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"Okay, that doesn't sound very sci-fi, maybe it should be made into a game."

Prince Eugen looked at Bismarck and motioned for her to continue.

"Second, we will provide 20 ship embryos. After they grow up, the weakest ship will be stronger than all the Iron Blood ships, which will be enough to give the Iron Blood an absolute advantage in tactics."

"It sounds like space opera. Hmm, ships with Siren technology seem prone to traitors. What are the conditions for those sea monsters?"

Bismarck paused and said, "After serving in Iron Blood for twenty years, the four strongest ships will help the Siren conduct an experiment. I don't know what it is exactly, but it's definitely not a good thing. For example, they will carry the Iron Blood logo on their bodies and run to the core area of ​​the White Eagle to open a Siren portal or something like that."

She pressed her temples, her eyes filled with fatigue that came from the bottom of her heart.

"So you chose the second one? You got twenty Frederick the Great?"

Prince Eugen said in a heavy tone.

Twenty Iron Blood ships processed with Siren technology, if they go crazy, the blame will be all on Iron Blood. The elimination of the first one is also very suspicious. Both options are not good. It is really as Bismarck said, only slightly better than the inhuman Azur Lane.

"No, I chose the third option, which is similar to the Coke promotion. It's a bundled package of a large Coke and a large orange juice, and then a small Coke tied to the orange juice. It is said that this sales method is very popular in the East."

Bismarck told a bad joke, and Prince Eugen was in no mood to laugh.

"So, that decisive battle plan lab?"

"That's right. I took one-tenth of both the AB packages, and then built an underground laboratory. I transmitted the data to the outside world under the pretext of the laboratory's research results. The effect was as I expected. The guys in Azur Lane were fooled and thought that we had at least three giant laboratories with remarkable results. We even attracted a lot of outstanding research talents, which really contributed to the science and technology of Iron Blood. The progress was controlled by Peter, and she was in charge of [Frederick the Great]..."

Bismarck's voice was a little soft, but Prince Eugen could still hear her distrust of Frederick the Great. Bismarck would never use such a cold word as "guard" to describe his partner.

"Any questions about Frederick the Great?"

"No problem, it's just that her birth was a little close to the time when the creditors demanded the money, so I asked Peter to take care of her and freeze her in a temperature close to absolute zero to delay her birth. I wanted to buy more time so that we could be more fully prepared. But she is a product of the Siren... She actually adapted to the extreme cold and evolved low-temperature resistance in her larval state. She quickly recovered her vitality. I also hinted to Prince Albert to let her ship try to secretly absorb Frederick the Great's nutrient solution to delay time, but I didn't expect that I couldn't stop her recovery."

Bismarck spoke calmly, and was even in the mood to chuckle at Prince Eugen.

"The Sirens have urged us several times, and this time we actually changed to a new character. Maybe the Sirens have also made some changes."

"Then you should have told me that night... No, with your personality, you would only tell me when it is necessary."

Prince Eugen bit his lip and said word by word: "What do you want to do, Bismarck?"

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Bismarck said lightly, "I'm actually very curious about what the Siren's experiment is, and whether it is harmful to the Iron Blood. By the way, I'll give myself a break. Think about the bright side. Maybe the Siren will help me replace my chair with a gold one since I haven't changed it for many years?"

Prince Eugen leaned on Bismarck's desk with his hands. He couldn't help but use force and scratched several holes in the black solid wood table top.

"Then who will steer this rotten ship of Iron Blood?"

"you."

Bismarck stretched out a finger and lightly touched Prince Eugen's forehead.

"Come on, Nidaime."

Prince Eugen stood there in a daze for a while, then he turned around and faced Bismarck with his back.

"I see. What about Frederick the Great?"

"Give her time to grow up. Growth is her characteristic, just like humans grow from infancy to adulthood. During this period, creativity and learning ability are the best stages of life. Frederick the Great will grow up over time. She is just a tender baby now, but after a while, she will quickly surpass us, just like a child becomes stronger in muscles and reaction when he grows up. This is her characteristic, the characteristic of growth."

For the first time, there was a hint of regret in Bismarck's voice.

