Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"Father means that it's enough to understand your attitude towards Longmen and the infected people—it's not a good thing to get too involved with a giant enterprise, this is just my personal curiosity."

"The Zarak people are naturally wary and curious..."

Perika nodded.

"Then may I first ask Ms. Lin about your current evaluation of the end industry?"

"Mysterious existence, but temporarily harmless, can provide many people in the slums with an opportunity to live a decent life, but it is still an existence that needs attention. You are not much worse than Longmen."

"A giant corporation that builds and controls a mobile city—this name is only used to describe you on Terra, Ms. Perika."

"Hmm...a fairly average evaluation..."

"So, can you tell me why the end needs to recruit a large number of employees?"

"Between caution and curiosity, curiosity has the upper hand, Miss Lin?"

Li Boli showed a playful smile.

"No, it's vigilance - I have heard that Colombian pharmaceutical companies will deliberately recruit infected people to conduct some inhumane experiments. Although the end is called an industrial company, your company seems to have presence in all walks of life Dabble."

"Ha... You can't get any answers if you ask this kind of suspicion face to face, Miss Lin."

Ms. Perika immediately showed a funny expression, seeming to be amused by the former's idea.

"I have my own judgment on whether you are lying or telling the truth."

Lin Yuxia, who watched the change in Perika's expression, was not moved by it.

"Then Miss Lin, I'm afraid you will be disappointed... For you who don't know the inside story... This is probably neither the truth nor a lie - according to the common sense of Terran people, this is probably It’s nonsense…”

"We come from an old civilization, so we don't pursue the so-called interests of secular businessmen, which is meaningless to us—what we seek is the rise of a new era, or change."

"If you can't understand the meaning of this, you can understand that I have the same existence as the immortals of Yan Kingdom, and we are indeed from the same era."

"Have you seen that the immortal who has protected you for thousands of years really asked you for anything?"

“…”

"Then this is really a lie. According to Miss Perika, I am talking to a ghost from tens of thousands of years ago?"

"Why not?"

"Then what do you hope for, Ms. Perika, or what is the purpose of establishing the Terminal Company?"

Lin Yuxia's words didn't seem to be moved by it, maybe she just felt that Li Boli in front of her was really talking nonsense to her, maybe it was because the information was too explosive, and it had already surpassed the threshold of "shock"...

"Ah...it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not...we are here for environmental protection and elimination of prejudice..."

"?"

A question mark immediately popped up on girl Zalak's head, and she was just about to write "Do you want to hear what you are talking about" written on her face.

"Origin stone pollution, in the long run, can effectively reduce the amount of source stone dust in the environment and reduce the frequency of natural disasters."

"It would be easier to eliminate prejudice... The essence of what we were discussing before was to eliminate prejudice... Ms. Lin - infected people can also provide their own value to society. They can live like ordinary people, even Live the color of your life.”

"...You should know that the immortal visited Longmen today, right?"

"If Miss Lin is willing, I can help... No, I will bring you a red kite chicken from His Excellency Hua... It is the white and red fat chicken. You should have seen or know about it ?”

Perika shrugged and gave a playful smile.

“…”

Lin Yuxia fell into silence again.

"Let me confirm for the last time...are you serious?"

"Forget it, facts speak louder than words—it's fine to sit anyway, so I'll take Miss Lin to pick one up right now."

"...??!"

The Zarak girl, who was held back, showed a shocked expression——

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait...wait a minute—you are disrespectful to the immortal!"

"Laughing, I played mahjong with her back then, and she didn't even say anything to her four times - what's the matter with a chicken today, little girl, come here!"

Chapter 243 The Armada of the Joint Council is not here to show you___

Iberia Inquisition Headquarters

[I want to sing praises to you through the eternal night——

Whether you are in the endless starry sky or the vast land.

Look at the thousands of guards of honor, glory is the innate destiny,

Those rampant ants will surely surrender to your sighs of compassion. 】

"Um... what are you humming, Ms. Cabot?"

