The Original Seeker Chapter 571: Blood of life and death
In the end, the phantom still didn't do anything, just watched the gang of ineffective juniors and sighed alone.
He knew that his remaining power could no longer kill all bloodline monks, not to mention the star torch on the side would definitely stop it, this phantom had no chance to shoot.
In the "Three Laws of Robots" of Xing Torch's thinking logic, there are special clauses aimed at creators and ruthless people.
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"What's the reason for giving it to me?" Bai Mo casually accepted the source seed from Yuanwuchu in the eyes of a large group of people in the aristocratic army.
The monster wave that erupts once in twenty years will only give birth to a few large and small source species each time, most of which are only three-color and four-color, and seven-color source species will only appear once every few hundred years.
Even the four great families who already have a seven-color source seed will definitely not be so casual, or even hold it a little disgustingly, and absorbing the source seed of the same level will also have a certain improvement effect.
Bai Mo's unrequited behavior caused a lot of envy and hatred.
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"You are destined." Xu Ying replied.
"I don't need it." He didn't think this kind of thing that could only benefit blood descendants had any meaning to him. Compared with the memory of the Eighth Generation that Yuan Wuchu left for him, this thing is really not worth mentioning.
"Where is your family? Is it possible that you and me, each generation is a memory inheritance?"
As the origin of witches, each generation shoves all of their memories to the next generation and then dies. After the seven or eight generations, his concept of family is actually somewhat vague.
After all, the family from each life is different, and there are eight memories of family life in eight lives. It is a very difficult decision to whom to shelter.
"I don't need it." Bai Mo still repeated the same words.
"Are you a born and ruthless person?"
From Bai Mo's words, he didn't read any hint of humility.
Yuan Wu Chu hated the ruthless personality that ruined his life, so his tone of voice to Bai Mo suddenly became colder.
"Why do you need blood inheritance?" Bai Mo asked back, "After removing the genetic information that can be copied at will, what is the difference between them and strangers?"
"If you simply talk about blood affinity and similarity, which relatives can be higher than their own clones? Rather than sheltering their relatives, it is better to shelter the clones that are closest to their genes?"
"What is a clone?" The phantom was said a little dazed.
"A life that can be mass-produced, bloodline information is exactly the same as yours."
"……"
Things like are too much to challenge the three views of the ancients, Yuan Wuchu.
He has lived in a society where blood is everything for eight lifetimes, but now suddenly he hears that blood is something that can be copied at will.
"What a crazy race you are...you have the courage to desecrate the sacred blood!"
As a bloodline aristocrat and one of the founders of the aristocratic family system, Yuan Wuchu was a little uncomfortable, but in his eyes that were so blurred that he could not see clearly, there seemed to be such a trace of hope.
Bai Mo didn't interrupt, waiting for the phantom that hesitating and wanting, and hesitating to stop.
"Maybe you really have hope of breaking everything." After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made some determination.
"Do you want to say something about ‘the truth’?"
"How do you know!"
"Guess it."
"Sure enough, I am a fellow man."
"My next words, how do you plan to keep them?"
"The order of what you are about to say is disturbed." Bai Mo replied.
"This is meaningless, it is impossible to hide it."
"I have my own plans."
"Well, since you insist."
You and I mumble each other, but don't mention what they are referring to.
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"...It's just a chess piece..." When Bai Mo came back to his senses, the phantom had completely disappeared from the world. Only these five words remained in his memory, and the context did not recall at all. stand up.
"Sure enough, as I thought, this information cannot be passed on to the hands of the second insider."
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"Where is the phantom that can create seven-color source species?"
"Where is the evil spirit?"
"Why are they all gone?!"
"How can dozens of evil lords disappear inexplicably?"
"Who can tell me what happened!"
sat on the Ark’s command room and watched the live broadcast of Hasta from the wild world. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The time shown in the lower right corner of the live video, from 01:59:58, jumped directly to it. 02:00:00, the middle second was dug out abruptly!
And in the second of being dug out, the ghost that was the focus of the audience was forcibly disappeared. After 02:00:00, it was completely lost along with all the evil spirits. .
"I'm afraid, someone from a higher position has taken action." The man with a mask on the side noticed a subtle discomfort.
"The last second they were still talking, the next second the shadow disappeared. There is only one truth! There is a problem with what they said!"
"What can be treated like this if you say something wrong..."
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"The creator was obliterated by heaven." Yuan Wuchu disappeared, except for the white ink, only Xingju knew the truth.
"Unfortunately, a talented person."
, he had prepared for a long time. This time, he split what Yuan Wuchu had told himself after disrupting the order, and divided them into words, which were recorded in the memories of different Holy Promenades under his command, each of them remembered one word.
Bai Mo chose to do this because he felt that all the information that could be expressed in words could be found in the dictionary after being disassembled into words, but the dictionary was still alive and well and was not wiped out by the unknown.
So as long as a piece of information is disassembled into independent units, so that different people can write down only one word, then the existence of this piece of information will be eliminated, and the person who can remember the information as a whole will no longer exist.
He decided to take a gamble.
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"I lost, I admit that you will bring a true golden age to the human race~IndoMTL.com~ Xingju is unwilling to mention more about Yuanwuchu, and simply admits failure.
It relies on the overwhelming combat power of the Wei family in the wild world. As an artificial intelligence that is absolutely loyal to its mission, Star Torch has difficulty understanding betrayal, and has never thought that the family of blood would prefer to rely on the outside world. The demon is not willing to continue to live the life of a master in his "golden age".
"What are your plans next?" Bai Mo didn't mention the phantom again.
"The mission has failed, and I have no meaning to continue to exist. I will end myself in ten minutes." Xingju talked about his own life and death indifferently.
is different from a normal living body. From the day it was created, it has no view of life and death. After all, it is still a program, completely unable to understand the greed of life and fear of death of mortals.
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