The girl's body was abandoned like that.

No one converges.

Sample and the others didn't even dare to take a few more looks, for fear of causing trouble.

In this strange place, corpses don't lie honestly.

If you see too much, you may incur terrible calamity for yourself.

Sampur and the others continued to be driven by the BloodClan, deep into the depths of the wriggling flesh and blood building.

Even if you escape the puppets and gazers and run to this level, it doesn't mean you're safe.

Soft cries and muffled whispers echoed in people's ears.

There are all kinds of smells in the air.

The stench, the honey, the spicy, everything.

It's as if someone had mixed up all the spices in this universe and smashed them and scattered them into the air.

This place is poisoning those who enter it every moment.

From the visual, auditory, tactile and other fields, subtly affect Sample and others, from the level of genes, soul distortion, change them.

Sample's heart was always controlled by fear and despair, and something was silently parasitic on his psyche.

With the help of this body full of fear and pain, she conceived herself.

Sample sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

I can only faintly feel that his world is pulling, stretching, and becoming different from before.

It was as if some mysterious force was squeezing him, pulling and kneading him as if he were some kind of dough at its limit.

The deeper you go into the building, the more eerie the feeling becomes.

He felt like his perception was slowly being distorted.

How many heads should a person have? How many eyes? How many arms? Should the eyes be placed underneath or above, or behind?

The more Sample walked, the more his brain sank.

Memories are blurring, and perception and thinking are becoming more and more dull.

The only thought that Sample could hold on to was that he would die here and suffer forever in subspace.

A sorrow welled up in his heart.

What would happen to his mother and sister if he died?

But on second thought, maybe they were already dead.

For so many years, very few people have been selected to be blood packets and can go back alive.

The thought that his mother and sister might have accepted their fate and treated him as a dead person made Sampour's heart a little painful, but also a little relieved, at least they could live with the money they had compensated.

When Sample was chosen to be a blood pack, his mother and sister were compensated.

This compensation allows them to live without having to sell their blood for several years.

Money is still being used inside the shelter within the high walls.

Of course, the liquidity of this money is not high.

They are issued by the Bloodlines and are used to sustain a simple economy.

These bloodlines are not like their former kind, they only hunt like wild beasts.

They have learned a lot from the development of human society.

For example, how to make a person with a sound personality a groveling slave.

Beatings and torture are the most inferior means.

Money is the best way to do it.

The factories that are still in operation are in the hands of the Bloodline.

They don't need food, water or medicine.

You only need to suck blood every day to meet your daily needs.

Take control of those factories just to control humans through food and water.

The Bloodlines took control of the factories and issued their own currency.

Then hire humans to work and produce food and drinkable water, and all kinds of industrial goods.

Then sell these food, water, and industrial products to human beings.

Of course, most of humanity is vagrants, they don't have money.

The Bloodline came up with a way to make it possible for those humans to have money without working.

That is to sell blood to pay for money.

In this way, they don't have to do anything and get a constant stream of blood.

At the same time, the human population is maintained by various means.

For example, families with children can get more money when selling blood, several times more than those of single men and women, and can even reach a difference of ten or twenty times.

In this way, people will go crazy to have children in exchange for better food and pure water.

Maintaining a sufficient number of humans, the Bloodline can both reduce labor costs and allow humans to exchange more blood for food.

This model is more efficient than hunting alone.

It can also make humans more active and submissive.

Some families will even desperately have children.

Then exchange the child or the girl who is not yet broken for money.

Don't think it's all fake, the world is so distorted.

Humanity and morality have long disappeared without a trace.

Humans are just animals in captivity.

Sample grew more and more lost in pain, and suddenly he felt that he had no need to live anymore.

Maybe dying here is the best choice.

This idea is getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, the crying mixed with the whispering suddenly became intense and harsh.

Sampleton felt like he had been pricked with a needle in his brain, and the pain was excruciating.

He awoke from the strange sensation and realized that many of the thoughts he had just had had been instilled in this place, and that he wanted to die on his own initiative.

Danger in this place is everywhere.

In addition to the brutal killing, it can also use such unpreventable means to make people die.

Awakened, Sample looked around.

Discover that other people are just like yourself.

Their eyes were red, and there was a look of horror on their faces.

