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"This should be the 'anger of mankind'?" Alan Turing II showed the kingly smile that Vlad III used to calmly face the enemy, as if he had already faced such a trap, he opened his hands to block it. ahead:

【Golden Shield Medal】

Particles converged from the surrounding shocks, and a medal-shaped particle shield blocked the front. Alan Turing II, who stood there, said calmly: "For the mechanical lifeform I created, I burst out with strong emotions. , you are really sad..."

【Gift of Edward VI】

Alan Turing II pushed the particle shield in front of him, only to see a long beam of light that collided with the huge evening sword energy.

Boom!

When the Particle Shield and the Twilight Sword Qi collided, an extreme wave of air burst out, blowing around, and then canceling out one after another.

Weston looked forward blankly, making a posture with his knees slightly lowered.

Alan Turing II had calm eyes and made a lot of calculations in his mind.Is this posture a human gesture?

"meteor--!"

"What?" Before Alan Turing II finished his analysis, he predicted an action that could not be calculated by logic.Almost subconsciously, he held up a golden shield medal again.

If it's just a human body, no matter how long the posture is stored, it will not achieve much strength, he thought so.

But logic is just logic, some things cannot be solved by logic!

Everything they passed along the way leveled everything in front of them, such as stakes, earth, soil, air, and even the basic molecules of living things.

Divide into four!

Everything was forcibly divided into four under this attack.

A blow from the fantasy world, it is just a skill that Alan Turing II disdains in the category of video games, a swordsman in many professions in a strategy war chess game.

How insignificant that is, if counted by code, it is just a compilation of no more than two lines of code.And the core of Alan Turing II is calculating the information of more than hundreds of millions of lines all the time.

The comparison between the two is not at the same level at all.

But the result...

Click!

The particle shield was divided into four in front of him. At the same time, he opened his eyes wide, and almost subconsciously built a model in his mind'Start the backup particle system and build Alan Turing II Type I. '

At this moment, a beautiful and brilliant beam of light passed in front of him, splitting his body into four.

"killed!"

"The commander is indeed very powerful."

"Just 1O..."

"But she also creates her own value, doesn't she?"

(Sorry, Grand Duke.)

Weston stood in front of him, turned around blankly, and hugged 1O who had been pierced by the spikes.

Others ran over one after another.

Heroic spirits such as Meteora, Android troops, and Achilles.

"Does she have a backup?" asked Weston.

"Yes, you in the past left her initial backup at the base, but in that case, her experience during this period will be completely erased..." Meteora said hesitantly.

For these artificial humans, if there is no personality, it is no different from death.It's just that this 1 will probably never exist again.

"so be it!"

"Commander, please don't conduct dangerous actions like that again."

"Our duty is to guard you, never put yourself in danger."

"1O's self-assertion this time puts you in danger, and it's useless to put you in danger. Commander, please give us 1O's body for destruction."

Weston looked complicated, and even looked at them with a look of shock: "I, am I that important?"

He just shot because he couldn't bear these inexplicable good intentions, because the "Weston" he had experienced with these artificial people was not him at all.

"Of course. We can mass-produce infinitely, but you only have one commander. This world needs your salvation. The core program we were created is designed in this way. Please don't risk your life again... "

Weston: "..."

I don't know what mood I am in now, but there is a voice, a will that is so sure.

If such an order was issued by my past self...then there is no need to recall the so-called 'past' at all.

Weston shook his head, handed 1O to several artificial humans, and walked aside with a sigh.

"Doesn't it feel good? But this is you, the past you. Carrying the feelings of these artificial people, you feel uncomfortable, which also proves that you have grown up." Meteora comforted.

"No..." Weston shook his head in a low voice: "Perhaps I should understand a little bit. I have never been a savior or a commander. And such a distorted environment is against my will. If the world carries a person's In your hands, such a world might as well be destroyed."

"what?"

"I'm not interested in saving the world anymore. Meteora and I don't have time to play Commander games with you guys anymore... Those who don't understand self-love have no value in saving. It's the same for you and me." said Weston grimly.

That's right, this is my true thought, instead of being entangled by the so-called 'past' all the time.