National Juggernaut

Chapter 327 Nameless
There are not many legends in life, and there is no epic in battle. Human beings have been fighting for generations, just to survive.

Among the six central cities, Digital City is a special case. Everyone knows that it is an old version of the big city, and it is not as good as the new era big city in every way.

If you really want to pay attention, many people can tell the gap between the old and new versions of Dacheng.

The space stability performance is not strong, there is no top-level strategic weapon, and there is no direct attack capability. In the eyes of many sword masters in the new era, the digital city is probably full of defects, making people wonder why it is necessary to exist.

But if you really want to ask "what is the essential difference between the old and new versions", probably no one can answer it.

[Of course it is impossible to answer. The secrets related to the big city, the roots of the four spirits, and the history of human development are the highest secrets of the entire human race. 】

In Zheng Li's shattered memories, there was also a suspicion that even Zeus himself knew very little about him back then, and that was the top secret that even the top myths would not be given.

But in fact, those who have really reached that point have vaguely known something. After all, that is essentially the same thing as their own growth.

"There is a paradox. When you don't have a god-level city, how do you kill a god to get god-level materials to forge a god-level city against the gods?"

The answer, many people actually think
"As a mortal race, human beings cannot compete with high-dimensional existence with the strength of their individual souls. In the initial era, it was impossible to forcibly upgrade. Then, the only way to exchange quality for quantity is to superimpose infinitely."

That is the group consciousness in the true sense, or to be precise, the accumulated souls are the oldest man-made high-dimensional existence.

Where the Prophet was, in the deepest part of the Great Library, was a bottomless void.

And the further you go down, there are rows of huge pillars, and there are countless small rooms inside each pillar. Small rooms that are only a little bigger than a drawer.

The network formed by psionic energy is exchanging information with each other. Even if the main system of the "Prophet" is shut down, these "independent hosts" that have gained freedom will become active instead.

Some drawers are brain hosts, and some drawers are simulated thinking systems using artificial brains.

In order to make the modes of thinking closer and easier to superimpose and fit, their logical modes and thinking habits have been branded into their minds and built into modular components of a huge machine, that is
".Digital people will finally be terminated in this generation."

The emotions of joy are transmitted in the air as invisible electric waves.

Happiness, turned into musical notes and sound waves, aroused countless resonances.

How many pillars are there?countless.

How many digital people are there?countless.

How many mortal souls are here?Still countless.

A name is a personal identification and an existence coordinate in psionics. Here, in the nameless city, the "people" who enter this place are all nameless people who voluntarily give up themselves.

The cry of the blood, engraved into the imprint of the soul, forcibly pulled the soul that was about to enter reincarnation down here, and became a part of the city's brain (prophet).

The lifespan of an individual has a limit, and the soul of an individual will come to an end sooner or later, but before the end, they will hand over this job to their offspring.

In the past, more than [-]% of the souls were used to maintain the god-level existence "Prophet", and the rest were used for auxiliary calculations, but now even though most of the souls are "on vacation", they are still watching the front line while doing another job battlefield.

And when a soul was pulled back here, when the news was spread, the whole nameless city boiled up, and the silent souls also sent out their own cries.

[They discovered the weakness of the Autumn Festival! 】

[The success rate has increased by another five percentage points, well done, our brother. 】

[Quickly, send information to the frontline headquarters, they need to adjust their strategy. 】

[The hunt may be completed 30 hours earlier than expected, can 'The Last Moment' catch up? 】

[So, from now on, please invite more individuals to participate in the 'Prophet' dream weaving project, we must let it be born in the most perfect state, our dream]

The souls are activated one by one, and the hearts that have long been cooled are heated up again. Their dreams, the dreams of all digital people, are about to come true.

"From then on, there will be no digital cities and digital people, and there will be no 'prophets'. Our descendants, like the residents of other cities, will have names, personalities, and ego, and our descendants will"

The resonance of the soul finally synthesized the only sad wish.

"...to be fully human."
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There are no legends on the battlefield, and there are no heroes in war. When the news reached the frontline headquarters, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The loss was much greater than expected.

The known rookie battle group has a death rate of more than 20%. Note that this is a battle loss of complete annihilation, not a simple matter of one or two people dying.

There is no need to think about how to deal with the other five cities. This responsibility is so heavy that no one can bear it alone. I am afraid that even if this battle is won, the digital city Ningping City will have to pay off its debts for a long time.

But compared to the defeat on the battlefield, this responsibility and pension is not so unacceptable.

"We can't afford to lose."

"We can't afford to lose a gamble for so many years."

"The Prophet is gone, we can't afford to lose."

"If it fails, the old islands will collapse completely, and we can't afford to lose."

Compared to the possible failure of the hunting operation, compared to the collapse of the entire Digital City area, the battle damage of a little more newcomers is nothing.

Gambling everything but not being able to lose at all, this is probably the worst state of dog betting. 100% winning rate calculated by the Prophet?At this time, if you really believe this, you really have a problem.

There are too many uncertain factors in this battle. There are too many unknown mysteries for monsters at the level of the Autumn Festival. It is impossible to detect them in advance. Complete calculations are unrealistic.

"Has the reserve force kept up? What is the success rate now?"

"How about calculating the success rate? The Prophet is gone, and all the backup seeds are thrown in. 150 is not safe. At least 200 strategic goals have been achieved."

The previous battle damage made everyone heartbroken. When a large number of seeds were sown, the defense mechanism of the Autumn Festival far exceeded the previous limit. In addition, the seeds of the layout and landing points were scattered, and the entire strategic plan was completed without any delay. Not smooth.

The reserve corps has all been dispatched, but the progress is still much slower than the minimum expectation.
"They discovered the super strategic target, the possible coordinates of the digestive organs! It's that Shiqian City again."

".Peace Corps?!"

When the young information officer nodded, the entire command room became a sea of ​​joy, and the cheers were transmitted directly to the roof.

This time, everyone remembered the young warband.

"Great job informing everyone. At all costs. Get the job done."

(End of this chapter)