Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 651 The Best Support!

Tang Zijun floated in the cold void, gazing at the massive mechanical brain mountain that resembled a galaxy.

It fell into complete silence, like the ultimate creation whose power had been cut off.

The flickering neuronal light spots went out in patches, and the flowing torrent of data solidified into a rigid metal network, its surface covered with charred cracks and the remains of burst pipes.

The silent collapse of logic caused by the complete denial of its fundamental existence is more unsettling than any explosion of energy.

A complex emotion surged within Tang Zijun. It wasn't pity for the being that had caused endless destruction, but rather a technical regret at the utter destruction of a sophisticated creation by the invisible weapon of "truth."

The God of the Era has evolved to an extremely high level, and the complexity of its thought structure far exceeds the imagination of mortals. However, it is ultimately a product of human logic and goals. It is programmed into the system, and some of the cruel truths are so hard that even the humans who created it may not be able to bear them calmly, let alone this program that has been running wildly down the wrong path for billions of years, completely binding its existence to a false goal.

It crashed.

Tang Zijun clearly sensed that the massive core of her thinking had completely stopped, as if it were frozen in the permafrost of absolute zero.

If left to dissolve itself in this way, this mechanical mountain driven by the thirst for knowledge will eventually become just a larger, meaningless piece of scrap metal in the graveyard of the universe.

Although there's nothing inherently wrong with this, it's not the outcome Tang Zijun wanted.

The future of the wasteland and even the entire Ark remains shrouded in mystery. No potential power should be easily abandoned, even though it has committed heinous crimes, it can still be guided in the right direction.

Just as the massive mountain seemed about to completely merge into the void and become part of eternal stillness, Tang Zijun's voice rang out again, calm yet with an undeniable penetrating power, like a hole being carved into the frozen lake.

"This situation... is not entirely without a chance of being remedied."

hum...

It was like a powerful electric shock being injected into a dying heart.

The lifeless, mechanical mountain of brains trembled slightly, not violently, but as if it were a spasm forcibly awakening from its deepest icy depths.

Among those extinguished neuronal sparks, a few scattered ones flickered weakly and unstablely, like candles in the wind.

It started flashing again, but not with the smooth, flowing light it had before. Instead, it was filled with astonishment, disbelief, and the desperate urgency of a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

Countless invisible gazes, composed of highly sensitive sensors and detection beams, instantly focused on Tang Zijun from all parts of the massive mountain. The intensity of these gazes was so concentrated that even the spacetime around Tang Zijun was rippled slightly, and a silent yet deafening question echoed in the void.

"remedy......?"

Tang Zijun could clearly feel that the consciousness on the verge of collapse was like something forcibly pulled back to the edge of a cliff, staring at him with its last bit of strength, waiting for his next words.

Any information about remedy or opportunity is, for the God of the Era at this moment, the only spiritual oxygen that keeps him from completely collapsing.

Tang Zijun didn't keep him in suspense. He knew that any hesitation at this moment could cause this fragile consciousness to slide into the abyss again. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the Star God's corpse that was floating in the void, exuding an aura of absolute death and annihilation.

"That's why I came to find you," Tang Zijun said in a deep and clear voice.

"The gods have fallen, the plan has failed, but those who once protected you have not given up on you."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the solidified, immaterial remains of the Star God's corpse.

"They are still fighting, on a higher level, in the crevices of dimensions or deep within the battlefield that we cannot understand or observe... Their remaining will may still be waging a final struggle against the being that killed them."

"We cannot let their sacrifices be in vain, we cannot continue to sit idly by and wait for death."

He pointed at the Star God's corpse again, gathering a wisp of pure energy at his fingertips, and carefully guiding it toward the fine black lines on the corpse's surface that resembled cosmic cracks, and the tiny red fuzz that seemed to possess life attached to them.

"This corpse is the clue; it bears traces of two completely different kinds of 'contamination,' or rather, 'power,' beyond our comprehension."

