On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

Perhaps the amount of calculation behind this action is so large that even when Liao Ji comes online and comes looking for them, they may still be analyzing this action.

Unfortunately, only about an hour and a half after Liao Ji left, a communication was sent into Control One's system.

This is not a communication from the base.

Following Liao Ji's orders before leaving, Control One did not connect to the base network.

But in addition to base communications, there is another type of regional temporary communications.

This type of communication is typically sent to the area where other servant units encounter a turbulent surge far exceeding their own capabilities.

The Turbulent Tide is a manifestation of Zero Dream's expansion; each expansion takes the form of a monster tidal wave.

Upon receiving such a communication, the servant units must immediately rush to the area and do their utmost to weaken the Turbid Tide, thereby slowing down the expansion of the Illusionary Dream.

This has always been their mission.

"All personnel enter combat preparation. Speed: Advance four. Enemy coordinates: D-21. Enemy size: "

"A calamity of the highest order."

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(Sorry, I can't finish writing this part of the story today, there's still one more chapter to go, but don't worry, it's not angsty, it's even a little sweet.)

Chapter 220 Hunting

After the order to advance was given, the forty-nine fighter jets immediately leaned slightly forward, the mechanical gears on their backs turned rapidly, and the internal parts were reconstructed, extending outwards to form the shadows of wings.

The usual sentry patrol pattern is "Forward Two," which represents a pair of wings on its back. However, the "Forward Four" command from Control One now allows the fighter jets to devote more computing power to the "wings."

Finally, two pairs of four-winged servants, resembling "mechanical angels," took to the air. Propelled by the powerful thrust of their double mechanical wings, they whistled through the wilderness, forming a neat flight formation and rapidly heading towards the signal coordinates.

D-21 wasn't far from them; a quarter of an hour later, Control One led the troops to the coordinates.

The terrain here is no longer a barren plain, but a vast canyon with many strangely shaped rocks on the steep mountain walls.

Looking further into the gorge, one sees turbid creatures gathering like a rolling black tide.

“战场信息扫描完毕.犬级浊物301头.蛇级浊物107头.象级浊物15头.蛟级浊物0头.其他生物信号31个.”

"Updated intelligence: The 'Calamity-level' Calamity Tide has been changed to the 'Disaster-level' Calamity Tide."

"Remaining computing power... 56% in terrain analysis. Calculating the optimal battle plan. Completed."

Upon arriving at the battlefield, Control One, with a large amount of information flashing through his blindfold, was summarizing and comparing the intelligence gathered by other combat units before finally issuing orders.

The classification of monsters into "dog, snake, elephant, and dragon" is based on their physical appearance. In the Turbid Monster system, the larger the size, the higher the monster's rank.

The strange tides in the canyon below seem numerous, but after a battlefield scan, it turns out that most of them are only slightly larger than ordinary wolfhounds and semi-erect monstrous snakes. As for the truly high-end combat power, the number of threatening monstrous elephants several meters tall is not large.

In addition, the canyon's long and narrow terrain creates the illusion of a massive monster tide. If it were spread out on the wilderness, it would be at most a disaster level, far from reaching the level of calamity.

"Electromagnetic Railgun - Energy Storage Array"

Although it had only just arrived on the battlefield, Control One had already processed the information instantly, putting the machine servants into combat readiness.

The combat method of intelligent machine life is construction, and "construction" consists of two basic components: one is the "canon" that stores blueprints, and the other is the "computing power" that realizes the construction.

Like the Calamities, the ranks of the "Civilization" are divided into constant, dangerous, and calamity. The higher the rank, the more powerful the stored blueprints. Similarly, the "computing power" required to realize the "Civilization" is also more enormous and grows exponentially, eventually becoming an astronomical figure.

A single servant has very little computing power, so to achieve a powerful system, it is usually necessary to "combine" and accumulate the computing power of individual units. Of course, the accumulation is not unlimited, because all the accumulated computing power needs a "core" to guide it. Usually, this core is a "control machine". The strength of the control machine determines the upper limit of the accumulated computing power.

The "Disaster Cannon" used to fight the witch was probably the limit of Control One, consisting of forty-nine machine servants forming an array to accumulate computing power, but the current "Crisis Electromagnetic Cannon" is obviously easier.

Four servants formed a group, and the muzzles of the twelve "electromagnetic cannons" began to crackle with electricity. The next second, a white lightning bolt as thick as a bucket struck down from the sky, its target the fifteen elephant-sized turbid creatures.

The electromagnetic cannon's lightning bolts pierced through these giant elephants, instantly killing all twelve upon first sight.

