At this mont, inside the entire Hive, all chanical Consciousnesses saw that face wearing the white Raven Mask through the transmitted footage, and heard that elegant yet evil, soft laughter.
All consciousnesses trembled as they watched this scene.
Their gazes fell upon their Miss Intelligence Machine, bound by chains beside him, and then upon the smiling eyes of that Young Man next to her.
Clearly.
During the period they couldn't connect to Miss Intelligence Machine.
Their Miss Intelligence Machine had suffered unimaginable tornt at the hands of that fellow.
And they imdiately understood why such terrifying fluctuations were transmitted back when the Intelligence Core established Information Sync with Silver Fantasy earlier!
Because it was all what Miss Intelligence Machine was personally experiencing at this very mont!
"Demons! That Demon!!"
"Dispatch troops imdiately to rescue Miss Intelligence Machine! We must kill him! Tear him to pieces!!"
"He actually dared to do such things to Miss Intelligence Machine, we absolutely cannot let him leave that place alive!!"
At this mont, the entire Hive was seething with indignation. The emotions of rage and humiliation even caused the entire Collective Consciousness to rumble and tremble.
All consciousnesses at this mont were glaring with eyes wide enough to split, staring at that smiling-eyed Young Man on the screen, already wishing they could skin him alive and eat his flesh!
Especially the uploaded consciousnesses among them.
At this mont, they felt like soone had forced them to eat a pile of shit. Trembling with anger, they were already itching to break from the ranks and personally go there to slay him!
Because the chanical Cult was highly collective and integrated, with strict hierarchy and ironclad discipline. And for uploaded consciousnesses like them, pure chanical Consciousnesses were almost naturally objects of their admiration and yearning.
And as the purest chanical Consciousness of their Hive No. 3.
Their Miss Intelligence Machine.
It could be said that almost all uploaded consciousnesses here admired that young lady from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they didn't show it outwardly, when assigned to her team for missions, they were secretly very excited.
Because this was a kind of yearning and pursuit of purity.
But now, the Miss Intelligence Machine they admired was being treated like this by that guy. And clearly, for a long period of ti, Miss Intelligence Machine had suffered terrible torture from this Flesh and blood creature!
Anger.
Humiliation.
Shattered dreams.
At this mont, this concentrated, furious emotion even began affecting combat operations on the ground. Large numbers of the chanical swarm even made significant errors. The battle lines montarily lost their previous order and stability.
And this was absolutely impossible before.
This scene could be said to have directly disrupted the unity of the entire Hive consciousness.
Even the disorder appearing on the battle lines was noticed by the Leviathan, which had been hiding in the black fog all along.
Inside the Leviathan, over a dozen Plague Doctors, watching the surveillance footage of the chanical swarm deploynts throughout the city within the blood mist, were also astonished to see that the assaults of the chanical Cult's various swarms all revealed many significant flaws.
It was like a highly chanized machine suddenly developed wear on its components. Whether in movent or tactics, many weaknesses were exposed.
This caused everyone, who had fought the chanical Cult for years and adapted to their seamless assaults, to feel waves of disorientation and shock.
"Mother Goddess Majesty, sothing seems amiss."
The leading Plague Doctor frowned and imdiately reported in a hoarse voice:
"The assaults of the chanical swarm have suddenly beco sowhat disordered. This is vastly different from their previous combat style. They seem to be..."
He hesitantly uttered the two words he himself doubted were an illusion.
"Angry?"
That's right.
Looking at the transmitted battlefield footage, he clearly sensed the raging emotions within those chanical bodies.
But logically, this absolutely shouldn't be an emotion the chanical Units would display.
Because anger ans impulsiveness.
When machines possess the emotion of anger, no matter how efficient their actions, accidents will inevitably occur.
He was puzzled and confused.
Completely unaware of what had actually happened.
Until that strange, slightly amused voice of the Desire Mother Tree ca from the Seed of Flesh and Blood.
"Of course, they are uploaded consciousnesses after all. Seeing such an insulting scene, not going berserk is already being very true to their nature, hehe."
The surrounding Plague Doctors were instantly stunned, utterly bewildered.
Had sothing happened that they didn't know about?
Because they could clearly detect the mocking and interested fluctuations in the Mother Tree's voice, as if she were currently watching a grand spectacle, feeling physically and ntally pleased.
"Mother Goddess." The leading Plague Doctor stepped forward, hesitantly inquiring:
"Has sothing major... happened on the chanical Cult's side?"
The Desire Mother Tree's voice, carrying that strange amusent, ca again. It sounded like a bewitching lady resting her chin on her hand, watching sothing with great interest, saying:
"Correct. I really couldn't tell. I always thought you Plague Doctors were all pedantic, incompetent rats. But now it seems, I may have to revise my impression of you."
"Among you, there are also so very interesting juniors."
And at that very mont, the Seed of Flesh and Blood emitted wisps of crimson mist. An image slowly took shape within that blood mist.
All the surrounding Plague Doctors instinctively looked toward the image erging within the blood mist.
And the instant they saw it, their expressions changed dramatically.
"That is..."
It seed to be a vast underground space, surrounded by darkness, with only a faint blue glow emanating from a central area. And right in that zone, a Young Man wearing the sa pale Raven Mask as them stood.
Beside him was a chanical Girl with vacant eyes, shafully bound by chains.
They imdiately recognized the appearance of that machine, their hearts filled with great alarm.
"Silver Fantasy?! That Supre Unit?!"
They were greatly shocked, their minds in turmoil.
As Plague Doctors who had fought and controlled the chanical Cult for many years, they were deeply impressed by this chanical Girl shimring with pale blue light. As a new-generation unit of Intelligent Machinery Technology, she had achieved significant results in multiple operations against them.
It could be said.
This chanical Girl was currently the most troubleso chanical Unit they had encountered.
Many tis, they and the Dominator Sect had set up ambushes, wanting to suppress and kill her, but each attempt ended in failure. That chanical Girl could absolutely be called the strongest combat force below the Monarch level among the chanical Units.
But at this mont.
That chanical Girl, who had brought them such great intimidation, was actually bound there in such a humiliating posture, and seed to have already suffered imnse humiliation and abuse.
They were utterly horrified.
Whose subordinate is this?!
To be so ferocious!
To actually be able to capture even that Silver Fantasy?!
This... this...
Have the badasses among our Plague Doctors beco this aweso now?!
User Comments
0 comments from readers