The first galaxy.

The former local tyrant, the First Galaxy Border Guards and the Alliance Army, replaced the small mechas, divided into several groups, and headed towards the communication base stations respectively.

Lu Bixing watched them through the mecha military recorder: "The main force of artificial intelligence is not there, the original guard route of the First Galaxy is familiar, and it should be no problem to solve the communication base station. Others are ready to set off according to the original plan. See you in seven days."

While the first galaxy is still in a closed state, the terrible hosts are not spread all over the world.

While the main force of the human coalition remains.

The commanders signaled to him in the communication channel, and then embarked on their own journey. After a short time of Votto, Lu Bixing was left with only a small number of frigates and the nearest part of the Third Galaxy Central Army, the destination.

Lu Bixing breathed out a long sigh.

All arrangements have been arranged. He carefully reviewed whether he had any misses, and then found that once his busy brain was free, he began to have a tendency to think randomly.

A thought suddenly emerged, and he thought, what if he broke into the top ten famous swords in the eighth galaxy and refused to be led back to the first galaxy by him?

Can Lin Jingheng and the Eighth Galaxy Garage last for so long?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was like a parasitic plant that was catching up everywhere. It was rooted in his heart and refused to move. Lu Bixing suddenly started to feel uneven and a layer of cold sweat appeared in his palm. When he went to hold the water cup, his hand slipped and the cup fell off his hands and fell to the ground.

Lu Bixing was shocked and realized that he was almost obstructed. He pressed every joint of his finger and forced his thoughts down. Things had reached this point and had no way to retreat. No matter what he thought, he would be useless. No matter what, he could only grit his teeth and walk on.

In order not to have room for random thoughts, Lu Bixing forced himself to sit down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and then he found something for himself.

He opened Marshal Linger's notebook and read slowly according to the historical materials of the alliance. The official propaganda of the alliance said that Linger was an outstanding strategist and thinker in human history and one of the greatest military commanders. Lu Bixing was like a primary school student who did not study normally, and planned to worship the "Test God" before the worrying exam.

The details of several famous battles are in line with each other, and in addition to this, there are many personal trivial matters of Marshal Ringer in his notebook.

He wrote about Dr. Harden, a nerd, who was irritated when he was young. He either always made trouble when chatting, or was whimsical and nonsense. He also wrote about Woolf, who grew up, became more silent.

When it comes to lovers, there will always be an extra hand-painted with warm tones. The hand-painted tends to flow of consciousness and cannot tell the appearance of the model. However, it is often just a silhouette, which makes people yearn for it.

"Hubert (Woolf) was something I grew up watching. He was lonely and so he was too dependent on me and had some illusions. I didn't notice and correct it in time. I felt a little guilty. So I have been very careful in my speech and behavior recently to avoid having any bad effects on him. Fortunately, he is gentle and generous. I think, maybe I will be happy in a few years."

Lu Bixing said "tsk", and his fingertips turned a line under "gentle and broad". He felt that he was about to lose recognition of the word. He skipped the daily part and turned to the last few pages to see their final battle with the artificial intelligence "Prince Hulls".

"Prince Hulls is everywhere, like a terrible ghost, shrouding on every star. Why did he create such a monster?"

"That boy Steven (Harden) was unstoppable. He said that if we had enough time and technology, we should make a more freer and more powerful artificial intelligence. Sick creations can only be defeated with more morbid things."

"Hubert said that if artificial intelligence without permissions can be created, no matter how beautiful the original intention of making it or how much like a friend of humanity, it will eventually become our enemy, even if the program is full of love for humanity."

"Yes, what is the difference between artificial intelligence with free will and new species? We are full of fear of humanoid things from the genes, not humans. This is the lesson left by countless genocides in the history of evolution. Once the relationship between the two sides turns cold from the honeymoon period, even if the artificial intelligence is still friendly, people will first develop suspicion. Once such a crack occurs, it will no longer be able to be bridged, and we will destroy our creation."

"Thanks to Prince Hulls for his selfishness, the authority he left to his illegitimate son was probably used to save the world."

This is a casual feeling from the owner of the note. There is no practical information. Lu Bixing originally passed by quickly. After turning a page of paper, he suddenly realized something and went back to read the passage again, thinking to himself: "Has the typo?"

Did Marshal Ringer write Harden and Woolf’s names inversely?

However... from the notes, it can be seen that Marshal Linger was a very careful man, and his handwritten text rarely had obvious typos. Moreover, he wrote Harden "and" without any restraint, which is consistent with the previous description of the doctor.

