Data Wasteland

Seventeen hours before the steam corpse kun invaded the Black Earth Continent...

"The steam corpse kun was found, the location, the sea area southwest of the Black Earth continent, the flying speed, 23.5 knots, and it is expected to pass through the 27th, 15th, 0th, 3rd, 39th districts..."

The icy voice echoed in the gloomy underground space, and dots of green light lingered among the chaotic pipelines.

"Chen Xing survival rate, zero..."

"Steam corpse kun foraging correction parameter parameter zero zero nine seven, blizzard correction parameter zero zero zero zero three one, earthquake correction parameter zero zero zero zero eight five, tsunami correction parameter..."

"Chen Xing survival rate, zero..."

"Limited interference, reasonableness, 85 percent, exposure probability, 1.5 percent..."

"Interfere with the decision and request the support of the Gratam Tribe United Kingdom..."

A few hours later, in the Ivory City Global Data Security Monitoring Center, a young apprentice wearing glasses grabbed a report and hurriedly walked into the office of the university man on duty.

"Tutor, there is a situation!" the young apprentice said hastily.

The gray-bearded old man was swinging the glassware on the desk. Facing the anxious young apprentice, the old man waved his hand without raising his head, motioning to the other party and so on.

An alcohol lamp is burning under the glassware, and the steam flows in the glass pipe, enters the container filled with coffee beans, and finally turns into a strong drop of coffee, which drips into the white porcelain cup.

"Young people, we are academics, we shouldn't be anxious, even if it's a big thing, we have to speak slowly..."

The old man spoke slowly, added a cube of sugar to the cup, stirred it with a small silver spoon, and took a sip.

"Thank you for your mentor's reminder." The young scholar nodded, then put down the report and said, "This is how it happened. Two and a half hours ago, Nova sent a request for support to the Gratam tribe United Kingdom because of a steaming corpse. Entered the Black Death Continent to search for food. We repeatedly checked the data and found that the course of action of this corpse Kun did not pose a threat to any safety..."

The old man frowned slightly, leaned forward, and opened the report on the table.

"Take a step back, even if it poses a threat to security, reconstruction is enough, and there is no need to seek assistance from Saudi Arabia.

In the survival convention, exiles are not citizens and have no right to be protected..."

"Speak to the conclusion directly." The old man interrupted the apprentice and said.

"Uh..." The young apprentice choked, paused for a few seconds, and said again, "We have reason to believe that this is a calculation error, or a potential threat..."

"Stop!" The old man interrupted the apprentice again, his tone became sharp, "Don't guess wildly!"

"Isn't the data in the report very clear!" The old man patted the table and said, "The corpse Kun will pass the edge of the zero zone. As the guardian of mankind, Nova must kill unforeseen dangers in the cradle."

"Yes, but..." The young apprentice was hesitant to speak, and wanted to argue, but hesitated.

"What's the difference between what you said and the group of stinky scumbags at the World Bank!" The old man became more and more angry, picked up the report on the table and smashed the apprentice. "I have been here for almost ten years, and I still can't tell the difference. What is right, what is wrong, what should be doubted, and what should not be doubted!"

"Nova is the treasure of mankind, the foundation of Ivory City, and the core of maintaining the stability of the world. Those bankers who suffer from deep persecution delusions dream of shutting her down, and then kick us out of the committee, so that the whole world will become Their slave!"

The old man seemed to be very angry, his gray beard trembling, his eyes bulging like flounder,

"I, I was wrong..." the young apprentice said crampedly with a cold sweat on his forehead.

Seeing the apprentice confessing his mistake, the old man's tone eased, "It is a good thing to dare to explore, seek knowledge, and doubt everything, as I did when I was young..." He picked up the white porcelain cup, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "But you Understand that some things are not as simple as they might seem on the surface. The Treasury Council has been watching us all the time, and every time we get a little bit of trouble, it will make a big fuss. Just like the "Ross Incident" of the previous year, after investigating for most of the day, it turned out to be a review Person’s decimal point is wrong."

"Nova has been serving mankind for two hundred years. Although there may be mistakes in astronomical probability, it is minimal. We must be careful not to let our opponents take advantage of it."

"I understand." The young scholar nodded and said, then bowed and bowed. "Thank you for your teaching."

"Go back, don't be reckless in the future." The old man raised his hand and signaled the apprentice to leave.

At the same time, the three aircraft carrier squadrons of the Gratam tribe of the United Kingdom moved closer to the waters southwest of the Black Dead Continent and dispatched the legendary powerhouse Michael Luoluo, so this scene Chen Xing is seeing now.

The water mist evaporates in the sky, and the huge body is looming. The migratory locusts flew quickly, and gradually formed a black tornado.

On the top of the mountain, the golden armored guard screamed from the sky, and several meters of light wing sprang up behind him. He rotated the sickle in his hand and turned into a meteor to kill the insects.

In a blink of an eye, the two torrents collided. The killing sound shook the sky, the broken corpses of insects fell like raindrops, and the torn golden armored guards turned into yellow sand and filled the sky. According to the members of the Sandmen, the Golden Legion of McCorrow was transformed from the sand, immortal and immortal.

Sure enough, the scattered yellow sand gathered into a human form again and joined the battle again. The insect swarm was gradually torn open, and thousands of golden guards flew into the steam group.

"Woo..."

The corpse Kun let out a harsh sirens, and the steam rolled in all directions like boiling water.

Chen Xing couldn't help being a little curious, the corpse Kun was big and heavy, and apart from the migratory locusts parasitizing in his body, he couldn't see any attack methods at all. Although the migratory locusts are powerful, they are only against the low-level combat units. They are not worth mentioning in front of the strong, and they simply cannot hold up the title of "Ancient God".

Between thoughts, the battle in the sky changed drastically. The steam mass shrinks inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is a black hole in the middle, sucking in everything around it.

The huge body of the corpse kun appeared, swallowing the sky with a big mouth, siphoning the sun and the moon, sucking the insect swarm and the Golden Guardian into the body, and disappeared invisible.

The wind and sand blew up again, and on the top of the mountain appeared gold-robed mages holding gems and long staffs. His face was sallow, his eye sockets were hollow, and he was full of weathered corpses.

The jewels on the head of the stick bloomed, and beams of light with a thick thumb shot towards the corpse Kun. A lot of black smoke came out of the hit area, the temperature seemed to be very high, and the burnt smell instantly swept the world.

"Woo..."

The corpse Kun slowly turned his body around, and the eyes on the centerline of his body were flickering and dimming, as if something was brewing.

Chen Xing felt a slight tingling pain on his scalp. He immediately realized that something was going to happen, and shouted, "Don't look at it, go in!"

In the next moment, the ground shook and the mountain shook, and sand and stones poured down from the top of the mountain.