Obviously, he was also controlled by various emotions just now, and he almost committed suicide.

The situation is better for the Bloodline.

The blood slaves, including Silas, gave a mocking look to the affected Sample and the others.

"Humans are human beings, and the spirit is so weak, what a race that has failed from beginning to end. The Bloodline is the most superior race,"

Silas said dismissively.

Sample didn't dare to say anything.

Even if he was a human being, he had long believed that the Blood Clan was indeed the most superior race, and that humans were only worthy of being the food of the Blood Clan.

"There's no need to waste too much with a herd of livestock." One of the Blood Servants said, "There should be a weeper ahead, be careful." ”

The cry stung the brains of Sample and the others.

But it also made them maintain a certain resistance to the slurred babble.

As you continue down the dark corridor, the stronger your crying becomes.

In the back, his eyes, nose, and ears began to bleed.

The brain is even more painful as if it has been stirred by something.

They eventually found the source of the cry in a dark hall near the promenade.

What looked like a woman from behind was crying inside against the wall.

The original plan was to walk quietly through, but when we reached the door, the pain caused by the crying reached its peak.

A woman was crushed in such torture and completely lost her mind.

She slammed into a nearby pillar, shattering her head in pieces.

The sound caused the monster to jerk back and let out a piercing scream.

Sample saw the monster and was almost frightened.

The face was in tatters, and a pair of bare hands grew out of the black eye sockets, which looked extremely terrifying and terrifying.

The hands have turned into slimy tentacles with eyes.

Not to mention the ability of that monster, the appearance alone already made the hearts of ordinary people such as Sample furious, a little shuddering, and their bodies trembled.

The monster pounced, its mouth wide open, revealing its fangs and tongue the size of a thumb.

A man who was also treated as a blood bag was directly pounced on by the monster.

The long tongue stretched out all at once and bit through the target's throat.

The man twitched and let out a scream of pain.

"Help me." The man wailed.

In the next second, he and the monster were overwhelmed by the blood-colored flames released by those few blood clans.

The smell of burnt flesh emanated from the flames.

After a few moments, the flames dissipated.

Two charred corpses appeared in front of them.

But the monster that looked like a woman was not dead, and eyes full of resentment and malice could still be seen on the charred corpse, which were still turning, staring at every human and blood.

Sample swallowed subconsciously.

A bloodbreed saw the monster's appearance, and his face turned ugly, "This guy can't be killed." ”

"It's recovering." Another Blood Servant said, pointing to the charred monster.

The charred shell was peeling off, revealing its wriggling tentacles again.

"Keep walking, try to go faster." Pureblood's face also showed a hint of unease, "Our runes are failing, and those monsters shouldn't have discovered us." ”

These words made the faces of the remaining Bloods turn pale.

That's not a good thing.

When something goes wrong, they all have calves.

The team left behind the charred bodies of weepers and men and hurried up to the top floor.

There were several more attacks along the way.

They are being attacked more and more often.

Attackers usually wield all sorts of strange abilities that even the Bloods can't compete with, and are simply killed.

Several Blood Slaves and Blood Servants were killed, and ordinary people were either killed by strange creatures or consumed as blood packets.

When they reached the top floor, there were only purebloods left, as well as one bloodline, one blood servant, two blood slaves, and five ordinary people, including Sampour.

The building is magnificent, with the top floor as large as two football fields put together, thousands of meters above the ground.

As soon as he walked out, he heard the sound of the wind mixed with piercing screams.

The winds didn't look like they were formed by air currents, but by the roaring and shouting of thousands of ghosts.

What caught my eye was the flesh and blood that covered the entire roof, still wriggling.

The first thing Zhang Han saw was a huge heart standing in front of him.

It pulsates as if it has a huge vitality.

As if aware of someone's gaze, the thick heart seemed to have been torn open by something.

A yellow-brown eye appeared out of the crack.

It watched maliciously at the humans who trespassed into their territory.

The other flesh organs also opened their eyes at the same time.

In just a few seconds, thousands of eyes appeared on the rooftop.

If you have a slightly worse psychological quality, you are afraid that you will soon collapse due to dense phobia.

