Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

In the hall of the underground ruins, Tilan first healed Xueli's severed limb. This ability to reattach the limb with bare hands surprised several people, and even gave rise to the illusion that this girl was almost omnipotent.

After that, the five people came out of the underground with the mechanical angel. It was already night, and several of them were a little hungry.

Gathering around the campfire, we watched the wheat porridge and vegetables tumbling in the pot, with a little bacon added to add a certain amount of salt. The faint aroma of meat and wheat porridge dissipated, making several people's appetites rise again.

On one side, Hesia and Loloria sat together and exchanged past events.

"When I was born, the Mechanical Council was fighting against the coalition forces of the four dark suns. At that time, the galaxy was full of small starships of their own kind wandering around. My mission was to lead my subordinate self-discipline units to eliminate these small starship teams." Lololi Ya memories.

"It was very difficult in the early days because there were so many enemies. Later, as the troops returned from the expedition, our strength gradually became stronger. At that time, there was an α-level sister who taught me many things. She transferred her precious memories to me. It gave me a lot of knowledge about the outside world and the fighting situation between the dark suns in the galaxy."

Although she is a mechanical life, Loloria has rich emotions that are almost human-like, and her speech does not have the rigid synthetic style of traditional AI. Even because of the setting and processing of the program, her speech is particularly clear.

"Wait a minute." Tilan thought of something.

"Your memories can be transferred to each other, right?"

"Yes."

"Is this behavior common?"

"It's common, but not very frequent."

"According to the parliamentary high-order thinking matrix simulation, too much knowledge will not bring about an exponential increase in ability. After passing an upward curve, the effect will level off, which is the 'marginal effect' in common sense."

"In order to avoid the mistakes made in the glorious era, our memory transmission behavior is strictly limited, so as to maintain the core diversity of mechanical life and avoid too much convergence. However, if it is the necessary knowledge determined by the master brain matrix, all mechanical life will be updated. ”

"There is a strict hierarchical system within the Mechanical Council. At the top are 64 masterminds, below are about 3,000 α-level artificial angels, and at the bottom are β-level artificial angels similar to mine, with about 5 million members, and below that are They are gamma-level mechanical lifeforms. There are probably hundreds of millions of them, and further down are mechanical combat units that I don’t know the number of.”

Are there 5 million Sequence 7 combat units? Heshia rubbed her eyebrows slightly and lamented the horror of this number. No wonder the Mechanical Parliament at that time could persist for so long under the siege of four dark suns. According to their hierarchical ranking , the mastermind at that time should be similar to the favored one directly given power by Sequence Rou. The 3000 α-level artificial angels below are the persons of Sequence 8, and the following are the β-level mechanical life forms of Sequence 7, and the γ-level ones of Sequence 6. Mechanical life.

"What happens next, after you clear out the enemies inside the galaxy?" Tilan asked curiously.

"In order to reverse the situation of passive defense, we were sent out to conquer the planets and settlements ruled by the dark sun, and I followed Lady Olivia to this planet."

"Olivia-sama is an α-level artificial angel, commanding nearly 4,000 β-level artificial angels. I was one of them at the time. After arriving on this planet, we started a brutal fight with the silver winged species on the planet... "Loloria blinked her eyes and projected the scene at that time.

The sky was dyed a magnificent red, as if the crimson curtain of the aurora hung down from space. Then the field of view continued to zoom in, and small dots with spread wings swooped down from space. They carried high temperatures and heat that exceeded the speed of sound, and their mechanized bodies were swooping down from space. During the process of breaking through the atmosphere, it emits high-temperature radiation to dissipate heat.

On the other side of the sky, there are also silver wings arranged in an array that covers the sky. These races, which are almost the same as real angels, have beautiful wings stretched out on the backs and sides of their waists. They are all women, wearing silver and white armor with inscriptions on them. With fine and gorgeous veins.

As a race with intelligence and wisdom, they are not only exceptionally beautiful in appearance, but also have many aerial fighter planes and floating battleships to assist in combat. These war beasts are also suspended in the air. When the mechanical angels in the sky arrive, they also begin to gather energy. , kept firing.

Under the intensive rays and artillery fire, many artificial angels turned into flaming wreckage in the air, but these floating warships were not unscathed. Outside the more distant atmosphere, the space starships orbiting the planet bombarded downwards from time to time. The magnificent The jets drew huge ravines several kilometers long inside, and the floating battleships passing by were melted and shattered, and fell to the ground.

After that, the extremely flexible individuals from both sides fought at close range. Steel wings and silver wings intertwined. Blood and broken steel flew in the sparks. The corpses and wreckage of both sides fell from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. The entire earth was burning. Scorched earth and craters from fall impacts.

