imperfections

But... how is this possible?

If Woolf's mainframe wasn't in the Ninth Military District, where would it be?

Have multiple hosts?

No, the situation of multiple hosts has been considered during the modeling, and the experimental results have clearly verified that there is indeed only one host.

In fact, the situation of only one host is realistic, because this thing is not a soft clay that can be formed by just pinching and throwing it in the oven. Even Marshal Woolf can make such a super artificial intelligence without anyone noticing. , It has already made people marvel at his control over the center of the alliance. Is it possible that it can still be mass-produced?And artificial intelligence Woolf has only been born for more than a month, and the first galaxy has been in turmoil, and it probably hasn't had time to make a backup clone for itself.

So, what's the problem?

"Your thinking is fine, modeling is fine, and calculation is fine." Thomas Yang, as the technical core of the Silver Ten Guards, was duty-bound to quickly check the data sent back by everyone.

Lu Bixing shifted his eyes to him with difficulty, and after hearing these three "no problem", his heart sank instead.

"careful!"

Before Lu Bixing could ask a question, the chasing group of artificial intelligence mechas had already rushed over, and the high-energy particle cannon slammed into the protective cover of the mecha. At this time, Lu Bixing's mecha was no longer heavy armor, and the protective cover vibrated violently , The gravity system in the mecha suddenly failed.

Lu Bixing staggered and fell directly into Thomas Yang's stereoscopic projection: "Then what's the problem?"

"Boss, the actual problem is not the application problem to be solved in the exam," Thomas Yang said, "any problem outside the conditions may appear... For example, your multi-layer encryption may have been hacked by artificial intelligence, which can make your collected The data don’t match the horse’s mouth; for example, is the interstellar waterway map of the first galaxy that you use to model must be accurate, what if there is a secret jump point that the high-level alliance army does not know? Or you simply..."

Thomas Yang's projection blurred under the interference of the particle cannon.Lu Bixing's soul was suppressed by the soothing agent No. [-], and he maintained his sanity, but his brain seemed to be dead.

"...You are simply wrong. The host may not exist in the way you imagined. According to historical records, the super artificial intelligence hosts in the old ephemeris era mostly existed in the form of ground or space bases, but the new ephemeris era Is it necessarily the same? What if the mainframe is not like you think, on a space station? Is it impossible for it to be a group of multiple space stations? Is it impossible to exist in a more alternative way? If so, the modeling premise is Wrong, Chief!"

The little mecha couldn't withstand the fierce firepower, and it moved around, struggling left and right. The people inside were like scraps of paper in a kaleidoscope. If it weren't for the decades of hard physical training of the Space Force, they would probably have spit out their brains long ago up.

Lu Bixing was slapped back and forth by the protective gas, and a guard yelled and stepped forward, trying to put a space suit on him.

"Chief, next... 呵啦... What should I do next?"

Lu Bixing was speechless.

He didn't know what to do, no one knew what to do.

Whether using wormholes to fight the time difference, or using yourself as a bait to lock the location of Woolf's mainframe, it's all a desperate attempt to survive.

Dancing on the tip of a knife, where are there so many "planB"?

If you know where your mistakes are and where your omissions are, maybe so many elites of the human coalition army gather together and have a brainstorm, and you can be quick-witted and follow the direction to make up for it.

But just as Thomas Young said, there is no problem with their thinking, modeling and inference. The problem lies in the "superclass" part, and there are infinite possibilities.

The scattered human coalition forces seemed to be locked prey one by one, each trapped in the encirclement, and the current resistance was nothing but a dying struggle.

Even if he, Lu Bixing, can boil his brains out, go through hardships and obstacles, and bring everyone together again, what else can he do to lock the host again?

And even if there is a god in the world, he can't stand the extinction of human beings, and a "Super Artificial Intelligence Shutdown Instructions" falls from the sky, how much time does he have to execute it?

How long has it been since the top ten famous swords invaded the eighth galaxy?

seven days?nine days?ten days?

Can Lin Jingheng wait for him for another ten days?

Can the eighth galaxy wait for him for another ten days?

The soothing agent No. [-] quietly lay in his veins, preventing him from collapsing and despairing.

Under the influence of external force, Lu Bixing thought calmly and rationally: "What if I hadn't given up on the Nuwa plan back then?"

The Nuwa project is very dangerous, the experimental subjects are close to death, and many unlucky people will die during the transformation process.Those who are unwilling to take risks will cling to their identities as ordinary people. Over time, classes will be divided, resources will be redistributed, intermarriage between evolved people and ordinary people will decrease, and the exchange of genes between each other will be regarded as a taboo... The world A lot of bad things happen in the world.

But remove all of the above, and he would have a group of supermen.

The superman armed forces are extremely capable of resisting the attack of the spiritual network, they are sharp in hearing and eyesight, and can stay awake all the time, and their physical fitness is so strong that they exceed the level of the best space army without any training.

Superman technicians are tireless and full of energy. The technological explosion of the eighth galaxy will be further accelerated, and new technologies, new weapons, and new economic growth points will emerge one after another.

