Wow!The explosion rate is really high

Chapter 85
Seeing Baier's movements of putting on clothes, Helen's eyes softened a little, "Do you still remember the crazy companion after your second group confrontation?"

"Hmm..." Bai E was taken aback for a moment, then recalled, "What's wrong?"

The black iron plate in memory flashed in front of his eyes - 69A44.

"He is an artificial human from Line 69, and the alien genes he uses are mainly from the Zerg race." Helen said casually while sorting out the information at hand.

The original intention of the Robot Warrior Project is to create a group of super fighters that surpass ordinary humans. If they are all just human genes, they will not be able to exceed the limits of human beings in the final analysis.

In this respect, the genes of alien races such as bugs, orcs, elves, etc. performed better.

"Hmm..." Baie agreed softly, indicating that he was listening.

"His will is being assimilated by the Zerg gene, and the probability of mutation is very high, that is to say...he will definitely become a bug in the end. In fact, all your artificial human warriors have the possibility of potential mutation, and many sudden outside world All factors will trigger the dominant expression of latent genes."

Helen lowered her eyelids, not knowing whether she was confessing or remembering, "I just screened out those fighters with a high probability of mutation and ended their lives early..."

When the will is assimilated by the wildness of a foreign race and does something harmful to one's compatriots, it is uncertain whether the compatriots feel sad or the mutant himself is more guilty.

Baie instantly realized what the other party was talking about.

It's on the panel... [Mutation Risk]!
Seeing Bai Er's dazed movements, Helen smiled, "Don't be nervous, your willpower is enough to break through stubborn stones, and it's up to you to decide whether to stick to being a human being."

The words are very metaphysical, and it seems that they should not be spoken by a scientific researcher like her.

However, this is a world where psychics exist, and metaphysics... is also part of science.

"Okay, you go back. If there is a need during this period, I may have to trouble you to come here at any time."

Baie straightened his posture respectfully, "Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye... 95B27. By the way, many androids will call themselves. Have you given yourself a name?"

"...Bai'e, you can call me Bai'e."

"Baier..." Helen murmured softly, and then a smile appeared on her face, "Then goodbye, Baier."

Seeing the back of 95B27 being gradually blocked by the slowly closing gate, Helen's eyes were slightly distracted, "Bai E...what's the point?"

After pondering for a moment, Helen shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

The experience that comes into contact with will bring countless variables. Maybe it is just a random combination of two words. There are many strange names in the android, which is difficult to analyze.

Standing up, Helen shouted out the door: "Al, there is a meeting that requires me to be there later, and you will be in charge of analyzing the data collected from those android fighters for the time being."

"Okay teacher... By the way, teacher, Marshal Weissling said hello and said that if you complete the research, you should notify him as soon as possible. He needs to use the deeds of that artificial man to inspire people."

"..." Helen was silent for a while, squinting her eyes and thinking for a while, but decided to hide her edge for the time being, "Tell him that the research is not finished yet, so wait."

"What about the body data of this artificial human?"

"Keep closed, no one is allowed to view."

"Yes!"

……

Helen, who was wearing a white coat and hurriedly pushed the door in, caused many people in the room to glance at it, but they didn't pay much attention.

Vislin on the stage was presenting a comprehensive report on the failure of the war against the Zerg in front of the personnel from various departments from the inner city.

Helen found a nearby seat and sat down, leaning on the back of the sofa with moderate softness and listening.

"...And the main reason for the failure of this battle is that our army cannot continue to launch effective attacks in the spiritual energy domain of the 'master'.

If we hadn't caused enough threatening attacks on the bug lair this time, the master of the double-edged sword would still not show up.

But now that the worm's hole card has appeared, I think we can take some targeted countermeasures.

We have always thought that psychic enemies were few and far between, and left such functions entirely to the Inquisition, employing an elite combat style of decapitation.

But right now, the psychic suppression field of the hive will obviously makes the past policy no longer practical. If we can't spread the resistance to psionic suppression to all fighters, we will still be unable to completely destroy the hive, and it will be An eternal moat on the future of our human development.

Therefore, I think that some training methods and equipment that belong exclusively to the Heresy Arbitration Institute will also be promoted in the military camp in the future.At the same time, I also hope that His Excellency the Night King can select some suitable heretic executives from his subordinates to come to the barracks to guide our soldiers accordingly. "

The man who was pointed out was wearing a long black leather jacket. He leaned on the back of the chair, silent, without any intention of expressing his opinion.

