Zerg in the crystal wall world

The world of Turan 3.

Rania Health Park.

North District.

This place has fallen into chaos.

This isn't just because of the omnics.

As one of the largest and most famous sanatoriums in the entire empire, warriors, bureaucrats, and wealthy businessmen and nobles from all over the world gathered here.

Relatively speaking, there are not many combat smart servants in the sanatorium. The smart machines here are generally focused on intelligent interaction, home furnishing, and medical care. The most powerful weapons on hand are surgical saws and welding guns.

A group of steel seal warriors can suppress these weaklings even with their bare hands.

The main problem here is that the doctors are crazy...

Leisure floor.

Two humanoid servants with electric sparks all over their bodies fell out from behind the door curtain. Their bodies were highly damaged. One of them even had his head missing. Judging from the finger marks on his shoulders, it was obvious that he had been torn to pieces with his hands. Come down.

A steel-stamped warrior with hunched muscles and a height of more than two meters walked quickly out of the hot spring area. Apart from the steel plate around his neck, he only had a bath towel around his waist.

Instead, there was a medical worker wearing a white robe tucked under his arm.

The latter's hands and feet were twisted off, but he still struggled hard and let out a sharp roar.

After scanning around for a week, the soldier settled on a group of busy figures in the corner of the hall.

He walked forward quickly and found a tall man with scars all over his body: "Sir, I finally found you..."

Ka - before he finished speaking, a flashing bolt crossbow was pointed at his head, and a low but pious chant came: "Long live the emperor."

The soldier immediately stood upright and beat his chest: "I am willing to give my life for the empire."

"Return to the team." The officer put away his explosive crossbow.

While the soldier and others were restraining the nurse who was clamping his limbs, the soldier reported: "Sir, all the doctors I met have fallen into coma or some degree of madness."

"It's not just doctors." The officer examined the back of the head of a stalwart warrior who was knocked unconscious in front of him. "It should be that everyone who has had brain prosthetics implanted has been affected."

To be precise, they are people with brain-computer interfaces and connected to the empire's network. This kind of transformation is extremely common in the empire, and is even necessary in some industries.

At least 10% of the Seal Warriors, 40% of civilian bureaucrats, and all Department of Truth personnel have undergone similar transformations, and this does not include the independent transformation by the private sector.

Imperial doctors, like pilots, are all under the management of the Department of Truth.

The officer's expression was extremely solemn.

The smart servant lost control for no apparent reason and paralyzed the entire communication network, which was already quite troublesome. If even the Hall of Truth pilots had problems, it would really be a big problem.

Without the omnic assistance and technical support, they might not even be able to start the spacecraft with just a group of them.

At this time, a soldier ran down from upstairs: "Sir, not only our building, the entire nursing home has been turned into a mess."

The officer nodded: "The alarm has not been sounded yet... The loss of control of the intelligent servant may be worldwide."

"It's even worse." A voice suddenly came, "The storm that triggered the rebellion of the Intelligent Servants has swept across the entire Yangju network, and the Intelligent Servants' loss of control may affect the entire empire."

A man with extraordinary temperament but slightly thinner than the soldiers came from the other end of the leisure building.

No one doubted his words.

Because his face is embedded with a mechanical eye that flashes red light - it is also one of the implanted prostheses with networking capabilities.

Everyone, even the warrior who had just come out of the hot spring and was changing clothes, ignored the slipping bath towel and took out the explosive crossbow and pointed it at him.

But he showed no fear on his face: "All glory belongs to His Majesty the Emperor."

The officer looked surprised: "Are you okay?"

"He tried to eat me up, but in the end he couldn't break my will."

The all-out surprise attack of a level 13 psionic unit is enough to even shock an unsuspecting unit of the same level to the point of brain death. But the Juggernaut connects tens of billions of units simultaneously. Even if it is mainly in the form of "information pollution", it relies more on the autonomous erosion instinct of the Hive Will, which is relatively energy-saving, and the erosion of individuals among them is also greatly reduced.

If you are a psionic user, as long as you cross the boundary between mind and reality, an eighth-level unit will be enough to withstand the pollution.