Anyway, he is now charged with this crime. If he had been more decisive back then, and dared to go his own way like Lin Jingshu, and carry out the Nuwa plan, would civil war not break out, and the strength of the eighth galaxy is far from what it is now?

So... can they not have to resort to risky tactics like they do now, with no hope of defeating artificial intelligence?

Maybe, as Thomas said, the direction was wrong in the first place.

Maybe the world doesn't need a timid person leading the way.

The Eighth Galaxy——

The AI ​​Corps has gone one step further.

"Be careful, sir," Zhan Lu suddenly sent a message to Lin Jingheng in the spirit network, "They are too close."

Lin Jingheng was shocked.

As soon as Zhanlu finished speaking, several supply ships came from the eighth galaxy.

The supply ship is a "truck", which is basically automatic. The supply ship is mainly energy-saving, efficient and cost-saving. When it was designed, no one thought that one day their enemy would be artificial intelligence.At this time, these self-driving supply ships suddenly lost control collectively, and rushed into their own camp from behind like crazy, food and medicine supply ships were fine, and several of them were armed ammunition carriers!

"Get out of the way!"

The out-of-control supply ships blew themselves up collectively, and several mechas around them who had no time to dodge were sucked into the explosion. The Self-Defense Force of the Eighth Galaxy was attacked from the front and back, like a broken flag with two openings.

Lin Jingheng was thrown onto the wall by the weightless mecha, and there was a muffled sound from his back. The ring box in his pocket was lost and just slipped through the gap of the protective gas. He couldn't get it, so he just rolled out.

"Damn it, how long does it take for their broken anti-missile system?"

At this time, Lin Jingheng didn't have time to care about it. He didn't organize the team, and directly drove the mecha into the middle of the artificial intelligence army. The speed was increased to the highest that the mecha could bear, and it was almost possible to start an emergency jump.The leader, Yongyeon, immediately locked the command ship where the commander-in-chief of the Self-Defense Forces was located, and all the small artificial intelligence mechas around him closed towards him——

"Liu Yuanzhong!"

When Liu Yuanzhong saw the command ship moving, he immediately understood and was ready to cooperate with him. At this time, taking advantage of Longyuan being swept away by the command ship, he rushed in from the other side, and Baiyin Liu cleaned up the area very efficiently. A whole row of artificial intelligence mechas blocking the way, and artificial intelligence missiles also followed Lin Jingheng by a dozen like clouds chasing the moon. The three parties intertwined end to end, almost forming a closed loop.

Zhanlu: "Be careful they use particle cannons to interfere with your shipping lanes."

As soon as he finished speaking, another artificial intelligence army came up, a row of high-energy particle cannons crashed into it, sparks exploded from the shield of the small mecha, and it was pushed fiercely towards the group of stalking missiles behind it .

At this moment, Lin Jingheng suddenly unloaded his arsenal—the stock in his arsenal had already bottomed out, and he pushed it out in such a way that only the little firepower remained and collided with a few enemy missiles. The particle flow, the weapon arsenal is like a sunflower that suddenly blooms, and the mecha that is separated from it is just in the quiet center of the storm, getting out of the torrent of energy.

The silver six who arrived drove Longyon to a dead end, smashing the arrogant super heavy armor into a sieve.

Liu Yuanzhong succeeded in one blow, and his legs went limp: "You scared me to tears, Commander!"

Lin Jingheng had no time to comfort the crying General Liu—the heavy armor of the self-defense army was severely damaged, and the field was full of small mechas. The small mechas are highly mobile, but they are destined to not carry many weapons and energy, and the supplies must keep up. At this time, even the arsenal of the command ship has bottomed out, which shows that they are in urgent need of supplies.

The wave of emergency supplies just now was intercepted by artificial intelligence, which made things worse.

"Commander, I..."

Before Li Fulan finished speaking, Zhan Lu in the spirit network had already reported first: "Baiyin is shrinking its troops on the one hand, judging that the ammunition is insufficient."

Zhan Lu's judgment is also the judgment of the other party's artificial intelligence. Lin Jingheng immediately ordered: "Bayer, support!"

The artificial intelligence corps suddenly pressed up, but Bayer failed to catch up. The almost exhausted Bai Yinyi had nothing to hit, and was immediately scattered.

The line of defense is broken!

First galaxy.

In the communication channel, people called the chief in a hurry, Lu Bixing waved away the guards and guards who tried to stuff him into the space suit or the ecological cabin: "I..."

He made a big move this time, the notebook in the inner pocket of the coat just fell out, and floated out of the mid-air in the mech with an unstable gravity system. The old notebook was not restrained, and several sheets of paper were torn off by him.

Lu Bixing rolled the notebook in his arms carelessly, feeling sorry for this "treasure of the town hall" that could enter the memorial hall, but at the next moment, his eyes accidentally glanced at the few pieces of paper that he had torn off, which happened to be the same as "He Records of the last battle of the Prince of Wales.

