Successors of all mankind

"Aren't there other routes and trains? There probably isn't much time, right?"

Controlling AI to turn the steering wheel:

"Your time is always plentiful, because it's not you waiting for us, it's us waiting for you! It's the same for it, just like us!"

After carefully examining the divine machine before him for a long time, Yu Le nodded seriously, then pointed to his camel and said:

"Anyway, thank you so much, please take care of it!"

After saying that, Yu Le squatted down and patted the camel's head.

The camel's big, silly but gentle eyes followed Yu Le's gaze, then it lowered its head and pressed its face against Yu Le's palm.

"Thank you too," Yu Le said softly.

"You don't need to thank me. Serving you is our core principle. Also, please rest assured that I will take good care of this hoofed animal."

Compared to real animals, AIs do not exhibit any hostile emotions.

Outside the station, amidst the panic of the people.

Surprisingly, Yule boarded this VIP train; the decor wasn't extravagant, but it was very comfortable to look at!

Voices calling for the control of AI have also begun to emerge:

"Sir, you can decide the speed of this vehicle. Would you like to arrive as soon as possible to save time, or would you like to slow down and take a good look at the world?"

Yu Le initially wanted to say the former, but after thinking for a moment, he asked the AI ​​control system:

What do you recommend?

For the first time, a hint of excitement appeared in the voice controlling the AI—like a butler finally welcoming a guest:

“I highly recommend the latter; you seem unfamiliar with all of this as well. This way, you can get a good look at the world today!”

This station, this railway system, has been operating continuously.

But it doesn't have any objects that actually serve it.

And now, all of this has come back to meaning!

"That's settled then!"

"Thank you for your support. We will do our best to ensure you have a pleasant journey. Now, the VIP special train, the Albion Temporary Line, is on its way!"

"I hope you have a pleasant journey, sir!"

The special train, which made a brief stop of a few minutes, then departed Castells.

This was just a minor incident for Yule.

However, it was after he left that another high-speed train began to move at full speed toward Castel.

And when it reaches its maximum speed, it begins to shift its center of gravity.

Then it went off track and rushed into that VIP channel.

The out-of-control monster swept everything away at a perfect angle.

The explosion roared, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke, the AI ​​system confirmed that the vital signs of the witnesses had disappeared.

It stopped monitoring and began scheduling the cleaning of the machine.

This is the real closed loop!

Meanwhile, in a place lush with water and grass, a high-speed train that never stops outside of stations made an illegal stop for the first time.

And there they dropped off a special passenger—an adorably silly camel.

Chapter 67 The Glory King

When Count Castells arrived at the scene after receiving the message, all he could see was the completely closed central station.

And the ruins next to it, still emitting thick smoke, and the severely deformed front and body of the car.

Ruins or dead bodies are minor issues.

Even if the marriage fails, it doesn't matter.

The only big problem is the completely closed central station!

That was the only source of income and foothold for the Earl of Castel!

The count, whose vision blurred, was helped up to avoid fainting.

He shook his head weakly, regained his composure, and then pushed away the subordinate who was supporting him.

She looked at the man who was slumped on the ground, completely at a loss.

That is, it is his own son who caused all this bastard to exist today!

Count Castells pointed with difficulty:

"Look what you've done!"

Overwhelmed by rage, this powerful psychic was trembling as if he were on his deathbed.

The young nobleman hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying:

"Father, Father, it's not my fault, it's the divine mechanism! It's the divine mechanism that broke the sacred object you gave me! It's them, they've gone mad!"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Before he could continue speaking, the young nobleman was slapped to the ground by the count.

It was you, a playboy, who angered Shenji in the first place, and now you dare to shift the blame onto Shenji?

Do you really want to destroy the Earldom of Castells?!

After being slapped so hard that the young nobleman dared not utter a single word,

The count staggered and looked at the central station in front of him.

