Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 647: The Natural Disaster That Destroyed the Planet

In the hall of the underground ruins, Tilan first healed Sherry's broken limbs. This ability to reconnect limbs with bare hands surprised several people again, and even gave them the illusion that this girl was almost omnipotent.

Afterwards, the five people came out from underground with the mechanical angel. It was already night and they were a little hungry.

Sitting around the campfire, they watched the oatmeal porridge and vegetables boiling in the pot. A little pickled meat was added to it, which was just enough to add a certain amount of salt. The faint aroma of meat and oatmeal porridge wafted around, which increased their appetite again.

On the other side, Heshia and Loloria sat together, discussing past events.

"When I was born, the Mechanical Council was fighting the coalition forces of the four dark suns. At that time, small starships of various explorations were wandering everywhere in the galaxy. My mission was to lead the autonomous units under my command to eliminate these small starship teams." Loloria recalled.

"It was very difficult in the early stage because there were so many enemies. Later, as the teams that had been fighting outside came back, our strength gradually grew. At that time, an α-level sister taught me a lot. She transmitted her precious memories to me, allowing me to understand a lot of knowledge from the outside world and learn about the battles among the dark suns in the Milky Way."

Although she is a mechanical life form, Loloria has rich emotions that are almost human, and her speech does not have the stiff synthetic style of traditional AI. In fact, due to the settings and processing of the program, her pronunciation 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-level thinking matrix simulation, too much knowledge does not lead to an exponential increase in ability. After passing an upward curve, the effect will tend to be flat, which is the 'marginal effect' in common sense."

"In order to avoid the mistakes made during the glorious era, our memory transfer behavior is strictly limited, so as to maintain the diversity of the core of mechanical life and avoid excessive convergence. However, if it is necessary knowledge determined by the main brain matrix, it will be updated for all mechanical life."

"The Mechanical Council has a strict hierarchy system. At the top are 64 masterminds, and below them are about 3000 α-level artificial angels. Below that are β-level artificial angels similar to me, with about 500 million members. Below that are γ-level mechanical life forms, with probably hundreds of millions of them. Below that are mechanical combat units, whose number I don't know either."

Five million Sequence 500 combat units? Heshia rubbed her brows slightly, feeling the horror of this number. No wonder the Mechanical Parliament at that time could hold out for so long under the siege of the four Dark Suns. According to their class ranking, the main brain at that time should be close to Sequence 7, and was the one who was directly empowered by the Dark Sun Rou. The next 9 α-level artificial angels were Sequence 3000, and below them were Sequence 8 β-level mechanical life, and Sequence 7 γ-level mechanical life.

"What happens next, after you eliminate 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 suns, and I followed Lady Olivia and landed on this planet."

"Lady Olivia is an α-level artificial angel, commanding nearly 4000 β-level artificial angels. I was one of them at the time. After landing on this planet, we started a brutal battle with the Silver Wings on the planet..." Loloria blinked, projecting the scene at that time.

The sky was dyed a gorgeous red, as if the crimson sky of the aurora was hanging down from space. Then the field of vision continued to get closer and larger, 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 radiated high-temperature radiation rays outwards in the process of breaking through the atmosphere to dissipate heat.

On the other side of the sky, there were also silver wings arranged in an array that covered the sky. These were a race that was almost identical to real angels, with beautiful wings growing on their waists and backs. They were all women, wearing silver and white armor engraved with delicate and gorgeous patterns.

As a race with intelligence and wisdom, they are not only exceptionally beautiful in appearance, but also have many aerospace fighters and floating warships to assist in combat. These war behemoths are also suspended in the air. When the mechanical angels in the sky descend, they also begin to gather energy and fire continuously.

Under the dense 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 fired downwards from time to time, and the magnificent jets drew huge gullies several kilometers long inside. The floating warships passing by were also melted and shattered, falling to the ground.

