Chapter 195: has it ended? we won?

In the first galaxy, Zhang Yawu's artificial intelligence army suddenly lost control and went out collectively, like a panicked ant colony, aimlessly sliding in all directions following their inertia.
The embarrassed and desperate human coalition looked at each other. The soldiers did not return from the state of high stress, and the opened fire did not stop the brakes for a moment. Some artificial intelligence mechs that were close were shot down without resistance.
Anakin, who was connected to the spirit network, reacted for the first time, and Yi Gao boldly caught up with an artificial intelligence mech.
"General King, be careful! You ..."
The guard did not finish talking, and saw that the artificial intelligence mech caught by Anakin suddenly braked, and then clumsily circled around Anakin a few times, unloading his own arsenal honestly.
"The invasion of the Spirit Network succeeded," Anakin whispered. "The super artificial intelligence that controlled them disappeared."
There was silence in the communication channel. People went from hope to despair to being hit by a sudden surprise. The ups and downs were like a dream.
I don't know how long it took before someone came out with a nightmare: "Success?"
"Is it over? We won?"
"The host has been destroyed ..."
"Host has been destroyed!"
"Send a request to the jump point, set up a long-distance communication network-" It was a little silver fighter, the eighth galaxy was born with cephalopathy, smart and hardworking, and was only brought near by Anakin because he had just entered the military age Wei, the voice of the lucky man of the times, spread out clearly along the transition net, through the wreckage, through the silent universe, through the stricken interstellar waterway, and flowed into everyone's ears. Comrades in the galaxy, we have won! "
They used to be united in the heart of the rose and back to each other.
They also turned over each other a few days later, letting cunning artificial intelligence easily penetrate the line of defense.
Many people sacrificed, and more people survived, and after thousands of sails passed, they finally became "combatants from all galaxies."
Nagus sat down with his butt, and in the ears were reports of injuries being reported by his troops, but he could not hear it. He bent his back into a bow, and stared for a moment, finally reacting. When he came over, a dull smile appeared on his face. He smiled and smiled. His spirit began to return, and the smile began to bitter again.
"Take a break as soon as possible," he murmured, "we have six years ..."
"Commander, look at the interstellar channel map!"
Nagus looked up blankly, staring at the interstellar channel chart for a moment, and suddenly stood up.
One more jump point!
One or two galaxies were blown up by the key transition point of the transition network, as if there were ancient legends passing by the gods who lit the stars, lighting up a small bright spot!
"Captain Nagus, we can go home!"
Nagus was stunned for a long time, and for some reason he was suddenly out of breath. He reached out his hand and realized that he was already in tears.
The old handsome man wiped his eyes while shaking his head. It seemed that he did not understand how he could cry in the shame of the public.
A planet turned away unconsciously, the light of the first galaxy star flew unhindered, swept through the sparkling mech, and then was blocked by another planet squarely, just to be seen A little halo.
This time, the human coalition did not need to assemble, and all rushed to the new jump point.
The eighth galaxy, with the assistance of the entire interstellar antimissile system, supplemented with energy and weapons. The eighth galaxy's self-defense force launched a tireless counterattack.
At this point, there is only one Xuanyuan on the field.
Those artificial intelligence mechs are controlled by ten famous swords. Xuanyuan's mech drives the audience and has begun to fail.
A large number of artificial intelligence mechas began to close with Xuanyuan as the core, forming a thick layer of shields.
"Zhanlu," Li Furan asked, "what's your suggestion?"
"If I am Xuanyuan, what to do next depends on the order I received," said Zhan Lu, without hesitation. "At this time, the probability of me winning this battle is very small. I can already determine that the mission has failed, and continue Fighting just consumes our own armed reserves and generally considers giving up. But if my order is 'at any cost, to lay down the eighth galaxy and use illegal means if necessary', I will ... "
Zhanlu ’s speech rate was set evenly, and he also spoke at the same rate as the sky fell.
Bayer did not wait for him to finish, and impatiently wanted to destroy the last super heavy armor. At this time, he aimed at Xuanyuan's arsenal and brought a small team of silver ten, intending to come out on the battlefield. "Assassination", which has disappeared without a trace, has rushed in: "Don't analyze it, Liu Yuanzhong and Turan cooperated with me. I stabbed in and blasted this nasty heavy armor."
Lin Jingheng: "Bayer, don't risk it!"
