I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Spring of 2909 AD in the Earth calendar.

It is the time when everything on earth is recovering and winter is passing and spring is coming.

In the unnamed fleet, Tong Ling slowly stood up from the freezer. Countless pieces of combat uniforms flew out of the eight-port cargo box next to the freezer, swirling in the sky, one after another at extremely fast speeds. Splicing on her body.

Her freezer is unique in that it has a separate huge warehouse.

Next to her freezer, there is a T100 Folgai armor that has been modified countless times and is completely different from the prototype many years ago.

This is so that when there is an emergency mission, Tong Ling can enter the armor as soon as she wakes up and intervene in the battle.

For many years, she has always been the anchor of the unknown fleet.

It’s just as important today, perhaps even more than ever.

No matter at any time, in the hearts of any generation, her existence has extremely noble significance.

The successors of the fleet have never seen with their own eyes the rise of mankind from the Lone Star, and the step-by-step development to the staggering steps and difficulties of the entire Morrowind Empire today. They lack awe for generations of colonial pioneers, and always think that with human technology, they will never It is very simple for one planet to reach another planet and take root.

They subconsciously ignored the hardships recorded in historical materials for the pioneers to get out of the earth, and even more ignored the tragedy when the pioneers left their homes and went to the distant stars to fight against the nature of the alien planet when the level of science and technology was not enough.

A small abnormal storm or a quietly cracked crack in the wall of an alien base can wipe out a base with a population of hundreds of thousands or more in an instant. When these people died, they couldn't even let out a shrill scream.

People in the Free Will Alliance think that everything they have now is taken for granted. The alien storms, invasions by alien creatures, and disaster-level ship failures that instantly led to the destruction of the entire army that our ancestors encountered when pioneering the planet are ancient fictions. Mythical stories, rather than the real blood and tears shed by my ancestors.

However, when they were growing up, almost all of them had seen the living legend with their own eyes, and had seen Tong Ling charging into the enemy formations time and time again wearing armor that had been damaged and repaired thousands of times.

Everyone knows that it is precisely because Tong Ling gave up her soul and turned herself into the sharpest sword, the most powerful warrior, and the most conscientious instructor that mankind has ever known that human beings can survive on this two-hundred-year voyage. , avoiding the risks of exposure time and time again, reaching the current position, and reproducing the current population.

Tong Ling is a living legend in the fleet, there is no doubt about it.

The Free Will Alliance denies the significance of the fleet's advance, denies the noblest ideal pursued by the first generation, denies the oath that the first generation expedition members represented by Qin Guang swore when they advanced, but it has never denied Tong Ling's fearless sacrifice. His reputation was earned through bravery and armored battles time and time again.

Free will launched a coup, and also deliberately chose Tong Ling's sleep period during the regular flight.

Some people even want to quietly take away the frozen Tong Ling, hoping that when her totem wakes up, she can see a new human civilization in another star system.

But what is supposed to happen, will eventually happen.

The sharpest knife in mankind is only unsheathed in the most critical moment.

Tong Ling, who has straightened all her emotions, has the most compassionate kindness, but also the most ruthless determination.

She no longer considers the meaning of life, nor does she consider whether the enemy is human, compound-eyed, or anything else.

In her world, there are only two points and one line.

The two points are oneself and the enemy, and one line is the line of blood that bursts out when the enemy is chopped into pieces.

It only took Tong Ling 0.1 seconds to complete the information exchange with the doomsday suppression program.

In her combat retina projection, the annotation was completed in an instant.

Tens of thousands of ships and hundreds of millions of combat units are marked with two colors.

The smaller part of it is red, the enemy, and human beings.

This is the first time since humans and Mastermind Fanxing entered the interstellar era that their own ships have been marked in red.

In the process of history, some things will happen sooner or later and are unstoppable.

Due to the existence of Chen Feng and the belief passed down by Chen Feng, the birth of the red that belongs to us has been postponed for hundreds of years, but some things will be late, but they will not be late.

Civilization is like a person. During a person's life, some cancer cells are destined to appear in his body.

If the immune system is suppressed in time, these cancer cells will disappear silently.

If left unchecked or if the immune system fails to do its job, cancer cells will continue to spread until they devour the person whole.

T100 equipment self-test is turned on.