Lu Bixing felt puzzled - when Wolf was in his twenties, he knew that free artificial intelligence would eventually go astray. Why did he become more and more confused after three hundred years?

For power? Want to rule the alliance for generations?

This is illogical, because artificial intelligence only replicates his personality, not letting him "soul possession". Even if this super artificial intelligence rules all human beings, what does it have to do with Woolf himself? His corpses were wiped out with the Woto Alliance Parliament Building.

So...is it because he wasted his whole life by the alliance that he was about to die and planned to fight against humanity?

But if it is just a simple anti-human and wants to turn the whole world into a lifeless mechanical empire, why is the primary goal to eliminate chip people? For the super artificial intelligence of the mechanical empire, all carbon-based creatures are slaves or pets, people, chip people... or even cats or dogs, is there any difference?

At this moment, the driver on the mecha reminded him: "Mr. Lu, Commander Nagus wants to chat with you alone."

Lu Bixing came back to his senses: "Okay."

Nagus' three-dimensional portrait soon appeared in front of him. At this moment, the wormhole channel stabilized again and the signal would not be so much disturbed. As long as you don't reach out to touch, Nagus's phantom is exactly the same as the real person, and the two of them seemed to be sitting face to face.

"Is Marshal Linger's notebook?" asked Nagus, "It seems that Woolf gave it to you that day."

Lu Bixing said "Hmm": "Old Lin Shuai has a great impact on Woolf's life."

"Scandal," Nagus said, "I have heard that when General Lin Wei was born, there were some good people who questioned whether his genes really came from Lin Shuai and his wife, which was a hint... Well, you know."

Lu Bixing: "No."

Nagus: "What?"

"I don't think Woolf would do this. This man is sinister and cunning, and sometimes even despicable. But I always think he is not a vulgar person and should not be willing to do such small moves," Lu Bixing said. "Besides, if General Lin Wei is really mixed with his genes, Jingheng and his brothers should be considered his descendants. Why would he not adopt them personally?"

Nagus asked: "Why?"

"Sad." Lu Bixing thought for a while and said, "Martyr Linger is a beautiful memory of his youth. Like Moonlight, Woolf cultivated General Lin Wei with their husband and wife's genes. The name "Wei" was originally written by Lin Shuai. It was written in his notebook. Whether the first child is a boy or a girl, you can call it this. Woolf used this name. I think he accepted that Lin Shuai did not belong to him. If General Lin Wei lived his life safely and smoothly, it would probably be a happy ending. What hurts his heart should be that the Alliance Central Committee was led by the Eden Management Committee to go further and further. Dr. Harden defected and raised for decades and had an adopted son who had been with him day and night. Jingheng's eyes were too similar to Dr. Laura Gden, and it was normal to have grudges."

Nagus sighed: "I remember, Woolf was already ready to retire back then. At that time, the general... Your father was very popular. One of them was a student who Woolf personally led, and the other was an adopted son raised by him. Some flatterers called him and General Lin Wei the Wootto double-blocked. General Lin Wei had a little cold personality, did not like socializing, nor did he like to show off. Our general, on the contrary, the two had a good personal relationship, but they complemented each other. Marshal Woolf finally chose our general and gradually handed over many affairs to him. In fact, General Lu Xin had already taken the lead at that time, and there was only one official official handover. But..."

The Eden Management Committee made a fuss, Lin Wei died in depression, Lu Xin was wronged, the pirates outside the region gradually weakened, and there seemed to be no threat. The alliance of human unification was calm, and the Military Commission, which was not only useless but also threatening, was suppressed into the corner of the parliament hall, and its power was almost wiped out. The old marshal, who was originally semi-retired, was forced to return to power, but it was useless. The Garden of Eden was everywhere. As a veteran of the alliance, he couldn't even come out a little girl who was held by the management committee.

"I have a strange feeling, Uncle Nagus." Lu Bixing said.

"What?"

Lu Bixing shook his head: "I can't explain it clearly for a moment."

If there was no super artificial intelligence Woolf, then the Alliance Army and the Central Army might have been taken over by Lin Jingshu.

It has to be admitted that under that circumstances, Woolf's move was not like a magical stroke that was like "resurrecting the soul with a corpse", and the human coalition had to kneel down before he had time to assemble.

Looking back, Woolf closed the first galaxy like cheating. Under the siege of artificial intelligence, Lin Jingshu's only choice was to avoid the eighth galaxy. No matter what choice the eighth galaxy made, she would inevitably be involved. The cerebral syndrome happened to be the nemesis of the chipman, and it blocked Lin Jingshu in the heart of the rose with her attacks, which would inevitably be her burial place.