Picking up and cutting the deformed body blocking the road with a lance—Gloretia, who sprinkled black blood on the street, looked at Cabot beside her in confusion...

This is a very familiar team. To be precise, the members of the team are all acquaintances—that seems a bit, how to say...?The arrogant little judge Li Boli, the punitive army squad that abides by their duties is also the one who goes with him, and his own number one uncle, Cabot.

Gladia, who was fortunate enough to communicate with the gentle pink-haired lady Ishmael, finally got the full name of the woman in black.

——The Vengeful Spirit Cabot

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It is said that in the past, old human ships were sometimes equipped with this kind of super AI with strong artificial intelligence, whether it was a warship or a civilian ship; and this was often decided by the builder or owner of the ship.

This kind of existence called "Shipboard Self-discipline AI" or nicknamed "Ship Girl" has been welcomed by a large number of officers and civilians since its birth...

However, according to Ms. Ishmael, the first ship girls were only popular in the civilian field and some security companies, and did not appear in the regular fleets of the Forerunners - because a certain consul in charge of military affairs did not appear at the beginning. "Recognize" this existence.

"In her own words.... "This is the Armada of the United Council - not here to shop for you!"Even if I'm exhausted as the captain, I wouldn't want this kind of thing! "

"Uh, but Miss Cabot seems to call herself a ship girl... and it's a warship, right? So what happened next?"

At that time, Gloria looked puzzled at Cabot with a cold face, and then at Ishmael who was chatting with her.

The lady with off-white hair and cyan eyes was wrapped tightly in black clothes. Gladia couldn't detect any aura of astringency or provocation at all, but she could taste a bit of being covered up. The chilling feeling that still flowed out was truly chilling.

"What happened... Well, it can be summed up in two words..."

"Two words?"

"Smells..."

"Uh... I don't think it smells good at all?"

Looking at the actual example of aloofness next to her, the corners of Gladia's mouth twitched, as if she didn't believe it.

"The consul just suddenly realized that some trivial fleet affairs and combat orders that often bother her don't need to be issued and processed by herself, but can be left to the ship's mother to solve, and she can be lazy."

"And as a shipboard AI, sometimes it can detect something wrong faster than the crew; and how should I put it.... In the evaluation given by the grand consul who finally approved the installation funds, there is a sentence "It's really eye-catching "."

"All in all, this project was passed, and finally went through a version update for a long time...For example, the difference between the Miss Cabot by your side and the original shipboard AI is actually quite big."

Ishmel paused for a moment, as if he had deliberately held a barrier to wait for Gloria's questioning.

"Uh, what's the difference?"

Gloria naturally couldn't bear her curiosity, and asked——

"Well, from the perspective of military use, the Spirit of Vengeance can be used as the general flagship of an unmanned autonomous fleet to complete independent combat missions of all large fleets, without the need for any personnel to assist the command, ah, of course this is not the point. ..”

"The key point is that if the old model of [ship girl] is just an additional control system mounted on the battleship, the so-called ship girl image is a 2D rendering generated based on the surplus computing power, or a vertical rendering with Liv2d effect, which is more advanced Maybe a 3D virtual projection? If you could take the system off the ship at any time..."

"Then an existence like Lord Cabot is the "warship itself". The human form you see is like a "mental model". Every breath, walk, and battle also represents the battleship of the Vengeful Spirit." The engines and weapons are roaring, and violent energy is rushing through the body along the blood vessels (energy channels)."

"...I can simply understand that Ms. Cabot thinks that she can use a humanoid body at any time to run at the speed of a battleship and wield the same level of engine power. Boxing?"

After carefully digesting the information revealed by the pink-haired woman in front of her chatting with her, the corners of Gloria's mouth twitched——

"That's right...you can understand it that way."

"Then I have to thank her for not cutting me into tuna pies when we first met..."

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An arrow was pinched in front of Gladia's eyes. If the owner of that hand was willing, he could pierce the former's eyeball with just a little hand——

"Being distracted in close combat... is courageous."

Starting from the white gloves and tracing the black sleeves along her arms, Gladia looked at the pair of cyan eyes, which seemed to contain confusion and impatience...

