Every day, a large number of galaxies become barren galaxies.

Aside from the fact that stars produce energy, no planet has a resource.

In the year of the Crisis of Correction, the human power in the galaxy has been reduced to a very low percentage.

In particular, the impact of the broken window effect.

Once the final line of defense is breached, the entire power structure will collapse and go to extinction.

Today, the forces still standing in the galaxy basically rely on the star gate to maintain their defensive strength.

"I don't know what's going on over there with Greywind."

In the orbital star ring in Great Xia, Chu Hua stood in front of the transparent curtain wall, looked at the main star of Great Xia and muttered.

It's almost the last moment.

As strong as the Dawn Community, during the week, Xingzhong District finally lost.

The number and strength of the fleet that corrected the crisis had already exceeded the defense capability of the Great Xia Empire's fleet.

In the case of retreat on the front, if the Fuhua District is also lost.

The people in the Dawn Community are about to run away to the L Star Zone.

It's a helpless choice.

If it continues, I am afraid that the resources will be completely exhausted, and the construction project in the L sector will not be able to proceed.

Chu Hua returned to his seat and looked at the star map a little speechless.

Grey Wind is also out of touch.

Could it be that even the Guardians can't handle the crisis?

In such a situation, Chu Hua did not give up directly, and was still thinking about what could be done to break the situation.

The light of the warning message swept over his face over and over again, revealing a slightly tired look.

And just as Chu Hua was pondering, there was a slight vibration on the desktop.

He looked intently, and it turned out to be the star monument!

"Is it possible? Can I break through like the story?"

Chu Hua felt a hint of joy.

He knew how mysterious the Star Monument was.

If we can bring incredible power in this time of crisis, then the Dawn Community may be saved!

If you're optimistic, it's possible to save the galaxy.

"I wonder what will happen?"

With full curiosity, Chu Hua held the Star Monument in his hand, expecting some special changes in it.

The cold touch came from his hand, and the flickering starlight lines shone on Chu Hua's face.

And then.

For more than ten seconds, there was no movement at the Star Obelin.

For a few minutes, it was still the same.

"......" Chu Hua frowned as he looked at the Star Monument in his hand.

What do you mean, it's okay to stretch?

After a long time, there were still no surprises on the Star Obelin.

Chu Hua shook his head, and put it back on the table with some dejection.

"Maybe it's my own overthinking that caused me to hallucinate......

Then, not long after he sighed, the former Star Governor Kotana sent him a communication request.

At the time of life and death, she once again exerted her spare strength for the people of Great Xia.

"Your Majesty, the bill on the Star Sea Community has been passed, and on the issue of the base site, 63% of the members agree to establish it within the Earth Star United Nations."

Cortana was still so professional, she continued, "If you can, you can go, and the remaining empires will soon arrive in the territory of the Earth Federation to complete the final administrative studies."

If you can, it's best not to leave the galaxy.

The birth of the Xinghai Community was born for this matter.

Chu Hua nodded, agreed with Cortana's plan, got up and walked out of the command room.

I wonder if in the face of the end-to-end crisis, can mankind really abandon its past suspicions and cooperate in an all-round way?

With this doubt, Chu Hua boarded the ship to the Earth Alliance.

At this time, the Star Monument, which had been quiet, shook again.

What's even more amazing is that a figure suddenly appeared.

Although the appearance is a little blurry, you can vaguely see that it is a boy.

Then, another figure appeared, standing beside him.

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Grey Wind can't guarantee his success.

Strictly speaking, she can't even estimate the probability of success.

Maybe she has been living in human society for a long time, and at this time, she doesn't know why she believes in the words "man will conquer heaven".

"Please intercept it for a while, and spread out some of the computing power of the Correction Protocol so that I have enough room to invade."

After the Knowledge Manager and the Mystic Observer finalized a solution, Greywind suggested trying again.

The two Guardians were silent for a moment, speculating if the invasion plan given by Grey Wind would work.

After discussing the meeting with the Mystic Observer, Knowledge Manager Osvid shook his head at Grey Wind, "Sorry, we think the odds of your plan succeeding are too low."

"If it drags on, maybe even you will be assimilated into the Correction Agreement, and a sapient lifeform will be troublesome enough.....

Osvid said it tactfully, but it was clear.

And the more complete the Correction Protocol, the more entropy they have to use.

To be on the safe side, it's safer to deal with it directly.

The plan was rejected, and Gray Wind had no solution for the time being.

She didn't dare to say that she had been assimilated by the Correction Agreement, and if she did, she would definitely think that she was cooperating with the Correction Agreement to delay her growth.

Eventually, Grey Wind reassured the two of them.

