I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 629: The meaning of life
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Earth calendar in spring 2909 AD.
It is the time when everything on earth is reviving, and winter is coming to spring.
In the Unknown Fleet, Tong Ling slowly stood up from the freezer, and countless pieces of combat obedience flew out of the eight cargo boxes next to the freezer, spinning in the sky, one after another at an extremely fast speed. Piece by piece on her body.
Her freezer is unique, with its own huge warehouse.
Beside her freezer, there is a T100 Forgai armor that has been remodeled countless times and is completely different from the prototypes many years ago.
This is so that Tong Ling can enter the armor as soon as she wakes up and intervene in the battle when there is an emergency mission.
Over the years, she has been the anchor of the Unknown Fleet.
The same is true today, even more so than ever.
At any time, in the hearts of any generation, her existence has an extremely noble meaning.
The successors of the fleet have never witnessed the rise of mankind on the Lone Star, step by step to the staggering and difficult steps of the entire Morrowind Empire. They lack reverence for generations of colonial pioneers. Technology, from one planet to another planet to take root and sprout is a very simple matter.
They subconsciously ignored the hardships recorded in the historical records for the pioneers to get out of the earth, and they also ignored when the level of technology was not enough, the pioneers left their hometowns to go to the distant starry sky and desperately fought with the nature of the alien planet. bitter.
They take what they have now for granted. The alien storms, the invasion of alien creatures, and the disaster-class ship failures that their ancestors encountered when they opened up the planet are ancient stories. Not the blood and tears shed by their ancestors.
However, in the process of their growth, almost all of them have seen the living legend with their own eyes. They have seen Tong Ling rush to the enemy line again and again wearing armor that has been damaged and repaired hundreds of times. among.
Everyone knows that it is precisely because Tong Ling gave up her soul and turned herself into the sharpest knife, the most tyrannical warrior, and the most responsible instructor that human beings have so far been able to survive for two years. During the 100-year voyage, he avoided the risk of exposure time and time again, arrived at the current position, and reproduced the current population.
Tong Ling is a living legend in the fleet, no doubt about it.
The Free Will Alliance denies the meaning of the fleet's advance, denies the most lofty ideal pursued by the first generation, and denies the oaths made by the first-generation expedition members represented by Qin Guang when they moved forward, but they never denied that Tong Ling would not The bravery of fear of sacrifice and the illustrious name laid down in armored battles again and again.
Free will launched a coup d'etat, and also deliberately chose Tong Ling's dormant period during the regular flight.
Some people even want to take a look and take away the frozen Tong Ling, hoping that when Totem wakes up, he can see a new human civilization in another star system.
But what should happen will happen eventually.
Man's sharpest knife is only drawn in the most critical moment.
Tong Ling, who has linearized all her feelings, has the most compassionate kindness and the most ruthless determination.
She no longer thinks about the meaning of life, or whether the enemy is human or compound-eyed or whatever.
In her world, there are only two points and one line.
The two points are for oneself and the enemy, and the first line is the line of blood that shoots out when the enemy is smashed.
Tong Ling only took 0.1 seconds to complete the information exchange with the doomsday suppression program.
In her combat retinal projection, markings are completed in moments.
Tens of thousands of ships and as many as hundreds of millions of combat units are colored in two colors.
The lesser part, which is red, is human.
This is the first time that humans have marked their own ships in red since they entered the interstellar age.
In the course of history, in fact, some things will happen sooner or later and cannot be stopped.
Because of Chen Feng's existence and the belief passed down by Chen Feng, the birth of the red that belongs to his own people has been delayed by hundreds of years, but some things will be late, but they will not be missed.
Civilization is like a human being. During a lifetime, some cancer cells are destined to be produced in the body.
If the immune system is suppressed in time, these cancer cells will disappear silently.
If left unchecked or if the immune system fails to do its thing, the cancer cells will continue to spread until they devour the person whole.
The T100 equipment self-check is on.
The self-test is very fast.
1%, 5%, 11%...80%...
