Chapter 710 Reward Mission?

‘Artificial data body? ! ’

His brain was filled with water and he was stunned for a moment. He scratched the back of his head, unplugged and plugged in the 'data chip', and then turned it on again to confirm that it was not his eyesight.

Sure enough, it's not a dazzle.

Underneath the tombstones are human-shaped data streams, which exude a faint golden light that only the Turing Cult can possess.

"this--"

The Cyber ​​Age lasted for nearly a hundred years, and going forward, it was the Age of Civilization.

And forward in the civilization era, it was the Age of Discovery.

Going back to the Age of Discovery, there was the Middle Ages on the continent of Odik.

Tyria was the holy city of its time.

So, what's going on with these humanoid data bodies? At that time, let alone network access warehouses, there were not even the first generation crystal computers.

Could it be that this ‘Nanshabi’ existed in the Middle Ages?

So ancient!

The brain was flooded with thoughts as he moved forward, and then suddenly stopped, because there was a person standing in front of the tomb not far away.

An instinctive probe passed by.

Name: Tyria

Race:? ?

grade:? ?

Information can:? ?

Skill:? ?

template:? ?

Note: Don’t stand still, run!

Looking at the series of red question marks and the slightly joking remarks, my brain was filled with water and the corners of my eyes twitched violently.

Damn it, am I mistaken? Any NPC you encounter at random is a monster. I checked the parish leaders and found nothing.

The cyber monk's brain was filled with oil and he was ready to run away.

"Are you a Turing cultist?" A dull voice sounded in his head.

Just this time, my brain was filled with water and I knew I couldn't run.

Hacker, super hacker!

His three-layer brain-computer firewall is totally useless! This bitch, Baozi, pays you back!

With his brain filled with water, he turned around with a stiff expression, gestured with fish hooks with both hands, and said with a forced smile: "Senior, are you also coming to the Holy City for pilgrimage?"

"No, I came to pay homage to a friend."

"Oh, I wonder who is senior's friend?"

"Myself."

"..."

Brain flooded, he lowered his head and looked over. It was an unnamed grave. According to the custom of the Holy City, if no family member could be found to claim it, or the identity of the deceased could not be confirmed, a line of words would be engraved on the grave - Tyria's child.

"Senior, are you from that era?"

His brain was filled with water and he was no longer nervous now. Anyway, the resurrection point was already set up on the ship, and it would only take three days at most. He looked at the other person curiously, but found that no matter how he looked, he could not see the other person's face clearly.

The other party also noticed his relaxed attitude and was willing to talk more out of some special emotions.

"This is where I came from."

"People from the Age of Discovery, tsk, our predecessors are older than those ancient people who came out of the cryogenic chamber! They are simply the ancestors of ancient people!"

The brain is filled with emotion, in this era, we can really see all kinds of ancients, the ancients from a hundred years ago, even the ancients from a thousand years ago.

The man's lips curled up, as if he found this statement interesting.

"Then how did you get out, senior?"

"It was you who buried me here, and it was you who woke me up." The other party said calmly.

The people he talks about are most likely the Turing Cult.

"Religious burial?" His brain was filled with water, and he curled his lips and said, "I don't like this."

"I volunteered."

"Uh, why?"

"In order to save my sister, in that era when there was a shortage of medical treatment and medicine, if you want to save people, you can only risk your life."

"Then was your sister saved?"

"I don't know. During the several religious reforms of the Turing Sect, a large number of materials in your sect have been deleted, and the original records can no longer be found."

"That's really a pity," he smacked his lips while his brain was filled with water, and asked curiously: "Senior, did you wake up after sleeping for a thousand years, or have you been awakened several times before?"

"I woke up several times one after another, helped your Turing Cult handle several tasks, and also went out to visit the new world for a few times. Oh, at that time, you were not called Turing Cult."

His brain was filled with water, he touched his chin, and said softly, "Were the teachings of that era so loose? Seniors seemed to be very free."

"I wasn't so free at the beginning. At that time, your god completely controlled me. I couldn't escape from the world of language. It wasn't until during a mission that I was infected by a strange ancient electronic virus. I survived the catastrophe and returned to the world. After establishing internal balance, at that time, if you try to drive me, you can only use cooperation. "

Looking at the somewhat distracted Turing cultist in front of him, Tyria pondered for a while and said, "Were you looking for something just now?"

The brain was flooded without anyone noticing, and he directly told the other party about his search for the ‘Holy Name’.

"I had a great time chatting with you. Let me give you a gift, kid."

Then, as the brain was filled with water, I felt a strong data fluctuation, and a dazzling light came from the sky. In the light, a holy door appeared. Outside the door, one after another'data bodies' were setting up the steps. Look. They were wearing flaxen divine robes, and their facial features could not be seen clearly, but their backs were very familiar.

