In the second week, they are full of malice towards me

Three or four turbid dogs rushed towards them, and they became even more ugly and fierce when they became violent. Their mouths were wide open, and their sharp fangs were covered with corrosive mucus.

Even though there was a big hole pierced through his chest, Control No. [-], who was half kneeling on the ground, still swung the other half of his arm with difficulty, trying to continue killing the enemy.

However, following the blue beam of the second sniper rifle, it shot straight down from the cliff, destroying the other half of Control One's arm.

Control No. [-], who completely lost her resistance, was bitten by a dirty dog ​​at the waist, and a series of spikes from the dirty snake pierced into her chest. Control No. [-] was submerged by the monster and bitten off by the waist, He lowered his upper body and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Control No. [-] lost its combat effectiveness, the Zhuo E monster gave up, stepped on the wreckage of Control No. [-], and continued to attack other machine servants.

And without Control No. [-], even if the servitor troops had a new command, they would be quickly shot and killed by snipers on the cliff. Within a few minutes, fifty servitors were completely on the verge of the Zhuo'e monster. Under the teeth and claws, it became a wreck.

The deacon of the Black Fire Gang on the cliff finally nodded in satisfaction, and then he manipulated the skull in his hand again. These turbid monsters turned into red mist and began to dissipate, and finally returned to the skull.

It's just that looking at the color of the skull, the red light on it is much dimmer than before, which should be due to a lot of consumption.

"Quick, hurry up and start recycling!"

Under the order of the deacon, more than 30 members of the Black Fire Gang who had been on standby on the cliff immediately descended with ropes. Their eyes were full of greed and excitement. Looking at the wreckage of these machine servants, it was like looking at the ghosts everywhere. gold.

However, she has no relevant memories, because every time they die, they will erase all the previous data and format them into brand new servants.

"Boss, put it away! Quickly put away that prop of yours!"

【warn! No. 17639, please describe the reason for your application, otherwise you will be regarded as a defective product and will undergo secondary reconstruction]

Props put away?
Soon the deacon knew why the younger brother asked such a question, because he saw that the younger brother who had just run halfway, before he had time to say anything, a sharp barb shot directly from his back and pierced his chest , stained with a large bloodstain.

After the intermittent synthesized sound sounded, half of Control One's body turned into a huge beam of sun-like light, and then fiery energy swept across the entire canyon, killing the Zhuo'er monster and the gangster's corpses in the explosion.

After that, the base will assign the whereabouts of the servants. This is completely random. Soon it will be the turn of No. 17639, which will be displayed on the big screen in the workshop.

The wreckage of Control No. [-], with only the upper half of her body left, her eyes are blurred, and all the data are reporting errors, but fortunately, the core black box seems to be able to operate as usual.

She tried to reach her unrecognizable cheek with her hand, and seemed to want to touch her lips again, but the bionic skin there had long been ruptured, leaving only the cold mechanical skeleton.

And at this time, the only one who can save them is the machine servant, but obviously this hope has been extinguished by their own hands.

[Number 17639, thank you for your dedication to No. 1282 Fantasy. This is your [-]nd reconstruction. You shoulder the important responsibility of maintaining the peace and stability of No. [-] Fantasy. You will continue to devote yourself to the glorious battle]

Calculating why she made this request, why did she have an inexplicable attachment to the Witch War Zone?

Number 17639 is no exception.

"Tutuo dream!"

"No. 17639 filed an application to modify the theater allocation." The blindfolded servitor interrupted the workshop screen in front of him.

Such a sudden change immediately caused panic and commotion among the Black Fire Gang. They discovered that from the other side of the canyon, there was another Zhuo E monster.

The screen seemed surprised by the behavior of No. 17639. No, to be precise, this was beyond the cognition of its automatic program. After a while, the text on the screen appeared again.

【application passed】

I just don't know, the leader suddenly wants so many weapons, what is the "big plan", even he can only vaguely know, it seems to be to fight against a certain company?

Many members of the Black Fire Gang yelled at the deacon. They thought that the Zhuo E monster appeared, just like before, was induced and summoned by the props in the deacon's hand.

In front of the strange tide, the thirty gang members were like ants trampled to death by elephants. Their flesh and blood were torn apart by strange dogs, and their limbs became food in the mouthpiece of the turbid snake.

No.

During the flight, number 17639 is actually performing calculations by itself.

A factory stands here, and the assembly line project is equipped with various parts. After several complicated links, brand new servants will be reconstructed one by one from the end of the workshop.

Just when the deacon was still dreaming of being promoted and getting rich, a sudden exclamation came from the member of the Black Fire Gang at the farthest end, and it was the little brother who pitied the machine servant before, and he was looking at the deacon in a panic. Yelling like hell.

"I'm taking off my dream, let me take off my dream!"

"Report, in the previous data of No. 17639, there are many experiences in the Witch War Zone. No. 17639 thinks that investing in the Witch War Zone can exert greater tactical value, and asks the base for approval."

The difference between Dream Zero and other dreams is that everything that happens in the dream will be fed back to reality with real feeling, even if it is brain dead, it will suffer the pain of being torn apart beforehand.

[Number 17639, your model is: control aircraft, you will be assigned to the evil dragon theater, coordinate location: GY-28, looking forward to your heroic performance]

After the base was allocated, it was time for the servitor to act, but this time, control plane 17639 stood still and did not move.

"Hurry up, boss! Turn off your props!"

"It's too late, come on."

"Take off the dream! Damn it! Take off the dream!"

"May the glory of the great emperor last forever"

But only the deacon was sweating on his forehead, and the hand holding the skull was shaking more and more. He was sure that this "relic of the past" was not running, and that could only mean that it was in No. [-] fantasy dream, real strange tide.

base.

One after another, the weapon parts were taken out of the wreckage by the members of the Black Fire Gang, and they were recycled. Looking at the increasingly full tactical backpack, which was full of servitor weapons, the deacon smiled happily. Can be the deputy leader in the gang.

No. 17639 paid tribute to the screen of the base, then turned and left, with the wings behind his back spread out, and flew to the reassigned witch theater.

[No. 17639, your assignment has been issued, please go to the designated area immediately, repeat, please go immediately]

After the reasons for No. 17639 were stated, the base was silent for a longer time than before, and then the servants who surrounded No. 17639 were evacuated, and four words were given on the screen.

Rows of footsteps sounded, and soon four or five machine servants were dispatched by the base to surround No. 17639.

Among them, many members who looked like engineers used various tools to cut the remains of the servants. It was obviously not the first time to see the action, and they were already familiar with it.

He was full of unwillingness to look at the barb in front of his chest, it was the tail thorn from the turbid snake, and he was not willing to throw it away even if he was running for his life, full of weapon parts, and finally the corpse and those machine servants fell to the ground like wreckage.

"May the glory of the Great Emperor last forever." All the new machine servants put their hands on their chests facing the text, and stood up straight.

On the uppermost display screen in the workshop, a line of text appeared, which was seen when every Servant was born.

Perhaps there is a little abnormality?
No. 17639 in flight touched his lips with his hand.

She didn't remember that there would be this action record in their program, and this action seemed to have nothing to do with the battle, or even a drag.

what is this?
Number 17639 searched her own system many times, but couldn't find the source, until her hand inadvertently crossed the position of her chest, and finally stopped at the position of the fake bionic heart.

She has an intuition, yes, the most insignificant word "intuition" for a mechanical species.

It seems that this data is .
from here?