Chapter 60: Hot All Network (Seeking to Read)

Author: Scarlet Echo

Chapter 60: Hot All Network (Seeking to Read)

After Yuyu Kuaidong agreed to the application for "AO", he found that the new video was uploaded to his personal email.

He didn't care much about this. After all, in this era, due to the popularity of AI, some middle and lower-level professions have largely declined or even disappeared.

For example, basic accounting work, lower-level painter work, etc.

But this is obviously not the reason why humans do not use AI.

For example, the short video produced by Yuyu Kuaidong this time, the series of AI-generated illustrations in the beginning of "Baiying" would have cost tens of thousands of yuan if it were in the era before the establishment of the People's Alliance.

The most important thing is that many illustrators with poor painting skills cannot draw well. Not only do they waste money, they also waste a lot of time and energy, and they cannot get the effect they want.

But now you only need a little mouse to complete your needs, so why not?

He heard that there is a group of advanced AI in the Human Resources that occupy enough computing power of supercomputers and can almost completely abandon conventional and repetitive related work and achieve super-high completion in the shortest time.

The "AO" that can support "The Gate of the Netherworld" is obviously one of them.

After all... not every advanced AI can claim to be a "intelligent brain". Only when the supercomputing power that supports AI meets the standards can AI obtain the title of intelligent brain given by human alliances.

For example, in your country, the most famous intelligent brain is the "Tianchi Spirit Light". For example, there are more intelligent brains that don't know how to move quickly. They are more deeply engaged in more secret and complex fields.

"Gate of the Netherworld" is almost an epoch-making game. It is normal to have an intelligent brain to control it, even if it doesn't.

No matter how many black technology appears for military-to-civilian products, it is normal.

but……

All this continued until she saw the video coming from her personal email.

After Yuyu Kuaishou finished watching the latest version of the video, he slowly took off the connector of the game cabin, and the translucent hatch slowly raised. He stood up and leaned quietly against the hatch door, unable to calm down for a long time.

"What is this promotional video? Is there any necessary connection with the thing I made before?"

He sighed softly and looked at Fanhu City outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"The wind is a bit noisy today!"

The fish, who have never felt much about emotional flow works, is moving quickly. At this moment, I feel empty in my heart.

He slowly opened several websites such as Xiaopo Station. After some operation, he uploaded the latest videos corrected by the Intelligent Brain to the accounts of various platforms.

When the video of the last platform was uploaded successfully, Yuyu Kuaidang first sighed, then showed a sick smile on his face: "Hehehehe, from now on, let the world feel pain!"

...

Nasilla took off the connector slowly and stood up slowly in the custom game cabin. She was a little sleepy and yawned and took out a can of coffee beans from the closet.

The spacious living room has a small bar counter, and the manual coffee grinder on the bar looks a bit retro.

Perhaps because of long-term friction and touch, the wooden handle of the coffee machine is shining with a unique luster, and the exquisite and compact sound next to it plays soothing and melodious music.

Nasilla enjoys the feeling of living slowly in a fast-paced era.

She listened to the old songs played on the speaker, felt the fragrance and bitter taste of the freshly brewed handmade coffee between her lips and teeth, and a comfortable expression appeared on her face.

"The UP host you are following is updated with "Fishing Quick Move"!"

Nasilla, who was drinking coffee, was stunned for a moment, and stood up to turn the sound of the speaker beside him.

She is a fan of Yuyu Kuaidong, and she has been following this UP host a long time ago.

Accompanied by a guitar sound with a faint sadness and memories, the picture freezes on the little Kyle sitting on the swing and looking at the backs of other children in the school. The succubus's little tail hangs on the ground without any energy, making its owner very disappointed.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the ground of the college, with reddish green grass and wooden stakes.

After changing perspective, we came to the front of Little Kyle.

He lowered his head, his eyes a little gloomy and pitiful, his fingers tightly grasped the rope of the swing, and there was an indescribable loss in his eyes.

Aside from the side, I could hear the parents pulling the child whispering.

"What are you doing? Didn't you tell you not to play with him? He will suck it dry!"

