After someone else's kitten agreed to "ao"'s application, it didn't take long to find that a new video had been uploaded to his personal mailbox.

He didn't pay much attention to this. After all, in this era, the popularity of AI has largely led to the decline or even disappearance of some middle and low-level professions.

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

But this is obviously not the reason why Human Alliance does not use AI.

For example, the short video produced by the little cat this time and the series of AI-generated illustrations at the beginning of "Bai Ying", if it were in the era before the establishment of the Human Alliance, the cost of hiring an artist to draw these illustrations would have been

Spend tens of thousands of dollars.

The most important thing is that many illustrators with poor drawing skills are not good at drawing. Not only do they waste money and a lot of time and energy, they cannot achieve the effect they want.

But now you can complete your needs with just a click of the mouse, so why not?

He heard that there are a group of advanced AIs in the Human Alliance that, after occupying enough supercomputer computing power, can almost completely abandon routine and repetitive related work and achieve a medium-to-high degree of completion in the shortest time.

The "ao" who can support "Gate to the Nether" is obviously one of them.

After all... not every advanced AI can claim to be an "intelligent brain". Only when the supercomputing power supporting AI reaches the standard can AI be awarded the title of "intelligent brain" given by the Human Alliance.

For example, in my country, the most famous intelligence brain is "Tianchi Lingguang". There are also many intelligence brains that even kittens don't know about. They are deeply involved in some more secret and complex fields.

"Gate to the Nether" is an almost epoch-making game. It is normal to have an intelligent brain to control it, and it is understandable even if there is not one.

It is normal for military-to-civilian products to have more black technologies.

but……

All this lasted until she saw the video sent to her personal mailbox.

After Xiaomao finished watching the latest version of the video, he slowly took off the connector of the game cabin, and the translucent hatch slowly lifted up. He stood up and leaned against the hatch quietly, unable to do so for a long time.

clam down.

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

He sighed softly and looked towards the city of Fanhu outside the French window.

"The wind is a bit noisy today!"

Kitty Cat, who has never had much interest in emotive works, just feels empty in her heart.

He unhurriedly opened several websites such as Xiaopozhan. After some operations, he uploaded the latest videos corrected by Zhi Nao to the accounts on different platforms.

When the video on the last platform was uploaded successfully, the little cat sighed first, and then showed a sick smile on his face: "Jie Jie Jie, from now on, let the world feel pain!"

…

Nasilia unhurriedly took off the connector and slowly got up from the custom-made game cabin. She yawned a little sleepily and took out a can of coffee beans from the closet.

There is a small bar in the spacious living room, and the manual coffee grinder on the bar looks a bit retro.

Perhaps due to long-term friction and contact, the wooden handle of the coffee machine has a unique luster, and the exquisite and compact speaker next to it plays a soothing and melodious sound.

Nasilia enjoys the feeling of living a slow life in a fast-paced era.

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

"The up owner you follow "someone else's kitten" has been updated!"

Nasilia, who was drinking coffee, was stunned for a moment, stood up and turned down the volume of the speaker next to her.

She is a fan of kittens and started following this up owner quite a while ago.

Accompanied by a burst of guitar sound with a touch of sadness and memories, the scene 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 in a very spiritless manner, making it appear that

Its owner was very disappointed.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the ground of the college, the green grass and wooden piles dyed red.

As soon as the perspective changed, we came to the front of little Kyle.

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

From the side, I could vaguely hear the parents holding their children talking in low voices.

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

"Hey, isn't this the child?"

"Yes, he is the one..."

Kyle on the swing had red eyes.

The scene turned to Kyle's house. The little succubus grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, and there was no trace of haze anymore: "Hey, Anthony, hurry up and take me to practice magic!"

"Don't scream 'hey'! Don't you know that your father is a great man?" When Anthony said this to Kyle, he had a proud expression on his face, as if he wanted to get his own child.

General praise.

That scene makes people smile knowingly.

But the increasingly melancholy and low-pitched guitar made Nasilia's raised lips twitch and then shrink again.

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

The picture ignores Nasiriya's melancholy, as if the time roller is still going on.

Anthony quietly asked someone to sew the mage's simple uniform with lion patterns.

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

He always wants that child to be more happy, even if that happiness may only be a little bit.

Time seems to have passed again, and Kyle seems to have grown up a little.

"Father, come with me to the Spell Association next time! I want to practice freezing aura again!"

At that time, when tired Anthony came home, he saw Kyle's expectant eyes. He squatted down before taking off his armor, and rubbed his little head helplessly:

"Forgive me, Kyle, next time!"

"Okay! You must take me with you next time."

As soon as the music stopped, "May Rain" started at 00:16, with Kagura bells swaying, violins, shamisen, shakuhachi and drums carrying the past.

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

"I really want to live with you..."

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

Amidst the black screen, a soft and crying female voice sounded. The voice became weaker and weaker. Before Nasilia had time to savor it, the screen had switched to Anthony, the evil god's slayer, where the saint had descended.

Blood-stained armor, ruined walls, and corpses everywhere.

Nasilia could only see the blood-red spell spreading from the gaps in Anthony's armor, covering his entire back.

The sun was raging, the broken sword was broken, and the lion-like blond hair of the exhausted knight was blown by the strong wind, and he launched the last charge in his life.

"Ahem~"

"my son."

"You grew up in Iber."

"What you eat is the food grown in the land of England."

"The drink is water from the southeast river."

"Your life is inseparable from humans and the people of Ibel."

"You are an Iberian, and you are a citizen under the human rule of Iber."

"The blood knows where you come from, and the heart knows where you are going."

"Don't be toyed with by the power itself, let alone reject it, must have the courage to master it."

The bloody sun sunk heavily into the flesh and blood mountain range.

The flesh and blood of the evil god descended from the gods was corroded by the hot spell at this moment.

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

The griffin fluttered its wings and let out a cry of blood, carrying him through the snowy mountains and rivers, and to the rivers and lakes.

Until he finally fell in front of his comrades.

"Anthony?" The muzzle of the Lionheart Chapter's momentum magic rifle was raised, aiming at its former comrades.

"The encirclement and suppression...failed. They were, ahem, polluted." Anthony, who could no longer remember that he had ended the evil god, had wandering eyes. This was a symptom of his highly polluted spirit.

"And you?"

"I~ brought the information back. The information is in..." Before he could finish his words, Anthony, who had completely lost his mind, groaned, and a large amount of lightning burst out from his helmet.

Then the iron fist smashed down on his head, the armor-piercing awl was inserted, and the roar of the magic rifle was accompanied by the sad look on the knight's face, and the white shawl was dyed red by the splattered blood.

The camera gradually zoomed out, and a drop of blood flew out of the spiral tower, crossed the moonlight, and continued to fall in the sky.

With the capture of the camera, the tip of the iceberg of the Royal Capital of England was revealed.

Low bungalows, slums...
To be continued...