Zhanlu then added his second half of the sentence evenly: "... take a suicide attack."
As soon as his words fell, the artificial mech group around the heavy armor Xuanyuan turned wildly.
Liu Yuanzhong gas knot: "Fuck again, do you want money for the first galaxy mech!"
Bayer didn't stop for a moment, and was directly involved in the small mech group that used himself as a bomb. He whispered lowly, thrillingly passed two artificial intelligence mechs, and the small mech threatened to surround him. Blocked, sandwiched him tightly, and then didn't even care if he might accidentally hurt his companion and fired directly.
Bayer was so nervous, he quickly released a missile interception, and swept his Mech group in all directions through the spiritual network. The brain that was burnt by the fire for several days of continuous battle finally calmed down and thought: "It's over."
At the next moment, all the mechas surrounding him collectively aimed his muzzle at him, and Tulan's scolding came from the communication channel—
But the expected "missile stew noodles" did not eat, Bayer was surprised to find that those artificial intelligence mechas stopped unusually at the same time, and then, starting from the inner layer, surrounded the Xuanyuan non-stop mech group The first floor starts to brake.
"Shh-" Bayer interrupted Turan's scolding, "I'm still alive, the big guy is wrong."
I saw the heavy armor Xuanyuan slowly exposed from the small mech group, the elliptical fuselage quietly solidified there, the smooth lines toward the natural wormhole area, as if listening to the sound coming from that side.
Bayer: "What's wrong with this?"
"It seems to be the first case," Li Furan said. "Zhan Lu, are you artificial intelligence so incoherent?"
"Yes, I'm very sorry, General Li," Zhan Lu sincerely apologized, "If you are not satisfied, it is recommended that we adjust our initial settings when we produce artificial intelligence in the future to improve the artificial intelligence's" fish-dead network breaking "function.
Li Furan: "..."
"Commander, application for enemy communications."
"Then," Lin Jingheng said briefly.
Xuanyuan's voice is very soft, like spring water. It is said that the sound effect of Mejia Xuanyuan is very good: "Hello, General Lin, I received the message about four hours and ten minutes outside the natural wormhole area."
Lin Jingheng frowned and looked up.
"My 'Master' has disappeared."
Turan: "Ah?"
"Xuanyuan's precision mech cores can't stand much change," Li Furan said softly. "So he should still be artificial intelligence under the authority framework, and the owner should be the artificial intelligence Woolf."
"That artificial intelligence version of Woolf disappeared! President Lu really found the host?"
Lin Jingheng depressed the chatter on the communication channel and asked Xuanyuan: "So what?"
Xuanyuan answered gently, "So I'm going to surrender."
The entire eighth galaxy is broadcasting this unprecedentedly fierce battle. Under the gaze of tens of billions of eyes, the artificial intelligence mech regiment collectively unloaded its arms—
Nine days like passed.
At the Galactic City Command Center, the guard passed by in a gust of wind, I wonder if it was too excited, or the little guard had a bad eye, and he smashed into the spotless glass door below the government office building.
"Dangdang".
Lu Bixing's head hit the mech wall and woke up from a brief coma.
There were several guards around him, and the rush to death had already exhausted the energy of several mechas, the imitation gravity system on the mechas completely failed, and no one was floating in the air unconsciously. .
The aftermath of Soothing Agent No. 6 was revealed, and Lu Bixing seemed to have emptied his soul, but he opened his eyes, his limbs were still curled up, his heart was blank, and Marshal Linger ’s notebook that had fallen out of the page was everywhere. He kept spinning.
The faint voice from the communication channel should be the closest to the Bhutanese who arrived first, because the equipment was damaged, and Hope's movement sounded remote and out-of-tune: "Mr. Lu! President Lu!"
Twenty hours later--
The human coalition has recovered and regrouped on the edge of the first galaxy.
The news of the surrender of the Artificial Intelligence Corps took more than four hours, and finally reached the first galaxy. After Lu Bixing heard it, his knees never straightened up again.
"So, Woolf's mainframe is actually framed on a hidden backup jump point." Hope's arm was broken and a few robotic arms were stretched out in the medical cabin to deal with his cracked old bone. Like two disabled people, they were paralyzed face to face across the communication projection.