After that, the extremely agile individuals of both sides engaged in close combat, steel wings and silver wings intertwined, blood and broken steel splashed in sparks, corpses and wreckage of both sides fell from the sky tens of thousands of meters above, and the entire earth was filled with burning scorched earth and craters from falling and impact.

Such battles lasted from day to night. Even at night, the sky was filled with flames and jets without stopping, and the combat units of both sides seemed endless. Hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of casualties did not shake the will of both sides in the slightest. The whole atmosphere was filled with the smell of burnt and blood.

Looking down from a height of thousands of feet, the scene below was like purgatory on earth, with countless corpses and mechanical wreckage piled up. The once beautiful angel was like a shredded rag doll, with all kinds of limbs and flesh scattered around. The burnt black smoke and lingering dark red afterglow dotted the earth.

In order to destroy the planet that nurtured the new race as quickly as possible, in the later stages of the war, starships in space carried out radiation bombardments that destroyed the planet's environment. Dazzling streams of light poured down on the earth, the original oceans were evaporated, and countless lands were submerged by boiling tides. At the same time, the radiation pollution also destroyed the genes of most of the creatures on earth. Even plants were almost wiped out.

"I don't know what happened after that, because I was injured during the Advent Operation. In the middle of the operation, my companions temporarily placed me in this base for recovery. This process should have only taken 1-2 months, but after I fell 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 had passed."

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

"Don't worry, because during the conquest, there are 43 battlefields going on at the same time, distributed in various star fields and planets. If the enemy shows up here, we will lose more important nodes, so our sacrifice will be worth it." Loloria replied.

43 battlefields, that is to say, the Mechanical Council at that time invested at least tens of billions of mechanical combat units. According to Loloria's description, this was not the limit of the Mechanical Council at that time. However, even such a powerful ρ Mechanical Council was defeated in the end and was strangled and destroyed by the four dark suns. Heshia could not imagine to what extent the war of that era had developed. After almost abandoning all moral codes and ethical restrictions, the entire human civilization was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, running wildly on the road of destroying each other.

With such a mood in mind, Heshia was a little absent-minded during dinner, and the images and words still lingered in her mind.

After the meal, when everyone sat down to rest, they began to discuss the expedition.

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

"What identity?" Shirley was still a little stunned. When Tilan was fighting with Loloria, he had already passed out, so he had no idea of ​​the specific process.

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

"No matter who Heshia is, she saved me and Boss Moose, so we are just friends, and that won't 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 races and the native humans. After all, in this era, it is good enough to be alive. Why should you bear so many hatred and deep contradictions?

The two main decision-makers in the settlement expressed their opinions. As a new member, Sherry should not ask too many questions. Moreover, it was Heshia who saved him, otherwise he would be disabled for the rest of his life. In this land, disability is actually not much different from death.

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

"Some of these chip parts are old and damaged. Do you mind if I take them back and exchange them for some useful supplies?" Fran said.

"The Slami Association buys these things. You can also tell me what you want."

"I want a set of light armor with good protection." Sherry was the first to speak.

"As for me, I actually really want an advanced machine tool so that I can make many things." Sura thought for a while.

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

"Find me a good ranged weapon."

"OK, these are not difficult." Fran wrote down the needs of several people.

"Miss Heshia, what do you want?" Fran looked at the girl who was staring at the flames in a daze. "I..." The girl came to her senses.

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

"That really hits the nail on the head. In fact, the association sent us out for these two things." Fran smiled and shook his head.

"I can think of a way to get the map, but as for the chronicle, I'm afraid Miss Heshia 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 definitely not an ordinary person. She might be the core heir of some powerful force. After all, the strength and knowledge she has shown so far are definitely not something that can be achieved by self-study.

Judging from her fighting ability alone, I'm afraid no one in this area of ​​hundreds of miles can beat her.

"If I have the chance later, I will visit you." Tilan temporarily put aside her speculation about the true situation of the Fifth Era.

