Zerg in the crystal wall system world

Chapter 264 Rebuilding Order
World of Turan 3.

Lania Health Park.

North District.

This place has fallen into chaos.

This isn't just due to omnics.

As one of the largest and most famous sanatoriums in the entire empire, warriors, bureaucrats, and wealthy businessmen from all over the world gathered here.

Relatively speaking, there are not many combat bots in the sanatorium. The bots here generally focus on intelligent interaction, home furnishing, and medical treatment. The most powerful weapons on hand are surgical saws and welding torches.

Even with bare hands, a group of stencil warriors can suppress these weaklings.

The main problem here is that the doctors are crazy...

leisure floor.

Two human-shaped intelligent servants with electric sparks all over their bodies fell out from behind the door curtain, their bodies were highly damaged, and one of them didn't even have a head. Judging from the finger marks on his shoulders, it was obvious that he had been torn apart with his hands. down.

A muscular, two-meter-tall steel-sealed warrior walked out of the hot spring area quickly. Except for the steel plate around his neck, he was covered with a bath towel around his waist.

Instead, there was a medical staff member in a white robe under his armpit.

The latter's hands and feet were all twisted off, but he was still struggling, and let out a sharp roar.

After scanning around for a week, the warrior locked onto a line of busy figures in a corner of the hall.

Stepping forward quickly, he found a tall man with scars all over his body: "Sir, I found you..."

Ka——Before the words fell, a bolt crossbow with a cold light was aimed at his forehead, and a low but pious chant came: "Long live the emperor."

The soldier immediately stood upright and beat his chest: "I am willing to give up my life for the empire."

"Return to the team." The officer put away the bolt crossbow.

While restraining his pincer nurse with others, the soldier reported: "Sir, all the doctors I encountered fell into a coma or some degree of madness."

"It's not just a doctor." The officer inspected the back of a stunned soldier in front of him. "It should be that all people who have undergone brain prosthetic implants have been affected."

To be precise, it is a person who has a brain-computer interface and is connected to the imperial network.This kind of transformation is very common in the empire, and it is even a necessary transformation for some industries.

At least [-]% of the stenciled soldiers, [-]% of the civilian bureaucrats, and all the staff of the Hall of Truth have undergone similar transformations, and this is not counting the private transformation.

The imperial physicians, like the pilots, are all under the management of the Hall of Truth.

The officer's face was extremely serious.

It is quite troublesome for the wise servant to lose control for unknown reasons, and the entire communication network is paralyzed.If even the pilot of the Hall of Truth has problems, it will be really troublesome.

Without omnic assistance and technical support, they might not even be able to start the spaceship with only a group of leading soldiers.

At this time, a soldier ran downstairs: "Sir, not only our building, but the entire nursing home has become a mess."

The officer nodded: "The alarm hasn't sounded yet... The loss of control of the intelligent servant may be worldwide."

"It's worse." A voice came suddenly, "The storm that triggered the rebellion of the wise servant has swept across the entire Sun Torch network, and the loss of control of the wise servant may affect the entire empire."

A person with extraordinary temperament but slightly thinner than the soldiers came from the other end of the leisure building.

Everyone did not doubt his words.

Because a mechanical eye with red light was embedded in his face - that was also one of the implanted prosthetics with networking function.

Everyone, even the soldiers who had just come out of the hot spring and were changing clothes, ignored the slipped bath towels and took out their bolt crossbows and pointed them at him.

But he had no fear on his face: "All glory belongs to His Majesty the Emperor."

The officer showed surprise: "Are you okay?"

"He tried to devour me, but in the end he couldn't shake my will."

The all-out assault of a thirteenth-level psionic unit is even enough to cause an unsuspecting unit of the same level to be brain-dead.But Juggernaut has connected tens of billions of units at the same time.Even if it is mainly in the form of "information pollution", relying more on the autonomous erosion instinct of the will of the hive, relatively saving effort, and the erosion of individuals in it is also greatly reduced.

If it is a user of psionic energy, as long as it crosses the boundary between the mind and reality, that is, an eighth-level unit is enough to withstand pollution.

