From a distance, the God Machine Titans look like a group of hunched old men stumbling forward. Although their legs and feet may not look very agile, it is clear to everyone that these terrifying war machines are not weak at all.
They destroyed a large number of buildings carelessly along the way. After all, there were few roads in the city that Titans could walk on. It was obvious that the Titan army did not care about the ants living under their feet. They just continued on their own pace.
Thousands of low-level priests and workers fled in front of the advancing Titans, just like ants facing the charging herd of cattle. Due to the limitation of body size, the legion engine also ignored them and trampled through the crowd at will.
What seemed like a long journey was actually quickly running out. The shadow of the Emperor-class Titan had already covered the Brilliant Palace, and its head was just at the height of the Temple of All Machines.
At this time, everyone was like little dolls in a crystal ball, being held in the palm of a child's hand and observed.
Soshyan also had to say that at close range, the oppressive power of the Emperor Titan was really strong.
But if the other party thinks that this can scare them, they are totally wrong.
"I'm really getting more and more curious, Bangura, how did you control the Titan Legion that was not loyal to you in such a short period of time?"
"I will explain this to you later. Please give me the key first."
The Space Marine shook his head slightly.
"There is no rush in this matter, Sage Bangura. I still have to remind you of some things. Although as a person outside the Mechanicus, I don't have much opinion on your ideas and views, the system of the Mechanicus is already in operation.
In 10,000 years, the inherent flaws in your philosophy will only make existing problems more complicated.
"defect?"
Bangura responded disdainfully:
"Our theory comes from an era older than the Empire. It was designed by the most rational and wisest group of people in mankind. This is a theory based on logic and inherent laws with no room for error. Do you think it will be better than superstition?
Worship is more problematic?”
Soshyan hesitated before speaking.
"With all due respect, your theory does not take into account every variable, and there are some factors that will bring about unexplained changes."
"Factor? What do you mean?"
"human nature."
"human nature--"
Bangura repeated the word, the hiss of the binary compiler containing a strong disparagement of it, as if he would be happier without these elements.
"Yes, it is always human factors that cause deviations in calculation results, and too many variability factors make the results difficult to predict, but this is no excuse for superstition."
"Then I will say it bluntly. The empire needs the Mechanicus and the God of Mechanics, and it does not want to cause a comprehensive turmoil within the Mechanicus. If you, or your theories, are spread, it will only irritate
It will arouse Mars and even the anger of the entire Adeptus Mechanicus, so I must have an insurance, an insurance that ensures that neither party will reach this point."
"If this is the case, then I can only announce that the cooperation between the two parties has been terminated."
Along with Bangura's cold words, the Emperor Titan's horn sounded at the same time. Strong sound waves swept through the Temple of All Machines, shattering every piece of glass and knocking the crowd to the ground. Only the Space Marines and a few people were still standing.
Soshyan glanced at the key in his hand and suddenly smiled:
"Bangura, there was almost nothing wrong with what you did, you just made a mistake."
"Um?"
"You should not allow your 'friends' to access the planet's cogitator network in order to control the planet's defense systems."
Bangura's eyes suddenly widened.
"you--"
"This time, I happened to bring a friend with me."
At the same time, all the Titans that were still moving stopped. Although their joints were still making creaking sounds, they seemed to be bound by invisible chains.
But Soshiyang's experience was different from everyone else's. Mu Hu connected to his power armor server, and with the help of the neural interface, Soshiyang could even hear the roar of the Titan's power unit and the hiss of the hydraulic unit.
, you can also feel the high temperature generated by the hissing of the electric field.
Every feeling he had was amplified, and then he saw that thing.
This connection only lasted for a moment, but at that moment he saw clearly the essence of its existence.
It was some golden lines tied together to form a luminous net, forming a cold world composed of artificially created synapses and neurons.
Its memories are filled with feelings and emotions, and some cold substance sits at the core of its consciousness, like a bloated spider sitting at the center of its web.
Soshyan seems to be standing in a super-detailed non-spherical space, with floating luminous planes occupying all the space around him - these luminous planes are like a group of sparkling, delicately dancing decorative panes.
He took a deep breath and said the forbidden name.
"Silicon Intelligent Spirit..."
He was not welcome in this space, and he felt like something was pushing him, trying to exclude him from this network, like a body rejection reaction.
Or it is more like white blood cells suppressing and destroying the source of infection.
But Mu Hu, who transformed from the little ball into a golden child, put a yoke on it. Although it still tried to get rid of these shackles like a wild beast, it was in vain.
"I will not destroy you, but only if you stop resisting."
Soshiyang then spoke, and his voice echoed in the spiritual space.
But the spider-like figure still howled, like a hunter held by a frayed reins.
It roared out a strange code word. Although the words used were unknown, the meaning was very obvious.
"Bad temper! Teach you a lesson!"
Mu Hu's arms quickly unfolded like a double helix data link, and in the blink of an eye it traveled through endless virtual distances, entangling itself into the latter's ferocious consciousness.
A tremor spread throughout the space, and Soshiyang watched as Mu Hu coldly tore open the protective layer of the opponent's consciousness, and his tentacles penetrated deeply into every aspect of that existence.
Finally, under threat of destruction, it gave in and surrendered its authority.
Soshyan was also able to learn more about it.
Creating a self-aware machine has been a forbidden science since the Forgotten Age of Strife, and is undoubtedly a prehistoric relic.
This is a machine that can think independently, and its first autonomous act was to kill.
So what do its makers think about this?
It is nonetheless a machine, it is still bound by mechanical fundamentals, and it still collects information and acts like any other sentient creature.
As a consciousness composed of countless rays of light, it seems to have existed for a long time and has imposed deep protection measures on itself, but Muhu still found and controlled the neural pathways and grid areas through which it perceives the external world.
At this time, Bangura also realized something, and suddenly stepped forward excitedly and roared.
"Mercer! What did you do to it!"
Soshyan just responded with a gentle smile, and you could vaguely see the golden grid-like threads flickering in his eyes.
"Did you name it that?"
"This is its own name, not mine."
"Does it consider you a friend?"
"What on earth did you do!"
But Soshiyan did not answer his question, but pointed to Bangura's chest.
"This is not your original body, right?"
Bangura stared at him but didn't answer.
At this time, a weak and intermittent voice came through the small communicator in his ear.