Self-test is very fast.

1%, 5%, 11%...80%...

At the same time that Tong Ling's armor self-inspection was about to be completed, a group of free will fighters wearing life-size portable armor appeared in front of Tang Yingyu's door.

Bang!

The door was blasted open.

Tang Yingwu was floating in front of the window, looking out the window quietly.

She can no longer see the beautiful virtual starry sky.

The aftermath of the war started by the Free Will Alliance destroyed the artificial starry sky projection that existed for aesthetic purposes.

The movement behind her didn't make Tang Yingyu look back. She was still looking at the darkness in the distance, her left hand pressed on the window frame, and her right hand gently caressing her lower abdomen.

Tang Yingyu's strange calmness confused the armored warrior at the door.

Before opening the door, Bill Creston raised his right hand and pointed the beam gun on his forearm at Tang Yingyu's door, his expression was twisted and angry.

His eyes were full of anger that wanted to devour the stars.

The muscles in his clenched teeth were like a nuclear bomb tense just before it exploded.

Before becoming a soldier, Bill Creston was a member of the chromosome 11 compilation team of the Chromosome Information Institute under the Nuwa Project.

His job content is very boring and uncreative, which is to cooperate with intelligence to constantly manually check whether the arrangement and combination in chromosome 11 is feasible.

His specific job is to obtain a new set of data from the previous process, input it into the intelligent core, start the calculation, wait for the data to collapse during the calculation, then find the point where the collapse occurs, and judge and screen the possible causes of the collapse through subjective thinking that only belongs to humans. , organize the cause analysis results into a table, and report it to the Nuwa Project Command Center.

In the entire artificial gene grouping work, this is already a relatively late process, and there is no clear evaluation of success. The work content is all based on the chromosomes formed by continuously adjusting the arrangement and combination in the previous process according to the different information depths. on the carrier.

Ever since he came of age in 2877 and passed the entrance examination, Bill has been dealing with chromosome 11 for thirty years.

For thirty years, when he opened his eyes every day, what repeatedly rolled in his mind and appeared in his retina were the data packets from the previous process.

As a third-generation human being, Bill is active and tall.

Having been engaged in such a boring job for many years, looking at the two points and threads of his life as if he could see the end at a glance, he gradually felt impatient and desperate in his heart, and had an inexplicable attraction to Tang Yingyu, the only recipient of the Nuwa Project who he had never met. Hatred.

The moment the Free Will Alliance's tentacles touched him, he joined it without hesitation and began receiving military training after 2907.

Just two years later, Bill Cranston became an A-level combatant.

His hatred and anger towards Tang Yingyu were ignited the moment he passed the A-level evaluation.

In his heart, it was Tang Yingwu, a woman who did not give birth, who destroyed his life and forced him to fall into the eternal torture of that unlucky job. He thought that he should have become a great warrior, but he was imprisoned in a cubicle in the research room.

Now that he had the opportunity to attack this resident ship, he led his team members to attack here without hesitation.

Before opening the door, he had not planned what to do next. Perhaps he just wanted to open the door and see if the woman inside had three heads and six arms. Otherwise, why would he destroy so many people's lives?

Now he saw Tang Yingyu's back. The ray gun on his arm was pointed at the back of the man's head, but he fell into confusion.

kill?

do not kill?

Can killing her turn Nuwa's plan into a dream and bring relief to the souls of all those who have suffered like me?

but……

Bill's emotions told him to pull the trigger.

With one shot, all the souls who died of fatigue in Nuwa's plan will be comforted.

But reason is telling him that Nuwa's plan is of great importance and is related to the distant and great future of mankind that has nothing to do with him.

Pulling the trigger this time is destined to make him a more notorious historical sinner than Judas. At the same time, he also completely denies the meaning of his previous thirty years of life and the dedication and struggle of more people.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Captain, there are eight Doomsday Guardian Type 2 coming towards us and they will arrive in thirty seconds. What should we do? Do we really...really want to kill her?"

After Bill thought painfully for two seconds, his team member reminded him urgently.

The Doomsday Guardians are not a standing force in the fleet. During the past voyages, this kind of individual intelligent war machine with a size similar to that of ordinary humans only existed in the database of the brain.

