I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

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Earth calendar 2909 AD.

It is the time when everything is resurrected on the earth, and winter comes to spring.

In the unnamed fleet, Tong Ling slowly stood up from the freezer compartment, and countless pieces of combat obedience flew out of the eight carrying boxes next to the freezer compartment, spinning in the sky, one by one at a very fast speed. Stitching on her body.

Her freezer is unique, with a huge separate warehouse.

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

This is to facilitate when there is an urgent task requirement, Tong Ling can enter the armor as soon as he wakes up and intervene in the battle.

For many years, she has always been the pin of the Unknown Fleet.

It is the same now, and even more important than ever.

At any time, in the hearts of any generation, her existence has extremely noble meaning.

The successors of the fleet have never seen the rise of mankind on a lone star, and the faltering and difficult obstacles of the entire Morrowind Empire step by step. They lack awe of the colonial pioneers from generation to generation, and they always think that human technology, from It is a simple matter 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 pain when the pioneers left their homes to go to the distant starry sky when the technological level was not enough, and desperately struggled with the alien nature.

They take everything they have now for granted. The alien storms, the invasion of alien creatures, and the catastrophe-class ship failure that caused the destruction of the entire army that the ancestors encountered when they explored the planet are ancient stories, not their own. The blood and tears shed by the ancestors.

However, in the process of their growth, almost everyone has seen the living legend with their own eyes, and saw Tong Ling wearing the wounded armor for thousands of times, and then rushing into the enemy line with the armor that was repaired thousands of times.

Everyone knows that it is precisely because Tong Ling has given up her soul and turned herself into the sharpest knife, the most powerful warrior, and the most conscientious instructor of mankind so far, that mankind can sail for two hundred years. It avoids the risk of exposure time and time again, arrives at its current location, and reproduces its current population.

There is no doubt that Tong Ling is a living legend in the fleet.

The Free Will Alliance denies the significance of the fleet's advancement, denies the most lofty ideals pursued by the first generation, denies the oaths made by the first generation expedition members represented by Qin Guang when they advance, but it has never denied Tong Ling's fear of sacrifice. Bravery and the prestigious name that has been won over and over again in armored battles.

Free will launched a coup, and also deliberately selected Tong Ling's sleeping period during regular flight.

Some people even want to take away Tong Ling from freezing, hoping that when Totem wakes up, he can see a new wave of human civilization in another star system.

But what should happen will happen eventually.

The sharpest sword of mankind is only unsheathed when it is most critical.

Tong Ling, who has straightened all her feelings, 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 a person or a compound eye or something else.

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

The two points are oneself and the enemy, and the first line is the line of blood shot when the enemy is smashed.

Tong Ling completed the exchange of information with the Doomsday Suppression Program in only 0.1 second.

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

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

The lesser part is red and is human.

This is the first time that humans have marked their ships in red since they entered the interstellar age.

In the course of history, in fact, some things will happen sooner or later, unstoppable.

Due to the existence of Chen Feng and the belief passed down by Chen Feng, the birth of his own red color has been postponed by hundreds of years, but some things will be late, but not less.

Civilization is like a person. In a person's life, some cancer cells will be produced in the body.

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

If left alone or the immune system fails to work, cancer cells will continue to spread until they swallow the whole person.

The T100 equipment self-test is on.

The self-check is fast.

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

As Tong Ling's armor self-inspection was about to be completed, a group of free will fighters wearing portable armors of almost the same height appeared in front of Tang Yingyu's room.

Bang!

The door was blasted open.

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

She can no longer see the beautiful virtual starry sky.

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

The movement behind did not make Tang Yingku turn her head. She still looked into the distance, pressing her left hand on the window frame, and stroking her right hand on her belly.

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

When Bill Creston raised his right hand and pointed the energy beam on his forearm at Tang Yingyu's door, his expression was distorted and angry.

His eyes are full of anger that wants to consume the stars.

The tensed muscles of his clenched teeth looked like a tight nuclear bomb just before the explosion.

Before becoming a fighter, Bill Crest was a member of the chromosome 11 organization of the Nuwa Project's Chromosome Information Institute.

The content of his work is very boring and uncreative. It is to constantly check whether the permutations and combinations in chromosome 11 are feasible with intelligence.

The work content is to obtain a new set of data from the previous paragraph, enter it into the intelligent core, start the calculation, wait for the data to collapse during the calculation, and then find the point of the collapse, and judge and filter the possible causes of the collapse through human subjective thinking. Organize it into a table and report it to the Nuwa Planning Command Center.

In the entire artificial gene grouping work, this is already a relatively late process, and there is no clear evaluation of success or failure. Its work content is all based on the chromosomes formed in the previous process according to the depth of information, and constantly adjusted permutations and combinations. On the carrier.

From adulthood in 2877 and passing the entry assessment, Bill has been dealing with chromosome 11 for thirty years.

Thirty years have been like a day. At the moment when he opened his eyes every day, the data packets that appeared in his retina were the data packets from the previous process.

As the third generation of human beings, Bill is active by nature, tall and big.

Having been engaged in such a boring work for many years, looking at the two points and one line of his life, he seemed to be able to see the end at a glance. His heart gradually became impatient and hopeless, and he became inexplicable for Tang Yingku, the only recipient of the Nuwa Project, which he had never met. Feelings of hatred.

