The rescue of civilians in Gattans continued for half a month.

Chen Mo eventually left some of the men to detect and transport the civilians back to the underground city, and then led the rest to storm the other rebel-held areas on Karsk 7.

Gtans had been taken, Ron had been ambushed, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the rebels were eliminated.

The return of Karsk VI to the human empire is only a matter of time.

But just as the war to exterminate the rebels was in full swing, a fire broke out in the house.

……

Karlsk VI Loyalist Underground City.

Residential Area No. 77.

In the cafeteria, workers gathered around and nervously checked the latest batch of notices for teenagers' machine soul fit testing.

Even though the Prophet and his army were out fighting the rebels, everything was going on as usual in this underground city, and the orders were going about their ordinary but important business in an orderly manner.

This includes the Soul Fit Test.

"The god of all machines is above! My son's fit is so high, our family is going to turn over! Praise the God of Machines, praise Omnisaiah! ”

A high fit means that a person will become a Technoclus, join those orders or become an Panzer, and the whole family will be paid more.

For example, you don't need to eat starch, and you may even be able to get a room in a new living area with a larger room in the future.

But some rejoice, and some grieve.

Most of the people on the list have a normal or low fit, and even the daughter of the Arsenal is only a low fit.

However, the group continued to browse the list and eventually came across a name named Lore.

It has a high degree of compatibility with the soul and has a talent for psionic energy.

"Good fellow, this is to become a saint-forging warrior, maybe that think tank master will have to teach you himself." Someone looked at Lore and said.

To be a saint-forging warrior means to be able to fight the Prophet for the Myriad Machines, and to be revered for it.

However, Lore just smiled: "I just hope that my parents will come back, and then I will go and fight in their place." ”

"Your parents are armored soldiers, don't worry, it's not that easy to get into trouble." Others reassured.

"I know, because the gods of all machines will bless them." Lore smiled and nodded.

Next, everyone continued to talk about the fit of the machine and soul.

On board Karsk 7, the lives of civilians were uneventful, and some announcements and unexpected events often provoked heated discussions.

But the discussion didn't last long, and after breakfast time, everyone lined up to take a huge elevator to the industrial area, and then entered the arsenal and sat down at their workstations to start assembling the laser carbine.

……

"One, two, three......"

“…… Fifty-one, fifty-two......"

Lohr's job is to assemble the triggers of the laser carbine, which he assembles into triggers as the industrial equipment on the left spits out parts.

Those industrial equipment can print everything, but all the industrial equipment in the factory is only the basics, so it takes a lot of people to do some of the work by hand.

"A hundred...... One Hundred and One ......"

The day passed quickly, until noon.

"It's meal time."

Voices were heard over the radio, and then people got up and lined up and walked towards the cafeteria.

It is starch at noon as much as in the morning.

Since there were no emergencies, people ate in silence.

"End of mealtime."

The radio went off and people put spoons on their plates and lined up to walk out of the cafeteria and take the elevator to the industrial area.

……

"One, two, three......"

"Fifty...... Fifty-one ......"

"One hundred and five...... One hundred and six ......"

"It's meal time."

Hearing the voice, Lormune stood up and lined up with the others to go to the canteen of the industrial area, where they sat at the table and ate starch in silence.

"End of mealtime."

Lore and others lined up to go to the industrial area.

"One...... Two ......"

"Ninety-nine...... One hundred ......"

"It's dinner time."

"When it's time to eat, please go back to your room."

……

"When bedtime is over, everyone is invited to go to the cafeteria."

"End of mealtime."

"One...... Two...... One Hundred and One ......"

"It's meal time."

……

Everything was in a constant loop, and when Lore was caught in this infinite loop, he had lost track of time, and the only thing that changed each day was the number of trigger parts he could make while working.

Lore became wooden and dazed.

It wasn't until a priest from the logistics order came to the factory with a retinue of narratives to find Lore that Lore just looked up at the priest blankly, waiting for him to give a new order.

"Seidler and Melissa are your parents?" The pastor asked.

"Yes, sir." Hearing her parents' names, Lore's already machine-numb brain swelled with a hint of emotion.

After receiving the confirmation, the priest saluted and said in a loud voice: "During the war, the Prophet's Sword Riemanrus tank was destroyed by the enemy, and Seidler and Melissa were very valiant and held on to the wreckage of the tank until they died in battle. ”

After the news was announced, the priest chanted with his entourage: "May they be honored to the Golden Throne, and may the Prophet's Sword Soul return to the God of All Machines." ”

"Praise the Emperor! Praise be to the God of Machines! ”

“……”

Lore's face was expressionless, his mind blank, and he didn't even react at all when the priest said he would be able to undergo the Saint Casting Warrior Transformation Surgery in the afternoon.

After saying what to say, the priest turned and left.

What finally got Lore's brain spinning again was the sudden sound of the radio.

"It's meal time."

Lore left the industrial area in a long line with the others, but instead of going to the cafeteria, he returned to his room.

After sitting down against the wall, Lore closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, replaying the moments of him and his parents in his mind.

From one day when his parents suddenly ran back and took him out to take refuge, to the place where he was found by the rebels, and the 4 million people in the shelter were slowly burned by 90%, and then to being rescued by the Holy Casting Army......

Eventually, there was only one thought left in my head: they couldn't come back.

"Do you want them back, poor boy?"

A voice suddenly rang in Lore's ears.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Lore nodded vigorously.

Then he felt a pain in his head, and then a crack opened in front of him, and his parents came out of it.

Lore was so happy that he grabbed his parents' hands and rushed out of the room, wanting to take them to meet the new friends he had made.

But when Lore led his parents to the cafeteria, he saw that the expressions of the crowd changed from dazed to surprised, then to fear.

Just as Lore was about to ask why everyone was so scared, he saw his parents pounce on the others and bite them.

Instead of being afraid, the person who was bitten began to bite other people who were not bitten.

Lore scanned around in horror, then stumbled upon his own hands.

The whole arm was covered with pus, as if he was suffering from some serious illness.