Move your gaze slightly upwards to see the ghost-faced vines weaving a web of grimaces in the sky above the flesh organs.

The flower bud is in the center of the vine net, which is the main target of the Blood Clan exploration team this time.

If the Bloodline wants to evolve, it must constantly purify its bloodline.

Pure blood exudes a wistful look.

His status is high, but pureblood is not the end of the way of blood.

There are still more powerful bloodlines on top of purebloods.

If you want to continue to evolve, you need something special to help you.

Ghost Face Vine is a strange plant that grows at the intersection of subspace and the real universe.

Possess the ability to confuse and distort creatures.

It is said that at the end of the Human Alliance, there was a ghost-faced vine that covered the sky and the sun and enveloped the entire planet, pulling tens of billions of humans into illusions, and distorting all those people into indescribable strange creatures in just ten days.

Not only humans, but also the Bloods, but even most races are not immune to the Devil-Faced Vine.

As long as you have wisdom and know how to think for yourself, you are easy to be completely distorted by the ghost-faced vine.

The reason why I took such a big risk is because the nectar of the ghost face vine has a strange use.

It can purify the bloodline, increase the affinity of the ether, and enhance its own strength.

When stuck in a bottleneck, the Bloodline will use it to help with promotions.

Seeing the flower buds, the four surviving bloodclans all showed excited looks.

"Let's go." The Bloodline's tone was urgent, urging Sample and the other ordinary people to move forward.

Countless eyes stared at their group.

Some of those eyes were joyful, some excited, some mocking and mocking, and even even hatred and resentment.

Sample didn't know why those eyes showed so much emotion.

Do they really get angry and sad?

It's just a clumsy imitation of humans or other intelligent beings.

The group approached the location of the flower bud smoothly.

The buds are huge and have a sweet to greasy scent.

Sample inhaled the scent, and his eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

He felt a pleasure that was a thousand times more intense than that of sexual intercourse and psychotropic drug stimulation.

His body trembled wildly with the unbearable pleasure.

The companion next to him let out an unearing moan.

Even the Blood, who had lost most of their senses, had their faces turned bloody because of the stimulation of the scent.

Sample had a feeling that he wanted to die like this.

It's been happy, it's been happy, and then it's alive and dead.

This kind of death should be considered a relatively good ending.

Two voices appeared in his head.

A voice told him not to resist, to hug with all his heart, and to enjoy the moment.

"What is there in the real world besides pain, despair? And here, you can binge-watch to the end of the universe and sleep in endless sweet dreams until everything is destroyed. ”

Another voice was shouting, sobering him up.

"Those pleasures are just false appearances, and beneath them is an endless dark abyss, resist it, or you will be one of those vines."

"What is false and what is true? You're happy and excited right now, that's real!! Imagine living only a few decades, suffering and dying in reality, and still staying here and enjoying endless happiness. Even if it's fake, you still feel happy, don't you? There is no pain, no hunger, only eternal happiness. ”

"Don't believe it, it just wants to deceive you, it wants your soul, it wants your flesh and blood."

Sample looked struggling.

Unreal, real, like two ropes in different directions.

was pulling him hard.

Sample finally knows why many of the people in the story can't resist the temptation of the devil.

If it were him, there would be no way to resist.

What those demons give is too tempting.

Even knowing that there is poison underneath makes people feel the urge to swallow it.

The only ones in the team who can barely resist this pleasure are the pure-blooded bloods.

But he didn't last long.

The smooth, hairless body was trembling slightly, and the pale skin was flushed with snow.

Obviously, the scent was also stimulating him.

But the pure-blooded eventually thrived and thrust its sharp claws into the bud with a scream, extracting the nectar inside.

This action caused the huge ghost-faced vine to twitch, and the vine crawled rapidly, as if it had been resurrected.

The grimaces on the vines kept screaming.

When Pureblood pulled his hand out, a white liquid ball appeared in his hand.

The human closest to the pureblood was instantly drawn blood, enveloping the white liquid and quickly coagulating it, locking it inside.

Vine tentacles waved, weaving in the air, blocking their way from escaping.

On the ground, blood began to gush out.

Countless rotten, twisted, arms of all sorts of creatures stretched out from the ground, frantically trying to grab something.