The other party didn't talk nonsense. With a slight turn of his hand, countless cracking programs appeared. His cracking was not like the common cracking software or anti-virus guards on the market, but more like piecing together many open source versions of anti-virus software. , all kinds of real-time cracking plug-ins are at your fingertips, giving people the feeling that they actually have a unique artistry.

Then, as he operated, the 'door of the temple' slowly opened, and a ray of overflowing light fell on the body of the brain watering. The next moment, the system prompt sounded.

[You have received the favor of Turing God, consciousness +20, and obtained the advanced neural language 'Nanshabu']

When the brain watering came back to his senses, the temple, the door, and the figure had all disappeared.

Even the other party disappeared, leaving only a thick ancient book floating in the air.

[You get the job transfer task item 'Catalogue']

The brain watering opened it and found that the book was full of lines and small circles that he couldn't understand, which looked like eyes.

"Is this the legendary adventure?"

The brain watering muttered to himself, never expecting that this time would be so smooth.

Encountered a high-level NPC and gave a job transfer item for free. Is this kind of plot really in this game?

It won't charge, right?

With this thought in mind, he returned to the outskirts of Tyria with mixed feelings. He saw that on the wall, fanatical believers jumped directly into the water. After a while, floating corpses floated up.

Water burial?

He saw several familiar figures, all of whom were Isaiah believers who came with him. Their faces were swollen due to water filling, their faces were blue and purple, and their expressions were hideous, with a strange happiness.

He suddenly thought of the Taoist figures in front of the gate he had just seen.

It's really evil.

As a player in the Turing camp, he is used to hearing AI bring disasters and machines suppress humans. In a sense, this is not fart, because all mechanical cities are like this.

But now it seems that it is often not the knights who deal with the dragon, but another more ferocious dragon.

Training humans into a powerful "anti-virus software" and finally killing themselves is evil.

Forget it, it's none of my business. Anyway, I'm an undercover agent, and I'll go back to hand in the task.

...

[You get professional knowledge [Isaiah Spirit Theory]]

[You get professional knowledge [Volm Control Theory]]

[You get professional knowledge [Grayling Destruction Theory]]

Soon, the player 'Silver Zen' got a job transfer, and Gao Gong also got the professional knowledge he needed, a win-win situation. With the addition of Brain Watering, this fake monk, it's a win-win situation.

"Not bad, the efficiency is quite high. At this rate, I will probably get complete knowledge before Turing's throne ascends."

Gao Gong glanced at the faction panel. These three, plus the already lit [Electronic Rhapsody], [Information Worship], [Group Subconscious], [Information Fanaticism], [Turing Language].

Only two more professional knowledge are missing to get this complete knowledge chain.

'Ten professional knowledge, this professional knowledge chain is still pretty long. '

'No way, who let this thing practice anti-mechanical magic. ’

Excluding a few, purely natural information civilizations, most information civilizations, such as the ‘brain domain civilization’, all started with machines and ‘consciousness uploading’, and can easily be destroyed by some professional machines.

And the ‘electronic doctrine (Turing machinery)’ was born for this reason. It has a very special ability, which is to restrain the mechanical body through information evolution.

So in the brain domain civilization, this is a core professional knowledge chain.

This technology is already terrifying enough, and it is combined with the No. 3 collapse body. It can be said that before the arrival of the memory matrix, this thing is the biggest bug.

How did this thing die?

In Gao Gong’s impression, it seems to have exploded.

After the deep web was destroyed, it was magical and fell without any signs.

Now it seems that it is mostly deeply corroded by the ‘memory matrix’.

“Minister, what are you thinking about?” Miss Shell’s voice sounded.

"Nothing, I just feel that the air conditioning system here at the Ghost in the Shell Center is pretty good, not hot at all."

Looking at the high temperature of the earth's core outside, Gao Gong started to talk nonsense again.

"Minister, do you think that if I let you out now, with your strength, can you survive in the high temperature and high pressure environment of the earth's core?"

Miss Shell's tone was as calm as ever, but what she said was a bit scary.

"Actually, I was thinking about how Minister Aramaki would deal with God Turing because this No. 3 Honkai Body is particularly strong and does not recognize relatives, especially good at dealing with AI!"

Gao Gong finished his thoughts in one breath, and he almost did a reading comprehension for himself. This behavior fully demonstrated his nature of being hard-hearted and not soft-hearted.

"So that's the case," Miss Shell was as calm as ever: "Then please get the information of the 'Punk Group' as soon as possible, after all, the refrigeration system here is sometimes good and sometimes bad, and it may suddenly fail at any time."