Wow! The explosion rate is really high

Seeing Bai E's movements in getting dressed, Helen's eyes softened slightly, "Do you still remember that crazy companion after your second group confrontation?"

"Hmm..." Bai E was stunned and recalled, "What's wrong?"

The black iron plate in my memory flashed before my eyes - 169A44.

"He is an artificial man from Line 169. The alien genes he uses mainly come from the Zerg race." Helen said casually while sorting out the information at hand.

The original intention of the android warrior project was to create a group of super warriors that surpassed ordinary humans. If they were just human genes, they would not be able to exceed human limitations in the final analysis.

In this regard, the genes of alien races such as bugs, orcs, and elves undoubtedly perform better.

"Hmm..." Bai E agreed softly, indicating that he was listening.

"His will is being assimilated by the Zerg genes, and the probability of mutation is very high, which means... he will eventually turn into a bug. In fact, all of your android warriors have the possibility of potential mutation, and many sudden changes from the outside world All factors will trigger the dominant expression of latent genes."

Helen lowered her eyelids, not knowing whether she was repenting or recalling, "I just screened out those warriors with a high probability of mutation and ended their lives early..."

When the will is assimilated by the wildness of the alien race and does some harm to one's own compatriots, it is not clear whether the compatriots feel sad or the mutant himself feels more guilty.

Bai E instantly realized what the other party was talking about.

It’s on the panel... [Mutation Risk]!

Seeing Bai E's somewhat dazed movements, Helen smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, your will is enough to break through stubborn rocks. It's up to you to decide whether you insist on being a human being."

The words are very metaphysical, and it seems that they should not be uttered by a scientific researcher like her.

However, this is a world where spiritual energy exists, and metaphysics... is also part of science.

"Okay, let's go back. If necessary during this period, I may have to trouble you to come over at any time."

Bai E straightened his posture respectfully, "Goodbye, sir."

"Goodbye...95B27. By the way, many androids give themselves names. Have you given yourself a name?"

"...Bai E, you can call me Bai E."

"Bai E..." Helen murmured softly, and then a smile broke out on her face, "Goodbye, Bai E."

Looking at 95B27's back that was gradually blocked by the slowly closing door, Helen's eyes were slightly lost in thought, "Bai...what's the point?"

After thinking for a moment, Helen shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

The experience you come into contact with will bring countless variables. Maybe it is just two words randomly combined together. There are many strange names in the artificial people, which is difficult to analyze.

Standing up, Helen shouted out the door: "Al, there will be a meeting later that requires my presence. You will be responsible for analyzing the data collected from the android warriors for the time being."

"Okay teacher... By the way, teacher, Marshal Weslin said hello and said that if you complete the research, you should inform him as soon as possible. He needs to use the deeds of the artificial man to inspire people."

"..." Helen was silent for a moment, squinting her eyes and thinking for a moment before deciding to temporarily hide her edge, "Tell him that the research is not completed yet, and wait a little longer."

"What about the body data of this artificial man?"

"Keep it closed and no one is allowed to view it."

"yes!"

…

Helen, wearing a white coat, hurriedly opened the door and entered. Many people in the room glanced at her, but did not pay much attention.

On the stage, Weslin was giving a comprehensive report on the failure of the Zerg war in front of personnel from various departments who had arrived from the inner city.

Helen found a nearby seat and sat down, leaning on the back of the sofa with moderate hardness and crossing her legs to listen.

"...The main reason for the failure of this battle is that our army cannot continue to launch effective attacks in the spiritual field of the 'Master'.

If we hadn't caused a threatening enough attack on the insect nest this time, the master of the double-edged sword still wouldn't show up.

But now that the bug's trump card has appeared, I think we can take some targeted countermeasures.

We have always believed that psionic enemies were few and far between, leaving such functions entirely to the Inquisition, beheading them as elite combatants.

But at the moment, the psychic suppression field of the Hive Mind has obviously made the past policy no longer practical. If the resistance to psychic suppression cannot be universalized to all warriors, we will never be able to completely destroy the Hive, and it will be There is an eternal chasm in the future of our human development.

Therefore, I believe that some training methods and equipment that are unique to the Heretic Arbitration Institute will also be promoted in military camps in the future. At the same time, I also hope that His Excellency the King of Night can select some suitable heretical executioners from his subordinates to come to the military camp to provide corresponding guidance to our soldiers. "

The man who was clicked was wearing a long black leather coat. He leaned on the back of the chair and remained silent without any intention of expressing his position.