The gates were tightly shut, both inside and out, and all the lights that once represented the eternal prosperity of the Earldom of Castells were extinguished.

His lips trembled a few times.

He pulled out his dagger, threw it on the ground, and placed it in front of the young nobleman.

"Prove that you are my offspring, prove that you haven't disgraced Castel!"

Looking at the dagger that was still bouncing and clanging on the ground.

The young nobleman was completely dumbfounded.

What is this for? To make me commit suicide?

"Father, I am your son!"

The count looked at him with an indescribable anger and said:

"But you are also Castel's successor, this is your responsibility and mission! Now, apologize to the great divine strategist and beg for his forgiveness!"

This is no longer his son ever since he lost the crucial administrator ID card.

The young nobleman knew he couldn't escape it any longer.

He reached out, trembling, to touch the jewel-encrusted dagger.

He remembers playing with it in his hands when he was a child.

But he never imagined it would be used to end his own life.

But I'm still so young!

"Hurry up, prove yourself worthy of Castel's bloodline!"

At the count's roar, the young nobleman dropped the dagger in his hand.

He then crawled awkwardly toward the only person he could trust—his guardian knight.

He screamed and clung tightly to his knight's leg.

His face was deathly pale, and his whole body was trembling.

It was like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

This caused the knight to sigh with immense sorrow.

He then removed his face armor and drew his sword.

It was aimed at Count Castell.

"My lord, I'm sorry! I fought for my master!"

He was once a vassal of the Earl of Castells, and his family had benefited from the Earl of Castells's favor for generations.

But now, he is first and foremost the knight of the man clinging to his leg.

"Don't worry, my master, I will die before you!"

The young nobleman looked up in alarm, while the knight remained calm.

This action caused the surrounding guards to hesitate briefly before raising their weapons at him.

One man against an entire earldom—the outcome was no surprise.

A moment later, the knight fell into a pool of blood, his eyes still open beneath his visor, staring at his master.

After Count Castells himself plunged a dagger into the heart of his own son.

They finally pleased Shenji.

The lights that had been turned off were turned on one after another, and the closed hall reopened.

People knelt at the entrance of the central station with a sense of relief, praying and shouting.

May humanity be blessed.

As the knight lay dead in a pool of blood, Pandora's Evil, sharing the information, glimpsed several... intriguing streams of information.

"My esteemed sir, I think we might be able to make a small modification to the planned schedule later!"

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Magnificent, vast, sacred.

This is the only impression every Albion resident has of the Albion Palace.

Its grandeur seems not to have been built for humans, but rather for dragons or giants.

The pillars are so thick that it takes ten people to encircle them, and the dome is so high that even looking up, one can hardly see its top. Walking among them, one feels as small as sand blown in by the wind.

Sunlight streamed down from the rose windows, hundreds of meters above, falling on the ancient statues that stood silently behind the colonnades.

That sense of sacredness is beyond words.

Because this palace itself is a sacred object that has been sleeping for millions of years, the walls are imbued with the will left behind by humans in ancient times, and the dome is engraved with proverbs that no one can decipher anymore.

As Serena Windsor walked through it, each visit made her acutely aware of her own insignificance.

And the magnificence of that once great civilization.

But today, that feeling is especially strong.

She didn't quite understand why.

All I could do was suppress all my chaotic thoughts and look ahead.

Finally, she knelt on one knee at the heart of the palace—on the throne atop a series of high platforms.

Or rather, the remains that stubbornly cling to the throne.

The king, noticing her arrival, struggled to lift his head.

His body was pitch black and withered, like ashes burned round and round by flames.

He is the Lord of Albion, one of the Golden Bloodlines, the ruler of authority and gold—

King of Glory!

The Glory King, draped in the shroud of the holy remains, looked down at the knights and said:

"The dragons attacked you, everyone died, including Jules Robespierre, who was suspected of having the golden bloodline? The one you thought could become my daughter's husband and inherit my throne?"