Chapter 627 Exchange (Part 3)
Death, disaster, destruction.
Originated from the power of nature.
The rapid development of technology has also brought humans closer to the truth of how the world works. They can finally describe the operation mode of disasters in their own language and monitor everything that exists in nature in their own way.
Then, they also mastered the method of creating disasters.
Even though the technology that humans can create is not one ten-thousandth of that of nature.
Plow and sword.
Controllable and uncontrollable.
Man-made disasters.
The description and analysis of nature, just a little bit of accident and deviation, is enough to push the technology of a civilization to the point of no return.
When this civilization reaches the last boundary line on this technological road and crosses the boundary line and takes a step forward, dangerous technology is born.
To express it in a more theological way...
We will call it the authority of God.
Runes can give power to dead things, life medicine technology can remove injuries and save lives, and automatic mechanical technology will lead civilization to a higher productivity.
By deeply combining the three, can we get a self-repairing and forever loyal army?
Can machines that carry everything humans have replace humans to do all the work they should do?
Soulless, but longing for soul.
No self, but longing for self.
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The parachute container landed on the soft soil, making a dull thumping sound.
Only a few Vatican soldiers noticed this batch of special containers that fell from the sky, but no one dared to approach. They just kept a distance to prevent the containers from falling like
So the flesh and blood turbine that landed began to sprout.
The surrounding simple rune module heated and awakened the flesh and blood core sealed in low temperature. The injection agent was broken and poured on the flesh and blood core to prompt it to start its first expansion. The sufficient solid sugar stored in the container allowed it to skip the first stage of development and growth.
The torn flesh and blood grew in trembling, branching out nerves to wrap around the structural skeleton, and reassembled the disassembled steam mechanized soldiers in its own way.
The flesh and blood with dark cold thorns spread, filling the cavity inside the steam mechanized soldiers' bodies, and cooperating with the hydraulic structure that already existed in the steam mechanized soldiers in a way similar to muscle tissue.
The next second, the stretched limbs tore the thickened iron sheet of the container without any hindrance.
The six-meter-tall flesh turbine struggled to climb out of the container that trapped it, ignoring the large pieces of iron stuck in its body. The turbid liquid mixed with oil and blood slid down the iron-silver shell.
The extended joint limbs began to assimilate the weapons configured for it in the container. The steam turbine as a power source made a hoarse metal friction sound and began to operate as usual with the pumped fuel.
What gushed out from the pressure relief valve was no longer clean high-temperature steam, but poisonous mist containing a large amount of toxic metals and compounds.
The scarlet crystal pupils lit up, staring at his arm, staring at his "blade".
The mechanical joints of the arc spear rotated, spraying a scarlet blood mist, and a deep blue electric spark flashed across the gun body.
The container was dismantled and swallowed, and the metal and organic matter turned into nutrients to promote the growth of the flesh turbine, turning into different flesh and steel limbs growing out of the torso.
It has three scarlet arms and four steel walking joints.
The remaining large armor plates are turned into square shields fixed to the body of the flesh turbine, providing it with a shield to resist direct heavy firepower.
Just like a soldier wearing its armor, a set of metal armor that will never be separated, holding a spear and returning to the battlefield.
Armored.
Armed.
It's just that the one wearing the armor is not a "living thing".
Instead, it is hosting something else... using the steel body to reach reality.
It is hungry, and it urgently needs to eat something to relieve its eternal hunger.
Mechanical humans, machines forged by humans, flowing with all human constructs.
What drives them to act is only a very pure goal of wanting to become "complete".
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"Leya... something is wrong..."
An stopped, pulled the corner of another paladin's clothes, and reminded her softly.
"Over there, there's something."
The sacred domain gave her the ability to perceive emotions, and the collective emotions of both sides turned into blurred colors and spread on the battlefield, forming a confrontation line.
Because of this ability, no one could sneak attack her army.
She also vaguely sensed that the enemy in the sky showed some emotions to them, but this emotion that was looming in the clouds was quickly covered by the noisy noise of the battlefield on the ground.
And just in the past few minutes, something representing "emptiness" appeared on the flank of the battlefield in her perception.
No anger, no hatred, no hostility, no excitement, no fanaticism.
Nothing, pure emptiness in emotional color.
And an indescribable chill.
Only when facing a very small number of constructs, and carefully perceiving their core, will this kind of emotional color similar to "emptiness" appear.
Constructs should not have emotions, and An has always believed that this kind of thing is just the emotional residue given to it by the manufacturer, which makes the machine also rarely carry something similar to the soul.
But at this moment, the thing that appeared has begun to move, and with this emptiness, it began to approach the flank of the Vatican's front.
After the battle, the emotions in an area will still remain for a while.
But after scanning the twenty-two holes, she could no longer sense the remaining emotions there.
Destroy all nearby units.
"Yes, we have been attacking for so long, and those who are watching us above should do something to save their failure on the ground."
Leya looked at the silver stream army in the distance. The advancement was smooth and she no longer needed to support the front line.
Most of the heavy weapons in sight had been destroyed, and the infantry had already approached the hand-to-hand combat.
What the paladin needs to do at this stage is to save strength and use this strength to deal with other possible attacks from the enemy, so that the regular troops that have already contacted the enemy can grind meat to win.
"It would be abnormal if they didn't do something."