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

"Can the wings be repaired?" Tilan asked with concern, looking at the steel wings retreating behind Loloria.

"It's a bit difficult to repair it completely. The parts here are incomplete and many of them are aged." Loloria shook her head.

"However, wings are not a necessary accessory. We will also equip different accessories according to combat needs. Without wings, the air combat capability will only decline."

Afterwards, Loloria commanded several relatively intact and startable mechanical combat units to clean up the ruins and transfer the supplies to the ground.

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

"When I came here, I fought almost every day and basically never stopped." As she said this, Loloria jumped up in a good mood. The airflow from the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands made her fly freely in the air and turn several circles.

"Do mechanical life forms also need rest?" Tilan was very interested in Loloria. After all, the residents of the Federation had only known about the existence of such a group of mechanical life forms from historical records.

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

"Heshia is very special, especially your body." She said things in a simple and innocent tone that could be easily misunderstood.

"What's special about it?" Tilan covered her chest slightly. She felt 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 the combination of a certain concept and real matter. This situation often occurs in those who are favored by the Crown of the Sun and have power." Loloria tilted her head to analyze.

"I see..." Tilan lowered her head and recalled that the Water Saint before seemed to have said something similar, but none of the descriptions in front of her were closer to the essence.

Perhaps the person in front of him had actually seen the Dark Sun and the Sequence 9 Patronus of that time, while the Water Saint was a modern person and had not experienced that era.

It seems that her life experience is closely related to concepts such as the Sun Crown or Angel Container. Tilan shook her head slightly.

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

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

Were these little movements of the artificial angel specially designed? Tilan couldn't help but wonder as she watched this scene.

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

"Are all of you artificial angels female in appearance?" the girl couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, they are all girls." Loloria raised her hands.

"Girls are prettier, and you humans all like them, right?" She stated the reason frankly.

"We were originally created by you, so naturally we have continued this style and habits."

"Besides, girls also have advantages, because the front armor can be made thicker, with more accessory systems stuffed inside, and it fits the industrial aesthetic better than a male without front armor."

"The strong muscle fibers of men are not very useful for machines. If a woman's appearance is adopted, the limbs can be made thinner, which saves weight, makes it more flexible and faster, and has stronger combat effectiveness."

Is there any scientific basis for this? The girl blinked, subconsciously wondering if it was an excuse input by the first batch of programmers.

But according to Loloria's explanation, it does make sense.

……

While Tilan and his companions were still thinking about how to transfer the many useful materials discovered in the ruins, the Shilin Mountain Fortress dozens of kilometers away was already a sea of ​​fire.

Amid the sky full of flames and shouting, countless black flying insects flew through. They were like an endless black tide, sweeping through every house and drilling into every crevice, looking for any life that might be able to survive. The sharp buzzing sounds continued, and the struggling people were enveloped by them, as if a black hood had fallen, leaving only the remnants of flesh and blood and skeletons.

"Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn these bugs to death—"

Covered in thick gauze clothes, the guards who were fighting stubbornly in the city roared almost crazily, lighting anything burnable within their sight.

Flames and black smoke filled the air, as did the sounds of wailing and running footsteps, crying, buzzing, and the crackling of burning wood.

Inside the fortress in the mountain castle, the tightly sealed windows and doors were covered with black bugs, which kept gnawing at them, looking for gaps to get inside.

As night fell, the entire valley was filled with thick smoke and flames, and the sound of insects buzzing incessantly. The fortress that had been defended for a long time also exploded in the middle of the night. The Gray-Feathered Transcendents who rushed out were shrouded in high-temperature flames, wielding burning swords to clear a path for the team behind.

"Go! Get out of here!"

The desperate bells echoed in the castle, telling those who were still holding on that the final moment had come. If they wanted to survive, they should follow the roaring voices in 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 illusion of resistance and escape. Escape to a place where they can't catch you, to a place with few people. This is the warning from the Gray Fur Scholar!"

(End of this chapter)