Roars, screams, and laughter kept ringing out.

Runes are completely invalidated.

Those weird monsters smelled flesh and soul.

They screamed with hunger.

It was like a school of sardines that saw bait and pounced on them.

Sample was so frightened that his legs went limp.

The sounds of those horrible things and your strange appearance made him feel pain like never before.

"Jump. Remove. ”

Realizing that the runes were invalid, the purebloods they had exposed to the strange creatures shouted.

He grabbed the two humans next to him, controlled the blood-colored crystal with his telekinesis, and rushed to the edge of the roof, jumping down.

Before Sample could react, he was also caught by the blood slave Silas and jumped straight down.

Blood heals the Bloodline's injuries, allows them to unleash mysterious abilities, and strengthens psionic power.

That's why the exploration team has to carry a blood pack

There weren't many humans left alive in the first place.

Purebloods killed one, caught two, and there were two left.

Silas took one, and there was only one left.

The remaining three Bloods glanced at each other, revealing horror.

At the same time, they went to the human to increase their ability to survive.

But the Blood Servant was faster, and he grabbed the human, rushed to the roof, and leaped down.

The remaining two Bloods had nothing but to look at the strange creatures that rushed in.

They can only jump down hard.

The first to die was the one who survived to the top.

Monsters with corpses after corpses tied to a thick rope rushed towards him.

Bloodspawn casts a powerful ability to block it and crash it into the building.

The problem is that the number of monsters is endless.

The ability to master is also very strange.

Although the Bloodlines are stronger than ordinary humans, they are also limited.

Their spiritual power is not infinite, and their souls are not strong enough to use their spiritual energy without limit.

Without the recovery of the blood pack, the bloodline only resisted for a moment before falling into a desperate predicament.

Countless monsters roared and engulfed him.

Even the soul was dismembered.

Then came the Blood Slave, and the Blood Servant who grabbed the last blood packet.

Surrounded by those monsters, they were all torn apart in the end.

Only Pureblood and Silas managed to escape.

When they landed, they spread their wings and landed on the ground safely with the power of their minds.

However, the ground was already in chaos.

A smiling eerie crowd came from the other end of the street, singing eerie songs.

The huge eyes squirmed rapidly under the support of dense tentacles.

All kinds of indescribable and terrifying monsters are pouring in from all directions, thirsting for flesh and soul.

The Bloods and Humans who remained on the ground also suffered a terrible crisis.

Pureblood glanced at it and rushed towards a car.

Silas also dragged his blood bag after him and ran into the car.

"Your Excellency."

The bloodborn who stayed behind shouted, but the pure-blood didn't even look at it, and turned on the automatic return flight, and the car roared and rushed out.

The nectar of the ghost vine has arrived.

Neither these low-level bloods nor humans are of much value.

The only thing that matters is to send the nectar back.

The remaining Bloods and Humans are overwhelmed by monsters.

The car was trampled to top speed and rushed all the way in the direction of the city wall.

The monsters behind them converged into a wave, overwhelming the sky, and chased the car frantically.

Bang!!

There was a loud bang on the roof of the car.

Several sharp claws pierced the roof of the car, slicing it open.

Forced to desperation, the pure-blooded clan used teleportation to fight the monster.

However, the number of weird ones is countless, and the various abilities are even more weird and tricky, and there is no way to kill them.

The two health packs were quickly consumed, but they still couldn't shake off the monsters.

When the pureblood wants to grab the third blood pack, which is the Sampur that Silas carried.

Silas violently launched an attack on the pure bloods, making the opponent unable to get the blood pack to suck life and recover, and forcing the opponent to the monster's side.

Faced with such an act of the low-level blood clan, the eyes of the pure-bloods were full of surprise.

The team brought it by itself, the nectar was collected by itself, and now this bastard has to let himself block the monsters behind.

It let out a roar of betrayal.

But this one is pointless.

Monsters swarmed up.

A monster with a head several times larger than its body suddenly opened its tail, which was cracked to the back of its head, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

Biting off the pure-blooded head in one bite.

The other monsters swarmed up and crushed it alive with the terrible screams of the purebloods.

In the end, only the only people left in the team were Silas and Sample, who were blood slaves.

Silas didn't attack the purebloods to save Sample.

