly raised his legs and walked forward.

But in the next moment, Tang Yinghu's empty eyes suddenly focused, no longer confused, only a sky-boiling killing intent.

Tang Yingyu's slender left hand patted lightly on the window frame, and her figure disappeared.

Bill pounced.

In the next moment, Tang Yinghu appeared next to the fallen warrior's corpse, and his right hand pulled out the neutron membrane tactical dagger from the soldier's corpse's waist.

At the moment when she drew her knife, her dagger seemed to be lightly picked up on the floor, splashing sparks into the sky.

Her body began to spin and change direction at high speed, like a blooming blood-red rose.

The blade slashed diagonally in front of one of the team's members.

Blood sprang up from the neck of the freewill alliance warrior.

Tang Yinghu's knife cut into the gap in the snake scale structure of the armor neck guard with extreme accuracy.

The weightless cabin began to spill liquid, both red blood and crystal tears.

"Shoot! Kill her! ”

Bill Claston watched another teammate fall, fell into great panic and anger, and tried to target Tang Yinghu again in a series of roars.

However, Tang Yinghu's movements were too fast, and he couldn't aim at all with the ray gun alone.

One by one, his team fell.

Bill didn't hesitate any longer, took a step back, and opened the cover on the back of his right hand, where there was a red button.

When pressed, his portable armor will instantly release all of its energy, causing a massive explosion.

At this time, the Nuwa Project working group on the resident ship, which was responsible for taking care of Tang Yingyu's diet, daily life and health, had already fallen into great chaos and panic.

The distress signal went out like a volcanic eruption.

More and more Guardians of Doom are coming here.

At the same time, a woman's voice sounded in the working group's mind-catching group.

This is Tang Yinghu's mental activity.

For decades, the mind capture team has only been able to collect empty white noise, and this is the first time in history that a human consciousness has been found in Tang Yinghu's brain.

"I don't know what I'm living for, what I'm fighting for.

Perhaps, as you say, I am a stumbling block in the lives of countless of you.

But I don't have to repent because I haven't done anything wrong.

I never wanted to live, I just couldn't let him die.

I don't want to kill you either.

I want to make friends with you.

I'm really, really, in pain. ”