"That's what it means to hear rather than to see."

Enkidu sighed at the wreckage of a servant.

He was given the corresponding knowledge by the Chaldean summoning system when he was in the present world, but as Fujimaru Rika said, even in the face of the same fact, "mere knowing" and "actually seeing" give people different feelings.

Enki is able to understand the definition of the word "servant", know its basic function and the meaning of its existence, understand why the human beings in this world have to choose such an inefficient method to carry out automatic control and data calculation on the machine, and also know that the source of the "wet pieces" is theoretically most of the people who deserve it or the planned life for this purpose from the cultivation tank-

But that doesn't matter. The essence of this thing is still nothing more than that humans are using humans.

Although this is something that cannot be avoided throughout the ages, this kind of "use" is also a harsh and cruel one throughout the ages. However, in this galaxy, similar things are taken for granted by humans. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of all the harsh and cruel things in the galaxy.

…… The future of mankind may also go in this direction.

If it was other more "human" Heroic Spirits who had descended here, perhaps they would have reacted more strongly to this, but for God-made weapons, Enkidu only had a little bit of a feeling about it, as if it was none of his business. There may be some anger, and there may be some sentimentality, but these feelings do not point to the world in front of them.

If Jill had come into this world, what would he have thought of it?

What kind of feelings did Lixiang hold and decide to save such a cruel human reason?

His gaze slid over the shattered wreckage of the shackles on the ground, the mechanical structures intertwined with barely visible biological tissues, and the vast scars of war in front of him—a large number of bullet marks of various types, the aftermath of the explosion destroying everything nearby except the walls, the slender focus marks drawn by the decomposition force field that suddenly protruded from the ruins, and some barely discernible wreckage that should have belonged to the enemy.

All that was left was a rough, charred humanoid, apparently due to the prolonged scorching of the flames. Any possible organism has been completely wiped out under this disposition, and what remains, perhaps armor and weapons and the like, have been almost completely melted or carbonized, making it impossible to discern the original form.

Even Enkidu, who had a keen sense, couldn't tell what the wreckage was originally. But perhaps because of some peculiar attribute of subspace, he could feel that there was a bitter hatred that belonged to the disposer beyond words.

But this is clearly a battlefield that has been over for a long time. He saw traces of dried blood, but not any corpses or wreckage of Astarte or ordinary human soldiers belonging to the Iron Hand. I think that after the battle, these leftovers have been collected by the allies, but something more important happened, so the battlefield itself has been put aside for the time being, and has not been repaired. At the moment, there are no other hostile reactions in the vicinity of this area, and Enkidu still has a gut feeling that something is "wrong" in the vicinity.

He followed his instincts and walked forward, continuing deeper into the lower deck of the ship.

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All the lines connected to the main power chamber were artificially cut off.

Conrad Coetzes isn't the kind of prototype who is good at machinery, but he's a protologist anyway. In the days of his return to the Empire, Vogrim taught him all the things that the emperor thought "military generals" should master, without discount.

The memory of the original body is immortal, so even if he doesn't have a special dislike for it, the corresponding knowledge will still automatically and consciously come to mind when he needs it.

Thanks to the Iron Hand's penchant for mechanical power and their penchant for exposing parts of the ship's structure to the walls, even Koz could easily see that it wasn't just the energy lines that were artificially cut off. Lines for air circulation, heating, and even data transmission were systematically cut off, and even the inconspicuous tiny sensor circuits, which were not supposed to be considered decorative and were therefore cast into the walls, were rudely fused by the hot melt weapons against the walls.

At present, the entire ship's Geller stance has been suspended, the subspace engine is unlikely to be activated if the main power chamber is completely offline, and the lighting is kept to a minimum. Coetzes didn't know if the ship's weapons array was equipped with a separate energy system, but he was pretty sure that the vast majority of the ship's life-sustaining systems would be powered by low-power backup energy sources.

"It's unusual." One of the legionnaires whispered, "It's all traces of Imperial weapons, and it looks like the Iron Hand destroyed them themselves." ”

Coetzes agrees with this conjecture and even adds: "They want to keep 'something' in the power room, maybe the battle ahead is still not over." ”

Then he made a silent gesture, and the whole team immediately fell into complete silence. The sound of the power armor running, the sound of the joints grinding, and the sound of footsteps landing on the ground disappeared in just a moment with the special silencer system and the superior stealth skills of the Midnight Lords. A primordial leads five Astarte warriors in Terminator armor through the eerie silence, the massive figures in the dim light as if they were virtual images in a silent slide show - and then, after passing through a short corridor without light, even the virtual images disappear as if dissolved into the darkness.

But they do have a way forward. If the pipelines in the corridor hadn't been so completely destroyed, perhaps the nearby Iron Hand would have been able to determine their location through various sensing signals linked to the ship. It's a pity that it's obviously not possible now-

After walking around a corner, the passage in front of you reveals a catastrophic scene: almost all of the walls have been melted or dug up by various drastic means, and the pipes inside have been physically removed and destroyed in large sections. The Iron Hand were clearly in a hurry to do this, and while there were no corpses of the warriors left in the nearby area, there were obvious signs of a security incident and the wreckage of large servants, as well as some Astarte-spec, burned-out bioaugmentation parts scattered on the ground.

Soon, the Midnight Lords realized what was the reason for the Iron Hand's unreasonable reaction:

An almost musky smell came from the air, which had thinned out as the lines of the life-sustaining system had been cut off. As the group continued to move forward, the crumbling walls around them gradually began to twist uncharacteristically.

It was as if flesh and blood had been fused with steel in place of the original mechanical structure, and after being brutally destroyed by heavy fire, "blood" of strange colors and magnificence oozed from under the walls.

Some of the undead pieces of flesh were still moaning, and in the silent corridor, the sounds of pain and pleasure tickled people's hearts.