This kind of battle lasted from day to night. Even at night, the fire and jets filled the sky without stopping, and the combat units on both sides seemed endless. Hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of casualties did not waver at all. The will of both sides, the whole atmosphere is filled with the smell of burnt and bloody.

Viewed from a height of 10,000 feet, below is a scene like purgatory on earth, with countless corpses and mechanical debris piled up. The originally beautiful angel looked like a cut-up rag doll, with various limbs and flesh scattered randomly, charred black smoke and unfinished darkness. Red residual heat adorns the earth.

In order to eliminate this planet that supports the new race as soon as possible, in the later stages of the war, starships in space carried out radiation bombardments that destroyed the planet's environment. Dazzling light streams poured on the earth, the original oceans were evaporated, and countless land masses were submerged by boiling tides. , and at the same time, the radiation pollution also destroyed the genes of most living things on the earth, and even the plants were almost completely wiped out.

"I don't know what happened next, because I was injured during the descending operation. In the middle period, my companions temporarily placed me in this base for repairs. Originally, this process only took 1-2 months. It will end, but after falling into a deep sleep, I was never awakened. When I woke up this time, the atomic clock reminded me that more than a thousand years have passed.”

"When you were fighting, weren't you afraid of the opponent's dark sun appearing?" Tilan thought of this question.

"Don't worry, because during the expedition, there are 43 battlefields going on at the same time, distributed in various star fields and planets. If the opponent shows up here, they will lose more important nodes, so our sacrifice is worth it." Lo Loli Ya replied.

43 battlefields, which means that the Mechanical Parliament at that time invested at least tens of billions of mechanical combat units. According to Lololia's description, this was not the limit of the Mechanical Parliament at that time, but such a powerful ρ Mechanical Parliament, in the end Defeated and strangled and destroyed by the four dark suns, Heshia could not imagine how far the wars of that era had progressed. After almost abandoning all moral principles and ethical restrictions, the entire human civilization was like a wild horse, destroying each other. Running wildly on the road.

With such a mood in mind, Heshia was also a little absent-minded during dinner later, and the pictures and words in her mind were still lingering around.

After eating and everyone sat down to rest, they began to discuss the expedition.

"I didn't expect Miss Hesia's origin to be so special." Fran touched his chin. He probably guessed the girl's original human identity.

"What identity?" Sherry was still a little stunned. When Tilan and Lololia were fighting, he had already passed out, so he didn't understand the specific process at all.

"It's actually a good thing that you don't know." Fran smiled teasingly without explaining.

"No matter Heshia's identity, she saved me and the moose boss at that time, so we are friends, and this will not change." Sura didn't care much.

"I won't ask too many questions." Guy is not a rigid person. He doesn't care about the huge conflict between the new race and the original human beings. After all, in this era, it's good to be alive. Why should he bear so much hatred and pain? contradiction.

The two main talkers in the settlement said that as a new member, Shirley couldn't inquire too much, not to mention that it was Heshia who saved him, otherwise he would be disabled for the rest of his life, and in this land , disability is actually not much different from the dead.

The questions about identity were put aside for the time being, and then the conversation shifted to the ruins themselves.

"You don't mind if I take some of these aged and damaged chip parts back and exchange them for some useful supplies." Flan said.

"The Slami Association acquires these things. If you want anything, you can tell me."

"I want a set of armor that is lightweight and has good protection." Sherry was the first to speak.

"As for me, I really want a high-end machine tool so that I can make many things." Sura thought for a moment.

"My words..." Guy thought and looked at the war bow beside him that had not been used for a long time.

"Find me a good long-range weapon."

"OK, these are not difficult." Frank recorded the needs of several people.

"Where's Miss Hesia, I wonder what you want?" Fran looked at the girl who was staring at the flames in a daze.

"I..." The girl woke up.

"It would be nice to have a map of the world, and a chronicle of the planet."

"This is really a sore point. In fact, the association sent us out for these two reasons." Frank shook his head with a smile.

"I can think of a solution for the map. As for the chronicle, I'm afraid Miss Hesia will have to go to the association headquarters in the southern continent to borrow it in person."

"I think the chief will welcome you."

At this moment, in the minds of several people, this black-haired girl is by no means an ordinary person. She may be the core heir of a major force. After all, the strength and knowledge she has shown so far cannot be achieved by self-study.

Just looking at her combat power, I'm afraid no one in this land of hundreds of miles can beat her.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will visit." Tilan put aside her speculation about the true situation of the Fifth Era for the time being.

After a night's rest, everyone cleared out valuable things from the ruins the next day. Loloria also helped a lot in this process, after all, it was the place where she lived before.