Among the several old people sitting behind a row of long tables on the stage, one of the old people with white hair and beard wearing round-frame glasses looked over the edge of the frame and looked at the back of Weissling obliquely sideways, speaking with an old voice. He asked softly: "Marshal Wisling, are you sure that the psionic anti-stress training of the Arbitration Institute of Heresy can achieve excellent results in the fight against the master's psionic field?"

"Academician Helen can guarantee this." Weissling saw the later Helen and kicked the ball away.

Helen smoothed her white coat and stood up lightly. "We did an analysis for the first time last night. The psychic domain of the Juggernaut is almost the same in nature as the psychic anti-stress training conducted by the Heresy Arbitration Institute. There is no doubt about it."

"Okay!" The old man nodded, "So... what about the funding?"

"Don't even think about it!" The chubby financial officer stood up abruptly, "Each equipment for psionic stress training is sky-high, and the cost of providing training to your entire barracks is too high, it's impossible!"

"We can use this news to trade with other cities. There are top secrets about the Zerg's hole cards. I think many cities are in urgent need."

Blackwater City is not the only city threatened by insect nests. The empire exists in name only, and each city is divided and autonomous. What is lacking in one's own home can be obtained from other people's pockets.

And as far as he knew, they were the first city to actually go to the home of the worm nest.

Vissling was obviously well prepared and spoke with full confidence.

"That's not enough!" The finance officer waved his hand, "At most, it can only be provided to a small number of elite training, don't try to spread it to all fighters!"

"Only in this way can the bugs be completely eradicated! Break through the partition and restore the sovereignty of the world, and we humans will have a future!"

"The city cannot support the emergence of that future!"

"..."

After a brief dispute, calm was restored.

This is an unsolvable knot.

"But everyone... why don't you consider conducting beyond visual range operations?" A voice suddenly came from a corner of the venue.

If you are poor, you will be interspersed with individual soldiers, and if you are rich, you will be covered by artillery fire.

I have been using the lives of soldiers to protect the city. How can I use the refreshment brought by artillery fire to wash my face?

Since manpower cannot maintain a fighting state in the domain of the domination, why not consider bombing it to death outside the domain?

"What do we use to fight beyond visual range?" Someone sneered immediately, "It's not more than 400 years ago!"

The time when the bugs came to the planet is already unverifiable. The ancient human beings were able to resist their initial ferocious offensive and turn them into the decadent posture they are today because of the countless cutting-edge technologies.

At that time, satellites covered the orbits of planets, spaceships and warships patrolled space, and space-based weapons could launch terrifying artillery baptisms on the ground at any time.

It's a pity that an omnic rebellion from more than 400 years ago overturned all human technological achievements.

Now they can't even do a cross-city communication technology, and they still talk about beyond-the-horizon operations.

The reason why mankind's current tactical system appears to be backward is that there is no network that colludes with all electronic devices. The current local area network can only support information transmission within a sphere with a diameter of 10 kilometers, which limits the development of many systems.

For more than 400 years of decline, if it were not for the endless soldiers to control these backward weapons, human beings would have perished long ago.

The man who raised his opinion did not give up, and stood up abruptly, "We can restart the network and establish a signal base station."

"Minister Leacock..." Someone called the man, but there was no more.

The man glanced around, and for a moment no one dared to look at him.

There was silence.

This is a heavy proposal, and no one dares to make a statement indiscriminately.

After a long silence, an old man on the stage tapped on the table and said softly, "The 500-year electronic silence agreement has not passed..."

"439 years! Do we have to wait for 61 years!? After more than [-] years of silence, the electronic demon should have dissipated. How many lives? The agreement time is too conservative!"

"Who dares to guarantee it?"

"Those iron lumps wandering in the wilderness are all waiting for their king to return." Some scattered voices sounded around.

Minister Leacock, who had a somewhat bookish air, was fearless, "Time has changed, and now there is no mechanical environment like it used to be. Even if it is to drive tigers and wolfs away, it is much better than the current situation."

Kind of makes sense, but not much.

No one said anything, and everyone looked at the old people behind the long table on the stage.

"There is no need to mention this proposal again!"

After a moment of whispering and exchanging opinions, the three old people made a joint decision.

Leacock clenched his fists until his fingertips turned white...

"Just follow Weissling's proposal, let some elite soldiers in the barracks undergo spiritual stress training first, especially the pilots of our battle mechs. I also hope that His Majesty the Night King can arrange a few reliable executive officers to help Our soldiers are familiar with the confrontation in the field of psychic energy. In addition... due to the failure of this battle and the loss of combat mechs and personnel, the supply of the genetic optimization fluid belonging to the barracks will be suspended this month, and the meeting will be adjourned!"

(End of this chapter)