Before the monstrous tide of turbidity could react, three more electromagnetic cannons finished charging and flashed with daylight light once more, roasting the remaining three colossal turbidity elephants into charcoal within the cannons.

"Decapitation strike complete. Current computing power remaining: 19%. Enemy threat analysis: In progress. Revision of operational plan."

"All combat units, deactivate energy array, enter Valkyrie mode, and execute the cleanup procedure."

Under the command of Control One, all the aircraft floating in the sky rapidly plummeted downwards.

Their wings retracted rapidly, replaced by beam-based thermal weapons in their hands. Using the momentum of their downward dive, the servants plunged into the horde of monsters, bringing the battle back to close combat.

at the same time.

On the other side of the battlefield, on the steep cliffs of the canyon.

The initial scan intelligence from Control One already showed that, in addition to the Turbid Monsters, there were 31 other biological signals on the battlefield.

These signals are precisely what these outsiders are hiding behind the cliffs and rocks.

The "black flame" tattoos on their arms and backs clearly indicate they are not programmed lifeforms within the dream world, but rather illegal dream intruders from reality, like the "Salvation Society." However, neither their tattoos nor their current equipment and demeanor suggest they belong to any company; rather, they seem more like...

Gangs.

"Boss, do you think these mechs are stupid? They can fight in the air, so why do they insist on going down to fight the monster hand-to-hand?"

"Is that even a question, you idiot! Because these machine servants' goal is to kill the Turbid Evil monsters. They don't care about casualties like we do. They only want to consume the monsters to the maximum extent possible."

After being scolded by his boss, the underling looked down at the battle in the canyon below and found that it was indeed the case. It was clear that after the long-range electromagnetic cannon attack, these machine servants had little computing power left and could no longer construct any long-range area-of-effect weapons.

Therefore, while floating in the sky is safe, it also has limited killing power against the monsters below. However, now, although these servants are deeply trapped in the monster horde and have suffered casualties, in contrast, just as the name of the servants' "Valkyrie" mode suggests, they are like meat grinders, returning ten times the casualties to the monsters below.

Watching the mech servants fighting the monstrous monsters with reckless abandon, this new member of the gang hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Boss, did we do something wrong? I have a feeling..."

"Feeling what? Guilt? Have you lost your mind? They are machine servants, mechanical life forms. Even if those monsters tear them apart, they won't really die. At most, they'll be remade and will be lively and energetic again in no time!"

"Instead of wasting your time, you'd be better off keeping an eye on the weapons of those mech servants so we can reclaim a few more later! These weapons are commonplace and can be manufactured indefinitely by the mech servants, but for us, they're a goldmine! They're the kind of money that will make those bar girls who usually look down on you fight over to sleep with you!"

The moment the mention of bar girls and money was mentioned, the gangster, who had just been wavering due to the brutal battle with the machine gunner, immediately had his eyes blazing with desire and no longer hesitated.

Empathy is indeed a human trait, but unfortunately, so is greed.

After reprimanding his underlings, the Blackfire Gang's steward continued to observe the battle situation in the canyon below.

In the short time it took them to speak, the original fifty machine servants were reduced to thirty-nine, while the turbid and strange tide on the other side was almost halved.

If this continues, it's unlikely that the monstrous tide will wipe out the entire mech servant force. Instead, the opposite might happen: after the entire tide is cleared out, the mech servant force might still have a dozen or so members left.

That won't do.

The Blackfire Gang deacon frowned, because he knew that if there were any spare mechs, they would collect the remains of their companions before leaving, along with the mech weapons that the gangs wanted. Wouldn't that mean that this "hunting" operation was a waste of time?

No!

We need to quickly increase the strength of some of the monsters from the Turbid Calamity!

Upon realizing this, the butler immediately took out a skull that emitted an eerie red light from his robes.

This skull image is not the first time it has appeared.

It used the same evil artifact as the gnoll who triggered the "blood sacrifice" of the entire city in the Sealed City—an item of calamity from the "Ancient Alliance."

The Blackfire Gang's deacon was also a Calamity user. He began to inject his power into the skull, and immediately the red light in the skull's eye sockets intensified. Correspondingly, the Calamity monsters below the canyon roared and howled, becoming even more ferocious and brutal. For a moment, they actually suppressed the machine servants, causing the machine servants' injuries to increase sharply.

Even so, the Blackfire Gang's deacon still seemed uneasy.

After all, this operation was of great importance to the leader. He spent a lot of money to buy this thing from the Old Alliance and lure out the machine servants, all in preparation for a certain "big plan" of the Blackfire Gang in a few days. So there could be no mistakes.