‘Can the wings still be repaired? ’ Looking at the steel wings retreating from Loloria’s back, Tilan asked with concern.

"It's a little difficult to completely repair it. There are not all the parts here, and many of them are old." Lololia shook her head.

"However, wings are not a necessary accessory. We will also carry different accessories according to combat needs. Without wings, the air combat strength will only be reduced."

After that, Lololia directed several relatively intact and still-starting mechanical combat units to clean up the ruins and carry supplies to the ground.

"The sky is so blue, it seems that the environment here has recovered well." During the day, Lololia sat on a high stone and looked at the sky in the distance.

"When I came here, I fought almost every day, and basically never stopped." Lololia jumped up in a good mood, and the airflow from her feet and palms made her fly freely in the air and turn several circles.

"Do mechanical life also need to rest?" Tilan was very interested in Lololia. After all, the residents of the Federation only knew that there was such a group of mechanical life from the data records.

"Of course, but specifically, it should be to organize memories and conduct a review and summary." Lololia descended in front of Heshia, and her emerald eyes flashed with symbols.

"Heshia is very special, especially your body." Her innocent tone said something that could be easily misunderstood.

"What's so special?" Tilan covered her chest slightly, feeling that this guy was scanning her body data. She really didn't know if this black dress could block this kind of data collection.

"It's probably a special concept blessing, that is to say, your body is not just flesh and blood, but the product of a combination of a certain concept and real matter. This situation often occurs in those who give power to the Sun Crown." Lololia tilted her head to analyze.

"Is that so..." Tilan lowered her head and recalled that the Water Saint seemed to have said something similar before, but the description of the person in front of her was closer to the essence.

Maybe the person in front of her really saw the dark sun and the sequence 9 favored at that time, while the Water Saint was a modern person and had not experienced that era.

It seems that her life experience is inseparable from the concepts of the Sun Crown or the Angel Container. Tilan shook her head slightly.

"Okay, stop looking, Lololia, come down."

"Okay~" Lololia landed lightly on the ground, first on her toes, then her whole body stood firm, with her hands naturally placed on both sides of her body, a bit like a duck, and her movements were cute.

Are these little movements of the artificial angels specially designed? Tilan couldn't help thinking when watching this scene.

Perhaps the earliest programmers and creators of the Mechanical Council were the group of humans who liked little girls.

"Are all of you artificial angels female in appearance?" The girl couldn't help asking.

"Yes, they are all girls." Lololia raised her scissor hands.

"Girls will look better, you humans like them very much." She frankly stated the reason.

"We were all created by you at the beginning, so naturally we continued this style and habit."

"In addition, girls also have advantages, because the front armor can be made thicker, with more accessory systems stuffed inside, which is more in line with industrial aesthetics than the male appearance without front armor."

"The strong muscle fibers of men are not very useful for machinery. If a female appearance is adopted, the limbs can be made thinner, which saves weight, is more flexible and fast, and has stronger combat effectiveness."

Is there a scientific basis for this? The girl blinked, subconsciously guessing whether it was an excuse entered by the earliest programmers.

However, according to Lololia's explanation, it does make sense.

…

While Tilan and his companions were still thinking about how to transfer the many useful materials excavated from the ruins, the Stone Forest Castle dozens of kilometers away was already a sea of ​​fire.

Amid the flames and shouts, countless black flying insects shuttled through it. They were like an endless black tide, sweeping through every house, drilling into every gap, looking for any life that might survive. The sharp sound of the buzzing continued, and the struggling living people were wrapped by them, like a black cover falling, and only the remaining flesh and blood skeletons were left.

"Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn these insects to death--"

Wearing thick gauze clothes, the guards in the city who were resisting stubbornly roared almost crazily, igniting anything that could burn in their sight.

The flames and black smoke were everywhere, and there were wailing and running footsteps, crying, buzzing, and the crackling sound of burning wood everywhere.

Inside the fortress inside the mountain fortress, the tightly sealed windows and doors were covered with black bugs, which kept gnawing and looking for gaps to enter the interior.

As night fell, the whole valley was filled with smoke and flames, and the insects kept chirping. The fortress that had been defending for a long time also exploded in the middle of the night. The gray feather species extraordinary people who rushed out from inside were shrouded in high-temperature flames, waving burning swords to open a path for the team behind.

"Go! Leave here!"

The desperate bells echoed in the mountain fortress, telling the people who were still holding on that the last moment had come. If they wanted to survive, they had to follow the roaring voices on the street.

"These are not naturally occurring bugs! They are one of the natural disasters that destroyed the planet thousands of years ago. Give up the fantasy of resistance and escape. Escape to a place where they can't catch up, to a sparsely populated place. This is the warning of the "Gray Fur Coat Scholar"!"