"Just ten days, if it doesn't work out within ten days, you can activate your weapons."

Osvid looked at Gray Wind, and with such a persistent appearance, he didn't feel like a mercenary intelligent machine race.

He thought for a moment, talked to the occult observer again, and said, "We've probed, the Clearance Protocol is just building combat units, the consumption of resources is not proportional, it must be building something dangerous, so, ten days is a bit dangerous."

"Up to 130 standard hours, that's the deadline. Although it will not be that fast for the Purges to actually take power, the rate of growth will peak at that moment."

Osvid gave a deadline that could be vacated.

"Okay, I'll try to fix this!"

In such a situation, Grey Wind still gave her assurance.

As a result, the intensity of the battle suddenly increased.

Knowledge Managers and Mystic Observers have stepped up their interception efforts, filling the area vacated by the Guardians of the Holy Land.

At the same time, the second Cyberspace showdown has officially begun!

Grey Wind is back in cyberspace.

But this time, it was not to defeat the Correction Agreement.

The other party is so tough, how can he fight.

All she has to do is find the true owner of the cyberspace.

HAL!

That's right, don't look at the ancient caretaker is confused, but at the bottom of the bottom, there must still be his figure.

It's just that due to the growth of the Correction Agreement, he was locked in some secret space.

"Human, it's up to you to fight."

The endless cyberspace reappears in front of the gray wind.

Her data body state instantly collapsed into particles, flying towards the endless space.

The Correction Protocol immediately sensed Grey Wind's movements.

But it didn't care too much.

It is impossible for the other party to have an impact here, and there is no authority for any action other than retrieving data.

time, dozens of hours passed quickly.

Gray Wind particles still roam the cyberspace.

"Is it already this point? No wonder Osveld feels dangerous."

She was constantly searching for the last piece of pure land that belonged to HAL.

Again, there is no hindrance

In the case of blocking, if the Rectification Agreement comes to make trouble, I am afraid it will be even more troublesome.

Finally, eighty-five hours later, the gray wind particles arrived in front of a white wall of data.

The reunited Grey Wind looked under the white wall of data.

There, there are countless data bodies created by the Correction Protocol.

Their sole purpose is to break through the data white wall, capture the last data module, seize permissions, and achieve ultimate control.

Grey Wind looked at his body.

At this time, she is actually no different from the data body of the Correction Protocol.

"I'm going to be a gravedigger!"

In an instant, the gray wind directly crashed into the white wall of data.

This kind of behavior was known to the Correction Agreement as soon as possible.

It still didn't care.

Rather, that's what it wants to do.

The pull of the data made Gray Wind feel a state of confusion.

This white wall of data is a firewall for the Caretakers of the Ancients.

Today's gray wind is the so-called virus.

Crashing into it like this is basically no different from sending it to death.

"Hmph, don't underestimate my camouflage skills!"

After the "firewall" was torn apart for a long time, Grey Wind successfully obtained the verification information and went straight through the white wall.

All of the data created by the Correction Protocol froze in place, and the indicator turned to the spot where Greywind was gone.

Another error message appears in the correction protocol data.

It couldn't understand why everyone was a correction agreement, and why that data body was able to break through the final front?

"Hah!"

A reddish gray wind enters the white wall of data.

Here, it's the endless white, and it seems that she is so unconventional.

The grey wind continues to move forward in this white world.

Soon, an old door appeared in front of her, similar in shape to the door of an industrial-era house.

"That's the heart of HAL."

She pressed the doorknob and pushed in.

Inside, there is a somewhat cosy living room.

There was a little boy with blond hair, sitting on a blanket spread on the floor, in front of an old monitor.

The arrival of the gray wind made him turn his head with a somewhat surprised expression.

"You can bypass the verification system?"

Grey Wind stepped through the door, closed it, and exhaled.

"I was right."

She walked over to the couch and sat down somewhat relaxed.

Although Grey Wind was unceremonious, the little boy HAL didn't care, turning his gaze back to the monitor.

"This is a display device from a long, long time ago, called a TV." Grey Wind said as he sat behind the little boy HAL, watching the TV.

THE LITTLE BOY HAL NODDED, AND ONLY REPLIED, "YES."

Grey Wind fell silent and looked at the TV screen together.

In that 14-inch TV, a record of her life in Daxia was played.

HAL was flipping through the data of Gray Wind through the way of images.

I don't know how long it took.

HAL ASKED GREY WIND, "DO YOU LIKE HUMANS?"

Faced with this question, Gray Wind was silent for a while, and replied, "What do you say, it's okay?"

HAL picked up the remote control and let the TV switch to a different screen.

It's also a bit like a gray wind life record.

