Chapter 282

Until now, I still can't simply judge whether this thing is right or wrong. Those robots are very good military robots. Their mission completion rate is unprecedentedly high. At first, we thought this was a great improvement. Until one dispatch found that the robots seemed... beyond the control of humans. "

He seemed to be lost in thought. For a moment, Olivia thought he would say something, but then his lips tightened tightly. Marshal Rothesay immediately raised his eyelids: That is not something that should be in this era. We decided to Destroy them. "

However, businessmen are always businessmen. The people at Shoemaker Mechanical Research Institute postponed their destruction plan, wanting to destroy only their brains and then use the materials on them to manufacture other mechanical products. Then, those robots escaped, and before leaving, they took with them the last robot built by the institute based on the opponent's set of drawings..."

Their escape techniques were very professional, but the people at the institute didn't pay attention because those robots had self-destruction systems inside their bodies, and then..."

Rothesay's gray-blue eyes looked at Olivia.

You should know what happened next. When I saw them again, I found that they had become them. "

He paused, and then said: Not to explain for myself, but before I left with my troops, your robot named Alpha once talked to me. "

He knocked on the door politely and held a cup of life fruit tea in his hand, which was very in line with human conversation habits.

What did you talk about? "At this point, Olivia finally spoke to Marshal Rothesay.

Luo Sisai looked at him quietly, and then suddenly smiled slyly.

That's a conversation between adults, so I won't tell you! "

He smiled so happily that he accidentally moved some of the muscles that were swollen by Olivia, and then he screamed in pain, not at all like a marshal.

...Please allow me to take my leave. Olivia nodded slightly, then strode away.

Just before his palm was about to touch the automatic door verification machine, Marshal Rothesay's voice sounded from behind him again:

Olivia, do you think I'm wrong? Do you want to judge me? "

However, your current military rank cannot judge me. If I want to pursue it, it will be based on your actions just now. Without me taking action, anyone with a higher position than you will just give you a dangerous mission and you will be completely finished.

And I am still unscathed. "

Even if you are promoted to a general, you still can't judge me. Even if you finally become a marshal, you still can't. "

There is only one position that can judge me, you know? "

Listening to his words, Olivia's fingers moved firmly over the verification machine without any pause, and then walked out of the heavily guarded conference room door.

The moment she walked out of the conference room door, Olivia had returned to her usual self. Seeing him finally coming out, Todd and Jopson hurriedly walked in his direction.

The Eighth Army is ready. "Yopson said respectfully.

In terms of logistical supplies, Marshal Rothesay's approval documents are all in place. "Todd then whispered.

Well, thank you for your hard work. "Olivia just nodded slightly, and then walked towards the brand new Baiyun Duoduo not far away: "Our mission this time is to chase down the enemy's remnants. It sounds like a thankless task, but don't worry. , I guarantee you will have a good future in the future."

You can rest assured that every sergeant under the Eighth Army will not question the mission you accept. "Yopson said hurriedly.

With a smile on his face, he responded to the greetings of the soldiers on duty along the way, and Olivia immediately stepped into the cabin of the Baiyun Duoduo. His expression was always self-possessed, even a little serious, until he entered the operation room alone. Only the cute moments are left.

Duoduo, we are going to see Mugen! "At that moment, Olivia smiled.

I smiled happily.

Where Mugen was, he didn't know;

He didn't know how many star fields he needed to search for;

He had no idea how many years this process would last and how many difficulties and obstacles he would encounter.

Olivia knew only one thing: He was now on his way to meet Mugen.

In the next two years, the Eighth Army of the Empire led by Olivia swept through almost all the star fields of the Empire.

Finally, on July 13, year 410 of the Astral Calendar, in a certain star field near Stellar Star, Olivia personally destroyed the last invader and destroyed the opponent's passage at the same time.

The history of the empire's invasions ended this year.

It was also in this year that the empire met the criteria for entering a higher civilization. In the process of chasing the invaders, the Eighth Army of the Empire discovered a way to the outside world.

The first spaceship from a higher civilization is now at the end of the channel. It is leisurely heading towards the Baiyun Duoduo where Olivia is.