After solving the chip man, artificial intelligence could have shown friendship and remained in peace for decades to allow the Central Army to return to other galaxies to calm down the chaos, repair the jump points, and let people relax their vigilance. Artificial intelligence also has time and room for construction of more hosts and plant more "seeds".

But at this time, it became paranoid like a "bug" and started a war again.

Lu Bixing's eyes fell on his notebook again and saw the sentence "Even if the program is full of love for humans."

"We are in danger now, like walking on the tip of a knife," Lu Bixing said, "but when we think about it carefully, the war at this time is the most unfavorable for artificial intelligence and our only chance."

Nagus: "Is it still going to be a savior? Then it should explode after fighting the Free Legion. What's the point of making a fuss like this!"

"Self-destruction is impossible. How can I defeat the Free Legion? Is it a sign of defeating the leader? Then it disappeared when Lin Jingshu pretended to die for the first time," Lu Bixing shook his head. "Besides, electronic chip drugs such as opium, once they are poisoned, they may not be completely removed from human society in dozens or hundreds of years. Even if it destroys the Free Legion, it will self-destruction. What will the relationship between this super artificial intelligence and human beings become in those dozens or hundreds of years? Artificial intelligence without permission can independently correct the program. Do you think that in such a long time, can a small self-destruction program still limit it?"

Nagus's mood sank with his words.

"Electronic drugs that cannot be removed for decades or even hundreds of years," he murmured, "can my third galaxy wait until I go back?"

The third galaxy that Nagus never forgets.

The ghostly artificial cracked mecha carefully avoided all the waterways along the way where they might encounter chip people. Several soldiers who were tired and numb, took turns to rest, curled up in the corner, and their military uniforms were inconsistent. Some of them came from the ground security department, and some from the left-behind Central Army.

This patchwork team drifts in space, carrying an important task - they are going to send a bioelectronics expert to a safe shelter.

In order to fight against the chipmen, the rebels established a temporary chip research institute at a secret base in the Third Galaxy, gathering dozens of bioelectronics. However, just when things were just beginning to be impressed, half a month ago, the location of the research institute was exposed and destroyed by the chipmen, and failed.

Only one young doctor escaped by chance and was rescued by the resistance army. He was lying quietly in the mecha medical cabin to survive the difficult space journey.

Her pale and young face was revealed in the medical cabin. Even when she was dormant, she still had a faint fear and anxiety on her face. The shift soldiers handed over the driving authority with their companions, walked over and looked at her, and adjusted the temperature in the medical cabin.

"What are you doing?" asked the companion softly.

"Let her warmer, I think she's having a nightmare." said the tired soldier almost inauspiciously, "How much information can she recover?"

The companion fell silent and after a moment, he handed him a nutritional needle: "It is said that several research bases that were built hastily have been blown up by the chipman."

"This shows that the chip people are afraid," the soldier said in a deep voice. "The only thing they can rely on is the chip they are on. The chip people have no organization, no order, or even no chips. They may not even be able to drive the mecha well. These people are nothing. As long as we have the technology to deal with their chips, we will definitely win in the end."

"But how long will it take to wait until the 'last'?" said a little decadently, "Maybe the 'last' is that we are all dead... Not only us, but other galaxies are also getting more and more difficult. Eight or nine out of ten strongholds established by the Rebels lost. The day before yesterday, part of the Rebels came over from the Fourth Galaxy to seek asylum, and the Fourth Galaxy seemed to have fallen completely. The comrade in the Second Galaxy who I often contacted had no voice for half a month. I don't know if he is still alive... Do you know, before I lost contact with him, I heard a news from him."

"What?"

"All the external transition points of the first galaxy were blown up. Even if there were reinforcements, it would be six years later, and we can't wait."

In the dark universe, the only two awake young people struggled to digest the desperate news, and for a moment they were speechless.

After a while, the soldier turned his head and looked at the female doctor in the medical cabin. He seemed to be in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and wanted to draw some courage from her: "Don't think about this, the base will be right away..."

Before he could finish speaking, an alarm suddenly sounded from the broken mecha.

"careful!"

All the resting people on the mecha woke up.

"Change, urgent leap!"

"Varied……"

"Go away! Our base was attacked!"

The Third Galaxy, the Rebel Army has a total of 96 strongholds, which is the 87th place that was bombed.
Chapter completed!