"Hey, isn't this the child?"

"Yes, he's that..."

Kyle's eyes on the swing were slightly red.

The picture changed, at Kyle's house, the little succubus grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, and there was no more gloom: "Hey, Anthony, hurry up and take me to practice magic!"

"Don't 'heat', 'heat', 'heat', yell! Don't you know that your father is a very amazing person?" Anthony said to Kyle like this, with a little proud expression on his face, as if he wanted to get praise from his children.

That scene makes people look smirk.

But the increasingly melancholy and deep guitar made Nasilla's raised mouth twitch and then fade.

After all, she knew that this was not a happy story.

The picture ignored Nasilla's melancholy, as if the time drum was still continuing.

Anthony secretly asked someone to sew a mage's simple uniform with lion patterns

Anthony, who quietly sealed the mage's clothes into Kyle's closet, had a smile on his face.

He always wants the child to be happier, even if the happiness may be only a little bit.

Time seemed to have passed a little more, and Kyle seemed to have grown up a little.

"Father, let's accompany me to the Spell Association next time! I want to practice the freezing halo again!"

At that time, when Anthony came home, he saw Kyle's expectant eyes. Before he even took off his armor, he squatted down and rubbed his little head helplessly:

"Forgive me, Kyle, next time!"

"Okay! I'll definitely take me with me next time."

As soon as the music paused, "May Rain" opened at 00:16, Kagura bell swayed, violin, Sanmi line, shakuhachi and drums came to chase after the past.

"Kyle, there are still many things I want to tell you..."

"I want to live with you very much..."

"Thank you for making me a mother, and thank you for making Anthony a father..."

In a black screen, a gentle and crying female voice sounded, and the voice became weaker and weaker. Before Nasilla could taste it, the picture had been converted to Anthony, the evil god fighter who came to the saint.

Blood-stained armor, ruins, and corpses all over the ground.

Nasilla could only see the blood-red spell power spreading out from the gap in Anthony's armor, covering the back of his body.

The sun was like anger, the broken sword, the depleted knight's lion-like blonde hair was blown by the strong wind, launching the last charge in his life.

"Ahem~"

"My son."

"You grew up in Iber."

"What you eat is the food grown from the land of Inkirance."

"What I drink is the water in the southeastern rivers."

"Your life is already inseparable from humans and Iber's people."

The blood-colored sun shattered heavily into the flesh-and-blooded mountain range.

At this moment, the flesh and blood of the evil gods who were descended from the gods were eroded by the scorching spell.

When everything returned to silence, Anthony, whose eyes were already a little dazed, watched the snowflakes falling on his armor, dragging his heavy body to climb onto the griffin.

The flying griffin wailed with blood and moaned, leading him through the snowy fields, mountains and rivers, rivers, lakes and seas.

Until he finally fell down in front of his comrades.

"Anthony?" The magic rifle muzzle of the Lionheart War Chapter raised its momentum and pointed it at its former comrades.

"The encirclement... failed, they ~ cough cough, were contaminated." Anthony, who could no longer remember that he had ended the evil god, had his eyes erratic. This was a symptom of his high mental contamination.

"And you?"

"I~ bring back the information, the information is..." Before the words could be finished, Anthony, who had completely lost his mind, groaned and a large amount of lightning burst out from his helmet.

Then the iron fist pressed his head down, and the armor-breaking cone was pressed into it. The roar of the magic rifle, accompanied by the sadness on the knight's face, the white shawl was stained red by the splash of blood.

The camera gradually moved away, and a drop of splattered blood flew out of the spiral tower, crossing the long moonlight, and constantly falling in the air.

With the capture of the camera, the tip of the iceberg of the capital of Ingillans was lifted.

Short bungalows, slums...

Ancient castles, Baroque complexes, spiral towers...

In the sorrow and joy, the dialogue between the Lionheart Knights came faintly.

"The encirclement failed?"

"No, Anthony and the others succeeded. Before the Lionheart King passed, the hatched foreign evil god had been repatriated - at the cost of the death of the entire Iron Cross 11th Army."
To be continued...