I know this ancient god

Because the communication system was damaged and delayed the fighter plane, Aatrox, the God of Death Battle, has gained a wave of faith, regained some strength, and is ready to face the Mauryan Empire's Marine Corps.

On the other side, the three-day period for the woman in the white dress has ended. Tang Xuan is on his way to the Neutron Battle Star and will arrive soon.

The woman in the white dress sits alone at the table in the hall.

Three days ago, she was accompanied by a pair of golden scissors, and now she was alone again.

The pain in life is endless and comes in various forms, among which the most pitiful and irredeemable pain is loneliness.

Fortunately, she was used to being alone.

She scanned the hall silently.

For countless years, she has been wandering in this hall like a ghost countless times. She lay down on every table here, sat on every chair here, and walked through every aisle here.

She is familiar with every detail on this non-luminous star, even more familiar than its creator. She knows every information on any thing here, including size, shape, curvature and even the number of scratches.

She can still count their names on her fingers: Carsiello, Hailan Xi, Locke Feike.

Even the gears in the machine have names.

Here she learned to endure loneliness, enjoy herself in loneliness, and numb herself.

This is her cage and her home. It is a milestone that cannot be ignored in her long life. Her tenderness and youthfulness are buried underneath.

Now she's leaving here.

She wants to return to where she belongs and embark on the journey to an unknown ending again.

Will it end well?

she does not know.

During most of the time she was trapped here, she suppressed her reading speed to be similar to that of ordinary people, reading the massive books and images left by the Hill civilization.

Many science fiction works of Hill Civilization have tragic endings, and the protagonists often die unexpectedly after the ups and downs of the plot.

She doesn't know what her ending will be, but she hopes she can get back on the road. If she could really experience some amazing ups and downs, she would be willing to accept even a tragic ending.

There were footsteps in the corridor.

The woman in the white dress calmed down, turned to face the person walking towards her with a gentle smile, and said softly: "Your Excellency, Commander, welcome back."

Tang Xuan nodded: "Are you ready?"

He stared at the woman in the white skirt for a few times, feeling that there seemed to be some inexplicable changes in the woman in the white skirt.

The woman in the white dress opened a drawer on the table beneath her and took out a hard drive. She raised her hand and threw the hard drive to Tang Xuan. She said, "The methods of operating the neutron battle star are all written in it."

With this hard drive, even if Tang Xuan and others do not understand the principles of the neutron battle star, they can still drive the neutron battle star.

Tang Xuan said sincerely: "Thank you."

The woman in the white dress shook her head gently: "This is what I should do. I also restored the original intelligent system of the Neutron War Star and loaded it with the language of your mother civilization. After I leave, it will go online and can also be used for You save yourself some trouble.”

Tang Xuan was a little surprised.

Although the intelligent system of the overlord-level civilization is not a truly intelligent life, it is still very precious, and the woman in the white dress does not have to do this in the first place.

Tang Xuan said again: "Thank you."

The woman in the white dress stood up with a smile: "Let's get started."

"It seems you are ready." Tang Xuan walked to her side, "Let's get started. I will definitely send you back safely."

The woman in the white dress nodded slightly.

She waved to the distance, and a black cube box the size of a human head flew over from the corner.

This black box is the microcomputer she prepared.

"I will apply for authorization from you later to transfer myself into this box." She said to Tang Xuan, "You need to take this box with you, find the signal interface on my battleship, and put me in it."

Tang Xuan asked: "Where is the signal interface?"

The woman in the white dress replied: "The signal interface is on the right side of the spacecraft. You need to enter the password. I will remind you when you get close to the signal interface."

Although she will be transferred to a microcomputer later, she will not completely lose her ability to interact and can still type and speak.

The woman in the white dress looked straight at Tang Xuan with a calm expression.

Tang Xuan nodded.

The woman in the white dress said seriously: "Your Majesty Commander, please authorize me to transfer myself into this microcomputer. It is expected to take ten minutes."

The composition of an intelligent life is divided into two parts, one is the core program that gives life, and the other is the peripheral program that provides defense or other functions.

This transfer only transfers the special life-giving program and a small number of peripheral programs, so it takes a shorter time.

Tang Xuan's face also became serious, and he whispered: "I authorize you."

As soon as the words fell, the body of the woman in the white dress began to become illusory, and the program that composed her was disintegrating, and the best parts of it were input into the black box.

A percent number lights up on the wall.

When this number reaches 100%, the woman in the white dress will be completely passed into the black box.

Tang Xuan looked at the increasingly illusory woman in the white dress and thought that if intelligent life could constantly transfer itself like this, wouldn't it be a kind of eternal life?

He asked curiously: "What does it feel like?"

The woman in the white dress did not reply to him as quickly as before. Instead, she was stuck for a few seconds and responded in a sluggish voice: "I'm a little dizzy."

The computing power provided by the microcomputer was far less than that of the neutron battle star, and the transfer process was accompanied by a continuous loss of intelligence, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

The last time she experienced this feeling was when she transferred from her own fleet to the neutron battle star countless years ago, but that time it was not as compressed as this time.

It's like putting a whale in a can.

When the percentage on the screen jumped to 20%, the image of the woman in the white dress completely collapsed.

This shows that the outer program that cooperates with the instrument to project 3D images has been removed.

The percentage on the screen is still jumping.

Ten minutes later, the transfer progress reached 100%, and the small black box gradually lit up with a faint purple light.

Tang Xuan asked: "Are you awake?"

The small black box was unresponsive, and the purple light it emitted continued to grow brighter.

"Dear Commander, Daybreak One is now online!"

Tang Xuan heard a cold female voice coming from the roof.

This is the intelligent system used by Hill Civilization in the past. The name reflects the expectations of the soldiers of Hill Civilization at that time for the future. Unfortunately, they failed to successfully break through the dawn, and they are no longer on the neutron battle star they created.

Tang Xuan ordered: "Keep all parameters unchanged, maintain the normal operation of this galaxy, and avoid planet collisions."

Daybreak One: "Roger."