"We are born strong, but it is difficult for us to make fundamental evolutions. The research and development of new equipment often takes a long time. Just look at how long it has been since we updated our ship equipment."

Prince Eugen remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Then I'll go down and rest first."

"I'll grant you three months of leave. Have a good rest."

Bismarck waved his hand and readily gave her a long vacation.

Prince Eugen silently opened the door and left, and the office fell into deathly silence again.

Bismarck poured himself some coffee and raised the cup slightly. Outside the window was the dim sun. Dusk was approaching, casting a sense of decadence over the entire Chancellery.

"Come on, old man."

Prince Eugen walked silently down the corridor and returned to her dormitory. The test results of the hair were already on her personal computer.

[What a magical discovery, Prince Eugen!

I am sure that this is Count Zeppelin, but the strength of the cells is completely different. Even a rough comparison can show that the owner of this sample is at least twice as strong as Count Zeppelin. At the same time, it has more growth and activity, and can detect the power of the Rubik's Cube flowing in it. Is this really a flesh and blood body?

It's like a living energy body, but no one can combine energy and biomass so perfectly. Although I know this is against the rules, I still want to ask, where did this sample come from?

……………]

Prince Eugen stared at the scientific research report for a long time. She pressed her temples and remained silent for a long time.

Possessing growth potential... larval stage...

Is this a new direction, or is the entire port area just a testing ground for the Siren?

Or, does Iron Blood also have a chance to obtain this technology?

Prince Eugen slowly clenched his fists. It was time to make a decision.

Chapter 56: YoRHa's Defection

In the world of NieR, in the steaming desert, three androids hid behind a sand pile in the shade, looking at each other, no one wanted to talk. They took off their blindfolds and turned off the pods beside them. In their blue-gray eyes, there was only the figures of their companions and the dim sky.

22b, 64b, and 8b were once combat androids in the YoRHa unit. Endless wars and broken bodies could not destroy them, but an accident made them realize a horrible fact - humans no longer existed in this world.

As a YoRHa-type android whose underlying logic is to "protect humanity", this news is far more terrifying than fighting with robots.

If there is no meaning in fighting, then isn't it a joke to fight to the death day after day for hundreds of years?

What's even more ridiculous is that even if they discovered the truth early on and wanted to tell their companions, they found that being able to fight with hope was far more joyful than being so fearful. They wanted to leave, but had nowhere to go.

This ground recapture battle was exceptionally brutal. After entering the atmosphere, the sudden attack of the laser beam was beyond everyone's expectations. With just one sweep, most of the B-type androids were killed instantly, and the internal black box was also destroyed. Information could not be uploaded, and even the androids were completely dead.

This made them determined to take advantage of the fierce battle when the base could not take care of everyone, and quietly hide in the desert, using the terrain here to avoid possible executioners who might be chasing them.

The Executioner will not destroy their cores, but continuing to fight for non-existent humans after formatting is tantamount to death.

"Captain, where should we go then?"

22b asked timidly.

Betraying YoRHa was the boldest decision she had ever made. Even now, she hadn't completely calmed down and her voice was trembling, but her hands were steady, as if she was familiar with this situation.

"We can go find our companions who also left. They have mastered the technology to block the base's tracking."

8b is the captain of this team. Her tone is calm and convincing.

"Well, I'm not worried about that. With the captain here, we will definitely be able to escape. I just don't know what to do next..."

64b’s voice contained confusion, as well as a longing for the future.

The three androids have the same face and similar body shape. They are produced according to the same template. In fact, all the androids in the YoRHa unit are the same. They worship humans and imitate humans, hoping to get closer to humans.

"What are you doing..."*3

The three of them spoke at the same time, and then there was silence again.

Thousands of meters above the ground, several reconnaissance planes were silently watching them. The three nameless people watched the live broadcast and observed from a distance.

"Which one is 2b?"

Frederick the Great looked at the three artificial humans who were basically the same except for their voices, and expressed confusion.

"Neither. The one that sounds the same as the company does."

Enterprise rolled his eyes at Wuming, then asked, "Do you remember these three?"

"YoRha is a traitor. I know him. The screams of 22b are quite nice to hear."