Among the old people sitting behind a row of long tables on the stage, one of them, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing round glasses, looked over the edge of the frame and looked at the back of Weslin diagonally sideways, speaking in an old voice. He asked softly: "Marshal Weslin, are you sure that the psychic stress resistance training of the Heretic Arbitration Institute can achieve excellent results in fighting against the dominant psychic field?"

"Academician Helen can guarantee this." Weslin saw Helen later and kicked the ball out.

Helen smoothed her white coat and stood up lightly, "We have done the analysis immediately last night. There is no doubt that the master's psychic field is almost the same as the psychic stress resistance training that the Heretic Arbitration conducts on weekdays."

"Okay!" The old man nodded, "So...where are the funds?"

"Don't even think about it!" The fat financial officer suddenly stood up, "Each piece of equipment for psychic stress resistance training is extremely expensive. The cost of providing training for your entire military camp is too high. This is impossible!"

"We can use this information to trade with other cities. There are top secrets about the Zerg trump cards. I think many cities are in urgent need of them."

Blackwater City is not the only city that is threatened by the insect nest. The empire exists in name only. Each city is divided and autonomous. What it lacks can be taken from other people's pockets.

As far as he knew, they were the first city to actually attack the home of the insect nest.

Weislin was obviously fully prepared and spoke with confidence.

"That's not enough!" The financial officer waved his hand, "At most, it can only provide training to a small number of elites. Don't expect it to be available to all soldiers!"

"Only in this way can bugs be completely eradicated! Only by opening up the barriers and restoring world sovereignty can we humans have a future!"

“The city cannot support the emergence of that future!”

"..."

After a brief argument, calm was restored.

This is an unsolvable knot.

"But you guys...why don't you consider conducting beyond-visual-range combat?" A voice suddenly came from a corner of the venue.

If it is poor, individual soldiers will penetrate it; if it is large, it will be covered by artillery fire.

You have been protecting the city with your soldier's life, how can you get the pleasure of washing your face with artillery fire?

Since manpower cannot maintain combat status within the domain of the master, why not consider bombing it to death outside the domain?

"What are we using for beyond-visual-range combat?" Someone immediately sneered, "It's not more than four hundred years ago!"

It is impossible to verify the time when bugs arrived on the planet. The reason why ancient humans were able to resist their initial ferocious offensive and reduce them to their current decadent posture was due to countless cutting-edge technologies.

At that time, satellites were all over the planet's orbit, spaceships and warships patrolled space, and space-based weapons could launch terrifying baptisms of artillery fire on the ground at any time.

It is a pity that an omnic rebellion from more than 400 years ago overturned all human technological achievements.

Now they don't even have cross-city communication technology, so why are they talking about beyond-visual-range combat?

The reason why humanity's current tactical system seems backward is that there is no network that connects all electronic devices. The currently used local area network can only support information transmission within a 10-kilometer diameter sphere, which limits the development of many systems.

After more than four hundred years of decline, if it were not for the endless soldiers to control these backward weapons, mankind would have perished long ago.

The man who put forward the opinion did not give up and stood up suddenly, "We can restart the network and establish a signal base station."

"Minister Leacock..." Someone called the man, but nothing more happened.

The man glanced around, but for a moment no one dared to look at him.

There was silence.

This is a heavy proposal, and no one dares to express it carelessly.

After a long period of dead silence, an old man on the stage knocked on the table and said softly, "The 500-year electronic silence agreement has not passed yet..."

"It's been 439 years! Do we still have to wait for 61 years!? After more than 400 years of silence, the electronic demon should have dissipated long ago. There is no need to be so conservative! I didn't expect that today's living environment would be so bad, and we would have to sacrifice How many lives? The agreed time is too conservative!"

"Who dares to guarantee it?"

"Those iron lumps wandering in the wilderness are waiting for their king to come back." Some sparse voices sounded everywhere.

Minister Leacock, who has a bit of a bookish air, is unafraid, "Times have changed, and now there is no mechanical environment like it was back then. Even if we drive away tigers and devour wolves, it will be much better than the current situation."

Makes some sense, but not much.

No one said anything, everyone looked at the old people behind the long table on the stage.

"No need to mention this proposal again!"

After a moment of whispering and exchanging opinions, the three old men made a unanimous decision.

Leacock clenched his fists so hard that his fingertips turned white...

"Just follow Weslin's suggestion and let some of the elite soldiers in the military camp undergo psychic stress resistance training first, especially the pilots of our combat mechas. I also hope that His Majesty the King of Night can arrange for a few reliable executive officers to help Our soldiers are familiar with confrontations in the psychic field. In addition... due to the failure of this battle and the heavy losses of combat mechas and personnel, the supply of genetic optimization fluid belonging to the military camp will be suspended this month, and the meeting will be adjourned!"