There was a faint rancid smell in the house, which was muffled by the smell of disinfectant, but the mechanical bird could still sense it.

"Doctor?" Miori stepped over the empty can and shouted, "Are you there? I brought that guy here."

"I'm here—" A lazy female voice rang out in the depths of the basement, and Miori stepped forward with the mechanical bird, and she opened the curtain, and a corpse suddenly sat up, startling her.

Sumire Muroto revealed her figure from behind the corpse, and she put the corpse down: "Oh~ That is the famous mechanical bird? What an unexpectedly young ......."

"It's just a look."

"yes, it's just appearance." Sumire Muroto walked out, "I've studied Tsui-chan's blood, and it's very different...... Do you mind if I do the opposite...... I don't mind...... After all, you've done all those things......

"I've heard of the reputation of one of the four sages, known as the strongest brain room in RB, Sumire To, but I didn't expect it to be extraordinary." The mechanical bird said, "What have you deduced?"

"Ah...... Actually, it's not ......," Sumire Muroto walked over to the computer desk, pushed the clutter away and sat down, "Probably something that weakens the activity of the original intestinal virus...... It's just a short time to last......

"Amazing." The mechanical bird praised: "In such a short time, such a potential can be created."

"......" Sumire Muroto was silent for a moment, "To be honest, I just discovered, not created, I just found and formed some ...... in Tsuime's blood The results obtained."

"That's pretty remarkable."

"Well, I'm all about complimenting me." Sumire Muroto didn't want to dwell too much on this topic: "Straight to the point, I want to know, you've been talking about conquering this world, what you're going to do after conquering this world."

"Leave." The mechanical bird said, "Maybe it will stay for a while, but I will eventually leave this world."

"Leave?" Muroto Sumire doesn't understand, if you don't stay, what's the point of conquest, just go through the motions?

"The universe was born 13.8 billion years ago, and there are countless planets that have given birth to life, and the Earth is just one of many planets." The mechanical bird said, "My mission is only to put this planet under the jurisdiction of the king, and when the mission is completed, I will leave and go to the next planet."

"There are a lot of people like you?" Miori was curious: "No, I mean, going to a planet like you......

"Many ......" countless planets, countless parallel worlds, countless lives are doing the same thing as him.

"The king is...... You can't make us feel sorry for someone who doesn't know the face, doesn't know the name, doesn't know the location, etc... and the honorific title of the people."

"You need not know, for I govern you."

"Good... Bar... A little off topic." Muroto Sumire said, "Actually, my real purpose in looking for you is to ask, will you be resurrected?"

"Uh... It is to raise up the dead." She added. Because she heard Yanzhu inadvertently mention that the girl in the outer area who was killed in the bomb was living in the mechanical bird base, she was very concerned.

"What do you think is resurrection?" The mechanical bird asks that everyone has a different definition of resurrection.

Sumire Muroto thought for a moment, "The dead body is reactivated and consciousness is awakened." From a medical point of view, when the heart is back to beating and the major organs are back in operation, it is called resurrection.

"Then I have the ability to resurrect people."

"But I know that the way you are resurrected is very different from this." Sumire Muroto added, "It's your way of resurrecting people."

"Oh? Do you know the way I resurrect people?"

"It seems that you can resurrect a person from zero to something, to be specific, that you can create life. Right?"

"What kind of life is created...... "Robot Bird said slowly, "Indeed." He did show it to the Son of Heaven.

By aggregating atoms, the means to create life are achieved.

"But there's one thing I don't think, it's not a resurrection. For me personally, it's just cloning."

"Clones?"

"Sumire Muroto, what do you think the soul is?"

"I'm not sure, but in scientific terms, the soul is the subconscious, a latent energy that exists in the human body."

"Every creature has a soul, and its mass varies from tens of grams to a few tens of grams." The mechanical bird turned its head to look at the corpse: "When humans die, souls will travel to an alternate dimension..."

"Wait a minute, you're saying that humans really have souls?" Unwoven was a little confused: "Didn't people make it up?" Has she entered a mythical world?

"The soul is a product of physical existence, and when the body dies, the soul is free to leave." The mechanical bird raised his hand: "To put it simply, the moment I clone a person and awaken his consciousness, he is no longer the person who clones the subject, but a new life.

Even if I infuse the clone's memories into his body, he will still be himself, not the clone."

"But......" the mechanical bird paused, "the world is not without people who can resurrect people 100%."

"People? Not technology?" Sumire Muroto grabbed the key word and frowned.

"My creator." The mechanical bird put the palm of his right hand on his chest and said solemnly, "The king of kings......

"I...... You're in a daze, and you're saying that the king can restore people's souls to their original state...?" Sumire Muroto hesitated.

"It's easy."

"Okay~let's ~" Sumire Muroto said slowly, his tone changed at the mention of that king, and he really respected that king.

After that, Sumire Muroto asks about some miscellaneous things, and the mechanical bird takes the trouble to explain it for her, saying that he likes her very much and hopes that she can do something for herself.

She politely declined.

The reason is that there is no such idea yet.

The mechanical bird understood, giving her an infinite amount of time to think.

……

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the day has come for the army of machines to be dispatched.

Today, countless citizens stopped their movements and sat in front of the TV attentively, listening to the passionate declaration of the Son of Heaven.

They stared with bated breath, not wanting to miss a single word.

"Now! Let's go!" As the Son of Heaven shouted, the camera changed and turned to the front-line reporters.

They hovered in helicopters over a clearing in the outer area, which was home to a weapons test base for Sima Heavy Industries.

With the same mood as thousands of citizens, the reporters looked nervously at the scene below.

I saw that the ground slowly opened a rectangular underground passage several meters long and wide, and it was urgent, and the sound of uniform steel clattering.

A row of eight robots holding special firearms, their movements are uniform, and they come into view in a neat and orderly manner, which makes the citizens in front of the TV exclaim and be so excited that they can't help themselves.