The dark red angels swarmed in and opened fire with impunity.

The leader was a young man with his eyes closed, six mechanical arms, and wriggling mechanical tentacles underneath him.

He reached out and easily tore open the touchscreen panel in the elevator room. One of the two tentacles underneath him is plugged into the connector, and the other is connected to a wire. Soon, the elevator that stopped on the first floor in front of them automatically rose upward.

Immediately afterward, the narrow, darkened floor of the elevator hall leading to the basement automatically deformed, revealing a deeper elevator passage.

Instead of waiting for the elevator, the angels jumped straight down with the man.

Originally, the basement that could be reached by elevator was only from the first basement floor to the fourth floor. But after unlocking the special passage, they now jumped and fell into free fall for more than ten seconds, and they haven't touched the bottom yet.

Suddenly, as the young man's speed plummeted, the whole person floated, and the angels behind him slowed down at the same time.

There is no need for talking, no discussion – and no communication for the whole process.

They act as if they have accepted some kind of "apocalypse", and they are always accepting their new tasks without hesitation.

The angels who were injured by the counterattack of the security forces in Tian'en Park were sent to the back row in a steady stream.

The "Punishers" who were turned black by the halo, the "Healers" who manipulated gravity to lift up, were constantly repairing their bodies, and they were all wearing the same style of blindfolds and tubes like data cables stuck in their heads, but the halos and wings of light had turned into hazy white light. While losing the ability to fly and shoot from a distance, he gained the power to heal his companions.

The cured angels immediately flew to the front again, keeping the barrage of fire uninterrupted.

It's like an advanced artificial intelligence, learning the theoretical operations that humans can't reproduce in real-time strategy games - such as perfectly spreading the puppy out in a circle at the moment when the tank fires; Or pull all the injured front-row troops to the back row when they are about to lose the damage, without affecting the overall forward and output. Not to mention the simple operation of avoiding all the damage that is not necessarily necessary by clever dodging.

It's as if hundreds of billions of locusts are flying all over the world. Even if you hold a flamethrower and shoot down a few hundred or a few thousand, it will not help at all.

It was a sense of powerlessness based on despair.

Coupled with the fact that their network was cut off, no one could organize an effective counterattack - which made them have no desire to resist, even though they still have the strength to resist.

No matter how much damage you deal to, you will run away before you can completely shoot them down, and in the blink of an eye, you will be easily healed by the opponent's healer. And any high-power weapon will first kill your own civilians and even your important people in the middle of the battlefield. And it is also possible that the angels have mastered a certain defensive posture, and even if they are really ruthless, they may not be able to cause effective damage to the other party.

Although the communication was cut off, the vision was obscured, and the intelligent aiming ability was neutralized, but what really made them give up resistance was the machine-like precision and error-free battlefield execution ability, as well as the continuous regenerative power.

In fact, it is.

"Angels of the Church..."

A deep voice rang out, "And you, false Torkiphath. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Guarded here are middle-aged elven women with long dark purple hair who look to be in their forties. She is plump as a dancer, looks like a good pianist in temperament, and is so serious that she looks like a teaching director with a straight face.

And Tokifat had no surprise at her arrival.

"Oh, Zefar."

Divine and solemn, like a bodhisattva and like an angel, Torkiphat calmly said, "Because he dominates the 'irretrievable choice,' he senses our behavior."

"So I know I can't convince you."

The elf known as Zefar didn't say much at all.

Her pupils directly reflected a brilliant brilliance, and behind her unfolded

A mirage-like light curtain. Countless auras floated up, and the faint green light like floating cannons was aimed at them.

It is a dissociative beam capable of breaking down all matter. Once hit, it will completely disintegrate and cannot be resuscitated.

It was a spell that matched her fate, the "irretrievable choice".

But seeing this, Torkifate smiled inexplicably.

He didn't even resist at all, and he didn't have a defense.

I saw that the "angels" behind him rushed directly without fear of death.

Under Zefar's stunned gaze, all the angels switched their auras to brilliant gold—they had nothing to dodge or flee from.

They used their bodies to directly intercept the light cannons one after another.

And the moment the light cannon stopped, all the remaining angels chose to self-detonate! Their bodies turned into clumps of light powder. As the gold gradually stained Zefar's body, it took only three seconds for her body to harden into a pure gold sculpture, and her face still had a look of consternation.

"Although I am only a false Torkiphat and have not inherited the true 'Destiny of Prophecy...... But I can also predict your actions."

Torkifat said leisurely, "Because you old things are some bastards who want to die. Even if you know that I am not good, you can't sacrifice your life to start a miracle the moment you see me.

"If you had gone back a thousand years, maybe you would have made this decision. But now you have lost your courage."

The white-haired young man walked over, gently touched the face of Zefar's pure gold sculpture, and said gently, "But I want to correct you. We're not backward and hypocritical like mechanical angels...... Rather, it is the real angel who has completed the 'descending from God'.

"True eternal life has been attained, and the mind has reached a perfect unity with all mankind. Transcending the perfect existence of human intelligence, he backs up his mind and transmits it back to the shell of his former mortal

"—a true immortal thing that can use all the power of the Holy Order as he pleases."

…… Andrew, did he really do it.

Although his body was sealed, Zefar, whose mind was not frozen because of his eternal soul, felt incredulous.

Cyber Immortal, Man-made Gods -

Upload your own thoughts and merge them with others to build a new "god".

Zefar quickly realized their purpose.

That's the Dragon's Heart of Happiness Island!

It is not only a perpetual motion machine for energy supply, but also the intellectual heart of Kübler. It is also the main engine of the remote control of the research ship codenamed "Kübler".

None of the "dragons" of the seven islands were battleships - because the first ones to go crazy were battleships.

Zhurong, Kübler, and Ma'at are all engineering ships, Maria is an immigration ship, Einstein and Lomonosov are research ships, and Hudson is a mining barge.

Both the Grey Dome and the Tower of the End are built from engineering ships. The Engineering Ship, on the other hand, can modify the Mother Tree System, the Grey Dome Device, and the Tower of the End!

- You don't need to go through a collective vote, you can go around directly through the back door of the engineering ship!