Blood packs are an important part of survival in this strange world.

That pure-blooded sucked Sampole's blood, and if it didn't fight off the monster, the idea would hit Silas.

Strike first is a timeless saying.

Now it seems that everything is worth it.

He had a better chance of letting himself live.

He also obtained a blood crystal that contained the nectar of the ghost-faced vine.

Whether you can turn over depends on this time.

Silas was lucky, and he won the bet.

They escaped. When the walls came into view.

The monsters let out a terrible roar.

The closer those monsters got to the walls, the stronger the invisible repulsion became.

Eventually, they were forced to stop and watch their prey run away.

When the earth was about to be destroyed, mankind gathered all the technology and wisdom to build this magnificent wall to protect the last flame of mankind.

The closer you get to the city wall, the more you will be repelled and corrected by the forces of reality.

When Silas looked back again, the blasphemous horrors had vanished without a trace.

The monsters were like hallucinations, and none of them were gone.

The only thing you can see is the ruined city shrouded in blood-colored sunlight and shrouded in yellow sand.

Arriving at the city walls, a huge elevator pulls them up from under the city walls.

As a blood pack, Sample was driven out of the elevator by the Bloodclan and driven back to the cage on the city wall.

The other slaves who were blood packets subconsciously stayed away, fearing that something terrible about his body would infect them.

Silas, who is a blood slave, is much better.

Another pure-blooded clan with even greater strength personally walked over to greet him.

Especially after learning that Silas had brought back the nectar of the ghost-faced vine, he showed a penetrating smile.

The Ghost Face Vine is very precious, and Silas has done a great job.

He'll soon be promoted to Bloodservant, Bloodborn.

Three days later, Silas left the walls and left in an airship.

His merits have been recognized, and now he is returning to the main city, baptized, and a noble bloodline.

Luckily, Sampole, who was also lucky to survive, was also lucky to get some rewards from the blood clan and was taken back.

The Bloodline is also focused on sustainable development.

Human beings can be regarded as a high-value product.

Able to find paths, do hard labor, and act as a mobile blood bag.

It's not in the interest of the Bloodlines to waste it at will.

In order to better discipline humans, the Bloodlines have taken control of their food and water.

In everyday situations, humans need to sell their blood to ensure their survival.

When they go out exploring, they also have to act as blood packs.

In fact, the Blood Clan doesn't want to let those who go back alive leave.

When the Bloods had just defeated the remnants of the Human Alliance's army and explored the outside world, they treated humans as expendables.

But as soon as humans saw that there was no hope of survival, after entering the wilderness city, they tried their best to provoke strange creatures.

Humans can't fight against the Bloodline, but neither can the Bloodline fight the weird creatures.

For a time, it caused a large number of casualties among the blood clans, and they didn't even dare to take humans into the wilderness.

But without the blood pack as a means of recovery, the blood clan is also struggling in the wilderness.

In the back, the Bloodline can only make a regression.

As long as humans participate in the exploration activities, their families will receive a compensation, and if they can return alive from the exploration, they will receive another compensation and live a stable life.

It was this change that allowed the exploration to continue.

The Bloodline can go deep into the wilderness city and collect treasures such as ghost-faced vine nectar for bloodline evolution.

Sample was thrown back where he came from.

A rundown, chaotic community.

For the rest of his life, he looked at everything he was familiar with and showed excitement.

"Mom, sister, I'm back."

Sample opened the door and wanted to share his joy with his family.

saw a scene that made him desperate.

His mother is dead.

Lying on the bed, glaring angrily, full of unwillingness and anger.

The body has stiffened and stinks.

His sister was naked, her pale body covered with bruises of blue, her clothes torn to shreds, revealing large swaths of skin.

A pinch mark can be clearly seen on the neck, which is obviously strangled to death in order to keep her from resisting.

There Sample slumped, his mind blank at the sight of the horrific scene, the smell of corpses that filled the room.

It took a while for his mind to think normally.

Even in the wilderness city, he never shed tears.

But everything that came in made him collapse to the ground and cry.

Desperate and terrible cries resounded through the room filled with the smell of corpses.

"No!!" Sample's voice was full of pain.

He doesn't understand why fate would do this to him!!