The strength of this lured servant unit was somewhat beyond his expectations, especially the servant that served as the "control unit." Under its command, even the berserk monsters were only initially suppressed, but now they seemed to be about to turn the tide.

Fortunately, the Blackfire Gang's deacon was prepared. He waved his hand, and an elite sniper specially selected from the gang nodded and took his position. Moreover, the weapon in the sniper's hand was not ordinary. Judging from its futuristic design, it was a servant weapon. It was clear that this was not the first time they had stolen servant weapons, but this time they had pulled off a big one.

The dark muzzle of the sniper rifle was aimed at Control Point One. As the sniper pulled the trigger on the high cliff, the high-powered armor-piercing sniper bullet turned into a blue beam of light and instantly pierced through Control Point One.

"Target hit confirmed."

The sniper said coldly, while Control Number One on the battlefield was kneeling on the ground. Her clothes and bionic skin had been burned away by the friction and high temperature when the sniper bullet penetrated her left chest, revealing the various circuits and circuit boards inside that were cracking from the electrical sparks.

Chapter 221 Data of the Heart

Three or four monstrous dogs charged at us, their ferocity amplified, making them even uglier and more ferocious. Their gaping maws and sharp teeth were coated with corrosive slime.

Even with a large hole pierced through his chest, Control One, kneeling on the ground, still struggled to swing his other arm, trying to continue fighting the enemy.

However, a second blue beam of sniper rifle shot down from the cliff, destroying the other half of Control One's arm.

Completely powerless to resist, Control No. 1 was torn apart at the waist by the turbid hound, and then sharp spikes from the turbid snake pierced her chest. Control No. 1 was overwhelmed by the monster and bitten in half at the waist, leaving only her upper body lying on the ground.

Seeing that Control One had lost its fighting ability, the Turbid Monster gave up and, stepping on the wreckage of Control One, continued to attack the other servants.

Without Control One, even if the servant force had a new commander, they would soon be shot down by snipers on the cliff. In just a few minutes, fifty servants were completely reduced to wreckage by the sharp teeth and claws of the Turbid Monster.

The Blackfire Gang deacon on the cliff finally nodded in satisfaction. Then, he manipulated the skull in his hand again, and the turbid monsters turned into red mist and began to dissipate, eventually returning to the skull.

However, looking at the skull's color again, the red light on it is much dimmer than before, which means it must have consumed a lot of energy.

"Quickly, get to the recovery operation!"

At the steward's command, the thirty-odd Blackfire Gang members who had been waiting on the cliff immediately descended using ropes. Their eyes were filled with greed and excitement as they looked at the wreckage of the machine servants as if they were looking at gold lying everywhere.

Many of the members appeared to be engineers, using various prepared tools to cut through the wreckage of the machine gun. Judging from their movements, this was clearly not their first time, and they were already quite skilled at it.

One weapon part after another was retrieved and recycled from the wreckage by the Blackfire Gang members. Looking at the increasingly full tactical backpack, which was filled with machine weapons, the butler smiled happily. This job was a success, and he could probably become the deputy leader in the gang later.

The question is, what exactly is the "grand plan" that the leader suddenly wants so many weapons for? Even he only has a vague idea, but it seems to be about fighting against a certain company.

Just as the butler was still dreaming of promotion and wealth, a sudden cry of alarm came from the Blackfire Gang member at the far end. It was the same underling who had shown pity for the machine servant earlier, and he was now frantically shouting at the butler.

"Boss, put it away! Quickly put that gadget away!"

Should we put the props away?

The steward quickly realized why the underling had asked that question. Before the underling, who had only run halfway there, could say anything more, a sharp barb shot out from behind him, piercing his chest and leaving a large patch of blood.

He stared resentfully at the barb embedded in his chest—the tail sting of a serpent, along with the weapon parts he had carried with him even in his escape, so full of things he couldn't bear to part with. In the end, his body, like the remains of those machine servants, fell to the ground.

This sudden change immediately caused panic and chaos within the Blackfire Gang, as they discovered that the Turbid Monster had reappeared from the other side of the canyon.

"Boss, hurry up! Turn off your gadgets!"

Many Blackfire Gang members shouted at the deacon, believing that the monstrous creatures that had appeared were summoned by the deacon's tools, just like the ones before.

But only the deacon himself was sweating profusely, his hand gripping the skull trembling more and more. He was certain that this "ancient relic" was not functioning, which could only mean that this was a real strange tide within the Zero Dream.

And at such times, the only thing that could save them was often the machine servants, but clearly, they had already extinguished that hope with their own hands.