And at the same time—&mda

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Mugen is on that ship.

The author has something to say: I will write so much today. My mood has been very ups and downs today. I am sorry that I can only write so much. I will make up the rest tomorrow.

Some readers already know what happened in the past few days, and some may not.

In fact, for me, Jinjiang is a place where I write stories for everyone to read. I hope that what I can share with you is my story, not my gossip.

However, this time I do want to say something unrelated to the story.

However, it cannot be said that it is completely irrelevant.

Because, there is no afterlife, original return, these two stories were plagiarized.

A reader mentioned it in the comments a long time ago, and a reader who read the two stories at the same time said it was not the same. I didn't care at the time, and things passed like that.

Then came this time.

When the palette appeared in front of my eyes, I knew immediately: the other party must have plagiarized it.

Yes, others may not know, but I bet the person who plagiarized and the person who was plagiarized will know it clearly when they see the story.

I can't remain indifferent because my story has been used in another era and in a different context.

Next, please forgive me for using the words "plagiarism".

For a creator, "plagiarism" is an insulting word, but I insist on using this word here.

The other party is very clever, and what they copied is the character, plot, and details.

Most people can't tell it if they don't look carefully, but if they look a little closer and are familiar with the frame character of the afterlife, they can recognize it immediately.

I am a good-tempered person, and all bad things are solved in the third dimension. In the second dimension, I am a quiet person who only does what I like. Because I like it, I will update no matter how tired I am from work, even in the early morning. renew.

After I came to Jinjiang, there was a more relaxed environment where I could write longer stories, so I began to concentrate on constructing the world in my mind. I wanted to write stories that happened within the framework of my own world. There were happy things and sad things, everyone. Everyone knows each other. Readers can watch them grow up and know where to buy things on the commercial streets they often go to, which store has what characteristics, and whose cakes are the best...

This is my ideal.

However, the characters in this frame had their genders changed, their names changed, and they were moved to another unknown place.

At this time, I was a little confused, but not angry yet.

As I said before, most of the time I am a good-tempered person, and it is not easy for me to get angry.

Until I saw a reader’s comment.

Someone went to the other party's post to comment on the other party's plagiarism, and then these people were scolded? !

And then someone asked me to restrain my readers from doing such bad things?

Bad things?

Are you kidding?

Someone stole something on the bus, and passers-by bravely called out to remind everyone. Isn't it the thief who should be stopped at this time? Why should we order those who act bravely to silence themselves?

Is there any justice in this world?

There are different readers in any text. Everyone's story reveals his or her three views. Readers who like my story should agree with the three views expressed in the story. If you can read the same story, in fact, the three views are close. good friend.

That's why No Afterlife has so many comments and so many like-minded readers who are willing to discuss the story together, because everyone can talk to each other.

Yesterday, a reader posted a comment on another person's article. The tone was nice and soft, but he expressed his thoughts after comparing it, and then he was attacked. I clicked on her reader ID and looked at it. I recognized her. Yes, I remember every reader who often leaves me messages. She is a very cute girl. She usually discusses the plot with everyone in a normal way. I think she should not like to participate in such things, but she acted foolishly. I hope she can remind the other party that I don't think she has any malicious intentions at all.

However she was attacked. A group of people attacked her with very vicious language.

I guess she must have been having a hard time at that moment.

At least, I am writing about her experience with tears streaming down my face.

Then yesterday I didn't see her comment.

I don't know if she was disheartened, but I knew she must be hurt.

That's when I became really angry.

I'm very angry.

At that moment, I decided this was not how it would end.

Deliberately create an image of low-key writing, and all the voices are made by your own readers. You say you are sick, but why do you write more articles every day when you are sick?

I was so disgusted by this incident that I almost didn’t want to write about it.

I am reminded of a story. Two mothers went to the judge with a child in their arms at the same time. They both said that the child was their biological child. The judge could not decide, so he ordered the two mothers to pull the child's arms together. Whoever pulled the child over would have the child. .

Halfway through, the child cried loudly, and then one of the mothers let go. The judge immediately ruled that the child was hers, reasoning: Only a real mother would cry for her child.