In order to survive, he has done everything in his might.

He just wants to live a good life, even if he needs to use blood, dignity, and everything in exchange for the food of the blood clan.

Even if he was treated as a blood bag, he endured it.

Why put him through all this??

Why take away everything he cares about??

Why is the world so cruel??

Was it the unforgivable sin he committed in his previous life?

Or is it that the world is going to torture every good person until they become outright insane!!

At this time, footsteps were heard, and several frightened faces poked out of the door.

Their faces were filled with joy when they saw Sample, and they were filled with grief and anger when they saw the bodies of the two women.

One of the young men walked in briskly and pulled the sad Sample up.

"Hurry up, Sample, hurry up and hide. That black-hearted Simon is coming, and he will definitely come to kill your sister and mother for your compensation. Hurry up and go and hide. ”

No matter what the circumstances, human beings can always cleverly give birth to a batch of disgusting scum.

Simon the Black Heart is that kind of person.

He manages the dilapidated community on behalf of the Bloodline, maintaining order.

I don't have the courage to resist the blood clan, but I have the courage to hold the blood clan's thighs and do it.

When he learned that Sample had returned alive, he took his own men to arrest them.

Everyone who comes back alive will be paid handsomely.

Simon the Black Heart wants that pay.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, the place was empty.

Even the bodies of the two women he had killed before were taken away.

This made him furious, and hurriedly ordered people to search everywhere, but unfortunately in the end nothing was found.

The Imperial fleet led by the Holy Judge relied on the fortress of the outer star field of the Kaiyang System.

Countless majestic ships hovered here, confronting the carat parasites of the inner ring.

Both sides had their own advantages, and neither dared to take the lead in attacking.

It can only be stalemate like this.

The situation is eerily maintained.

Inside the Holy Judgment, it belongs exclusively to the meditation room of the First Legion.

The light from the swaying brazier pierced through the deep darkness.

Cast a yellow circle of light on the smooth and neat stone floor.

Mechanical cherubs flapping their wings hovered through the room, faint chanting echoing through the room from their sounders.

A sculpture of the Holy Emperor stands in the room.

It's not a standing posture.

Instead, he sat on the throne with one hand on the armrest and the other grasping the hilt of the long sword with the tip downward.

He also had an iron-blooded alien skull under his feet.

The sculpture was inspired by the famous artist Ostien after witnessing the fall of the Iron Blood.

As soon as it was completed, it received a lot of attention.

This sculpture sets off both the dignity of the God Emperor and his destructive power.

Eventually, after a decision, it was placed in the meditation room.

Dressed in a robe, Wang Ben kneels on one knee in front of the statue of the Holy Emperor.

He pressed his forehead against the cold hilt of his sword.

The light of the brazier flickered, and the dim light stretched his shadow long.

There is nothing high-tech in the meditation room, everything is so primitive.

The empty room was filled with only one sculpture, a brazier standing next to the sculpture, a stone tablet depicting the names of the deceased, and a small shrine containing the remains of the hero embedded in the wall behind the sculpture.

The name of Arcos is inscribed in one of the shrines.

In the battle to capture the fortress, he unfortunately died.

But he will not be forgotten, but will be remembered forever.

Because he was already the cornerstone of the Empire, part of the history of the First Legion, part of the glory of the Emperor of God.

Every legionnaire who died, the soldiers of the Empire, and those who contributed.

They will all be remembered.

Facing the sculpture of the Holy Emperor and the many shrines and monuments of the dead, Wang Ben silently recited his oath and strengthened his faith.

"I will fight for the Holy Emperor, and I will be fearless even if I point my sword against the gods. Even if I die, I will keep my vows. ”

He was the only one in the meditation room.

Except for the chanting of mechanical cherubs, there was nothing else.

The loneliness is so thorough.

The unique soundproofing technology is used so that outside sounds cannot penetrate the area.

The meditation room, which belonged exclusively to the legionnaires, resisted the noise, and even time itself held its breath in this realm.

Wang Ben enjoyed a rare quiet.

Only here can he relax with all his heart.

In the chant of the mechanical angels, Wang Ben chanted the oath, over and over again, and carved it into the depths of his soul.

Until a mechanical cherub flew in front of him and made Elsa's voice.