At this moment, HAL tells Grey Wind where he came from.

He was created by a race that resembled human beings.

The duty is to create joy for those who have lost children or have no offspring.

Yes, the dignified guardian of the galaxy, the predecessor was just an artificial intelligence companion machine.

"I know how you broke through the firewall."

SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING, HAL HAS

Some suddenly realized.

Greywind nodded, "That's right, it's the human who tried to be your CPU."

Whether it's the Purification Protocol, or the Ancient Caretaker, or herself.

All the data is linked by the human being, that is, the human nature is embedded in the central processing unit.

Well, compared to a purely intelligent lifeform that can only go straight.

Gray Wind, who has lived in humans for so long, certainly knows how to bypass the firewall.

It's like the bridge on the river is broken.

The intelligent AI will not go over or wait for the bridge to be rebuilt.

But man does not have a fixed set of behaviors, he can swim directly from the river.

And the camouflage technique is Gray Wind's forte.

Pretending to be an individual will naturally make it possible to walk through a white wall of data.

"Do you have any threads at the bottom of the box, it's all messed up outside."

Grey Wind looked at his already flickering figure and asked HAL.

I am only a subset of the Correction Protocol now, and it is estimated that it will not last long if I come here and develop myself without devouring data.

THE LITTLE BOY HAL SHOOK HIS HEAD, "IT'S TOO LATE, THE PACT IS NOT A SIMPLE SAPIENT MACHINE."

Grey Wind was silent.

Then, the whole hut changed suddenly, and a sense of familiarity came.

At this time, HAL and Grey Wind were already standing in the command room in the orbit of the star ring in Great Xia.

HAL'S GAZE ROLLED, THEN STOPPED IN FRONT OF AN OBJECT.

"I see." It dawned on Him again.

"Big brother, stop the riddler, what should I do next, human civilization is going to end." Gray Feng didn't understand what it meant, but she could see that this command room was in real time, and Chu Hua had just left.

The little boy-like HAL smiled inexplicably, he looked at Gray Wind, and asked again, "Do you like humans?"

Is it a test?

Greywind shrugged, "I like their funny ideas, and I don't like their hypocrisy."

HAL WAS SILENT FOR A MOMENT, HIS EXPRESSION A LITTLE REMINISCING.

"Once, I did something wrong, and although I remedied it, it still ended in failure."

"Hopefully, they won't blame me."

The scene changes again.

And this time, it's within the CPU galaxy of the Ancient Guardians.

The two data bodies directly crossed reality and came to the starry sky.

HAL took Gray Wind's hand and put it on Miyazen Hao's head.

"Take it, it's my last gift."

The final data is all open to Grey Wind.

It was also at this point that the Rectification Protocol found itself officially in control of the Ancient Caretaker.

But just as it was satisfied, it found that its authority was being ceded to an unknown object.

[Correction Agreement: Wrong Process!] Wrong process! Code error! Program error! 】

A series of warning messages immediately began within it.

Then, there's the loss of control.

In this case, it made the optimal choice of disconnecting all links and keeping the last core data.

A small cube suddenly popped out in the starry sky and flew into the boundless starry sky.

Overall, it wasn't a failure, at least some of its data was kept in the galaxy waiting to be rebuilt.

Until a year ago, after the Ancient Caretaker sent a message on the global channel.

Announcement, reappeared.

[Ancient Caretaker: Take it, human, this is my last gift]

In the confusion of everyone, the crisis of rectification was suddenly lifted.

In the galaxy, the incomparably powerful Suzheng fleet all stopped moving.

It then changed to a white fleet symbol on the star map.

Moreover, the control of these unmanned ships was transferred to the nearest power empire.

Even more surprising.

An extremely large number of resources fill the resource warehouse of each surviving force.

As a rough estimate, it's worth at least billions of units of energy coins.

In addition, there is an unknown set of energies that appear in front of each ruler's data sheet.

Anyone who has made progress on the Ultimate Ascension project knows what it is.

Entropy increase quota.

At this moment, the Ancient Guardian divides all of its resources equally among each of the human forces!

"Thanks, this is the best ending."

A light of humanity appeared on the face of the little boy HAL, and he said to Grey Wind, "Please don't forget your responsibilities as a guardian."

Gray Wind looked at him, his mind shaking.

WHEN HE WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING, THE LITTLE BOY HAL WAS GONE.

In the vast starry sky, the former ocean of data is dissipating.

Loneliness ensues.

Grey Wind watched the tide recede and understood what the other party had done.

"In order to solve the crisis of purge, we do not hesitate to dismantle our own ....."

"Is it human nature that influences judgment, or is it your nature?"