But as armed conflicts broke out, the Doomsday Suppression Program began to create this new type of combat unit in each ship at an extremely fast speed. Its function was to eliminate rebels inside the ship. The Doom Guardian is powerful, with explosive performance and fierce firepower.

Bill Cranston was shocked when he heard this, his eyes quickly focused, and his finger muscles slowly tightened.

Bang!

This shot did not hit Tang Yingyu.

A short figure stood between the ray gun and Tang Ying, with a big hole in his chest.

Compared with regular fleet soldiers, the combat uniforms of the Free Will Alliance soldiers are not equipped with a medical support system that requires the support of a super artificial intelligence server. Such fatal injuries to the torso cannot be cured and can only be cured by injecting hormones and physically sealing the wounds. Short life span.

"what are you doing!"

Bill stared at this man dumbfounded.

The person who was hit slowly took off his helmet, and mouthfuls of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

This was a young face with an expression distorted by severe pain.

This man is another member of Bill's team, a third-generation boy.

"Captain, she is Nuwa! She carries the genes of the sage's wife! We just want to continue mankind in our own way, not destroy our civilization! Captain, don't...she didn't do anything wrong, she didn't even One’s own will.”

Under the stimulation of hormones, the free will fighter with a hole in his chest finished speaking this sentence and then collapsed.

The energy reaction of the ray gun finally made Tang Yingyu turn around.

Bill's eyes slowly moved up from the corpses of his teammates, and then looked at Tang Yingyu.

After a moment, his breathing stopped, and his heart seemed to be pinched.

His mind went blank except for a few lingering questions.

What kind of eyes are these?

Why is it so empty, yet as deep as the Milky Way, and yet there seems to be a sea of ​​blood boiling inside?

What are the thoughts that run through this woman's mind every day?

Did she know she was reproductively isolated from humans?

Does she know that she and humans are not actually the same creature?

How does she view the humans who created her?

Does she know what the meaning of her existence is?

While Bill was in a daze, his teammates at the rear once again reminded him that the Doomsday Guardians were about to arrive.

"Knock her unconscious, capture her, and send her to be frozen!"

Bill finally made a decision and slowly raised his legs and walked forward.

But the next moment, Tang Yingwu's empty eyes suddenly focused, no longer confused, only filled with boiling murderous intent.

Tang Yingyu tapped her slender left hand on the window frame and disappeared.

Bill missed.

The next moment, Tang Yingyu appeared next to the fallen soldier's body and pulled out the neutron membrane tactical dagger from the waist of the soldier's body with his right hand.

The moment she drew the knife, her dagger seemed to flick lightly on the floor, sending sparks flying into the sky.

Her body began to rotate and change directions at high speed, like a blooming blood-red rose.

The blade slashed across the front of a team member.

Blood spurted from the neck of this Free Will Alliance fighter.

Tang Yingyu's knife cut into the gap in the snake scale structure of the armored neck guard with extreme accuracy.

Liquid began to spill in the gravityless cabin, including red blood and crystal tears from Tang Yingyu.

"Shoot! Kill her!"

Bill Cranston watched another teammate fall, and fell into great panic and anger. He tried to target Tang Yingwu again while roaring.

However, Tang Yingyu's movements were too fast. Without the assistance of artificial intelligence, he could not aim solely by relying on his own reactions.

One by one, his team members fell.

Bill no longer hesitated, took a step back, and opened the cover on the back of his right hand. There was a red button.

When pressed, his portable armor will instantly release all its energy, creating a massive explosion.

At this time, the Nuwa Project working group in the residential ship, which was responsible for taking care of Tang Yingwu's daily life and health, had already fallen into huge chaos and panic.

Distress signals were sent out like a volcano erupting.

More and more Doomsday Guardians are rushing here.

At the same time, a woman's voice unexpectedly sounded in the thought capture team of the working group.

This is Tang Yingyu's psychological activity.

In the past few decades, this thought capture team has been able to collect only empty white noise. This is the first time in history that human consciousness has been found in Tang Yingyu's brain.

She was talking to herself.

“I don’t know why I live or fight.

Maybe I am, as you say, a stumbling block in countless of your lives.

But I don’t have to repent because I didn’t do anything wrong.

I never wanted to live either, I just couldn't let him die.

I don't want to kill you either.

I want to make friends with you.

I'm really, really miserable. "