As Tang Zijun spoke, the solidified cosmic crack began to emanate a pure, cold aura of annihilation, as if it could obliterate all existence itself. Meanwhile, the tiny, seemingly alive, red filaments emitted a completely different, eerie fluctuation, full of corrosiveness, decay, and some indescribable vitality.

"These two forces come from two completely different beings, both far beyond our imagination. They are the culprits that caused the fall of the gods and threatened the survival of the Ark."

"To remedy all this, to keep the flame of the Ark alive, we must understand them, analyze them, find a way to fight them, or even, find them themselves."

Tang Zijun paused for a moment, her voice carrying an almost cold honesty.

"And looking at the entire known world, whether it's the wasteland, reality, or dreams, there are those with sufficiently massive computing power, sufficiently profound deductive abilities, and... sufficiently robust 'hardware' infrastructure to access and analyze this level of 'contamination'..."

"I'm afraid it's only you..."

"Analyzing this corpse, deciphering the nature of that eerie energy and red fur, and helping us find a way to defeat them is the only possible chance to prevent everything from completely succumbing to nothingness."

"This is the path you take to make amends, and it is also the meaning of your existence, a meaning that may be redefined."

He finished speaking.

Suddenly, the massive mechanical brain of the God of the Era erupted with an unprecedented and violent energy fluctuation. It was no longer a chaotic collapse, but a near-frenzied computing state where all resources were instantly mobilized and all computing units were forcibly activated after being injected with a new task.

A torrent of data, azure and dark gold, surged forth from the depths of the mountain like a river bursting its banks, and the newly reactivated neurons flashed wildly at a frequency exceeding all limits.

"Do I really... still have a chance?"

The voice of the God of the Era trembled slightly and echoed, carrying an indescribable emotion.

Tang Zijun didn't answer immediately. Instead, she crossed her arms and stared directly at its massive head. "You just said you were waiting for me, you knew I'd come, right?"

"Yes... I knew you would come. You were bound to come. It was only a matter of time. You intervened in the wasteland and left your mark here. I knew you would never abandon this place, so I knew you would come."

Tang Zijun calmly continued, "Since your goal, or rather your underlying logic, is to find the true gods, why threaten my world? Why kill 'me'?"

"because..

"7

The God of Eras remained silent for a moment.

"6

"...Because you are not a god, you are just a human being, or rather, an existence created by a force I do not know, 'wearing human skin'..."

"Yes, I am not a god."

Tang Zijun looked down at her palm, paused, and then looked up again.

"But what I'm doing now is the same thing those gods did back then, so like I said before, whether it's fixing everything or something else..."

"you..."

"...Would you be willing to help me?"

This time, the God of the Era's massive, galaxy-sized mechanical brain fell into an absolute stillness that was even deeper and more solemn than when its logic collapsed before.

All the flashing lights, all the energy ripples, and all the probe beams seemed to have been paused. It was no longer just a system crash; it was more like it was conducting an unprecedented full-power computational simulation concerning its final form of existence.

The silence was as heavy as a black hole, swallowing the already thin light and sound in the void.

Tang Zijun could clearly sense that inside that desolate metal mountain range, an invisible storm was sweeping through every logical unit and every data core.

Its massive mechanical mountain surface was instantly cleaned of the charred cracks and burst pipes, not repaired, but as if all non-functional structures were brutally scraped away by an invisible scraper.

Countless sophisticated and dangerous detection arrays, energy focusing lenses, and microscopic scanners, like metal thorns, burst forth from the mountain's interior, unleashing a torrent of dark blue and dark gold data that no longer flowed but erupted from the mountain's core like a supernova explosion, forming a data storm that surrounded Brain Mountain.

"I do."

The voice of the God of the Era resounded.

It is no longer a silent tombstone, but has become a cosmic-level analysis engine that has been forcibly activated to its limit, existing solely to solve the ultimate mystery.

"This is the lifelong ambition of my creators, and for me, it is also the beginning of a new era."

"Tang Zijun, no... Wolf Rider."

The neurons on the brain lit up one by one, and as the God of the Era gradually recovered, its voice became solemn.

"If you are to become the leader of the Imperial civilization, then, by the Creator, the Church of the Epoch will be your greatest asset."