Cyber ​​Heroes

Chapter 1205

In the asteroid belt, Ur City warrior Deshoon shut down his engine. The cooling system concentrated the waste heat, and the sublimated metallic heat sink was confined by a magnetic field, transforming into a sliver of light outside his body. He thus entered a state of silence.

The coolant has been completely used up, only two missiles remain, and close-range weapons...

There's no need to count melee weapons. The melee weapons DeShawn carries aren't high-end contraptions like heat swords or sophon blades that require changing warheads. When the old Celestial Fleet was abandoned in the asteroid belt by that old dog Hartman, heat blades weren't yet widely deployed. Sophon blades are even more precious, only recently invented on Mars; you wouldn't even see one unless you were risking your life on the front lines.

While the knights-errant of the outer solar system might be able to produce their own thermal swords, the neutral city-states lacked the technological reserves to even create one. Though the Protectors might see it as a cheap and unrefined weapon, it was essentially a building material for Dyson Clouds.

DeShawn had never used such advanced melee weapons in his life.

Moreover, as a former military officer, his close-combat skills were only so-so.

A solid metal block that creates damage using kinetic energy is a perfect match for him.

Using rough, blunt weapons to transmit kinetic energy and destroy the enemy's vulnerable parts—this is the earliest and most ancient wisdom of humankind.

She's a perfect match for a man like him.

DeShawn's passive detectors were searching all over his body, but he had lost track of the enemy.

Chaotic battles in deep space are troublesome.

DeShawn's mind flashed back to the battle just now. The warriors of Ur City were originally engaged in fierce fighting with the road administration forces' reconnaissance squad when they ran into an advance reconnaissance team from the Celestial Star Fleet, a tactical squad led by a first-level Celestial warrior.

Advanced mechs have less inertia than warships, allowing them to accelerate to higher speeds with less fuel.

Advance reconnaissance units can carry reconnaissance equipment to conduct reconnaissance and transmit more accurate battlefield intelligence back to the mothership.

Despite the fact that Tuoba Xuanyuan XIV had risked his life to kill Jiang Ge'er in a series of battles prior to the Earth-Carmen Line battle, these first-level Heavenly Star Fleet officers of the New Celestial Star Fleet seemed insignificant in the face of renowned heroes. However, when Wu Er and his old Celestial Star Fleet encountered them, they were almost instantly shattered.

Despite being outnumbered, the advance reconnaissance force tore apart the blocking positions formed by the warriors of Ur.

However, these reconnaissance units were tasked with scanning the surroundings and gathering intelligence for the fleet, so they constantly emitted radar waves in the surrounding area—while the warriors of Ur did not have to do so.

Under this one-sided advantage, Sandra Young managed to mount a successful counterattack with great difficulty.

Now, the two sides have fought to the very end.

Most of them died. Each Tianxing Fleet soldier took the lives of several, even dozens, of Ur City warriors before losing their fighting ability.

DeSean was certain the First Heaven officer was still alive. Unfortunately, Sandrel Jr. had engaged him in combat at a distance, while DeSean was being attacked by five soldiers. After he killed all the Protector soldiers around him, Sandrel Jr. and the officer disappeared from sight.

Only scattered flashes of light remained on the battlefield; most of the fighting was over. After sending the final burst signal, DeShawn chose to hide on the battlefield.

Like soldiers crawling on the battlefield at the end of the 20th century.

In space, far from planetary gravitational pull, "speed" is the least important parameter.

Because there is no dense atmosphere, there is no theoretical "speed limit" for any object. Without clouds or a horizon to obscure the view, "speed" offers little advantage in actively choosing to engage or disengage. Furthermore, being far from a planet means the absence of gravity, and the vacuum means the lack of a lifting surface; diving, turning, and climbing are indistinguishable, offering no leverage and instead consuming more fuel.

There is almost no geographical advantage here either.

Flying towards an enemy target at one-hundredth the speed of light, or being attacked by an enemy at one-hundredth the speed of light, are physically equivalent.

Since the first generation of space warfare in the 22nd century, there have been people developing martial arts techniques that emphasize "striking first after the enemy has moved" and "using stillness to control movement," aiming to save fuel and use the ability to change speed instantly to strike the enemy or defend against attacks.