"...Wotto needs to be closed at that time, and Prince Hells must be trapped. This must be ensured. Hubert, the fate of all mankind is in your hands. No matter what happens at that time, Prince Hells will not disappear. , must not open the 'Magic Box'..."

When they trap Prince Hells, it is Woolf himself who is in charge of sealing up Watto.

It was as if a ray of light flowed into his brain along the gap in the torn paper——

Woolf personally closed Watteau.

The first galaxy that Wulf personally closed.

The 20-year-old Woolf said categorically that "artificial intelligence without a permission framework will definitely become our enemy in the end."

"The fate of all mankind is in your hands."

Before departure, Commander Nagus of the third galaxy said anxiously, "My third galaxy, can you wait until I go back?"

Without the main force, can the major galaxies with empty internal defenses really wait for six years?

all mankind...

Without disappearing, the "Magic Box" must never be opened.

"Give me the interstellar waterway map of the Ninth Military Region." Lu Bixing raised his head suddenly.

The route map of the first galaxy in his personal terminal immediately focused on the ninth military region - the ninth military region is the area closest to the direction of the second galaxy. The location of the garrison and the position of each transition point are very clear on the route map.

Thomas Young: "Chief, what's the matter?"

"The test results clearly show that the host is in the Ninth Military Region." Lu Bixing quickly organized his thoughts, "Uncle Bu has successfully cleared the transition point in the outermost circle of the Ninth Military Region, but Woolf's host has not been isolated successfully, which means that although the host Located in the Ninth Military Region, but not in the isolation circle..."

Thomas Yang: "What do you mean, Commander Boss bombed the wrong transition point? No...the mechas are automatically locked according to the interstellar waterway map, and it is impossible to slip by hand."

"The transition point on the outermost circle of the Ninth Military Region is not the circle we locked, there is still here."

"Wait," Hope interjected, "That transition point belongs to the key point of the Alliance's transition network. When it connects to the first and second galaxies and attacks the Pirate Freedom Corps, isn't it already blown up?"

"The bombed transition point has lost its function, but it is still on the transition network."

"Chief, do you know what energy level a transition point is?" Posson Yang frowned and said, "Especially this kind of key traffic network, where people come and go, can be repaired within a year or so after the bombing. How can the eight galaxies be closed for a hundred years, and can only enter and exit through the natural wormhole area?"

"The jump point communicates time and space, and is also part of the long-distance communication network," Lu Bixing had already sent the coordinates to the driver without any explanation, "but the energy required for the two functions is not at the same level, right?"

Poisson Yang was taken aback.

Lu Bixing: "Follow me, otherwise do you have any other options now?"

This sentence is true, anyway, everyone is confused and at a loss, whoever stands up and points in any direction, everyone will follow.

"Let's gamble once." Lu Bixing said in a low voice.

Hope heard: "What are you betting on, Mr. Lu?"

"Marshal Woolf, who bet that he personally sealed off Votto and exploded the beginning of the new ephemeris era, who has been submerged for 300 years, is not a brainless sociopath who just wants to lean over in the computer forever." Lu Bixing said to himself. Said, "Isolating Lin Jingshu, although it prevents the chip empire of the Freedom Legion from coming, it also prevents other galaxies from waiting for rescue. The world turns around every five years, and six years is enough for human beings to be destroyed once. He should not have thought of this—— —”

Hope: "Huh?"

Poisson Yang ordered decisively: "After the silver is broken three times!"

Baiyin Mitsukoshi came out to block the artificial intelligence's pursuit, and Lu Bixing led his miscellaneous army to make an emergency leap.

"Thanks, brother."

They shot out of the swamp like an arrow leaving the string, pointing in an inexplicable direction.

The artificial intelligence mechs along the way rushed up wave after wave.

"The Border Guards of the First Galaxy will help you cut off the heir, Chief Lu."

"We belong to the Central Army of the Second Galaxy, Chief Lu, you go first—"

The miscellaneous soldiers who were mixed together peeled off layer by layer, like armor after layer, blocking the pursuers.

Lu Bixing has made four consecutive emergency jumps and has reached the blocked border of the first galaxy.

"Well, we're the only ones left." Hope sighed, "Can we preach legally in the future, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Bixing said firmly: "Dream, unless I step down."

"Oh, alright." The Great Prophet shrugged, "Then... the Interstellar Pirate Anti-Wu will kill you, for the sake of life and nature."

The Anti-Ukraine Society stopped the last batch of pursuers, and Lu Bixing's mecha accelerated again.

He saw that there was a huge man-made space station at the jump point that should have been blown up and was in ruins.

In the eighth galaxy, the super heavy armored Chi Xiao tore through the defense line of the self-defense army. Lin Jingheng couldn't control anything else, and jumped directly to intercept it.

Turan hissed: "Commander, your arsenal has been unloaded!"

Is he really going to die as a roadblock?

I want them to explain to Lu Bixing again like she did back then...

Lin Jingheng had already come out of the transition point, facing Chi Xiao directly.

At this moment, a message from Galaxy City suddenly came: "Report—"

"The interstellar anti-missile system has been erected and debugged!"