From a distance, the titans were like a group of hunchbacked old men staggering forward. Although their legs and feet were not very flexible, any of them knew that these terrible war machines were not weak at all.
They destroyed a large number of buildings without caring about the way. After all, there are few roads in the city where Titans can walk. Obviously, the Titan Legion did not care about the ants living under their feet, and they only continued their own pace.
Thousands of low-level priests and workers fled in front of the advancing Titans, just like the ants facing the charge herd of cattle, because of their size, the Legion engine also ignored them and trampled through the crowd at will.
The seemingly distant journey was actually very short of it. The shadow of the Emperor-level Titan had already covered the Brilliant Palace, and its head was just as high as the Temple of Wanji.
At this time, everyone was like a little doll in a crystal ball, being held in the palm of a child and observed.
Soshiyan also has to say that at close range, the pressure of the Emperor-level Titan is really strong.
But if the other party thinks that this can scare him, it is a big mistake.
"I'm getting more and more curious, Bangula, how did you control your Titan Legion in such a short time?"
"I will explain this to you later. Please give me the key first."
Space Marine shook her head gently.
"No rush to do this, Bangula Sage, I still have to remind you that although as a person outside of the mechanical teaching, I don't have much opinions on your philosophy and opinions, the mechanical meditation system has been operating for 10,000 years, and the inherent flaws in your philosophy will only make existing problems more complicated.
"defect?"
Bangula responded disdainfully:
"Our theory comes from an era even older than the empire, designed by a group of people with the most rational and wisest human beings. This is a theory based on logic and inherent laws and without error space. Do you think it would be more problematic than superstitious worship?"
Soshiyan hesitated before speaking.
"IMHO, your theory does not take into account every variable, and there are factors that can cause unexplained changes."
"Factor? What are you referring to?"
"human nature."
"human nature--"
Bangula repeated the word, and the hissing of the binary compiler contained a strong derogatory remark, as if he would have been happier without these elements.
"Yes, human factors always cause deviations in the calculation results, and too many variability factors make the results difficult to predict, but this is not an excuse for superstition."
"Then I will say it bluntly that the Empire needs the Mechanical Cultivation Society, and also needs the World of Mechanical Cultivation, and I do not want to cause a full-scale turmoil within the Mechanical Cultivation Society. If your theory is spread, it will only arouse Mars and even the entire Mechanical Cultivation. Therefore, I must have an insurance, an insurance that ensures that neither party will come to this point."
"If this is the case, then I can only announce the cancellation of cooperation between the two parties."
Accompanied by Bangula's cold words, the trumpet of the Emperor Titan sounded at the same time, and strong sound waves swept across the Temple of Ten Thousand Machines, shattering every piece of glass, and knocking the crowd to the ground. Only the Space Marines and a few people were still standing.
Soshiyang glanced at the key in his hand and suddenly laughed:
"Bangula, you did almost nothing wrong, just made a mistake."
"Um?"
“You shouldn’t have your ‘friends’ connected to the planet’s meditators network in order to control the planet’s defense system.”
Bangula's eyes widened.
"you--"
"This time, I happened to have a friend."
At the same time, all the Titans that were still moving stopped. Although their joints were still creaking, they seemed to be bound by invisible chains.
But Soshiyang's feelings were different from everyone's. Muhu connected to his power aerial server, and with the help of a neural interface, Soshiyang could even hear the roar of the Titan power unit and the hissing of the hydraulic unit, and also feel the high temperature generated by the hissing of the electric field.
Every feeling he felt was magnified, and then, he saw that thing.
This connection lasted only for a moment, but at that moment he saw clearly the essence of its existence.
It was some golden lines tied together to form a glowing net, forming a cold world composed of artificially created synapses and neurons.
Its memory is full of feelings and emotions, and some kind of cold substance stands at the center of its core consciousness, like a bloated spider sitting in the center of a spider web.
Soshiyan seemed to be standing in an unspherical space with super details, and floating luminous planes occupied all the space around him—these luminous planes were like a group of shiny, exquisitely dancing decorative panes.
He took a deep breath and said the name of the taboo.
"Silicon Crystal Intelligence..."
In this space, he was not popular, and felt something was pushing him, trying to eliminate him from this network, just like a body's rejection reaction.
Or it is more like white blood cells suppressing and destroying the source of infection.
But Mu Hu, who turned from a ball to a golden child, put a yoke on it. Although it still tried to get rid of these constraints like a wild beast, it was useless.
"I won't destroy you, but only if you don't resist."
Soshiyang then spoke, and his voice echoed in the spiritual space.
But the spider-like body still howled, like a hunter pulled by a worn reins.
It roared out a strange code word. Although the words it used were unknown, the meaning was very obvious.
"Bad temper! Teach you a lesson!"
Mu Hu's arm spread out quickly like a double helix data link. In the blink of an eye, it traveled through endless virtual distances, entangling itself on the latter's fierce consciousness.
A tremor spread throughout the space. Soshiyang watched Mu Hu coldly tear open the protective layer of the other party's consciousness, and his tentacles penetrated deeply into all aspects of that existence.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Finally, under the threat of destruction, it surrendered and handed over its authority.
Soshiyan was also able to learn more about it.
Since the forgotten age of disputes, creating a self-perception machine has been a taboo science, and it is undoubtedly a prehistoric relic.
This is a machine that can think independently, and its first independent act is killing.
So what do its maker think about this?
Nevertheless it is still a machine, it is still bound by the fundamental principles of machinery, and still collects information and acts like other perceptual creatures.
As a consciousness made up of countless light, it seems to have existed for a long time and imposed deep protection on itself, but Muhu found and controlled the neural pathways and grid areas it perceived to the outside world.
At this time, Bangula also realized something, and suddenly stepped forward excitedly and roared.
"Mercer! What did you do to it!"
But Soshiyan just smiled gently, and could vaguely see the golden grid-like silk threads boiling and flashing in his eyes.
"Did you give it this name?"
"This is its own name, not my choice."
“It treats you as a friend?”
"What the hell did you do!"
But Soshiyan did not answer his question, but pointed at Bangula's chest.
"This is not your original body, right?"
Bangula stared at him but did not answer.
At this time, a faint and intermittent sound came through the small communicator in his ears.