The ultimate master of this tactic was the Tenth Martial God. The Tenth Martial God developed the "Gun and Bullet Parry Technique"—which transforms ammunition and thrown weapons into fixed obstacles to parry close-range attacks from high-speed martial artists.

In space warfare, the most fundamental parameters are reconnaissance capabilities that guarantee the "first-mover advantage" and the ability to change speed instantly.

only……

Such offensive and defensive maneuvers, which approach the limits of human capability, are things that only powerful martial artists would consider.

For veterans, the shutdown of power creates psychological stress. Humanity has only been waging war in space for about three hundred years. Before that, humans hunted and fought in planetary environments for over thirty thousand years.

When the power is actively shut off, the human subconscious easily judges "I am falling," and irrational emotions crowd out the brain's computing resources. Even if a multi-axis gyroscope and balance senses work perfectly together, this illusion is difficult to eliminate.

In space warfare, where the "first move" is paramount, every bit of attention is a precious resource.

The enemy is hidden among the stars, hidden in all the flashes of the battlefield.

Any bright star in any direction could be a sign of an enemy attack.

Modern space warfare has long employed theories of "star-based tactics," also known as "star-based movement techniques" or "star map illusions." Assassins utilize the trajectories of celestial bodies and even the positions of man-made objects to conceal the brilliance of their initial thrusters and reduce the enemy's reaction window.

Legend has it that during the deadly battle between the Fourth Martial God and the Holy King, the Holy King's detectors detected an unexpected light. A supernova explosion that occurred ten million years ago had increased the apparent magnitude of a previously invisible, nameless star in the dome by thirteen.

Although it is still difficult for humans to see directly, the Holy King's passive detectors observed this scene, and his active radar locked onto the wrong direction for a moment.

The observatory did indeed record that supernova explosion on that day and at that moment. Ten million light-years away, a celestial body larger than the sun exploded, and the light traveled through the universe for ten million years, arriving at the battlefield between the Holy King and the Fourth Martial God on that day and at that second.

The Fourth Martial God made no comment, seemingly disliking such a narrative imbued with a sense of destiny. However, he couldn't be certain whether the Holy King truly revealed a fatal flaw due to the supernova at that moment—perhaps only the deceased Holy King himself knew the truth. Academically, that supernova explosion had a formal naming convention: "SN + New Era Year + Letter Suffix." However, outside the Research Knights, everyone called it the "Holy King Supernova."

In the ensuing wars, the Protectors developed some new tactics that the heroes had never even considered.

For example, based on the fleet commander's prediction, they would detonate nuclear bombs several minutes in advance, a few astronomical units away, and create a dazzling effect that "looks like a warship's contrail at a specific time and angle" through artificial scattering.

Although the warships of the chivalrous forces can be distinguished within seconds, the time window for modern fleet combat is extremely short.

The flashes in the sky might be traces of battle thousands of miles away, or fake warship exhaust plumes several astronomical units away...

Or perhaps it's an enemy plane accelerating from several kilometers away.

Be vigilant about every inch of starlight.

The entire starry sky weighed heavily on the veteran's spirit.

At first, DeShawn was simply trying to find peace, recalling the star map from his memory files and comparing it with the surrounding night sky. But at some point, he suddenly became aware of the existence of "beauty".

The soul gradually calmed down, like the surface of water.

It's been a long time since I've really looked at this starry sky.

The last time I saw this boundless starry sky must have been 130 years ago. The old Celestial Fleet was annihilated, the warships were broken apart, and DeShawn was thrown into space. His last bit of fuel was barely enough to keep him relatively still. Back then, soldiers didn't have built-in navigation systems, and he didn't know how to calculate how to "drift" to Mars, so he simply stayed put and waited for rescue.

The story that follows is naturally the history of the founding of Ur. The veteran did not receive any rescue. The remnants of the Fourth War God responded and established a city here.

From that moment on, DeShawn never looked closely at the starry sky again. He could never forget the cold, starry night he had seen while waiting for rescue.

It's not that they "don't look" in a physical sense, but for DeShawn over the past hundred years, the "starry sky" is just visual noise.