Cabot threw the arrow aside casually, and after piercing a row of infected and twisted humanoid creatures, Cabot glanced at the white-haired woman in front of him——

"I'm starting to wonder what you were thinking about just now... What are you eating tonight?"

"..."

"I said, I was thinking of you... Ms. Cabot, do you believe it..."

Gloria, who brought her attention back to the battlefield again, wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, and explained the reason for her distraction to the unsmiling ship girl next to her with a stiff expression...

"Think I didn't chop your foot into tuna salad? That's really good enough to think about—do you think you'd be better suited to salad dressing or tomato sauce?"

"Ahem... Hey, hey! You two! One of you is fine, don't just talk about love words you don't know where to learn on the battlefield, you are dead! Don't make such a serious reply...it's a little scary, okay? ? There are already horrors around!"

Just when Gloria didn't know how to answer this rhetorical question, the little Iberian judge stepped in and relieved herself...

"In short, we will soon reach the position of the central command creature. Pay attention to the members of the deep sea that we may encounter. They may sneak in among these walking dead and attack us."

"So, you two are going to quarrel and go to bed to quarrel after you rest at night...!"

"...?"

Obviously, they misunderstood the relationship between the two. The little Iberian judge named Alini used only one sentence to overload the processors of Gloria and Miss Cabot at the same time...

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"Leaving aside how much thought you took to say your misleading words... Ms. Cabot, are you going to continue watching the show all the way?"

Gladia, who nodded to the little judge Elini to express her understanding, turned to look at the woman in black next to her, and she seemed to want to finish the fight and go back early...

"Ms. Ishmael has entrusted you to help us deal with the command center here...?"

"So the Bastion combat droid has emptied the three-magazine assault gun."

And Gloria's response was a bit bland... and the [beep~beep~] sound, it probably sounded like some kind of language, but she probably couldn't understand it——

It was coming from a tall battle robot, and she was not some gear kid wearing a red robe and holding a mechanical axe.

But it seems that it means to ask its owner for ammunition and new ammunition... Watching Cabot take out a box of ammunition from an unknown folding space and hand it to the big Geletia and Ellie Ni boldly guessed.

"The current attrition rate of the team is 0, the progress of the planned route is 98%, and the number of effective enemy targets annihilated is 776 - if you think this behavior is called watching a show, I will throw you out to another street 500 meters away right now. Experience the "happiness" of not being around."

"Uh...I'm just saying... Seriously, Ms. Cabot, why don't you really stay still...Is it a drone or a combat robot?"

Gloria, who heard that she was going to cross herself, immediately shook her head knowingly, and then sent out an invitation to move her body.

"Ms. Ishmael the Merciful has already explained my identity to you very clearly—Gloretia, do you think your invitation is very humorous?"

Cabot raised his eyebrows unmoved.

"Ahem, we don't need main guns and secondary guns. We also have anti-aircraft guns...for defense or something? Anti-aircraft guns can hit infantry or something like that. Isn't that what ancient literature says?"

Gladia looked at Cabot with a slightly guessing expression.

"It seems that your records of the old humans are pretty good...at least you know the concept of anti-aircraft weapons in this era when military combat spacecraft are basically zero—"

"But I hope your textbook also explains what kind of anti-aircraft weapons we use, Ms. Gladia-"

Cabot, who stuffed the ammunition needed by the fortress robot into its stored ammunition depot, looked at Gloria and curled his lips.

"Uh... what kind of weapon is it? It's about the same as that robot, or a machine gun a few sizes bigger?"

"Stereobomb...or repulsive field pulse generator."

"What is that...?"

Ai Lini, the little judge who was watching, tilted her head in confusion....

"If a black hole attracts and tears surrounding matter toward its center... the repulsive force field has the exact opposite effect."

"Uh... I can understand it as... taking pictures...?"

"To put it simply, yes—and it's shot at 360 degrees without dead ends. Even with the smallest level of effort on this ship, your autopsy report is a problem for the forensic doctor."