Successors of all mankind

There was even one like that among them.

As the visit began, countless 0s and 1s began to flash wildly in the eyes of this mechanical priest, who had even modified his own brain.

He felt immense pleasure from this, but it was extremely terrifying to others.

Because his whole body was twisting abnormally, and at the same time, his facial features began to bleed wildly.

This made the officer next to him instinctively want to go up and sever his connection with Shenji.

But he was stopped by another mechanical priest.

"Don't be surprised, you idiot. He's fine. Look how happy he is!"

The officer looked suspiciously at the mechanical priest, who had begun to wail, and said:

"Sir, are you sure?"

The mechanical priest resolutely removed the data cable from his hand.

"Of course, he has directly connected his brain to the Divine Machine and is currently experiencing the vast ocean of data within it. He has already reached the realm of the gods!"

"This is the highest honor and enjoyment. The ugly behavior you see is simply because his body can no longer bear the favors of humanity."

Isn't my brain about to be cooked by the electric current?

The officer stopped what he was doing in surprise and took a few steps back.

These lunatics!

"But is everything alright, sir?"

The mechanical priest who had stopped searching laughed:

"Of course, the information from the telescope is all normal, and the data provided by the telescope is also correct. So it's impossible that the enemy, as you claim, has restored communication!"

They have just completely searched all the information provided by Shenji.

They were absolutely certain there was no problem!

Unless the divine strategist deliberately provided them with incorrect information, but that's impossible; the divine strategist accepted their prayers and inquiries.

How could we possibly act for the enemy?

The enemy doesn't even know that the Divine Strategist exists!

And even if that were the case, there should be traces of the visit, but they didn't find any.

At this point, the mechanical priest looked at the officer with disdain and said:

"Who do you think they are? Humans?"

The officer lowered his head helplessly, realizing that he had indeed been overthinking things.

"My question, sir."

"Go down there. Guarding the gate is the only thing you can do, you idiot!"

The officer slunk away, and it was after he left that the mechanical priest, who was still using his brain to directly connect to the divine machine, suddenly erupted with a twisting and trembling far exceeding what he had experienced before.

He saw it; being directly connected to the divine machine, he could see even more.

So he was horrified to discover a problem—the information provided by the divine strategist was fake!

He tried to immediately disconnect and escape the sea of ​​data.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a massive wave of data, composed of 0s and 1s, crashing down from the sky.

In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the endless amount of data.

This caused his brain in the real world to start physically smoking and sparkling.

His companion immediately shouted:

"This guy has been connected for too long; he can't possibly bear this favor for so long!"

“I’ve told him this before. He’s too greedy for that favor and is never willing to back down in time!”

"Break it off! Break it off!"

But instead of immediately cutting off the data line, they rushed to Shenji and kept saying to him:

"Great machine spirit, forgive our comrade's ignorance, and please bless him to return safely from your sea of ​​data!"

"Please forgive our rudeness. We will definitely repent and atone for our offense today!"

After quickly reciting those two sentences, they disconnected the deadly data line.

But it was too late. The mechanic priest twitched twice on the ground.

He just died straight away.

Seeing the lifeless mechanical priest, his companions couldn't help but complain:

"Someone who doesn't know his place, I hope he hasn't offended Shenji."

As the mechanic priest completely submerged in that deep blue sea of ​​data, he belatedly realized another problem:

It wasn't him who discovered the problem; it was Shenji who made him discover it.

Otherwise, in such a vast sea of ​​data, he would never have seen what Shenji was unwilling to let him see.

For example, right now, he is drowning in countless pieces of redundant data from the past. As long as what he sees is hidden here, no one will be able to find it.

But why did you let me find out?

This was the only question the mechanic priest had.

But he could no longer get the answer, because his brain had completely become a 'computer'.

The smell of burnt meat filled the entire room.

This even overpowered the bloody smell of the servants whipping themselves.

No one noticed what flashed in the mechanic priest's eyes before he was completely roasted.

That's all the information about this unusual visit and the corresponding questions.

Shenji inputted all of this information into his brain.

Then it burned everything!