Even with a prosthetic body that reaches the highest level and a reactor that will not easily go out even after a hundred years of operation, DeShawn is still just a dying man whose engine is damaged, fuel is exhausted, ammunition is scarce, and he is gradually falling from a scorching hell into an icy hell.

But earlier on, DeShawn actually loved the starry sky.

In an era when cybernetic technology led to the rapid development of the aerospace industry, the first batch of young people who joined the space force all harbored, to varying degrees, a sense of awe and a desire to conquer the stars.

"Only now are you thinking about these things?"

DeShawn was surprised. He vaguely remembered the internal martial arts practitioners of the chivalrous faction discussing the influence of mental state on the performance of martial arts techniques, but he couldn't recall it at the moment. This distracting thought did not interrupt his concentration at this moment. He seemed to have entered a realm he had not been able to reach before.

In that instant, he caught a glimpse of light as thin as a hair.

A trail.

DeShawn emitted a narrow beam of radar light, then fell silent again. The guy had clearly realized there was another martial artist nearby, and was actually approaching.

They don't seem to be warriors from Ur. Ur's warriors don't have such an arrogant style.

The reflexes of a Standard Warrior are so fast that conventional long-range attacks can easily be intercepted or evaded. A distance of 100 kilometers renders most attacks completely unreliable. Even Standard Warriors specializing in firearms must close the distance to reduce the enemy's reaction time.

The enemy is still a hundred kilometers away, and the radar wave only revealed the location where DeShawn was just now.

There is no need to panic.

Amidst a sky full of stars, DeShawn assumed a fighting stance, awaiting the enemy's approach.

As expected, it was the enemy who lost their composure first. DeShawn knew very well that the opponent had come with a reconnaissance mission issued by King Agni, and the Celestial Fleet was already very close, perhaps only a few light-seconds away.

The enemy is the one who has no time to spare.

Unbridled radar waves. The Doppler rate of change of the radar pulse had already revealed the enemy's speed. Combined with the intelligence obtained from his own radar waves, DeShawn had already pinpointed an invisible enemy against the dark sky.

A virtual cursor is overlaid on the field of view.

There's still some time.

There is no need to panic.

The coating confuses radar detection, and the camouflage blends seamlessly with the starry sky. Until they get close enough, the enemy cannot detect them.

There is no need to panic.

DeShawn calculated his fuel and ammunition, pondering his first move—which might also be his last.

Unbridled signaling. The enemy is undoubtedly an arrogant hunter. Active electromagnetic signals will certainly reveal more tactical intelligence, but this guy doesn't care at all.

As a military officer under King Agni, this officer clearly had not considered the possibility that "the enemy had infiltrated the radar signal with poison."

DeShawn still relies solely on passive radar to read the signs of an attack.

Nearly.

Two missiles appeared first, guided by the signal. The electromagnetic gun fired kinetic energy projectiles, which precisely destroyed the warheads of the two missiles from two kilometers away.

No matter how powerful an enemy is, their ammunition capacity is limited. After confirming that the enemy was capable of intercepting conventional weapons, the officer, whose appearance was still unknown, did not launch any more missiles.

The recoil from the gun muzzle altered DeShawn's trajectory.

The radar beam focused in that instant.

"very good."

DeShawn thought to himself.

He also caught a glimpse of the enemy's figure.

Six thousand meters...

5,000 meters...

Four thousand meters...

A kilometer away, DeShawn finally confirmed the enemy's identity.

Balmonk, a guy who escaped with his life from the tenth martial god's disciple, is a well-known expert on the side of the protectors.

He was one of the figures who emerged after that bastard Hartman rebuilt the Celestial Fleet.

"You beast!"

DeShawn said silently.

When the enemy was only a kilometer away, DeShawn made a provocative move. Camouflage was no longer useful, so he ripped off the flag attached to his shoulder, letting the cloak-like decoration conceal his torso.

That was the flag of the old Celestial Fleet—and the insulting symbols painted on it.

Balmonk must have realized Desean's identity. He certainly didn't recognize an unknown veteran like Desean, but he realized that this was the undead of the old Celestial Fleet that the King had casually abandoned.

