Chapter 726 18 Catching Eagles (V. Belisariukol's One-Man War)

Chapter 726 18. Catching Eagle (Five, a war of one -person in Belicari Kurl)

If anyone can stay with Belicyliu Calle at this moment on the bridge of the Supreme enthusiast, then he can easily draw a conclusion that this ship is not normal.

Yes, it is not normal.

There is no vast land in its bridge, the star map of the data without rolling the data at all times, no busy sailor, and not even much decoration. Here is bare, primitive steel gray everywhere, it looks simple and surprising.

There may be only two things that are worthy of the effect here and the effect of decoration.

First, it is those huge observation windows. The cold and light in the universe can illuminate every corner of the bridge through them without any obstruction without turning on any lighting.

Second, it is a huge steel floor, countless cables arch it to guard it, making it look like a unique throne

And Belicari Kur stood on it.

Most of the cables buried under the deck are connected to his body, from time to time, some weird buzz came as to. His one -eyed was closed tightly, and the light of the righteous eyes was also dim, and his expression continued to hover between pain and calmness, as if he was dreaming.

Well, I am afraid it ’s not much worse -remotely manipulate more than hundreds of millions of fighter servants, hundreds of thousands of fighters, and thousands of flying platforms for providing armed, supplies and medical assistance. This kind of thing is compared with dreams. How different can there be?

Cobier really hopes that he can recall what normal sleep and dreams are, so that he can compare the feelings at the moment.

He wanted to get the correct conclusion, at least part of him thought so.

Nineteenth 1627.

Suddenly this number of Calle's thoughts, this is the total number of thinking processes he run at the same time at the same time. In other words, he divided himself into 15,27,27 copies and allocated them one by one to process those astronomical data torrents.

Every second, he has to complete at least one million data interaction. These things will be accurately introduced into his main processor and multiple processors, and eventually gather in his thinking space. Wall.

Yes, he is imagining a wall with a display on the top. Each display shows different pictures: the machine servant of cluster operations, searching for ruins to find the survivor drone. We offer a flight platform for ammunition supply

Some of Calle's part of the strong arrogance can not help but have a strong arrogance: Can the group of decaying old and immortal do this kind of thing? Can they reverse the situation like me with their own strength?

This question was thrown to him in another part, and the answer quickly appeared: No, they did not work, but your arrogance was actually meaningless. If they can have such a source of power beyond imagination like you, what is difficult to separate nearly 20,000 thinking?

Well, it makes sense, but this also means that I can go further. I can feel that the pieces are far from reaching its limit.

Maybe I can

This idea had just risen, and Calle himself was destroyed by himself, and even the process of thinking was not let go.

He did not feel mercy about this, as if the knowledge and memory stored in that process were not important -what impact it had on him? One or two seconds of hesitation? The gurgling sound in the throat?

Perhaps both are there, maybe there are more, but Calle does not care about it. The process of thinking of 19,266 is running at the same time with the peculiarity rate beyond imagination.

He has done similar things in the past, but he has never been as radical as today. Time passed one minute by minute. Unconsciously, the walls that Calle imagined had disappeared and those monitors had disappeared. Where the servant servant and drone is located.

He could almost see, smell and feel everything.

For example, he feels that he is standing in the huge flood of the sky in the huge city of Chemos. The enhanced crawler that replaces the legs is growing. The intelligent enemy -finding system has marked tens of thousands of enemies in the neurons at the same time.

Then it launched and launched with the other 3,999 fighters in the battle group.

The arc is shrouded in the sky above their heads like a giant net. The blue and white lightning glory completely wrapped the flies, and their limbs were broken, flesh and blood, and the bulging abdomen burst into the moment.

Not long ago, the human flesh and blood that they were swallowed into the belly also dropped together, and the machine was full of machines. The sensor completely returned the smell through complex translation procedures to Kobe, making the attachment behind him twitching for a while. The desire to kill not only calmed down, but even more vigorous.

However, at the same time, he is also searching for survivors in the second giant city, which is extremely far away from No. 17.

He was not on the surface, but was somewhere on the ground. According to the map and extremely simple surveying and mapping knowledge, he used to be the municipal square of the city. In the raging of the huge vines, it was destroyed into uneven fragments and was buried into the bottom.

Based on program calculations and radar detection, Caul believes that there are still people alive here - the results of calculations and detection are always correct, but not necessarily good. There are indeed people alive here, but their lives are like candles in the wind and need to be saved.

Some giant worms are feasting here.

Caul used the sensors of the servitor to gaze forward and saw that the fragments of the square with a sunken design had been completely filled with people's blood and limbs, and the fat and white body of the worm was swimming happily in this sea of ​​blood.

Absurdly and painfully, a fountain sculpture in the square actually survived the disaster. Countless blood was flowing out of a kettle held by a stone-carved girl and poured into a huge stone bowl.

The bowl was held in the hands of a son of the emperor who was also carved out of stone. There was a calm smile on his face, but it was now stained with blood.

Caul's body in reality shook a little - in the rage in the mind space, he calmly issued new orders to this battle group.

A thousand fighter servants immediately cut off their own landing ropes, and the various powerful potions stored in their bodies were quickly injected, bringing unparalleled short-term explosive power.

They quickly landed on the body of the monster and began to hurt it severely with the curved blades with decomposition fields installed in both hands. The other three thousand fighter servants who were still slowly descending used the plasma rapid cannons in their left hands to fire together at this moment, covering the huge body of the thing that was tens of meters long in an instant.