Hidden in its own vast database, it is indeed theoretically possible for no one to discover it.

But that's still not 100%.

It will do everything in its power to protect the last human being.

It must destroy everything that might allow the aliens to discover that humans still exist!

And now, a burnt-out brain is the best place to go.

Deleting data is never as effective as physical destruction.

Chapter 92: How could it not be one of ours? (3k)

In fact, a safer method than this is to simply burn yourself.

But that would allow someone to investigate the situation and potentially discover something. At the same time, it also has to carry out the instructions from the last human—to turn these aliens into self-righteous blind men!

The technical priests, now back in front of their respective panels, continued to monitor everything they received.

Honestly, nothing has changed.

Wang Jun's channel is still filled with panicked and futile repetitive responses.

They were unable to re-establish contact or receive any messages from others.

They were unaware that the mastermind behind them had changed from watching the servants to watching them.

However, human vision cannot discern what a signal light is actually 'looking' at.

The only one who noticed something amiss was the one holding the inscription and constantly praying.

But that's all there is to it.

As Shenji withdrew her gaze, she felt nothing unusual.

Meanwhile, on the entertainment side, the new aristocracy's army has completed its initial assembly.

Looking at the fully prepared army before him, Count Rhine bowed to Yu Le and said:

"Your Highness, everything is ready. I have ordered the rest of the men to assemble elsewhere, and we will recruit them along the way. Letting them come here rashly would only draw too much attention."

“Very well, Earl, let’s set off.”

Count Rhine stepped aside to make way, and Yu Le walked past him and stood in front of the army.

Originally, Yu Le had never seen such a scene before and wanted to stop and take a closer look.

But the newly minted nobleman in front of him misunderstood, grabbing the megaphone and loudly singing towards the army in front:

"Protecting the entire territory, Prince Jules Grande has arrived!"

Upon seeing Prince Condé, the leader of the army, appear, the soldiers stopped what they were doing and all looked toward Yūraku.

Yule, who noticed this scene, seemed somewhat lost.

He had never been looked at like this by so many soldiers before.

How many people are there?

Tens of thousands? Or hundreds of thousands?

Yu Le stood there, looking at the densely packed figures stretching from the near to the distant horizon.

He had only intended to stop and take a few more glances, but the new nobles beside him clearly interpreted it as something else—that the prince might want to say something to the troops.

Now everyone quieted down and waited for Yu Le to speak.

Yu Le opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He stood before the makeshift command post, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

As the protector of Great Condé and the entire territory, as the person appointed by the princess, and as the nominal supreme commander of this army, he should say something to respond to the silence that awaited his words.

But his mind was completely blank.

At that moment, he was acutely aware of who he was:

A few months ago, a novice translator was using his "hateful wisdom" to create a female version of "The Emperor's Portrait" on his computer; a hapless guy who was thrown into the desert and nearly died at the hands of a black marketeer; a guy who relied on disguise and...

He had neither military training nor experience speaking in front of so many people.

He had only wanted to take a closer look at the army, but it turned into an occasion where he was required to speak.

Yu Le was a little at a loss.

He is still an ordinary person at heart; he has grown, but it's not enough.

Just then, Yu Le felt something gently grasp her hand.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that Serena had somehow walked up to him. She was looking ahead, her face calm and her posture upright.

She gripped Yu Le's hand almost imperceptibly, then released it, as if nothing had happened.

Then she turned slightly to the side, moving a little closer to him, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Master, you don't have to say anything. Just take a look, nod, and you can leave!"

Miss Serena always manages to provide entertainment at just the right time.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Yu Le decided to say something.

After all, he was going to lead this group of people into the battlefield to fight. Yu Le had never experienced war, but he had seen many videos of the Russian-Ukrainian front.

He knew what war meant for ordinary people:

A death without any resistance!

He beckoned and took the megaphone from the newly rich man beside him.

"I will do my best to keep you alive," Yu Le added, noticing the obvious changes in the taxi drivers, "and bring them home alive!"

It's not that I will bring you home alive, but that I will do my best to bring you home alive.

It looked the same, even losing its imposing presence, but when the soldiers heard it...