Chapter 71 The Mission of the Synthetic Man
After everyone is killed, Qin Xia will return on his own.
That's what he thought in his heart, but just like this uprising, plans can never keep up with changes.
When the gladiators came out of the corridor, they saw not only the entrance and exit of the arena, but also a large number of enemies.
Security Omnics Those originally designed for labor production are not qualified to appear here at all.
The elite guards, four-legged combat machines, and omni-devices specifically used for combat are the biggest obstacles between the purpose of escaping and the gladiators.
The elite guards also formed a phalanx from the cold weapon era, but they were obviously experienced in hundreds of battles. They were not afraid of the gladiators and the wizards among the gladiators, and the silver vines formed in front of them. There was a bunker, and their guns were mounted on gun bodies formed by silver vines.
As for those combat omni-machines, they are inlaid with large areas of thick armor and are nearly four meters tall. Their arms are integrated with claws and swords, and their shoulders are equipped with two large-caliber long-range weapons.
There are five of these terrifying looking black iron men standing in front of the Guards.
On the chest of each combat omnic, ancient non-Nukerian language characters are engraved.
[The travel security service of Nuceria Company is really bad, but here comes a certain noble Earthling who stayed while traveling in 211.M19. 】
The combat omnics issued a thick and cold warning sound at the same moment.
“Employees of the Arena Project and company contract workers must abide by company guidelines and are prohibited from leaving their jobs without permission!”
“First warning.”
"Return to work immediately or you will be shot."
The ancient warning sounds programmed by the omnics were unintelligible to the gladiators.
Qin Xia could understand, but had no other choice at this time. He raised his hand to prop up a circular psychic barrier covering everyone.
The gladiators are also prepared to approach their enemies protected by psychic barriers and then fight to the death.
Kleist floated half a meter above the ground thanks to the anti-gravity spear, his eyes fixed on the enemies in front of him.
Yochula protected his brother and Theseus behind him.
But just as the war was about to begin, a large anti-gravity aircraft slowly descended from the sky attracted everyone's attention.
The aircraft is printed with the crown crest of the Tarc family.
The Guardsmen on the ground wanted to open fire, but when they saw clearly who was sitting in the aircraft, they all put down their weapons and allowed the aircraft to land.
The person who stepped off the aircraft was not a member of the Tarke family, but Salo, whose head had been blown off by Qin Xia.
“Go back to the arena.” Salo ordered all the gladiators coldly, “These five combat omnics are enough to kill you all!”
The gladiators were unmoved.
Qin Xia looked at Salo and noticed something was wrong with him.
Saro also glanced at Qin Xia and slowly walked to the front, regardless of the dissuasion of the Guards officers.
Standing further forward than the guards and omnics, Salo faced the gladiators, smiled, and closed his eyes.
When the eyes opened again, a large number of dense symbols were flowing inside, like the running stage of some kind of program displayed on the screen.
All the combat omnics turned around at the same time, and the heavy weapons on their shoulders released two spheres. The spheres shattered silently the moment they left the muzzle. A large number of tiny smart ammunition killed the Guardsmen present in an instant.
"Detection...detected...forced intrusion..."
"Anti-data intrusion program...started...started..."
"started...started ...Start..."
"You have been granted permission... Have a nice day at work, Mr. Security Manager"
Facing the astonished gladiators, Salo's body surface fluctuated, and his whole body changed back to its original appearance.
“Hi.”
Brown raised his hand as always and greeted Qin Xia with a smile.
"Brown?" Qin Xia was surprised, "I thought you died together with Tarke!"
Speaking of this, Brown felt a little guilty: "He was suddenly broken by others. His spine was broken, and I didn’t even notice any movement, but he wasn’t dead.”
"Not dead?" Qin Xia was even more surprised.
"Well." Brown nodded, looking very sad, "He wore the armor that could bind his soul to activate the bomb hidden under the city of Desia, and then he asked me to leave and find a Spend thousands of years in a safe place."
Qin Xia nodded first, then raised his eyebrows: "Then you came to us?"
Brown nodded as well.
Looking at the blank-faced gladiators, the stone man thought for a moment and spoke slowly.
"Our species of stone people...or the species of synthetic humans."
"The reason why we were designed is that humans want us to serve the human race's pursuit of civilization and advancement."
"I am not the high-level stone man with great magical powers who is either an inventor or a manager as you say. I am just a role-playing NPC created by an entertainment industry company, a lowly stone man."
"But I am indeed a synthetic human, a stone human."
Brown's eyes fell on Qin Xia's face again.
"When my compatriots have withered away and the human species has fallen into barbarism and ignorance, I have to stand up and do something."
"You talk about my dream, the one that turned Nuceria into The dream of returning to the amusement park is impossible."
"Maybe you even think I'm crazy..."
Brown's chatterbox problem strikes again.
But Qin Xia listened very carefully and enjoyed Brown's every word.
"But I thought about it and felt that what I was pursuing was not just the playground."
Brown shrugged, with a forced smile on his face.
“I am pursuing that era.”
