Sapient beings pride themselves on having a sound body and mind, but this view is only reserved and arrogant for sapient beings.

In the face of the "army of the dead", even the minimum self-consolation of "I think, therefore I am" seems meaningless.

- An unknown historian.

The people were frightened by the actions of the "legion" and trembled before its brutal marching procession, but they were bewildered by its brain-grabbing behavior.

Why is the tireless and death-defying army obsessed with that part?

Thanks to the aristocracy's long-term monopoly on knowledge and the church's impeachment and suppression of various attempts at exploration, the vast majority of ordinary people, including some doctors, knew almost nothing about the purpose and working mechanism of the brain. Most people still cling to the age-old fallacy that "isn't the brain? a useless organ used to produce snot?"

However, even if there are many professionals and people who have some understanding of the role of the brain, they cannot understand the inexplicable behavior of the "legion".

- What the hell are these destroyers-only aliens thinking?

In their opinion, the behavior of the "legion" is simply illogical.

Not to mention that even if the deceased's brain can be successfully activated, it is doubtful whether he can still think and judge normally. Even if the "Legion" really had some unknown technology that could allow the brains of the dead to function again, stealing and exploiting human wisdom from them. But why do they destroy memory centers?

The so-called wisdom is the product of the accumulation of experience. The so-called experience is the result of memory.

Destroying memory is tantamount to erasing all the experience and wisdom that the brain has accumulated so far, and isn't this contrary to the original purpose of effectively using the brain? Why do these machine-like aliens do such contradictory things?

This is not a contradiction at all. Humans are unable to comprehend the actions of the "Legion" simply because they are still using their own preconceived logic to interpret the "Legion" as a very different existence.

Memory is not only the basis of wisdom and experience, but also the source of self and personality.

In the diverse world, the accumulation of various memories, in the contact and friction with various people and things, a unique self that has been cut and shaped little by little - for a weapon that is completely averaged and has the only goal of killing, this is a completely unnecessary thing, an irreconcilable contradiction.

When you see someone who looks exactly like you, people are somewhat shaken. And when he came to his senses, not only did he become an alien, but he was surrounded by exactly the same thing. The reaction will be more than just wavering.

Self-awareness impairment can occur at least and mental breakdown on the spot. Either way, it means it's a useless defect.

Therefore, when harvesting the brain, the recycled type will definitely cut off the memory center, and then stuff the brain that has been thoroughly processed and retains intellectual functions into various models waiting to be equipped.

In principle, this is true, but there are very few exceptions.

For example, in order to make full use of the brains of excellent human commanders, which are excellent processors, and to tap the full potential of the neural circuits that have been strengthened through countless battles, it is necessary to preserve their talents and experience as much as possible. With this in mind, the "Legion" did not cut off the memory center, but imprinted the master-slave logic that was absolutely impossible to resist into those minds, so as to further strengthen the tactical use and command ability of the "Legion".

These special Commander types also include the Hunt type.

"He" lurked in the audience, holding his breath, and was able to grasp the full picture of the battle with the real-time information uploaded by the frontline units through the shared data link.

Pulses resembling sighs flashed through the data stream.

The poor creature who didn't die when he was damned, and was left behind - this sentence is really not more apt to describe himself.

In this nightmare battlefield where even "people die in human form and form" has become a luxury, retaining intact memories and personalities, and becoming a part of the "legion" is undoubtedly the most tragic of the many ends. From the moment the brain is removed and placed in an ugly shell, "his" time is frozen. Until one day he is destroyed or decayed, "he" will be imprisoned in the crevices that will not pass away and will not advance, and will continue to survive as an active undead.

If you have eyes that can shed tears, and if you have a mouth that you can cry about, it's good to cry a lot, at least you can accept it all through this catharsis.

Even this has become an unattainable luxury.

However, fate does not seem to have given up on "him".

Commanding the hunting type that carries the undead of his colleagues, the first task he receives is to fight with his former companions. Even if he has already realized it, "he" still can't help but sigh at the impermanence of fate.

- Perhaps, this is fate.

A wry smile drifted through the formatted brain marrow, and the cranial nerves that had been sharpened by the battle to glow began to operate at high speed.

The maglev mechanism counteracts the mass, and the hidden hunter type keeps jumping in the wilderness.

The foundation of the hunting type, the high-mobility stealth special warfare type, was originally a model known for its mobility, and because there is no need to worry about the burdensome bearing limit of the passengers, theoretically as long as the technology can be reached, their overload limit can be increased indefinitely. After receiving the data feedback from previous battles and further optimizing and improving the design, the Hunter did not reduce its mobility due to the additional load of the human brain, but on the contrary, its mobility increased.

The grasshopper-like jumps were already staggering, but now the hunting action is completely like a dragonfly dotting water, and even without the cover of optical camouflage and silent noise reduction measures, the human eye and electronic devices cannot lock the crazy dance steps. With a trick that can fool any means of detection, they're even more powerful.

Coupled with the special movable high-frequency blades, it is like a group of invisible deaths.

“...... It's really a good learner.,It's obviously just a bunch of stone monsters.。 ”

Seemingly casually taking a sip, Father Andersen suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and all his senses were mobilized to carefully capture all the information around him.

Roland also tried to search for traces of enemy planes with various detection devices of the "Unicorn", and to his surprise, radar, electromagnetic waves, infrared, thermal induction, ground vibration, magnetic fields - each detection method showed that there was nothing in front of them.

No way.

The wind from the high-speed movement of objects is whistling in the ears, and sometimes even blowing directly on the face.

They're here.

As if he is showing off his excellent stealth performance, he constantly uses high-speed movement to declare his existence, waiting for an opportunity to stretch out his minions.