The moment the tentacles of the Free Will Alliance touched him, he joined them without hesitation, and began to receive military training after 2907.

In just two years, Bill Creston became an A-class combatant.

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

In his heart, it was Tang Yingyu, a non-productive woman who destroyed his life and made him have to fall into the eternal torment of that unlucky job.

Now that he had the opportunity to attack the resident ship, he did not hesitate to lead his team to kill here.

Before blasting the door open, he didn't plan what to do next, maybe he just wanted to smash the door to 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 Yingku's back, and the ray gun on his arm was aimed at the back of this man's head, but he was lost in confusion.

kill?

do not kill?

Killing her can make Nuwa's plan into a dream bubble, so that all people who have suffered the same way as yourself can get soul relief?

but……

Bill's emotions told him, pull the trigger.

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

But reason is telling him that this plan is of great importance, and it is related to the great future of mankind that is far away and has nothing to do with itself.

Pulling the trigger this time is destined to make myself a historical sinner even more notorious than Judas. At the same time, it completely denies my life in the previous 30 years and the meaning of more people's dedication and struggle for it.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Captain, there are eight Doomsday Guardian Type II coming to our side, and there are still 30 seconds to arrive, what should we do? Really...really want to kill her?"

After two seconds of painful thinking for Bill, his team members reminded him in a hurry.

The Doomsday Guardians are not the standing force of the fleet. In the past, this kind of individual intelligent weapon similar in size to ordinary humans only exists in the brain's database.

However, with the outbreak of armed conflict, the doomsday suppression program began to create this new type of combat unit in each ship at an extremely fast speed. Its function is to eliminate the rebels inside the spacecraft, with powerful strength, explosive performance and fierce firepower.

Bill Crestton was shocked when he heard the words, his eyes condensed quickly, and his finger muscles slowly tightened.

Bang!

This shot did not hit Tang Yingyu.

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

Compared with regular fleet fighters, the combat uniforms of Free Will Alliance soldiers are not equipped with a medical security system that requires the support of super artificial intelligence servers. This type of fatal injury to the torso cannot be cured. It can only be achieved by injecting hormones and physically sealing the wounds. Short life extension.

"what are you doing!"

Bill looked at this man dumbfounded.

The person who was hit slowly took off his helmet, mouth after mouthful of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

This is a young face with a painful and distorted expression on his face.

This person is another player of Bill, a third-generation teenager.

"Captain, she is Nuwa! She is the brethren of the philosopher'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 Own will."

Under the stimulation of hormones, the free-will fighter with a hole in his chest finished saying this, and then fell down suddenly.

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

Bill's gaze slowly moved up from the corpse of his teammate, and then he met Tang Yingyu.

His breathing stopped, and his heart seemed to be pinched.

His mind was blank, only a few lingering questions emerged.

What kind of eyes are these?

Why is it so hollow, yet as deep as a galaxy, yet there seems to be a sea of ​​blood boiling inside?

What are the thoughts in this woman's mind every day?

Does she know that she is reproductively isolated from humans?

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

What does she think of the human being who created her?

Does she know the meaning of her existence?

When Bill was stunned, the teammates in the rear reminded him again that the Guardians of Doom was about to arrive.

"Knock her out, grab her, and send her to freezing!"

Bill finally made a decision, slowly raising his leg and walking forward.

But in the next moment, Tang Yingyu's empty eyes suddenly focused, no longer confused, only the killing intent was soaring to the sky.

Tang Yingyu's slender left hand lightly patted the window frame, and her figure disappeared.

Bill flopped.

In the next instant, Tang Yingyu appeared next to the fallen soldier's corpse, and with his right hand drew the neutron membrane tactical dagger from the soldier's waist.

As soon as she drew her sword, her dagger seemed to be gently flicked on the floor, splashing into the sky.

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

The blade stabbed in front of a player.

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

Tang Yingyu's knife cut into the slit of the snake scale structure of the armor neck guard with extreme accuracy.

Liquid began to sway in the weightless cabin, both red blood and crystal tears.

"Shoot! Kill her!"

Bill Creston watched another teammate fall, fell into great panic and anger, and again tried to target Tang Yingyu amid continuous roars.

However, Tang Yingku's movements were too fast, and she couldn't aim at all with her ray gun.

His team members fell one by one.

Bill didn't hesitate anymore, he took a step back and opened the cover on the back of his right hand. There was a red button.

After pressing down, his portable armor will instantly release all its energy, creating a serious explosion.

At this time, the Nuwa Planning Working Group, who was in charge of taking care of Tang Yinghu's diet, daily life and health in the resident ship, had already fallen into great chaos and panic.

The distress signal was sent out like a volcanic eruption.

More and more doomsday guardians rushed here.

At the same time, a woman's voice rang out in the mind capture group of the working group.

This is Tang Yingyu's psychological activity. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

In the past few decades, this mind-capturing team can only collect empty white noise. This is the first time in history that Tang Yingyu has found human consciousness in Tang Yingyu's brain.

"I don't know why I live and why I fight.

Perhaps I am as you say, a stumbling block in the lives of countless of you.

But I don’t have to confess, because I did nothing wrong.

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

I don't want to kill you either.

I want to make friends with you.

I am really, very painful. "

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