“In that era, terrifying weapons were effective against the enemies they were supposed to face.”
“ Artists, managers, scientists, businessmen... they vent the ineradicable dark side of the human species in this place. When they leave this place, they are still noble and rational." "Not like they are now. Like humans, every human living on Nuceria is a savage and dark slave master or slave from birth to death, forever engaged in a role-playing game that they play against their will."
"It's this, what I'm pursuing is this."
"After thinking about this, I decided to take on the responsibility of my extinct high-level stone people compatriots. Perhaps as a low-level person, I The functional stone ability is not enough...but I have to do something."
"Serving mankind, this is my origin and mission."
"Design and manufacture me and my compatriots. The people are gone, but the things they made are still there and can protect their descendants.”
"I hope that in the history written by human historians in the future, after mankind has fallen into darkness and ignorance, a low-function stone man born in the era of light will do what the powerful stone men who have become extinct will do - defend And serve the interests of the entire human race, rather than an amusement park, until the eternal and infinite life of this stone man ends at a certain stage of this mission."
"..."
Qin Xia. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "We can start from Nuceria."
Brown held Qin Xia's hand: "By the way, I just went to the slave's residence and let him go. Many people, and some people, plan to join you after hearing about you."
Brown said and raised his hand to the aircraft, and the door at the rear of the aircraft opened, revealing a large number of weapons and equipment inside. A slave, and some supplies.
"Yochula! Yochuka!"
The two brothers standing among the gladiators heard their most longed-for call, and this voice made them immediately run towards the source of the sound.
The mother of the two brothers was so excited that she burst into tears and hugged her running sons.
Brown looked at Qin Xia and made an invitation gesture towards the aircraft: "Please get on the ace pilot Brown's plane."
"You are the undoubted ace pilot." Qin Xia smiled Smile, turn around and wave to the gladiators, "Get on the helicopter!"
...
The large anti-gravity aircraft rose into the sky.
Carrying the people, materials, weapons and equipment that brought liberation to ourselves.
There are also combat omnics.
When Brown's hand touched the outer shell of the aircraft, the originally invisible aircraft became invisible, although only on a visual level.
Brown glanced at Qin Xia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stretched out his hand to press the player switch, and the ancient music playlist collected by the stone man began to cycle.
"Where is the target?" Brown asked.
"The desert is our refuge from sandstorms." Qin Xia replied.
Brown nodded: "The target has been set five hundred kilometers away."
The music player changed the music played according to Brown's thoughts.
"If you miss the train I took, it means that I have sadly left alone~"
"Listen to the whistle that stretches for hundreds of miles~one hundred miles and one hundred miles~carry me away. ~"
Listening to the music, Qin Xia asked in surprise: "Five Hundred Miles? Where did you get this song?"
Brown's hands were on the rudder, flexibly. The body swayed slowly as the music fluctuated: "Seventeen thousand years ago, a tourist collected ancient music players, and then he left one of the players behind."
"Ancient relics." Qin Xia looked out the window of the aircraft.
Using the spirit makes him feel tired, though only tired.
The large aircraft flew smoothly through the air, passing through the chaotic places on the ground.
Outside the city of Desia, the Guards and omnics are attacking the city.
The High Knights flew in the air through various ancient technological relics. Among them, the High Knights who used weapons of mass destruction released beams of light, piercing a large hole in the huge metal city wall.
But these have nothing to do with the aircraft flying invisible at this time and everyone inside.
The gladiators who had just experienced a bloody battle were listening to melodious music and thinking about the future in the cargo hold with anticipation or fear.
“One hundred and one hundred miles, take me away~”
“Listen to the whistle that stretches for hundreds of miles~”
Outside the city of Desia, a man was The officers who were forced to use ancient tactics and could only use their lives to attack the city looked at the sky, looking at the high knights floating in the air with tears in their eyes.
An army composed of slaves and civilians who had been selected by Tarke with brutal methods were fighting to the death with the invaders on the streets.
"Carrying everything~leaving home~"
In the cargo hold of the aircraft, Theseus and Yochuka were lying by the window, looking outside.
In the direction of Desia City, a ball of light slowly rose, covering half of the city.
The whole area was like daylight.
Brown turned back and looked out the window sadly: "The engineering bomb. I helped Tarke find it, and he detonated it..."
"Now I am in rags~"
At the boundary between the hot red sand desert and the man-made oasis, a lizard lying on a stone felt the abnormal gravity coming from the air and immediately crawled under the stone.
“One hundred miles~and another hundred miles~”
The aircraft went deep into the desert in the air.
Atop the endless red sand, on the wall of the Murray family's fortress territory, the officer looked at the light ball rising in the direction of Desia City and clinked glasses with his men.
Talking and laughing about who will win this internal fight among the nobles.
People have various opinions, but they all have a consensus.
No matter how far the infighting among the nobles goes, those who are truly unscathed and can reap huge benefits will only appear in one place.
That is the Murray family.
At least it is in the fortress territory of the Murray family.
(End of this chapter)