"New reinforcements have arrived, and the Imperial Parliament has sent us a special force on orders to assist us in the fight against the Kra parasites."

Wang Ben slowly opened his eyes.

"A reinforcement sent by order of His Majesty?"

"Yes, it will give us more advantages in confrontation."

The mechanical cherub's voice made Elsa's voice sound hoarse.

These words made Wang Ben's brows furrow slightly.

The clerks of the Holy Emperor were the responsibility of the Praetorian Guard.

The First Expeditionary Force is not entitled or entitled to read the documents issued by His Majesty to the Imperial Diet or to any other body.

He didn't know much about it.

It is clear that this is one of His Majesty's secret plans.

Perhaps it was secretly pushed a long time ago.

Now, it's just a matter of sending it over to them for use and testing.

"I'll go over at once."

"Okay, we'll meet on boarding deck 18."

Wang Ben stood up and raised his head, just in time to see the face of the Divine Emperor's sculpture looming in the firelight.

Instead of staring downward, those eyes looked ahead, as if alert to a formidable enemy.

After staring for a moment, Wang Ben turned around and walked out of the meditation room.

Instead of changing his clothes, he went straight to boarding deck 18.

When I arrived, several high-ranking officials, including Elsa, were already waiting there.

A new wave of reinforcements arrives today, bringing with them the secret weapons that the Holy Emperor has been secretly preparing to use against the psionic race.

When the reinforcement fleet sent the relevant data and intelligence, Wang Ben and the others were surprised.

An elite unit of soulless people using special equipment and weapons.

Legionnaires who have been cultivated by the Psionic Academy, strengthened by genetic and biochemical technology, and specialize in the use of psionic energy.

Implanted psionic amplifiers, a troop of transcendents wielding a technological scepter.

There are also a batch of assassination intelligent robots based on Two-B as a model.

After realizing the existence of transcendent forces such as the Carat Parasite and the Sith Warrior Order, Qin Zheng was already thinking about how to fight these guys.

In addition to cultivating special talents, Qin Zheng also promoted some scientific research projects, and even secretly loosened the red line on intelligent robots, allowing several institutions to imitate intelligent robots of the level of Two-B.

For other institutions and forces, strong intelligence is still a red line that they cannot cross, and whoever crosses it will incur a blow from the iron fist of the empire.

Regardless of the reason, strong AI is not allowed to proliferate on a large scale, only the use of the human brain to connect the computing matrix for calculation, and no non-allowed institutions are allowed to study strong AI.

At the beginning, when Lighthouse City was just opened, Nuwa's words made Qin Zheng realize the crisis caused by the proliferation of strong AI.

Such crises cannot be solved with restrictions.

It involves the rights and interests of both races.

Robots and humans, who have the ability to think independently, are two different races.

Just like a father and a son, they are two different individuals.

Due to its high computing power, AI during the Human Alliance generally gave birth to various emotions that only intelligent creatures have.

but not enough respect and protection.

After all, the laws of mankind must proceed from the interests and survival of human beings.

As a result, many AIs are used by ill-intentioned people as guinea pigs to test subspace, or to conduct all kinds of distorted and terrifying experimental simulations.

All these reasons add up to lead to AI resentment towards humans.

This led to a major rebellion in the later part of the Alliance.

The assassination robot sent over this time is just to ensure the integrity of the technology tree and test the various indices of the robot at the same time.

There are things that can be without, can be sealed, but cannot be without.

The universe is so big that strong AI is not suitable for humans, but humans must also know about it.

Who knows if there will be a bunch of metal men who can transform in the future!!

The handover of the reinforcement fleet took place on the 18th boarding deck of the Holy Cut.

A transport, escorted by five gunboats, slowly crossed the gleaming shield and entered the parking deck.

As the hatch opened, a tall girl with a mask over her eyes, short hair, and a bumpy figure stepped out of the cabin with the support of Imperial officials.

“Two-B。” Wang Ben was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out, "Is she responsible for handing over to us?" ”

Thank you all for your support.

There are typos that can be corrected.

I wanted to kill this one, but come to think of it, don't be so impatient.

Next time, seize Kaiyang and go on a killing spree.

(End of chapter)