Moran hurriedly walked through the passage, although he was a little nervous, but with complete military training, he could easily control the rhythm of his body, and his steps were very urgent, and the error of his steps would not exceed 1 microsecond, thanks to his other half of his brain.

"Quick, you high-tech rookies, stand in front, wait for the stargate to open, the battlefield ahead, guard the stargate! Otherwise, you will not return!" the lieutenant roared in a rough bellows-like electronic voice, he was blown off his neck in a planetary landing battle, and after a timely rescue, he saved his life, and then simply pronounced it electronically. It can be seen from the scorched black at the neck that he has just been unfortunately hit by a laser weapon on the other side of the stargate, and now he can still speak is already of excellent quality electronic vocal cords.

Moran's recruits were the first of the many investments that cost the federal axe, and based on the fact that only half of the human body can compensate for the full function, the Federal Academy of Sciences has developed a war machine planted in the human body, and the scientists who initiated it have tested its effects themselves.

That is, after the left hemisphere of the human brain is removed and the right side is used to compensate for all functions, a quantum brain combining the principles of quantum computers and biological computers is implanted in the left hemisphere. It is known for its extremely powerful real-time data processing capabilities, precise body control capabilities, and long-term data analysis capabilities. It is one of the top scientific and technological achievements of the Federation.

The toll of the prolonged war was huge, and the colonies had launched anti-war marches, and the political axes were under pressure to invest heavily in it. Soldiers implanted with quantum brains can not only become experts in all aspects, but also have excellent adaptability and adaptability to the battlefield. The control of the quantum brain can ensure its absolute loyalty, if the soldier unfortunately dies, his memory personality and other life information will be stored by the quantum brain, and after the death of his comrade, he only needs to dig up his quantum brain, and if it is properly processed, he can be resurrected on the clone. It's just a perfect solution, a favorite of politicians, who is idle to demonstrate as long as the conscription can be reduced?

"Queue up, remember to take care of your iron heads, whoever dies in battle, remember to take his head back, it's !! expensive" The lieutenant's broken voice sounded again, he was a conservative, he scoffed at these so-called high-tech, what could compare to the natural brain of a man? These recruits are the second batch of guinea pigs, the first group of science lunatics who are leading the project, of course.

Moran waited uneasily, but his mind was calm, and his limbs carried out the commander's orders with the precision of a machine. Restlessness seems to be purely a psychological feeling on his part, which does not affect any thinking and action. This was his first time on the battlefield, and he was completely unprepared, he had participated in this project purely for his livelihood, and he didn't expect that the upper echelons of the Federation would really let these ridiculously expensive soldiers go to the front line so quickly. "God forbid, as long as I can come back safely, and if I get the first test data, I will complete the contract, and I will be able to get a good income by removing the iron lumps in my head, which is enough for the family to live a good life. He silently drew the cross in his heart.

"It's your turn!" the lieutenant's roar startled Moran, interrupting his ramblings, and they were left in the platoon. Although he was distracted, the quantum brain quickly executed the order, and before he could fully recover his senses, he walked towards the stargate conveyor platform without any mistakes. "It seems that I still can't coordinate with the quantum brain, and I hope that the chain will not fall on the battlefield. He thought worriedly.

Phase overlap, transmission reciprocal 10987

With the elegant and cold time chiming of the electronic sound, the space around the conveyor platform began to flicker, faintly showing signs of overlapping, and the new recruits on the conveyor platform loomed, and suddenly the space began to violently turbulent.

"Damn! Fuck down! The stargate on the other side is under attack!" Before the lieutenant's roar could be heard, the soldiers had already jumped off the platform one after another, and Moran also jumped down, suddenly with a strong shaking, his body was torn apart by the fluctuations of space into several pieces and fell down, some even disappeared out of thin air.

"Fuck, this isn't on the battlefield yet! These high-tech pieces of waste! Go see if your quantum brain is damaged! Take it to the clone room and bring this unlucky bastard back to life!" the lieutenant yelled to order a soldier.

The soldier reluctantly stepped forward to investigate, the turmoil in the space had slowly faded, and he rummaged through the ground several times for stumps and severed arms. "Lieutenant Report, no quantum brain has been found, it may have disappeared into unknown space!"

The evening breeze blew through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and through the cracks in the curtains you could faintly see the scene in the room, a room with ornate wooden decorations in the Middle Ages, a large bed embroidered with intricate patterns in the middle, and some frescoes painted on the ceiling, the goddess of the forest, the giant with lightning in his hand, and the dragon spitting flames, and all kinds of humanoids, and on one of the peaks stood a black-robed man with a pointed hat, and the gray light from his hand restrained countless creatures pouring out of a bone gate, some of which had huge carapaces, some of which burned with green flames, and some of which were simply composed of white bones, without exception, are hideous anomalies. Apparently this is a depiction of a battle scene from a legend or myth.

On the bed lay a pale teenager with short red hair lying on his scalp. His eyelids twitched slightly, and then he broke away. His eyes were so confused that he stared at the mural for a while, and then gradually regained his clarity.

"Where am I not dead yet?By the way, the quantum brain can be resurrected in clones, this is the clone room?" he raised his arm to look, pale and slender. Is there a lack of military spending? How can such a physique go to the battlefield?

At this time, there was a whisper outside the window, the language pronunciation Moran was completely unfamiliar, but it was so strange that he could understand it, and a female voice couldn't suppress the gloating and said: "That stupid guy who claims to be a genius of magic blew up half of his head in the test, and Bishop Atlan is helpless about it, he can only treat the superficial injuries, and he is still not dead after his head is half gouged out, is it that Bishop Atlan's magic is too strong or this guy's vitality is too tenacious." ”

Another female voice cautiously said, "Don't forget who we are."

The first female voice said nonchalantly, "The Leolan family only cares about useful people. ”

Moran's heart suddenly burst into his heart, like a basin of cold water poured down, but the limbs and body under the control of the quantum brain did not have the slightest intention of trembling, "If you are a spellcaster, this is simply perfect." A thought popped up in his heart, inexplicable and even more frightened at the same time. A cold electronic prompt came to mind: "Do you receive information from the biological brain?" Moran subconsciously agreed, and the ensuing flood of memories drowned it out, giving him a feeling of schizophrenia. He looked shocked but steady, still controlling his hands with no bad movements. "Am I Moran or Heras Leoland?"

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