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Chapter 547 A Mistake

"Wait." Wanda watched quietly for a while, and couldn't help but stop Michael when he was about to put on his helmet and link the Godslayer armor.

Although she doesn't know anything about neurology, let alone a mechanical engineer, this does not prevent her from being aware of the risks involved.

After all, this is an alien technology that none of them understands—not only that, it is an ancient super technology that even aliens do not understand.Who knows what kind of effect this big golden guy will have on the driver?
Or, if Michael really activates this suit of armor and becomes the owner recognized by the "God Slayer". What will happen to a person who has the power to defy even gods?

Michael understood her concern.He patted Wanda's shoulder lightly and said, "Don't worry, you know I never do anything I'm not sure about."

Wanda hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said nothing.

In fact, not only Wanda, but almost everyone present had complicated expectations for what was about to happen next.Tony is also curious if Michael is really the one appointed by the godslayer, because that seems to indirectly prove whether Michael is the real descendant of the Stark family.Not to mention 451, he has put a lot of effort into this plan of the godslayer, and he has devoted his greatest ideals here.He was almost certain that Michael was the right person, the perfect human he had genetically engineered years ago.

Under everyone's gaze, Michael closed his eyes and gently put on the silver helmet.

The whole cabin fell silent.

For the next few minutes, time seemed to stand still, and the air circulating in the cockpit seemed to freeze.No one speaks, as if everyone is afraid of interrupting Michael's thoughts and disrupting his connection.Everyone just waited quietly, watching him around, expecting that the machine under their feet would suddenly stand up with a heavy roar.

But nothing happened.

It was invisible to all naked eyes, but to Michael, these few minutes seemed like a century.He could feel the cold touch entering his consciousness like a probe, and then his thoughts poured into the godslayer's main engine like water being pumped away.

When the consciousness interacted with the "God Slayer", he clearly and intuitively felt how huge and profound knowledge was buried in this armor.

Michael felt like a stone, and where he was, there was an endless black sea.The program written in a complex alien language has built an unimaginably huge network in this machine, data interacts with each other, and countless subprograms circulate eternally for hundreds of millions of years.

While it seemed miraculous to say it, Michael really felt like the suit was alive.By plugging into this system, he seemed to be able to hear the machine whispering to him, telling him something.The knowledge recorded in the long-extinct ancient languages, the technological foundations that created the weapons against the gods, and all the technologies that were stuffed into the core of this machine by the Romulans, so that it won the supreme title of "God Slayer" Crystallized, everything was poured into his brain.

After a long time, Michael slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be slightly different.

"What?" 451 was the most impatient of all, as if the person who was about to get the driving right of this machine was not Michael but himself, "Did you succeed? Did you activate the godslayer?"

Michael took off the induction helmet in the cockpit and gave him a blank look.

"No, 451," he said, "as you can see, my brain was wired into the telepathic field, I connected to the Godslayer's system, but nothing happened. The Godslayer denied me access , I'm not the right person."

Things seemed certain.Michael put on the helmet and linked the mech, but nothing happened.So either 451's calculations were wrong, and the "perfect human" he designed was a failure after all, and no one could activate the "God Killer" in the end; or he made a mistake, whether Tony Stark or Michael It wasn't the person he was looking for. The child he assisted Howard Stark gave birth to was someone else.

Seeing that Michael failed in his attempt, Tony and Wanda Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief.

Tony was grateful that Michael wasn't his brother after all, which meant that his life might not be all vain.And Wanda was happy for the fact that Michael failed to activate the godslayer itself. She didn't know whether Michael would be the person she knew if she really got that kind of divine power.

But for 451, he was a failure anyway.He failed to create that perfect human being, nor did he create the ultimate Avenger who could single-handedly bring peace to the universe.

For 500 years, for 500 years, he has been fighting for this moment.

He was originally just a recorder, he was born only to witness.Yet it was at some point 500 years ago, after recording the fall of an unknown number of worlds, that he decided it wasn't enough.Just witnessing doesn't mean anything.

When the seed of thought is generated in the robotic circuit-wound brain, it can no longer be suppressed.It's like a cancer that quickly sprouts, takes root, and spreads.It was originally born on a small alien world, a backward planet ignored by most civilizations.On that planet was born some fascinating new species, beautiful, with great potential, with a bright future full of infinite possibilities.

451 originally came to record this new species and observe their future, but not long after he left, the Skrulls came-they decided that the fur of this race was very attractive.

The result is that when 451 comes back next time, he will walk among piles of skinned innocent lives, and the corpse without the beautiful skin has no sense of beauty at all, and also has no future.

But are the Skrulls evil?Not necessarily from their point of view.There is no absolute distinction between good and evil among creatures of different races, there are only strong and weak.The universe is vast, but such appalling things happen every day, like an unwritten rule that no one can change.

Until 451 decided he was going to try to make a change, or rather, wanted to.

That is in the past tense.

He tried, but he failed.He doesn't know what's wrong, what's wrong with his calculations, but the only thing that matters is that he failed.And he did whatever it takes to achieve this goal, he also has blood on his hands, and he has killed as many people as he tried to stop.But he kept telling himself that it was worth it, it was a necessary sacrifice, those corpses and blood were for a better future, for a perfect blueprint
A blueprint that no longer exists.

The robot closed its eyes, as if an old man who had lived for hundreds of millions of centuries finally closed his eyes.

"My thinking comes from a loophole. My existence itself is a glitch. And the glitch...must be deleted." He said slowly, "Start the database cleanup and prepare to execute the error deletion procedure."

(End of this chapter)