The World is Sick

Approaching the middle game, the man in black had already seen the end of a hundred hands, resolutely surrendered, and drank the cold cappuccino in one gulp.

"Your mind is not on the chessboard..."

The bewildered eyes under the hood slowly raised up, and after whispering, he got up silently like a wood carving, and silently followed behind the silver-haired man.

"Because when I play chess, I am never within a square inch, but outside the chessboard. Let's go..."

The silver-haired young man tightened his hood, paused, as if pointing something.

When the two walked out of the coffee shop one after the other, they sat on the balcony and ate the strawberry ice cream. The girl with long green hair and a ball-shaped electronic pet happily jumped down the floor.

But only in mid-air, the figure gradually merged with the air.

"The commander of the B-17 military fortress is still sitting quietly, do you want to change your posture?"

In the cabin, the smiling question in the ear did not arouse ripples in the heart of the silver-haired young man, and he answered lightly without turning his head.

"The flaws of optical camouflage are too great. 2B is not a good actor. The more contact with the outside world, the easier it is to be seen through..."

"Have you got the things studied by Surrey County?"

When talking about business affairs in a serious manner, MIKU, who has a detached personality, suddenly feels bored.

"The initial fusion experiment of the T-series gene virus and the Apocalypse-series soul virus has long been successful. It is indeed difficult to harm the world, but it is much easier to target only one person..."

"In addition, I also got a copy of the electronic pink eye in [White Queen]'s hand..."

"Don't worry, with me and her here, even if the intelligent defense of the floating island is an iron wall, we can dig a hole, and then we will beat her into a mentally handicapped partner together!"

"In this world, there are more and more super AIs taking the lead. If this continues, it will depreciate sooner or later. How can life get worse and worse?"

With a playful Japanese underworld accent, Her Royal Highness complained about the rapid development of artificial intelligence in various organizations.

At the same time, Hatsune Miku's hands were not idle, he tapped the virtual keyboard quickly, and quietly invaded the outermost firewall of Tianming headquarters.

"The 360-degree phantom light particle net with no dead ends is originally hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, but this is not a problem for the princess! Done!"

As they hummed triumphantly, the sea of ​​clouds in front of the three of them distorted and shattered, and the huge floating island was completely exposed.

In the shade and greenery, the patchwork of silver-white metal light buildings almost covered the entire island. The mid-range and long-range surface-to-air missile groups, self-discipline turrets, close-range defense cannons and other weapons with deep fangs were all locked up one after another. .

"Who dares to act wildly on Ai Jiang's territory! Unforgivable!"

In the main control room full of red alerts, the cheongsam girl with cabbage head gritted her teeth bitterly. When she wanted to call all the programs and attached weapons to fight back, she suddenly found that her authority had been downgraded unknowingly!

what happened?Am I restricted from within?Who did it!asshole!The pit is dead!

[Destiny] AI Aiyi wrinkled her small face depressedly, almost going crazy inside, and this delay caused outside hackers to drive straight in, almost taking over 80% of the main system operation of the floating island.

Under the reversal of the situation, the drones controlled by Aiyi were blown up by their own artillery as soon as they got out of the hatch.

For the sake of safety, the bishop almost took away all the people on the floating island...

no way!Ask other branches for help!

The unwilling artificial intelligence had no choice but to take the most appropriate measures according to the logic algorithm.

However, as soon as the signal was sent out, it was cut off in an instant, and dozens of black columns had already floated in mid-air and opened up, forming a net that tightly wrapped the headquarters of Destiny.

"Neutron jammer! Who made this thing in advance?!"

"It's over, it's over! It's over! Only the host in the control room can move..."

The cabbage head girl looked at the scarlet grimace formed by the huge data flow on the screen, immediately covered her cheeks, and retreated to the corner in horror, trembling.

The three figures got off the plane and walked unimpeded all the way. Fountains flowed along the way, birds and insects sang endlessly, lost the pollution of technology, and returned to the natural and pure charm.

Walking to the atrium square, Hatsune Miku was the first to leave the team, with a malicious smile on his face, and planted "mushrooms" on the ground.

Mountain rocks, spring pools, lawns, corridors... small compressed metal balls were stuffed into different corners one after another.

After finishing the work, the girl clapped her hands contentedly, and walked to the control room, preparing to have a friendly meeting with that lovely colleague and talk about the machine-born ideal.

The two people who stepped into the magnificent Gothic building each took out their masks and put them on. Using the ID codes they got from Hatsune Miku, they opened the door of the main hall.

Fragmented sunlight sprinkles on the marble floor through the rose-shaped stained glass, forming delicate spots. The golden cross standing in the center exudes a sacred and ethereal meaning.

A petite figure in a black veil and a nun's attire, with his back to the two, was quietly praying in the main hall. The shadow elongated by the sunlight on both sides seemed to form a pair of hidden wings.

The uninvited guest did not disturb the girl's prayer, but just waited quietly.

Three minutes later, the little nun turned around slowly, pursed her lips and whispered.

"Take what you want and go, I won't tell grandpa..."

"Otherwise, when he comes back, no one will survive..."

The uninvited guest shook his head slightly, and the processed voice could not hear any characteristics at all, but the weird gloom made people feel a little chest tight.

"Unfortunately, you are among the things we are looking for..."

The little nun knew it well, and lifted the [Judas Oath] inserted on the marble floor with her right hand, and sighed slightly at the corner of her mouth.