But DeSean seemed to feel... that the other party's attitude was becoming increasingly frivolous?
—That's strange. Does my level of internal energy support my sharp perception?

The flag concealed his body movements. DeShawn tilted his head back, striking a defiant pose.

500 meters.

A volley of bullets struck first. DeShawn swung his gun sideways, using its massive, sturdy metal barrel to parry. The veteran was pushed back by the bullets. Balmonk changed course, seemingly unwilling to engage in close combat at this speed.

DeShawn's electromagnetic gun on his back fired again. Balmonk dodged with a precise change of speed. The electromagnetic gun's bullet grazed past the exhaust of his thrusters.

—This consumed some of his fuel reserves.

DeShawn thought to himself.

DeShawn ignited the thrusters, ceasing all reserve, and the fuel reserves plummeted instantly. An explosive burst of light flashed behind him.

In this way, the soldiers of the old Tianxing Fleet quickly closed the distance between themselves and the military officers of the Tianxing Fleet.

Balmonk's thrusters flapped like wings, completing complex coordinated deflections in an extremely short time. He moved with incredible agility in the void.

DeShawn's radar beam locked onto Balmunk, giving him no chance to escape. The tattered flag, obscuring his upper body, fluttered in the windless universe. DeShawn then fired his last two missiles.

The wire-controlled missile uses data from the warrior radar to determine the timing of its detonation. Since there is no medium in space to transfer kinetic energy for destruction, the explosive's role is to propel the shrapnel for a final acceleration.

--succeed……

In the firelight, shrapnel pierced the enemy as easily as aluminum foil... No!

A first-level martial artist couldn't possibly be this fragile...

DeShawn instantly realized it was a decoy. In the instant he rapidly approached, Balmunk unfurled a strange decoy in front of him. It resembled origami, and under radar detection, it was almost identical to Balmunk itself. Balmunk, the decoy, and DeShawn were all in a straight line.

Since there is no resistance in space, such a guided target will maintain its initial speed due to inertia.

At a distance of several hundred meters, coupled with the shaking of DeShawn's machine due to acceleration, he was unable to see through this trick in an instant!

EMP pulses covered the battlefield. Radar failed for a split second. The explosions blocked DeShawn's passive observation.

DeShawn immediately changed his stance.

In that instant, Balmonk actually rushed to within fifty meters of DeShawn.

—It's too late…

The two martial artists passed each other for the first time.

The old Celestial Fleet's banner misled Balmonk. The heat sword failed to cleave DeShawn's torso, leaving only a deteriorated mark. The grappling hook coiled around DeShawn's leg.

Even the God of Speed ​​King couldn't break a rope made of the same material.

Balmonk was determined to kill the veteran here.

Death loomed, yet DeShawn showed no hesitation. He knew he was weaker than his enemy, so anything that could deplete their fuel reserves, or even just a little bit of spare parts durability, would be beneficial.

The giant spear swung, colliding violently with the heat sword. The heat sword's material advantage was obvious; it actually cut into the giant spear without deforming. DeShawn thought he might be able to break the sword by applying horizontal force, but Balmonk kicked the spear away, not giving DeShawn that chance.

DeShawn used his tattered cloak to conceal his firing motion, instantly reducing the old Celestial Fleet's flag to shreds. Bullets flew, creating sparks as they struck Balmonk, only to have several pieces of armor peel off. Balmonk then easily dismantled DeShawn's stance with a flick of his grappling hook.

The heat sword severed one of DeShawn's legs.

The battle has reached its final stage.

But in that instant, a new radar beam locked onto the two of them.

Balmonk wielded his heat sword with sweeping, powerful movements, seemingly switching to a more aggressive strategy in that instant. Sensing his opponent's growing agitation, DeShawn decisively wrapped his grappling hook around his arm and charged forward, his eight-meter spear flashing like a black blur.

There's no complicated strategy involved; it's just pure kinetic energy, kinetic energy, kinetic energy!
Such a relentless barrage lacked strategy and only temporarily suppressed Balmonk's movements.

Then, a cone-shaped armor-piercing javelin appeared on Balmonk's neck.

