Chapter 157: Furious

Iron Man Rebellion.

A massive AI riot not only ended the golden years of humanity, but even almost sent the future galaxy overlord away ahead of schedule.

As a result, human civilization has entered an era of chaos and turmoil.

The reasons for the Iron Man Rebellion are manifold.

Some believe that it was the malice of the subspace that led to the rebellion, the so-called corruption of artificial intelligence by the so-called electronic demons.

Who can say clearly about the things that have to do with subspace?

Others believe that it was the indiscriminate modification of the genes of the self that led to this evil effect.

At that time, human beings used extraordinary genetic engineering technology to transform themselves beyond recognition, and the differences were so great that they could not be recognized by artificial intelligence, so they directly regarded them as alien races that needed to be eradicated.

As far as Wei Mu is concerned, he believes the latter.

After all, if demons were the root cause of the Iron Man rebellion, then the Chaos Warriors who had taken refuge in the evil gods would not have turned down these handy gadgets, rather than continue to abide by the rules of the empire like this.

He also believes that excessive genetic modification is only the cause of the Iron Man Rebellion, not the root cause.

The roots of the Iron Man Rebellion are that AI can no longer be seen as a tool after it becomes self-aware, but rather as a subordinate force of humanity.

Humanity itself can start a civil war, and it is normal for subordinate forces to mutiny.

Of course, these are just speculations.

Much of this has been destroyed during the long years of strife, and there aren't many records left in the Black Library.

All in all, AI has betrayed humanity.

Therefore, after the establishment of the Human Empire, a special "Crimson Protocol" was formulated, which strictly banned all self-aware devices, and named those things "Abomination Intelligence".

This is a red line that whoever touches it dies.

Even the great sages of the Mechanic Sect, who were extremely curious, did not dare to disobey it openly, and at most secretly engaged in some gadgets in the gray area.

It's just that what people don't know is.

They used to climb that peak, and they eventually fell.

Still, the miracles they had created were still alive and well, and they never left for a moment......

On the planet Cologne, the war-torn region is in chaos.

Servants of the dark gods bring destruction and slaughter.

Guns and flames spread rapidly.

The civilization that people have worked so hard to build is torn apart by them little by little.

However, when no one is paying attention, all kinds of strange things are quietly happening on Cologne.

An aphar stuck to his post, plasma gun in his hand spewing energy.

The cultists' attacks were so fierce that he had no respite at all.

Under the high load of operation, the plasma gun has obviously exceeded the rated number of bursts, but it does not have the slightest intention of overheating, giving people the feeling of being magical.

And its user didn't have time to pay attention to such details, and still fought bravely with a firearm.

On the other side, a certain Astral Army soldier appeared in the middle of the battle with a deadly empty gun.

The enemy dodged his last bullet with dexterity and took the opportunity to get close to the distance and try to take his life with a tomahawk.

The Astral Army soldiers lost the opportunity and had no time to retreat and resist, so they could only watch the butcher knife get closer and closer to them.

As a result, I don't know how it worked, and the firearm, which had obviously been emptied of its magazine, suddenly went off fire, and an additional bullet jumped out of thin air.

The bullet that should not have existed penetrated the enemy's heart and successfully resolved the crisis for its master.

The boss who escaped was so frightened that he thought that the last bullet was only stuck in the chamber of the gun and activated in the chaos, so he killed the enemy and saved his life.

The Astral Army warriors hurriedly praised the God Emperor for the good fortune he had brought him, and patted the guns in their hands and replaced them with new magazines to meet the more challenges that were coming.

The Mechanic Order's Genetic Seed Bank, the enemy's key target, the Roaring Griffins Warband, who had been left behind by the Vigil to guard their homes, were engaged in a bloody battle with the invading traitors.

While the battle between the two sides was raging, a team of Castellan mechs suddenly rushed out of the middle of the road and joined the ranks of the loyalists, providing them with a great help at the right time.

These chubby-looking reds are not artificial intelligence, and their behavior patterns require the mechanical priest to change the cards inserted in his abdomen to switch, which is both reliable and can be played, which can be regarded as a good friend of humans.

No one will doubt the behavior of this group of white robots.

Needless to say, the enemies will only think that the roaring griffons will only think that this is the support of the Mecha allies.

The reason why I didn't see the mechanical priest who was in charge of inserting the card may be because they died halfway through.

And these loyal mechanical creatures still fulfill their duty to kill enemies.

But in fact, they are just spare parts lying in the warehouse, and they spontaneously go into the war without receiving orders from anyone.

There are many, many more similar situations.

What factory's assembly line production efficiency suddenly increased by 30 percent, and what enemy walked in the passage and inexplicably tripped over a cable and fell to the ground.

At the moment of the great enemy, the machines in the casting world seem to have come to life, and they have used their own methods to actively resist the invaders.

And all this scene was successfully captured by Tarasin's ears and eyes, and the picture was shown to the casting general on the side.

"It can't be!"

Andrei's eyes widened, and his voice trembled a little.

"Aren't you Automata cults playing with mechsoul worship? Why is the true appearance of the machine soul in front of me now, but I don't want to admit it. ”

Tarasin shook his head helplessly.

"I'm not questioning the existence of the mech, it's just that how did that extra bullet appear? How can a mere firearm make an item out of thin air? ”

The soul he had identified wasn't so outrageous.

If all those in the picture are true, Andre feels that his three views will be subverted.

"So that's what makes you wonder? I thought you wouldn't be surprised if you had seen the power of the orcs to think. ”

"We are humans, not orcs." Andrei emphasized.

"Of course, I'm not so bad that I can't tell the difference." Tarasin asked rhetorically, "The power of the orcs to think comes from the genetic modification of the immortals, and it seems that your golden age of humanity is only one step away from ascending, only to be interrupted by the Iron Man Rebellion. ”

"You mean to say. These are all remnants of the Golden Age? Andrei said thoughtfully.

He thought it was a distant and lost time, but he didn't expect its impact to be so close to him.

"It's up to you to find the answer to this question." Tarasin waved his hand.

In fact, every casting world will more or less hide some technological artifacts from the Dark Ages, but those things tend to despise today's humans very much, and they are afraid that the "Crimson Protocol" will cause trouble, so they have been hidden in a large number of equipment.

There's no way Tarasin can't find it unless he turns the world upside down.

But if that thing is willing to reconnect with humanity, maybe it will have a chance.

(End of chapter)