Even Frederick the Great couldn't hold back now.

"Is your criterion for distinguishing a person by his voice?"

"Well, there's also their appearance, but these three look very similar, so we can only tell them apart by their voices."

Wuming scratched his head. He knew that Enterprise didn't like to play memes, but judging from these three, the real 2b probably looked similar to them.

Enterprises sighed and despaired of a world that was too lazy to model each one individually.

"Then let's go over there and see if we can get some information outside of the game."

These three are small monsters that appeared in the side story of the game. They are small fry and have also cut off contact with the space base. They are the type that are easy to attack.

The three of them had an idea. Frederick the Great patted Longlong, who roared silently and turned into a square cotton blackboard, floating above the sand.

After the three people sat on it, the blackboard accelerated steadily and soon reached the position of the three androids.

The three of them were still pondering the meaning of life.

Wuming looked at the blackboard for several minutes, and when he saw that they were still silent, he simply said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Eh eh eh eh?"

22b was startled by the sudden sound. He stood up swiftly, flipped in the air, and retreated steadily behind the crowd, with half of his head sticking out from behind 8b.

The other two finally reacted, and 64b complained: "We are warriors specialized in close combat, what are you thinking of hiding behind us?"

"Hey, I'm a little scared..."

8b pulled out the floating Nodachi from behind and held it tightly with both hands.

"who are you."

"Relax, I mean no harm to you."

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Wuming spread out his hands to indicate that he was not dangerous.

8b looked at the three uninvited guests, his brows furrowed more and more, and finally he simply asked out loud.

"What type of android are you? I haven't seen it in the information."

The tentative signal connection did not respond, and there was no conclusion after observation. The model could not be identified at all. The bust of the two women was far larger than the average of the YoRHa unit, and their appearance was also different. They were definitely not the type of any android that had been seen so far.

"Um, is there a possibility..."

Wuming shrugged.

"We are human beings."

The never-ending strong wind around them suddenly calmed down, and the expressions of the three androids all showed a hint of annoyance.

"That's enough. You are E-type executioners, right? If you want to fight, just do it directly. Don't use these boring tricks to trick us! Humanity would have perished long ago!"

Wuming sighed.

"Negotiations broke down?"

Frederick the Great stretched her neck and reached her hand into the blackboard. This solid and soft object changed as rapidly as liquid in her hands.

She raised her arm and pulled out a long black whip from the blackboard. Every joint of the whip flashed an ominous red light. Frederick the Great flicked his wrist, and dark red electricity quickly boiled up on the braid.

"Why don't you want to believe the truth, dear? Do bad children have to be taught to be obedient after being punished?"

She smiled and watched the three androids, like animal trainers in a circus preparing for a performance.

"Why didn't you say this earlier? Why bother pretending to be human? We already know the truth, so stop deceiving yourself!"

8b said expressionlessly. The two people behind him clenched their weapons at the same time. One had a nervous expression, and the other had a frivolous look. The desert was vast, and they couldn't hide in black clothes. In this case, they might as well fight!

"Be gentle."

"Of course, these are our port's property. I will take good care of them."

The conversation taking place not far from each other could not be hidden from the three people. They all had angry expressions on their faces. 64b winked at 22b, asking her to pay attention to the changes in the wind and sand to see if she could find an opportunity for a sneak attack.

Contrary to their appearance, even the newest batch of androids have been participating in battles for nearly a century. They are well versed in all kinds of tactical responses and will fight hard even if they know the chances are slim.

"naughty."

Frederick the Great tilted his head, and the long whip in his hand made a sharp whistling sound in the air. The three of them only saw a flash before their eyes, and a red whip of light with a burning breath rushed towards them. The speed was too fast and they could not react in time, but 8b had encountered such high-speed enemies before. She tried her best to raise her sword to block, but she only felt her hand lighten, and the sword blade melted in the middle. The whip of light passed through her obstruction and hit 64b heavily. The latter was smashed into the sand pile with a scream.

"This kind of performance... How is it possible..."

8b looked pale, holding the broken knife in one hand. Compared with failure, she was more concerned about the power of Frederick the Great. With such performance, they would never be able to escape.

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