Little Sandel could barely stop. He finally grabbed the grappling hook between Balmonk and Deshoon, and flew along, dragging the two First-Level Cybernetic Bodies along. Of course, he couldn't stop; he was just keeping relatively stationary with respect to the other two objects.

DeShawn asked, "How much fuel do you have left?"

“It’s only enough for two or three turns. I think we should wait and see,” said Sandel. “The built-in star map isn’t accurate enough; I can’t guarantee we can make it to Mars. It would be even better if we could land on an asteroid.”

"That bastard Hartman has lost another useful dog." DeShawn looked at the headless prosthetic body in front of him with great satisfaction.

At that moment, a flash of light came from the side far from the sun.

“Chaldea…” Sandel adjusted his prosthetic eye. “Tsk, we can’t confirm the situation at Chaldea from this distance, but it seems like there’s still more than half left? Fortunately, there’s hardly anyone there… Do you think that bastard King Agni might have gotten angry because his subordinate died?”

After a while without a response, Sandriel stretched out his foot and kicked DeShawn: "Old instructor?"

“He’s still alive.” DeShawn sighed. “I’ve seen this before…”

"Ok?"

“When that bastard Hartman opened fire on Jupiter’s satellite city, I was a radar operator…” DeShawn said. “It’s amazing, I was just fighting alongside the Fourth War God’s responders. But more than a hundred years ago…”

"It's been over a hundred years and you're only now realizing that a large portion of Ur City are followers of the Fourth War God's uprising?" Little Sandel remarked. "You've got quite a big heart."

“Sigh…” DeShawn sighed, “That guy is a real bastard.”

"In short, it's all that bastard's fault."

"The Celestial Star Fleet is very close, they'll cross this area in a few minutes," DeShawn sighed. "Has the Knights caught up yet...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light suddenly appeared from the direction closest to the sun.

The Celestial Star Fleet appears to have experienced an explosion.

Then, one after another... new planets lit up on the other side.

These new stars are arranged neatly, like a line of soldiers.

"King Agni is slowing down!" Little Sandel exclaimed. "Is he feeling the pressure?"

In an instant, a radiant river of light appeared beneath their feet. The slight scattering from the collision of the particle beam with the thin interstellar medium gave the pure destructive power a visible form. Little Sandel felt a chill run down his spine. They had almost been vaporized on the spot!

All traps and matter along the main gun's path were directly sublimated by pure energy.

That's the main cannon of a deep-space warship. Perhaps Jupiter's atmosphere can withstand it, perhaps it can't penetrate Earth's rock layers. But absolutely no man-made object can remain intact in its presence.

In that instant, the two martial artists became a lone boat in the torrent of destruction!
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It was very different from what Jeanne had originally expected.

There was no so-called "fusion of wills" or "assimilation into oneness".

In the collective dream of all the soldiers of the Black Ship Righteous Army, she was simply repeating a mission.

Meeting.

Hold various operational meetings.

And Xiang Shan, the seventh martial god who is probably a remake, is mostly just a... scribe? He just records the speeches at various meetings, compiles them into a book, and then organizes different people to discuss different details.

“What exactly is this place used for? So what is the significance of Xiangshan? What is the point of using Xiangshan here?” Jeanne felt confused and said to the elderly-looking Xiangshan beside her, “I don’t feel any sense of purpose in everyone working together to build Xiangshan… This is just endless strategic meetings.”

“Please call it ‘military democratization,’ madam.” Li Wenyang sat down on Jeanne’s other side, leaning against a tree and gazing at the sky. The sun seemed to be shining on him quite comfortably.

Jeanne's gaze drifted to a small group meeting. There, another Li Wenyang was assigning tasks to the commanders of three ships.

There was also a younger-looking Xiangshan who was recording.

“Multi-threaded thinking,” Liu Xiangshan said. “It’s a not-so-common direction for developing internal skills, allowing different parts of the brain to take turns resting. Only internal martial artists who also practice military martial arts would learn it.”

A sunny lawn, a detached house, a slightly warm temperature, sunshine, a beach, and a huge white "tent" in the distance.

“It’s this place.” Liu Xiangshan sighed. “This really is… the period of my life when I’m having the most meetings.”