Soul units have slightly lower resistance in this regard, but among ninth-level units, half can still maintain themselves. As for Tier 10 and Tier 11 units, as long as they do not have the in-depth talent for "nature" like elves, they can almost completely ignore the influence of the Hive Mind.

This is really one of the few pieces of good news. Not all the pilots in the Hall of Truth are dead. The collapse of the empire's industrial system is inevitable, but technology will not go backwards for the time being.

But the officer didn't feel rejoicing, and asked instead: "May I ask what your rank is?"

"Ministry of Military Affairs, General Political Commissar."

The officer immediately saluted: "Growler Legion, Commander of the Second Battalion of the 7th Chapter, obey your orders!"

The political commissar didn't say much and immediately gave the order: "Enter full scale..."

However, before he finished speaking, a huge sound suddenly erupted in all the enclosed spaces of the sanatorium.

"Kazi - may the glory of the empire last forever. This is the security department of the Imperial Sanatorium. Building 3 in the West District has been cleared. Citizens can come and take refuge on their own. Repeat, this is..."

This is the vibrational communication of the air element. Speech is delivered directly through the air element. Without digital information, there is no possibility of being invaded by rebel intelligence servants.

However, its range is small, its efficiency is low, its noise is loud, and it has almost no concealment. It has been eliminated by the empire for thousands of years.

A sanatorium is not a museum. There is only one explanation for the appearance of this ancient technological product: a high-level pilot used alchemy to improvise a vibration transmitter!

The commissar recalled the topographical information of the sanatorium.

Most of the west area is staff dormitories, and there are many element furnaces, energy supply valves, and helipads here. The most important thing is that there is an entire sanatorium warehouse with all kinds of equipment... Presumably for this reason, the high-end machines there are Engineers were the first to produce practical broadcasting equipment.

Generally speaking, compared with the North District, which is mainly composed of leisure areas and inpatient buildings, the West District is more suitable as a command center...

After thinking for a moment, the political commissar naturally changed his order: "Find two soldiers to follow me to the West District and re-establish the communications first."

Since the senior pilots in the West District can make broadcasting equipment with their hands, it is naturally not difficult to make a portable intercom.

As long as the communication system can be restored, even if it is just the communication in this sanatorium, the order can be quickly stabilized with the super high quality of the steel seal warriors.

The political commissar who had already made up his mind to go to the Western District gave the second battalion commander another order: "You will lead the team to eliminate the rebel intelligence servants around you as soon as possible and support the inpatient department as soon as possible."

Compared with the leisure area, the inpatient building has more doctors and fewer soldiers, making it more chaotic.

"Be on full alert and use war standards." The political commissar finally ordered.

"Yes!" the second battalion commander took the order.

A slap on the neck. A wormhole appeared out of thin air, and a mechanical arm stretched out from it.

A neatly fixed piece of thick armor appeared next to it - the weapons and armor of the steel-seal warriors were all stored in standard space equipment and should be carried with them under any circumstances.

The soldiers began to assist each other in performing armor.

The political commissar also led people to the West District.

However, I just walked out of the leisure building.

The political commissar felt in a trance.

He felt that he was once again pulled into the mouth of a ferocious monster, and countless indescribable emotions and wills impacted his soul - just like the impact that had just triggered the rebellion of the intelligent servants...

No! Still different!

The political commissar soon discovered that his mechanical eye had not restored the network connection. This erosion is not dependent on the Yangju network.

On the contrary, he smelled the extraordinary power unique to the pointed ears - the power of nature.

The political commissar who had experience fighting elves immediately made a judgment: something was attacking through the ecology of World No. 3.

Erosion at the ecological level is naturally ineffective against omnics, but erosion of living creatures is no longer limited by "brain-computer interface" and "networking".

Not only doctors, but also civilians, steel-seal warriors, bureaucrats...all beings who did not exceed the ninth level began to fall into madness.

At this time the political commissar suddenly raised his head.

I saw a brown, muscle-wrapped airdrop bag with countless tails falling from the sky and crashing into the woods deep in the park...

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