Come and connect with me!

There was fear on the android's face.

Rush to the shelves

This book is almost useless. Although I knew the results would not be very good, I did not expect the data to be this bad. It's a failure.

Moreover, the editor told me yesterday afternoon that it would be on the shelves on Friday, and there seems to be no basic promotion. Uh, forget it, I won’t be pitiful. I will write more tonight, and I will post as much as I can tonight tomorrow. I hope you can continue to support me, and I will tell this story well. The outline of the main world including the ending is all written. I think it’s pretty good, and I hope you will keep looking forward to it. I’m going to eat, and I’ll be busy tonight.

Chapter 57: Do what the protagonist does

Novel Group 18

22b quickly turned around to look for 64b, who was struggling in the sand, and 22b immediately found her.

"How are you doing now, 64b?"

"Ahem, there's a lot of sand in my mouth, and my stomach hurts too..."

64b felt the condition of his body and spoke while coughing.

"It seems we can't leave. If it really doesn't work... we might as well just blow up our core. Our fight is meaningless. I don't want to continue living this way."

22b said with a wry smile.

"Don't give up hope! As long as we fight together, there is still a chance of escape!"

8b faced Frederick the Great and stared at her movements without blinking, but when he heard the discouraging words of his companions behind him, he also encouraged them loudly.

"Woo, Captain!"

"Everyone......"

Wuming stared with dead fish eyes, having the illusion that he had become a villain.

No, maybe it's not an illusion, intercepting the awakened androids who are pursuing freedom...

No, no, no, the protagonist 2b also did this, so there is no problem.

Frederick the Great admired the struggle of the three insects in her eyes and subconsciously licked his lips, feeling their fragile courage mixed with fear.

But at the same time, she maintained an almost cruel rationality, examining the possible escape routes of the three people from an outsider's perspective.

The desert area is not complicated, but if several people escape at the same time when the wind is strong and the sand is blowing, facing an enemy with slightly insufficient mobility, one of them might be able to slip away, but she would not make such a mistake.

"Frederick, stop teasing them."

Wuming spoke.

Is this guy really not here to hunt us down?

A faint hope rose in the hearts of the three androids.

"Catch them immediately."

Wuming said the second sentence.

The three androids were startled at the same time.

"Look, my dear is urging me, can you guys be a little more obedient so I can save some energy?"

The three androids said nothing, but stood together, supporting each other, and expressed their will stubbornly.

Frederick the Great raised the corners of his lips. Compared to a docile lamb, she preferred a cat that would occasionally raise its paw.

"it's a pity."

She made a summary. The sun was scorching in the sky, and the temperature made passers-by here feel scorching. Wuming's back had already begun to sweat. He couldn't be allowed to wait too long.

Frederick the Great swung the whip again, and this time it seemed that the power of love made the three androids upgrade on the spot. The force of this whip was no less than the first time, but it did not have the same effect. As soon as the whistling whip shadow reached the androids, Captain 8b gritted her teeth and squatted down, letting 64b and 22b open their hands at the same time, jump high, and hold the whip in mid-air. She took advantage of the momentum to roll forward and crash into Frederick the Great's arms, one hand holding the broken knife across her neck.

"Now that I have caught you, release your weapons and let my companions go!"

Frederick the Great looked calm and praised with a smile: "What a wonderful struggle, you are really interesting children... except that you are a little naive."

"Wha, what?"

8b asked doubtfully.

Frederick the Great was extremely tall, and the YoRHa troops were generally 165-170+ cm tall, which was not an advantage at all. There were also spherical obstacles blocking the way, so she had to look up to see Frederick the Great's face.

She is smiling.

"To put it simply, I've caught you."

Before he finished speaking, a scream came from behind 8b.

22b and 64b floated up in a panic, and the long whip quickly decomposed, and a large amount of red light bands burst out from the whip, which tied them up tightly, and their ankles, knees, waists and abdomens were tightly tied. With their hands behind their backs, Wuming took a look and saw that they were probably just puffing out their chests, which seemed like a good move. It didn't look good.

The next second, 8b felt her neck tighten, her feet suddenly floated, and she was lifted up without force. Her throat seemed to be clamped by a vise, and air could not enter her lungs. Her strength was drained away. Her hands dropped weakly, but she still tightly grasped the broken knife. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked at Frederick the Great stubbornly.

Frederick the Great raised his left arm, glanced at 8b's expression, grinned, and threw it in the direction of the other two. The long whip produced a red light band again, tying up all three of them.

Then she threw the whip at the blackboard under Wuming, and the three androids dragged themselves neatly across the sand onto the blackboard, twisting and turning like caterpillars and refusing to stop.

"Dear, don't worry about this little thing for now. Let's find a cool place quickly. It seems that the effect of the upgrade has not yet covered the temperature adaptation."

"It's mainly because the temperature here is high and the air circulation is poor. It's too hot and stuffy."

Wuming moved his body uncomfortably. This damn place was definitely not a place for humans to stay.

Frederick the Great knocked on the blackboard, and the blackboard immediately turned and flew towards the forest. At the same time, several channels were formed at the front. The hot wind blowing in the face was decomposed into cool wind, and the temperature on the blackboard dropped sharply.

When the three androids heard that they were going to the forest, they twisted even more violently.

"I don't want to go back....Ugh!"