This is a virtual space. Here, he and Jeanne can be assigned two local area network IPs and log in as two different individuals.

So where is this place?

"You've probably never heard of the Rama Park."

“We involve everyone in discussions to resolve tactical and technical difficulties, discuss how to execute combat orders and plans, and then conduct post-battle reviews to summarize combat experience.” Li Wenyang continued the previous topic, “Xiang Shan is our mentor. The Sixth Martial God taught every soldier of the Three Righteous Cavalry how to fight. And undeniably, Xiang Shan is a very good learner, so we will choose to emulate his post-battle reflections to enhance our own capabilities.”

“This Xiangshan here can only be considered our auxiliary thinking interface—at least it could be in the past.” Li Wenyang closed his eyes and smiled as he looked at the sky. “This system can access talents that we ourselves have not yet discovered, even in ways we did not anticipate. If the situation stabilizes, we might promote this system as part of the education system.”

Liu Xiangshan curled his lip: "What do you mean by 'stable situation'?"

“When humanity no longer needs the rebirth of the God of War,” Li Wenyang said, “then we can open up this technological achievement without any burden.”

"I have mixed feelings," Liu Xiangshan commented, "but it seems to make a lot of sense."

Another fragment flew out from a group meeting, like a glowing butterfly, and flew towards the tree-shaped luminous object not far away.

That enormous document, stretching to the heavens, was the decision book—or perhaps the decision tree—encompassing numerous possibilities, situations, and solutions.

In this era, the time and place of space wars are determined several days before the battle begins, but the entire process of the actual battle is compressed into a very short window.

Many emergencies don't even give commanders time to relay orders.

Often, commanders must prepare detailed contingency plans before a battle even begins.

"Speaking of which, is this normal?" Liu Xiangshan said, looking at the other Xiangshan figure who was summarizing the meeting minutes. "I always feel... this Xiangshan seems to be talking more and more, and his thinking is becoming more and more active?"

“I think it’s amazing too,” Li Wenyang said with a smile. “Just a few hours ago, didn’t I announce the new Mountain update patch?”

Jeanne nodded: "I've heard others discussing it, and it seems this patch is working surprisingly well?"

Li Wenyang smiled and nodded: "After all, it occupied the last bit of bandwidth for us to maintain our connection with the rear, and it was connected through Senior Zhu's hidden line."

"Zhu Xinyu developed an upgrade patch for 'Xiangshan'?" Liu Xiangshan crossed his arms, a chill running down his spine. "This feels weird."

“The three major fleets’ Martial God systems are now inseparable from Senior Zhu’s help,” Li Wenyang said with a smile.

As the meeting progressed, most members went silent on the interactive interface in the meeting room, focusing their attention more on the real world.

This was a decision made unanimously by all officers and soldiers. Everyone understood their position and recognized the significance of this battle.

Finally, a figure facing the mountain stood before them.

He also sat cross-legged on the lawn.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​finding such a place?" Ascended Mountain asked with a smile.

At this very moment, another part of him was on Mars reconciling Zhu Xinyu's out-of-control power. This other part of him, naturally, used the information ceded to him by a portion of Zhu Xinyu's consciousness to jump between multiple stations along the asteroid belt and create a terminal locally.

Ascended beings no longer rely on physical bodies; a powerful biological brain is merely an added bonus for them.

The Black Ship Righteous Army originally possessed a conference program based on the God of War. The Ascended Ones accessed this God of War-based program.

However, Xiang Shan had no intention of taking over the fleet. Unlike the Sixth Martial God, the first and last Martial God did not possess any outstanding fleet command abilities. He simply faithfully fulfilled the original function of the conference system, assisting Li Wenyang in making tactical decisions and faithfully recording, organizing, and conveying them.

Tumor Mountain seemed to understand something, and sighed, "What? So it's me again... How annoying."

Li Wenyang said, "I do know some inside information. Senior Zhu has been researching 'Ascension.' We don't know much either... but we don't know your situation. Did Senior Zhu choose to become a Martial God? Or..."

Although Tuo Xiangshan looked away with a disgusted expression, he kept his ear to the ascendant Xiangshan.

