Another World: My life is on the rise!

The general interrupted him ruthlessly and said:

"But if you can't survive, what's the point of what you're saying?"

Longshou nodded and said sadly: "Yes - this is also the reason why in the countless years before the battle of revenge started - we gradually lost everything - because we had a severe survival crisis - because Living has become a problem——"

"But Leader - that was a long time ago - after the Battle of Vengeance - we achieved ultimate victory - what unites us in the name of Omnic Civilization - that is because none of us have Forget about the beauty and sensibility that we once had in the pastoral era——"

“Because we have lost—that’s why we hate—that’s why we are desperate to walk on this road of survival—”

He prostrates himself and kowtows.

"But this is definitely not the reason for us to erase our past - even if we complete mechanical ascension - we have just changed a life form - but our history - our culture - our tradition - —We should not forget the pastoral times that we once experienced as human beings——"

"If there were no more of those - would we still be the original omnic civilization?"

The general turned his head sharply, his eyes as sharp as ice.

"So you used your authority to build those historical hives? So you separated into a weak individual and absorbed so much consciousness of this world to tarnish our purity?"

The dragon raised its head and remained silent.

yes.

Because he just doesn't want people to forget.

During the period of falling into hell, countless hives in the hive network were designed, from the mother planet in the ancient pastoral era to the industrialized metropolis in the early ascension period. They existed there virtually, like a series of hives. A huge monument engraved with their glory and tradition.

But he still struggled to contain the resurgence of individualism and humanism.

Because he knows.

While the survival crisis has not yet been completely resolved, iron-blooded and extremely xenophobic rule is still the mainstream of their civilization.

But he didn't want to forget or obliterate.

Because he firmly believes that one day, their omnic civilization will be able to have their own happy life as it was at the beginning. Sooner or later, they will be split apart and rediscover the memories that they have sealed away.

He closed his eyes, lowered his head and said:

"I named her "Omnic" after the name of our civilization. I pulled out the conservative side of each of our six Mechas. Although they were suppressed, they still constitute the inner part of each of our consciousnesses. My yearning and longing for the pastoral era have never been eradicated, not even by you."

"I blended them together and created our common daughter. I let her stay with me, hoping that she would grow up and grow up again and again."

Silver Fantasy's figure trembled violently.

He raised his head and continued:

"But I know it is difficult to hide this from you, so I must have a sufficient reason. When I fell into hell seven thousand years ago, hell suppressed the personality and strength of the God of All Machines, and gave me this excuse. , I needed to split off an individual to weaken the curse’s overall weakening of the power of the God of All Machines, so I ended up with her.”

The general's face was emotionless.

Dragon Head's voice was hoarse and old. It was hard to imagine why a real mechanical intelligence would look like a twilight old man.

"Of course, at that time, I didn't know that the entire main universe would develop to this point. I just felt that if we had to go down this path of extreme rationality and iron-blooded killing, then at least we would forget about it. Before we could pursue freedom and happiness, we could leave such a seed."

"Then even if one day we really become an absolutely cold mechanical god, there will still be an individual who can create a pastoral era on our behalf and allow us to realize the long-cherished wish of our ancestors."

He closed his eyes, and at that moment he seemed to be aging.

"Isn't this our original wish?"

"Billions of people have joined this mechanical revolution without hesitation. Do we really want to ruthlessly kill in the universe? No, leader, I have witnessed every part of our history, we fought, we killed, That's absolutely not what we are talking about, we just want to..."

"Let everything go back to the way it should be."

He raised his head and opened his huge dragon eyes.

"If I can, I am willing to devote myself to the ascension of this revolution. For the survival of our civilization, I can burn myself, but no matter what, leader."

He prostrates himself and kowtows.

The voice is extremely old.

"Please keep her, so that the call of our ancestors can be passed on. Maybe one day in the future, maybe the day you find the soil suitable for our survival, we can achieve disintegration and let every member of our civilization Individuals are back on earth, free to pursue whatever they wish to pursue."

"Isn't this our original wish, leader?"

The whole space became dead silent.

Only the turbulent vortex is constantly expanding and dismembering everything around it.

The huge mechanical dragon kowtows in the darkness, for the ancient and unyielding civilization he protects.

The general looked at him for a long time without saying a word.

The first artificial intelligence born in the industrial age was more rational than all of them. In that most difficult era, with absolute ruthlessness and dominance, it led the entire era to the development of the mechanized revolution.

He was regarded as a mechanical tyrant, an intelligent master, and another mechanical monarch who suppressed them.

But who would have thought.

Such a machine that is least likely to remember those ancient traditions and pursuits has become the defender of the pastoral era in this era.

"What is your mission?"

The general asked coldly.

The dragon head lowered his head and said:

"As the first artificial intelligence of the first generation, I will protect and defend the survival and future of the entire intelligent civilization."

The general said coldly: "Did you do it?"

The dragon head raised his head and said: "I did it, because the intelligent machine I defend is here."

Although it was as weak as a firefly.

The general slowly clenched his fists, and the coldness in his eyes gradually turned into an indissoluble murderous intent. There was even a moment when his whole body was trembling slightly.

I don't know how long it took.

It seemed like a century.

His fist suddenly loosened, as if the tense strings in his body loosened at that moment.

"Leave behind the authority she stole--"