"So it was aimed at me? Well, tell me your name. After killing you, I will pray more to the Lord..."

The slender figure in the silver mask bowed gracefully, and his deep eyes seemed to be smiling.

"Snakes grow from the shadows, connecting head to tail, forming a closed loop that reconstructs the world. Then, you can call me... [Grey Snake]..."

Chapter 392 Chapter [-]

The Yellowstone region of the United States, the secret headquarters of [Anti-Entropy].

Holding a plate of baked biscuits, Tesla casually walked into the medical room, and woke up the leader who was reading "General History of the World" on the bed.

"Hey, little Walter, try my new biscuit, strawberry flavor!"

Walter squeezed the bookmark into the gap, then nodded in thanks, picked up a biscuit with pink filling and ate a few bites heartily.

This time, the heat and hardness were roasted very well, but the taste of strawberry jam was a bit strange, as if something had been added to it.

"It's your medicine for today, idiot! It took me a long time to come up with the idea, and I even learned how to bake cookies from Einstein..."

Tesla proudly raised his chin, showing his cute canine teeth. While holding his hips and chest up, his red twin ponytails swung slightly, his ears were raised sideways, and his expression of "quick praise me" was very good.

"To bother you, Tesla..."

"What are you talking about! I should take care of you. If you weren't here on the Siberian snow field, I would be caught by that nasty clown and imprisoned..."

Having received the desired compliment, the smiling Tesla skillfully clapped his hands on Walter's shoulders. Although there was a trace of fear in his words, the movement of his left hand crossing his chest was a bit funny and cute.

"Sorry, I let you down..."

"Even though it has been compatible with the core of Herrscher of Reason for so many years, it still can't achieve the desired development speed..."

"As a result, in the Battle of Siberia, I was not only defeated by the second Herrscher Sirin, but I was also unable to fight against that person who appeared out of nowhere, and brought you into danger. I really embarrassed the teacher..."

"Next time, if Sirin comes again, even if I risk my life, I will definitely stop her!"

Walter couldn't help sighing. As the second acting Herrscher, after all, he is just an ordinary person who has become a monk halfway through, with limited achievements, and it is difficult to perfectly exert the power of the Herrscher of Reason.

"What are you thinking!"

Tesla's face was full of resentment, and a violent thump hit Walter's head, and his teeth rattled.

"No matter what, you have to keep yourself alive, understand! Why do you have to be like the last idiot, full of thoughts of martyrdom!"

"We raised you up so much, not to send you to be cannon fodder, but to hope that you can live well!"

Walter smiled faintly, obviously not listening.

The real world is like this, someone should be the first to sacrifice, I hope my choice can change that stubborn old man, in exchange for the combination of [Destiny] and [Anti-Entropy].

For some reason, he had a terrible premonition that the battle in Siberia was the best time for both sides to nip the crisis in the bud.

The second coming of Sirin will be impeccable and become the end of human history!

No matter what, we must unite!

Tesla still wanted to persuade a few more words. Einstein, in a white coat and with long blue hair messed up in the weeds, pushed the cart into the convalescent room.

"Honkai's erosion rate is routinely checked, do you want to watch?"

"In addition, don't feed him messy things, it will affect the accuracy of the data, and it will also affect the recovery..."

Einstein's indifferent whispers echoed in the ears of the girl with red ponytails, and Tesla, who was full of grievances, gave his old enemy a hard look and stormed out of the door angrily.

"boom!"

Woo!damn it!Forget that this is a transparent glass door, the kind that closes automatically...

Tesla squatted on the ground and covered his sore nose, tears kept pouring out, feeling a little hopeless in his heart, you all bullied me, even the door...

At this time, Einstein unbuttoned Walter's hospital gown and opened the bandage. Inside, a shocking scar spread from the left shoulder to the lower right abdomen, but the deep part of the wound shone like a purple spar.

The blow from the "clown" was almost fatal. Fortunately, the Herrscher of Reason's core priority to protect the host's safety allowed Walter to survive by chance.

However, after being severely injured by this, the erosion rate of the Houkai energy suddenly increased, and now his physical condition is already difficult to support the next full output.

Even if he insisted on going to the battlefield, what awaited him was almost certain death.

"Take good care of your wounds, [Anti-Entropy] is dormant for the time being, don't think about reconciliation with [Destiny]... There is no need..."

When Einstein rewrapped the gauze for Walter, he took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

Whether it was Tesla squatting in the corner, or Walter who picked up the book again on the bed, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"On the Siberian plains, I have seen the general characteristics of the clown, and he feels very familiar to me."

"Although it's a trick, there are already many people who can defeat you and Sirin successively. It's very difficult for another one to appear out of thin air..."

"So, there is a high chance that the clown is our old acquaintance..."

"Moreover, when [Anti-Entropy] was still the North American branch of [Destiny], there were some rumors among the high-level..."

"The answer is already obvious. Among the inheritors of the three major families of Destiny, Siegfried is ours. Cecilia was delayed and Teresa was trapped. Only the mysterious archbishop is the most suspicious."

Tesla suddenly realized, and jumped up half angry and half happy.

"I just said that old man is not a good bird!"

"Anyway, the sky is falling, and there is a tall man like [Destiny] standing in front, so we can just be the orioles with peace of mind!"

"Little Walter, let me tell you, don't be stupid, go force yourself!"