"When we came, we detected that the space station where the host is located contains something of great quality." Lu Bixing spoke slowly and was exhausted. "It should be the dormant transition point in a curled state. For example, like Compressed into a small box after dehydration. The space station is the 'small box'. After you release it from the Fortress of Angel City, it first directs its own artificial intelligence army to isolate the first galaxy, and then replaces it. A transition point to an alien galaxy. "
Hope asked: "It's Woolf-I mean the human being, did he set it?"
Lu Bixing shook his head: "I guess it should be the self-protection of super artificial intelligence."
Hope thought: "Super artificial intelligence must control the transition point to control the entire first galaxy. In a short time, before it has time to make an avatar for itself, he must also guard against us following him to the transition point. It seems that these ruined transition points are actually the best choice. "
This spare transition point has insufficient energy to implement the transition function, but once connected to the original transition network, remote communication functions can be used. The human coalition is unlikely to accurately lock the host coordinates. It can only be locked in accordance with Lu Bixing's original thinking. After the area is blocked and searched slowly, those jump points that have been blown up on the bright side will definitely be ignored.
Hope sighed lowly. "Woolf knew Woolf would think so ... well, how strange it is to say."
"Marshal Woolf knows what the artificial intelligence he created will do," Lu Bixing answered his voice, "the host and the backup transition point are one and the same, and want to connect the road where the first galaxy is disconnected from other galaxies, The compressed transition point is activated, and the 'small box' is bound to burst, and of course the host computer will be destroyed. Of course, if the transition point is not activated, this super artificial intelligence will be trapped with us in the closed first galaxy. "
Hoppe said dryly: "This ... this is ... inexplicable."
Lu Bixing and him looked at each other, obviously also sympathetic.
In less than 300 years, the Alliance was trapped in the Garden of Eden. It went the wrong way at the beginning and finally got back in trouble. The Management Committee covered the sky with one hand, the military commission weakened, the rabbit died, and Woolf dragged on with his age. The flawed Declaration of Freedom decided the next dose of potion--attracting Star Pirates, radically and completely destroying the Garden of Eden, subverting the entire alliance and regaining the power of the center of the alliance.
But in troubled times, demons frequently appear.
Forbidden Fruit, Lin Jingheng, Freedom Legion, Chip ... He lit a lead, the building overturned, everything was out of control. He was determined to clean up, but years had passed.
He has been alone in this world for too long, old and weak, dreaming of returning to the sea of ​​black tulips.
"I don't know how to evaluate," Hope sighed. "What about you?"
"I don't rate it," Lu Bixing was silent for a long time. "I changed places, and I don't know what I would become, after all ..."
After all ... his Lin Jingheng is back.
"Excuse me, Chief Lu," Poisson Yang said at this moment, "The Central Army is about to leave. Say goodbye to you."
The second galaxy.
The last base of the rebellious forces on all sides was also turned over by the chip people, and the people who took refuge here depended on each other, waiting for the missile that landed on their heads.
They have struggled, never surrendered, and stubbornly resisted so far. If they were destined to be free, they had to die for freedom.
The only remaining garrison at the base retreated under the interference of the chipman's spiritual network, and finally had nowhere to retreat.
"I heard that a chip expert has been rescued from the third Samsung department and is doing his best to repair the chip jamming technology." The leader of the garrison was only a small captain of the Central Army. His comrades were dead and he was forced Provoked the beam, the childishness on his face had not yet faded, "Maybe one day, they can really develop chip interference technology?"
"Unfortunately we can't wait."
"Brothers and sisters, take a look at your missiles. If you still have firepower, please come and gather." The captain said blankly, "Blow the base."
"team leader!"
"Let's do it. People who are still hiding at the base at this time and refuse to go out to accept the chip are prepared for this. It is better to die than to be a pirate and be a good man." The young captain took a deep breath, Raise your hands slowly.
The soldiers left the last fire to their own people in tears.
The moment his hand was about to fall--
"Captain, wait!"
The approaching Chipman team was suddenly chaotic, and the chip people who were purged by the team seemed to be disturbed by something, and suddenly became a headless fly.
Immediately afterwards, the energy alarm sounded.
Unidentified armed attacks behind the Chip Man's mech squadron!
"That is……"
The captain's body shuddered.
"Reinforcement! Central Army!"
"Our people!"
The huge explosion was captured by the military recorder, the fire was burning, piercing the darkness that enveloped the world-