God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Being surrounded by such things, every second is suffering.

Even more how is still fully armed.

These escorts are equipped with huge pistols with rays of light flashing in the barrel, long iron canes with bronze and silver gears rotating on the top, and a parchment hanging on it is cold The dusty air in the cabin was constantly swinging.

There is a four-by-four grid on the parchment with a set of numbers written in it. Lovelace quickly figured out that the numbers in any row and column add up to the same total, no matter what they are based on. Ways are combined-vertical, horizontal or diagonal.

More than that, each quadrant, the four squares in the center, the corner squares and many other combinations add up to the same total.

"Thirty-four."

She repeated it again.

"Always thirty-four."

This design is very familiar to her, Lovelace knows that she must have seen information about it before.

As soon as she thought about where she saw it, the answer jumped into her mind.

"Mental depression."

Lovelace moved towards parchment nodded.

"What did you say?"

The apologist asked that his voice was still human, but it was in his bronze- After the mask echoed, Lovelace was immediately taken aback by the response.

"The symbol on your parchment is from a carved plate. I have seen it in a book transcribed two years ago."

"Two years ago Do you still remember it?"

"Yes."

Lovelace nodded hesitantly.

"I am very good at remembering what I have read, and will not forget."

"This is the symbol of our master."

" It comes from an ancient Master's work."

Lovelace said that when she said these words, her eyes became dull, it seemed more like mumbling.

"It was quite old, but at that time, everything we copied in the great hall that was not from the expedition fleet was very old."

A pair appeared in her mind. In the picture, there is a person in the picture. He looks very frustrated, as if he is angry because of his inability to invent something ingenious.

Surrounding him are various equipments, several weight scales, an hourglass and a hammer. His behavior shows that he is very unhappy, and it seems that he cannot turn inspiration into reality.

While Lovelace was telling, the apologists exchanged glances, and each one clenched their canes.

She noticed their movements, and her voice faded.

"What's wrong?"

An apologist unlocked the magnetic lock that fixed him on the deck and walked towards Lovelace.

His sudden action made her startled, she backed away in a panic, and then sat down on the floor.

The apologist walked towards her step by step, his eyes hidden in the tattered hood radiating dazzling green rays of light.

"I began to understand why we were sent to take you there."

"Really? Then why were you sent to arrest me? Me?"

"Yes, Violet Ada Lovelace, Avila 12 was sent to take you there."

"Avira 12?"

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"This is our name."

"What? You all person?"

"All of us, each of us, all It’s all the same."

"Okay, but why were you sent to take me?"

"We were sent to take you back before you were executed "

"Execution?"

Lovelace exclaimed.

"For what?"

"Your supervisor invoked the law of sacred complexity, and any individual accused of this law will be severely punished."

Lovelace thought for a while, her eyeballs rolled back and forth with her long eyelashes, and then recalled what the law involved.

"Let me think about it, that law says that the structure and working method of every machine has been established by the god of machinery, so it is sacred, so changing it is...oh!"

"Do you now understand why we came?"

"Not yet complete, anyway, what do you want to do to me? I'm just a scribe in the old paper, I'm just a nobody."

The apologist shook his head, raised a fist, and placed it on the silver and bronze gears at the top of his cane.

"You are more important than you think, Violet Ada Lovelace, when you meet our lord, the advanced technician Rom Hachette, you will know more Troublesome."

"Where is he?"

"Nathan Four."

Touched an opaque panel on the trembling ship.

A flash of rays of light radiated, and the panel began to change, gradually becoming more and more translucent, until it finally became completely transparent.

When the change was completed, Violet Ada Lovelace was so surprised that she held her breath at the sight before her eyes, her face immersed in the fluorescent screen.

It is a huge metal structure, the surface is covered by a crimson luster, it is like a giant lying on the track, the statue and the fortress are in the memory of Lovelace His home is even bigger, and through some open hatches, broken light floods into the void.

"This is...?"

"An Astarte organization, the headquarters of the Alliance of Misery."

The apologist replied with certainty:

"Scar of Victory."

Soshian really didn't expect. After waiting for ten days, the "expert" who came to wait turned out to be a woman who seemed to faint at any time .

It's not that he has any prejudice against women, it's just a little bit different from what he expected.

After all, there is no transformation on this person, which means that the other party belongs to the very low class in the mechanical education, but the representative of Zhao-Akada said that she is absolutely qualified for this job.

Lovelace is also very confused. After a bad trip, she was taken to an Astarte who was unfathomable mystery and asked to serve the other person.

But it wasn't just this incident that surprised Soshian. In fact, when this woman first saw him, she was not as shocked or scared as other mortals.

She can even look at his power armor with interest.

This extraordinary courage makes Soshian seem to have a little confidence in her technology.

"What did you do in the past?"

"A transcriber."

Lovelace answered readily.

It is not that she is not afraid of these Imperium supermen. In fact, she almost fainted the moment she stood with each other, but she has a good, easy to feel at home wherever one is.

Since you can't hide, you can only accept it frankly.

"Transcriber, it is said that you have your own unique accomplishments in the Thinker system, so why not join those more advanced sects, but become a small transcriber?"

At the time, Lovelace's answer to Soshian was very surprising.

"Because I considered my appearance."

The female technician raised her gray face and said to Soshian in a very positive tone:

"As far as I know, the sage in charge of our library was exactly three meters tall when she was fully extended. The body she was wearing for profit was a rare beast, and it was half more behind the pelvis connected to her back. Because it is higher than the clutch that pushes its mechanical foot, the face of her helmet with lenses is wrapped in front of a skull, and the volume of this skull is three times larger than that of a standard human head. The weight has increased by twelve times. A round crown grows from her occipital bone. It consists of data array, short-range transmitter, full life link, sensor group, divination device, communication parser, and thinking shunt. , And other common components that are as complicated as the Void Ship’s sensor suite."

When talking about the sage she belongs to, Lovelace revealed an aversion.

"In view of her deliberately forgotten origin, the 2nd part of her lens is shaped into the shape of a mask-it is a well-proportioned human female face, and her beauty has been carefully considered in the skill , So that her gentle eyes and lips are closed tightly, and a trace of frigid irony and scorching satire is printed on this mouth."

"Isn't this your doctrine? Get closer to the spirit of machinery."

"The doctrine only allows us to understand machinery, not to become machinery. If we become machinery, we must first be humans, and secondly, believers, but she has nothing to do The remnants of humanity, and even if there are physical components in her body, they are also sealed in her armor, and will always be deeply hidden...sages are obsessed with replacement. Some people say that this approach is for Omni Saiya’s compliments, but privately I think it’s very unhealthy."

When she took the drink from the pilot, it smelled more like crude oil than anything else.

"She can no longer be called a human, no longer, any similarity to the Dissection of a normal human body has disappeared without a trace."

Hear Here, Soshian realized that he was indeed a weird person to take over.

"The reason why you don't do this is just because you don't think it is beautiful?"

"Yes, after all, I'm so young."

Although it was only a brief exchange, Soshian saw some very common qualities in Lovelace-boldness, independence, and feel at home wherever one is.

Perhaps she is really an "answer".

"Then...you can try it, we need a new set of master control system for the meditator array."

"Okay, but I want to wash it first A bath."

"Of course."