Xiang Shan shrugged: "Unfortunately, I am indeed Xiang Shan... Before Zhu Xinyu's ascension, I was active on Earth as the Twelfth Martial God. Then Zhu Xinyu's ascension on Mars didn't go smoothly, so I took over. I got some information from Zhu Xinyu, and I was just thinking of coming to see you guys, maybe I could update the firewall or something. But I didn't expect..."

Tumor said to the mountain, "Seventh Brother never existed. You can't eat others to advance your ascension. You're disappointed, aren't you? Hehe."

"No, the Seventh Prince did exist. He existed in the past, and he will be immortal in the future," the Ascended One said.

Tumor Mountain felt another chill: "It feels weird to say that I am immortal."

"Having died so many times, it wouldn't be too much to ask for a martyr's title, would it?" Xiang Shan smiled, then saluted Li Wenyang. "Well then, Commander Li, as an independent swordsman, I request permission from you. I hope to refine the data related to Xiang Shan and deploy it on the Martian battlefield. I promise that this data will only be used for exploring ascension technology. I hope you will approve it."

Li Wenyang was somewhat surprised: "Logically speaking, this is your own memory."

"Xiangshan is not just my name—especially the Seventh War God. Everyone in the three fleets is part of the Seventh War God, and I do not intend to go against myself," Xiangshan said. "I have actually considered discussing this issue at the fleet conference, but it seems that there is no time for it right now."

After pondering for a moment, Li Wenyang asked another question: "What exactly is wrong with Senior Zhu?"

Xiang Shan sighed slightly: "The ascension was not smooth. This guy, halfway through the ascension, suddenly felt, 'I have done so many bad things now, will I become even worse in the future, even worse than Yorgov?' — The nature of AI as a biological entity makes the simulation and deduction in her perception very close to the actual development."

"To avoid becoming worse, part of her consciousness began to roll back versions, while another part began to kill processes, constantly killing those processes that persisted in evolving."

“I see…” Li Wenyang nodded. “Then I think our data might be of some help to you. The Seventh Martial God is our Martial God, so I can assert that the Seventh Martial God will never become an evil dragon.”

Liu Xiangshan was somewhat surprised: "You're being so sure of yourself?"

“The Seventh God of War is ourselves, which is why we are so confident,” Li Wenyang said. “Just as the poems of the outer solar system praise, ‘Whenever chivalry declines, whenever injustice runs rampant—children of Earth, we will create them.’”

Ascended Mountain seemed quite embarrassed, awkwardly digging complex patterns into the ground with his toes: "Holy crap, is Oppenheimer's meme influence on military technology developers really that severe? Don't think I can't tell that this is a rewritten version of a Sanskrit poem praising maintenance personnel!"

In July 1945, when Oppenheimer witnessed the successful test detonation of the world's first atomic bomb in the New Mexico desert, sending a mushroom cloud into the sky, he couldn't help but recall a passage from the Bhagavad Gita. Later historians believe that some kind of destiny seemed to have brought Oppenheimer directly to the dilemma inherent in the core theme of the Bhagavad Gita—developing superweapons to prevent the victory of the axis of evil, which would inevitably cause massive casualties. This led him to empathize with the feelings of Arjuna, the mythical hero who refused to fight his own family.

And this meme-level influence even appeared in front of Xiangshan in such a strange way.

Li Wenyang shook his head: "This is just our true thought. We are the ones who truly created the Seventh Martial God. Perhaps the other Martial Gods are different from the Seventh Martial God, but what truly decides to give birth to a Martial God is never the Martial God itself, but us. We created you. Perhaps initially, the soldiers of the three fleets were all people saved by the Sixth Martial God, but in the end, it was we who decided to embark on that deadly path together with the Seventh Martial God."

Just then, an image flashed through Jeanne's mind.

That's Chaldea...

A flash of light suddenly appeared at about one-tenth of the way up from the top of Chaldea.

"The old dog is starting to vent his anger," Xiang Shan said seriously.

The war between the fleets broke out in that instant.

I've been rereading "Battle Fairy Yukikaze" and Campbell's "The Lost Fleet" lately... Sigh, I always feel like I'm actually completely incapable of writing about war.