64b shouted halfway when a ball appeared in his mouth.

"Be quiet. The hot weather and the noise will affect my dear's mood."

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64b moaned, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Coupled with the unique shape of her tied body, Wuming simply closed his eyes and drank the cold drink quietly.

"You, your body, why do you use such an ancient way to dissipate heat?"

Although 8b also felt a little uncomfortable in his body, he remained calm and observed Wuming's back which was soaked with sweat.

“Because it’s hot.”

Wuming said unhappily.

These stupid androids are really out of their minds to call their human masters' sweat ancient.

But then again, the humans in this world wouldn't be the kind of Mary Sue whose poop smells like strawberry, right?

"sweat......"

8b's expression changed, but he immediately shook his head violently, denying his guess.

"You, what's your name?"

she asked cautiously.

"Wuming, Wu is the surname, Ming is the given name."

8b blinked and asked again, "So are you here to take us back to the space base?"

"No, I want to catch you... No, I came to you to find out whether a human like me can gain your loyalty."

Wuming said without turning his head, the [blackboard] floating on the sand looked hard, but in fact it felt like a sturdy sofa, and it was not uncomfortable to sit on.

"Humans..."

8b said seriously, "If we have misunderstood the commander, and humans are still surviving in the world, then I will naturally return to the base. The existence of humans is the meaning of our fight. If my fight can make humans' lives better, then I will not have any rejection or uneasiness."

Wuming's eyebrows twitched and he turned to look at 8b.

"What if the so-called humans and your commander are not on the same side?"

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8b's eyes suddenly widened, she could sense something bad was going on.

"The commander..."

"But if, uh, by the way, you still can't confirm that I am a human being?"

Wuming also felt a headache. Normally, shouldn't he have slid to his knees at the speed of light and completed the attack the moment he saw him? Why was he still doubting?

"I don't know. I've never seen a human being..."

8b stared at him without blinking, racking his brains to think of human characteristics, and finally realized sadly that he didn't know what humans looked like.

The YoRHa type, or in other words, all androids, are made based on human prototypes. Their body proportions, clothing, and even emotions are all perfectly replicated. Even though the base constantly emphasizes that androids have no emotions in order to sanctify humans, how can we deny the emotions that exist when fighting side by side with our companions?

If there is no difference, there is no way to distinguish them. The base has not deliberately released any information. I think it is because they are not qualified to meet humans.

"Forget it, forget it. It's so hot. Let's go to the forest for a while. Damn it! How can I, a level 11 warrior, be defeated by the heat?"

The enterprise knocked Wuming angrily.

"Don't always emphasize the concept of level eleven, Commander, you are still far from it!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll work out hard when we get back to the harbor."

Wuming nodded indifferently.

The three captives kept silent, quietly observing the strange guy in their eyes.

The words of Wuming and the other two were not useless. They were also a little unsure now, and Wuming's words that humans and the commander did not stand together did scare them. Although they said nothing, they had already imagined a three-hundred-episode palace drama in their minds.

The temperature in the forest remained normal, maintaining a cool temperature. The figure that had been tracking them finally arrived. The three Wuming people walked on the empty road, basically maintaining a straight line.

"The clue is broken."

The visitor's voice was dry, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

She stood there for a moment and put her hand on her forehead.

"What on earth am I expecting..."

Ever since her companions died, she has been wandering around the world like a ghost, aimlessly and without a way back. Sometimes she would stare blankly at the ruins of human buildings, sometimes she would stare at the sea quietly, and more often she would think of nothing but killing any mechanical lifeforms she saw with a knife.

She took out an empty plastic bottle from her waist pocket and stared at the little yellow chicken printed on it for a long time without saying a word.

Judging from the brand new packaging, it can be inferred that the production time is no more than three days. The patterns are also very cute and the colors are very bright, giving it a feeling that it is not a product of this world.

This is definitely the creation of an intelligent creature, and it also needs to eat.

Therefore, androids and mechanical life forms are also ruled out.

She touched the bottle and stuffed it back into her pocket.

I must find the owner of this bottle and find out what this third person besides the android and mechanical life form is.

She made up her mind secretly, and the dead look in her eyes dissipated a little.

She leaped lightly onto the tree trunk, reached the highest treetop again, and looked out into the distance.

The Temple of the Goddess of the Temple

There was some movement in a certain direction.

Wuming and his group found a large open space with the three captives and landed there.

Frederick the Great snapped his fingers, and the Dragon Ship armor unfolded, and soon turned into a black four-cornered pavilion. Under the pavilion, there were chairs and tables, as well as a refrigerator of the same black paint.

The three androids looked at Wuming and the other two holding the shaved ice, and occasionally scooped a spoonful and put it into their mouths.

"Ah...Frederick, you're doing pretty well. If you can't be a battleship, you can at least open a cold drink shop."

"Haha, Enterprise, isn't there a small space on your plane? It should be more than enough to make an ice cream."

Wuming ate his ice quietly, ignoring all this. If one day they didn't quarrel but had a cold war with expressionless faces, that would be troublesome.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Although 64b was beaten into a Yamcha, just like the previous one, the pain went away after a while. Frederick the Great's control was as good as her strength, and now 64b was like nothing happened.

"Eat something."

When Wuming finished one portion, the second one was already placed in front of him. The maker was a man named Longlongjian who was wearing a white chef's hat.