At the same time that Tong Ling's armor self-check was about to be completed, a team of free-will warriors wearing portable armor of almost the same height appeared in front of Tang Yinghu's door.
Boom!
The door was blasted open.
Tang Yinghu was floating in front of the window, quietly looking out the window.
She has lost sight of the beautiful virtual starry sky.
The aftermath of the war in the Free Will Alliance destroyed the artificial star projection that existed for aesthetic purposes.
The movement behind her did not make Tang Yinghu look back. She still looked into the distance, with her left hand on the window frame and her right hand on her lower abdomen.
Tang Yinghu's peculiar composure confused the armored warriors at the door.
Bill Clayston's expression was distorted and angry when he raised his right hand and aimed the beam gun on his forearm at Tang Yinghu's door.
His eyes were filled with anger that would devour the stars.
The muscles of his clenched teeth tensed like a nuclear bomb tense before it exploded.
Before becoming a soldier, Bill Clayston was a member of the Chromosome 11 Compilation Team of the Nuwa Project's Chromosome Information Institute.
His work is very boring and uncreative. It is to cooperate with intelligence to constantly check whether the permutation and combination of chromosome 11 are feasible.
The work content is to get a new set of data from the previous section, enter the intelligent core, start the calculation, wait for the data to collapse during the calculation, and then find the point of the collapse, and judge and filter the possible collapse through the subjective thinking that belongs only to humans. The reasons for this were organized into a table and reported to the Nuwa Project Command Center.
In the entire artificial gene grouping work, this is already a relatively later process, and there is no clear evaluation of success. The content of the work is all based on the previous process. According to the depth of information, the arrangement and combination methods are constantly adjusted. formed on the chromosome carrier.
Bill has been dealing with chromosome 11 for thirty years since he came of age in 2877 and passed the entrance examination.
Thirty years have been like one day, the moment he opened his eyes every day, the data packets from the previous process were what appeared in his brain repeatedly, and what appeared in his retina.
As a third-generation human, Bill is active and tall.
Working in such a boring job for many years, looking at the two points and one line of his life, he seems to be able to see the end at a glance. He gradually feels impatient and despair in his heart. Inexplicable hatred.
The moment the tentacles of the Free Will Alliance touched him, he joined it without hesitation, and began military training after 2907.
In just two short years, Bill Clayston has become a Class A Combatant.
His hatred and anger towards Tang Yinghu were ignited the moment he passed the A-level evaluation.
In his heart, it was Tang Yingyu, a woman who did not give birth, who destroyed his life, causing him to fall into the eternal torture of that unfortunate job.
Now that he had the opportunity to attack this residential ship, he did not hesitate to lead his team to this place.
Before blasting open the door, he didn't plan what to do next, maybe he just wanted to smash the door to see if the woman inside had three heads and six arms, otherwise why would he destroy the lives of so many people.
Now he saw Tang Yinghu's back, the ray gun on his arm was aimed at the back of the man's head, but he was lost.
Kill?
Don't kill?
Will killing her make Nuwa's plan a dream come true, and let all those who are suffering just like me get their souls liberated?
But...
Bill's emotions tell him, pull the trigger.
With one shot, all souls who died of exhaustion in Nuwa's plan will be comforted.
But reason is telling him that this plan is very important, and it is related to the distant, great future of mankind that has nothing to do with itself.
This pull of the trigger is destined to make him a more notorious historical sinner than Judas, and it also completely negates the meaning of his first thirty years of life and the dedication and struggle of more people.
"Hu! Hu! Hu! Captain, there are eight Doomguard IIs coming towards us, and there are thirty seconds to go, what should we do? Really... Really kill her? "
After two seconds of pain in Bill's thinking, his team members reminded in a hurried tone.
The Doomsday Guardian is not a standing force of the fleet. In the past voyages, this kind of individual intelligent warfare machine with a body similar to ordinary humans only exists in the database of the brain.
But with the outbreak of armed conflict, the doomsday suppression program began to create this new type of combat unit in each ship at a breakneck speed. Its function is to clear the rebels from the inside of the ship. Powerful, explosive performance, firepower ferocious.