Soul units have slightly lower resistance in this respect, but among the ninth level units, half of them can still maintain themselves.As for the tenth and eleventh-tier units, as long as they don't have the in-depth talent for "nature" like the elves, they can almost completely ignore the influence of the will of the hive.

This is really one of the few good news, the pilots in the Hall of Truth are not dead.The collapse of the empire's industrial system is inevitable, but technology will not retreat for a while.

But the officer didn't feel lucky, and instead asked, "May I ask what your rank is?"

"Military Affairs Department, General Political Commissar."

The officer saluted immediately: "The Growler Legion, the second battalion commander of the Seventh Battalion, obey your orders!"

The political commissar didn't say much, and immediately ordered: "Enter a comprehensive..."

However, before he finished speaking, a huge sound wave suddenly broke out in all the enclosed spaces of the nursing home.

"Kaz—may the glory of the empire last forever. This is the Security Department of the Imperial Sanatorium. Building No. 3 in the West District has been cleared. All citizens can come to take refuge on their own. Repeat, this is..."

This is the air element vibration communication.The voice is transmitted directly through the air element.Without digital information, there is naturally no possibility of being invaded by rebel intelligence servants.

But its range is small, its efficiency is low, its noise is loud, and it has almost no concealment. It has been eliminated by the empire for thousands of years.

A sanatorium is not a museum, and there is only one explanation for the appearance of this ancient technological product: a high-level pilot used alchemy to temporarily rub out a vibration transmitter!

The political commissar recalled the terrain information of the nursing home.

Most of the west area is staff dormitory, elemental furnaces, energy supply valves, and aprons are also located here. The most important thing is that there is an entire sanatorium warehouse with all kinds of equipment... Presumably because of this, the high-end machines there The division was the first to produce suitable broadcasting equipment.

In general, compared to the North District, which is dominated by leisure areas and inpatient buildings, the West District is more suitable as a command center...

After thinking for a while, the political commissar naturally changed his order: "Find two soldiers, follow me to the West District, and re-establish the communication first."

Since the senior pilots in the West District can make radio equipment by hand, it is not difficult to make a portable communicator.

As long as the communication system can be restored, even if it is only the communication in this sanatorium, the order can be quickly stabilized by relying on the super-high quality of the stamped soldiers.

The political commissar who had already made up his mind to go to the west area re-ordered to the commander of the second battalion: "You will lead the team to eliminate the rebel intelligence servants around as soon as possible, and support the inpatient department as soon as possible."

Compared with the leisure area, the inpatient building has more doctors and fewer fighters, making it more chaotic.

"Do a good job of comprehensive vigilance and follow the standards of war." The political commissar finally ordered.

"Yes!" The second battalion commander took the order.

Slap the steel plate on the neck.A wormhole appeared out of thin air, and a robotic arm protruded from it.

A solid and neat piece of thick armor appeared next to it—the weapons and armor of the stencil warriors are all stored in the standard space equipment, and they can be carried with them under any circumstances.

The soldiers began to assist each other in armor.

The political commissar also led people to the west district.

However, he just walked out of the leisure building.

The political commissar was in a trance.

He felt that he was pulled into the mouth of a ferocious monster again, and countless indescribable emotions and wills impacted his heart—just like the impact that triggered the rebellion of the wise servant just now....

No!Still different!

The political commissar soon discovered that his mechanical eye hadn't restored the network connection.The erosion this time did not rely on the Yangju network.

Instead, he smelled the extraordinary power of pointy ears - the force of nature.

The political commissar who had battle experience with the elves immediately made a judgment: something was attacking through the ecology of World 3.

Erosion at the ecological level is naturally ineffective against omnics, but the erosion of living beings does not have the restrictions of "brain-computer interface" and "networking".

Not only doctors, but civilians, stenciled warriors, bureaucrats...all beings that did not exceed the ninth level began to fall into madness.

At this moment, the political commissar suddenly raised his head.

I saw a brown, muscle-wrapped airdrop sac with countless tails, falling from the sky and falling into the woods deep in the park...

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(End of this chapter)