The epidermis was broken, pus splashed, and the thing let out a low howl, and then rolled up, causing the square stuck between the rock walls to tremble violently.

Seeing this, Kaul made a prompt decision and activated the deflagration cannons on his heavy machine servants that he had not preheated for fear of hurting the survivors. Five hundred light spots flashed together, and the power of Om Messiah was briefly manifested here, and the creature had turned into a huge, burning corpse, illuminating the darkness.

The survivors huddled in the ruined city hall and watched all this in a daze, until Cawl manipulated a servitor to approach them and shouted the name of the Emperor through a microphone, and then tears slid down their cheeks.

The above are just the "immersive" experience brought by two processes in the past one and a half minutes. With every second of real time, Cawl encountered, killed, and saved many more things.

He saved a group of children who were blocked by their parents in the air-raid shelter of the Sixth City; he supported a group of auxiliary troops fighting on the high-rise building in the center of the Eleventh City; he purified all the zombies infected and resurrected by the plague in the residential area of ​​the Twentieth City.

Every second, he can experience a lot, but he still has not achieved a secondary goal he set for himself.

He has not found Anazion Sosa Cawl yet.

The 19,626 thought processes that govern the Great Sage spoke in unison: I must find him, he cannot fall into the hands of those things, otherwise I will fail his life, and I will also fail the Emperor and everyone.

He searched, operating one battle group after another, retrieving the search records of one drone after another.

He walked in the burning wilderness of the Fourth City, propped up the Emperor's statue in the collapsed cathedral of the Ninth City, and dug out one human remains after another in the entire collapsed and sunken city center of the Twelfth City - human bodies should be buried, not left here, infected by flies and maggots, and rotted to become another slave of the evil god.

He was so focused, but not anxious, and even had the leisure to joke with himself.

If I didn't give him so much freedom, and turned to be a real dictator, treating him with the attitude of treating my own work, would the current situation be better? Even if I just asked him which city he was going to visit.?

Ah, Emperor, I hope you understand that I am not the kind of person who will put life and life on both ends of the scale to measure their value, but Anazion is a special case.

In this battle, I can die, the Emperor's children can die, anyone on Chemos can die, but he can't. His blood must not be obtained by that thing.

This sentence merged into the complex sea of ​​his thoughts like a drop of water, leaving no trace, only this little wave. And Belisarius Cawl didn't realize that he had just prayed to the Emperor.

Did he get a response? Maybe, but it may also be that his servitors and drones covering the entire surface of Chemos did something inevitable with their numbers - in a ruin in the south of the Third City, through the sensor of a drone, he saw Anazion's face.

The charred black left by the flames and smoke covered his pale face, looking like some kind of ancient war makeup. There was a huge wound on the right side of his forehead, which was now scabbed, but the traces left by the blood were still there. He stood straight, staring at the sky, covered in blood, and surrounded by the corpses of Chemos people with painful and twisted expressions.

Cawl controlled the drone to fly in front of him.

"Report to me, Anazion." The drone uttered a cold synthetic voice. "I see signs of fighting."

But his creation shook its head, and for the first time in its life, it did not follow his order.

"I have nothing to say, Creator. As you can see, I am injured, but not seriously. I did a self-assessment, and the results showed that my combat effectiveness has not decreased. I am not tired, and the diseases that exist here cannot affect me."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Koh heard that he didn't say anything -and he was shocked.

Is he asking me?

Looking at the calm face, Cobir suddenly felt weird. Usually, he is not a tolerant creator. When treating his creation, he couldn't even tolerate a small running error.

In his opinion, although his works and creations of Belicatliu Calle did not reach the perfect level, he would also be able to run stably in the hardest environment until it was damaged.

But now, he didn't feel the familiar anger anymore. On the contrary, he even felt relieved.

Is my personality wrong? He asked himself in doubt and retrieved.

The process of thinking of 19,266 was reported together after a second: No, Belicari Kohl's personality is perfect and sound, and it is still arrogant and unreasonable.

All right

The drone made a cold voice again: "Do you want to stay here to fight?"

Anaqion nodded firmly.

"Need me to remind you of the huge value, the first cast?" Calle deliberately replaced the code to call him and make the last persuasion. "I remember, I told you a long time ago, even if it's just a drop of blood, it may cause some people or something to fall crazy."

"I know, the creator."

Anaqion took two steps back and bowed slightly. He lowered his head and said calmly.

"I am a miracle, the supreme masterpiece of genetic engineering, and the shield that you can resist the threat to humans in your idea. You have said these to me, and I remember them in my heart. "" "

"I want to stay here and fight. Maybe I can't compare with your other creatures in terms of efficiency. I will also know that you will use this argument to refute me, but if I can save one more person, I think I think This is completely worth it.

Kobe fell into silence again, and many completely opposite ideas were gathered in his heart.

He agreed for a while, and then objected, and for a while, he thought that Ana Zion would be injured, but after a while, he felt that he was very correct -and in the end, they were calm.

The words of a word from Calle's memory defeated the thoughts. The sentence originated from himself. He never exported it in the real sense. There was only one person who heard it in the world.

First of all, I want to save a child.

Standing on his lonely bridge, Belicari Kurou laughed.

In the ruins of the third city of the third city, the drone roared coldly and praised.

"Very good -stay here, wait for ten minutes! I will transport you armor and weapons in the name of the emperor, you will become their shield! Fight for humans, my creation!"

"As you wish."

Anaqion got up and answered.

He looked at the body of the supervisor Crey Gothen, holding a little fist.