Bill Clayston was shocked when he heard the words, his eyes quickly condensed, and the muscles of his fingers slowly tightened.
Boom!
The shot did not hit Tang Yinghu.
A short figure stood between the ray gun and Tang Ying, with a big hole in his chest.
Compared with regular fleet soldiers, the combat uniforms of Free Will Alliance soldiers are not equipped with a medical security system that requires the support of super artificial intelligence servers, and cannot cure such fatal injuries to the torso. Closing wounds and prolonging life for a short period of time.
"What are you doing!"
Bill stared at the man in astonishment.
The person who was hit slowly removed his helmet, mouth after mouthful of blood.
This is a young face, with a contorted expression of excruciating pain.
This person is another member of Bill's team, a third-generation teenager.
"Captain, she is Nuwa! She is the nurturer of the sage's wife! We just want to continue the human race in our own way, not destroy our civilization! Captain, don't...she did nothing wrong, She doesn't even have a will of her own."
Under the stimulation of hormones, the free-will warrior with a hole in his chest finished saying these words, and then collapsed.
The energy response of the ray gun finally made Tang Yinghu turn around.
Bill's gaze slowly moved up from the corpse of his teammate, and then looked at Tang Yinghu.
His breathing stopped, his heart seemed to be pinched.
His mind went blank, save for a few lingering questions.
What kind of eyes are these?
Why is it so empty, yet as deep as the Milky Way, with a sea of blood boiling inside?
What are the thoughts that go through this woman's head every day?
Does she know that she is reproductively isolated from humans?
Does she know that she and humans are not actually the same creature?
How does she feel about the human beings who created her?
Does she know what she means to exist?
When Bill was in a daze, his teammates in the back reminded him again that the Doom Guardian was about to arrive.
"Knock her out, grab her, and send her to the freezer!"
Bill finally made a decision, slowly raising his legs and walking forward.
But in the next moment, Tang Yinghu's empty eyes suddenly focused, no longer confused, only the killing intent soaring to the sky.
Tang Yinghu's slender left hand patted the window frame lightly, and her figure disappeared.
Bill flinched.
The next moment, Tang Yinghu appeared next to the fallen soldier's corpse, and his right hand pulled out a neutron membrane tactical dagger from the soldier's corpse's waist.
As soon as she drew her knife, her dagger seemed to swipe gently on the floor, sending sparks into the sky.
Her body began to rotate and change direction at high speed, like a blooming blood-red rose.
The blade slashed diagonally in front of a team member.
Blood blooms from the neck of this Free Will Alliance fighter.
Tang Yinghu's knife cut into the slit of the snake scale structure of the armored neck guard extremely accurately.
Liquids began to spill from the gravityless cabin, with red blood and sparkling tears.
"Shoot! Kill her!"
Bill Clayston watched another teammate fall, fell into great panic and anger, and tried to target Tang Yinghu again in a roar.
However, Tang Yinghu's movements were too fast to be aimed at with the ray gun alone.
One by one his team members fell.
Bill didn't hesitate, took a step back, and opened the cover on the back of his right hand, where there was a red button.
When pressed, his portable armor instantly releases full power, creating a massive explosion.
At this time, the Nuwa Project team responsible for taking care of Tang Yinghu's diet, daily life and health status on the resident ship had already fallen into great confusion and panic.
The distress signal was sent out like a volcanic eruption.
More and more Doomguards are coming here.
Meanwhile, a woman's voice sounded inconceivably in the work group's mind-capturing group.
This is Tang Yinghu's mental activity~IndoMTL.com~ In the past few decades, this thought capture team could only collect empty white noise. This is the first time in history that Tang Yinghu's brain has been found to belong to human consciousness .
"I don't know why I live or fight.
Maybe I am, as you say, a stumbling block in the lives of countless of you.
But I don't need to repent because I did nothing wrong.
I never wanted to live either, I just couldn't let him die.
I don't want to kill you either.
I want to be friends with you.
I really, really suffer. "
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