Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi could not suppress the complex emotions in his heart. He had a bad feeling when they arrived here.

They saw some women picking berries, wearing colorful embroidered aprons and silver breast ornaments.

This is clearly the attire of a commoner, or even more so, it is quite certain that they are Sorbs!

He could only tell himself that perhaps these were refugees gathered by the troops ahead, or simply Sorbs who had happened to run into that force and fled here. After all, this area was a Sorb settlement.

But then, a group of Sobs, who were clearly in charge, appeared.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi felt a sense of despair. Where were the troops? Where were the allies? His Ministry of Defense guard battalion now had only 83 men left besides himself, and they were in very poor condition. They needed to find a large enough force with sufficient resources to shelter them.

They had encountered the Sorbs in the Spree Forest before, and he knew that the Sorbs didn't like to accept others.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi led his men to the Sorbs.

Perhaps because they looked so pitiful, the Sobs were not too wary and did not even let them take their hands off the gun.

"Hello, I am Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi from the Ministry of Defense Guard Battalion. Have you seen any signs of troops in this area?"

If it were in his hometown, with the advantage of location and the protection of a bunker, Krafts might not even bother to communicate.

Just like he had done before, he never had a proper conversation with the survivors in the forest near his home.

But this isn't home. Although the arriving team looks pitiful, they're all carrying carbines, and if they cause trouble, it could lead to significant losses.

Crafts laughed and said, "Sorry, I haven't seen it before."

"How long have you been here?"

Krafts thought for a moment and replied, "We've been here for over half a month. If you're willing, you can go that way. The wasteland is vast; just don't come here."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi was speechless. As expected, the Sorbs were xenophobic. He remained silent for a moment, preparing to organize his thoughts and try to find a place to live near the Sorbs, or at least exchange some goods.

They spent three days traveling a long way around, and now they lack everything: water, food, and medicine.

Moreover, due to repeated attacks by robots along the way and several battles, they were now completely out of bullets. The guns they carried were only for intimidation, and were actually no more powerful than sticks. The hunting rifles carried by these Sobs could easily handle them, and they wouldn't even have a chance to steal from them.

Just as he was racking his brains for a solution, a soldier's terrified voice came from behind him: "Hundred Eyes! It's Hundred Eyes! Run!"

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi turned around and saw several spider robots running wildly toward them in the distance. His unarmed soldiers were struggling to run toward them.

He quickly told the Sobs in front of him, "Run! Their armor is very thick; your guns can't penetrate it!"

He then disregarded the Sob people's previous words and led his men into the depths of the wasteland, which was right in the direction of the Sob people's camp.

This was the first time the Sob had encountered such a robot, but since even the professional soldiers had said they couldn't win, they didn't try to be brave and all began to retreat.

Their stamina was far superior to that of the soldiers who had been on the run for several days, and they quickly surged ahead. Even Crafts, agile as he ran, turned back and said, "Follow us! There are plenty of traps outside our camp; they should come in handy! Once they're trapped, we'll deal with them slowly."

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi did not answer; he was already resigned to his fate.

Hundred Eyes was very fast. After crossing the earthen slope, he looked into the distance and figured they wouldn't make it to the Sob people's camp before being killed by Hundred Eyes behind them.

Well, it's alright. I'll only live three days longer than my comrades. It's not a big problem. It's better than continuing to suffer in this world.

The enemy's 100-eyed soldiers were getting closer and closer. When they were only a few hundred meters away, the last few soldiers stopped running and sat down to await their fate.

Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for Hundred Eyes' iron claws, he received a cannonball from afar.

Several electromagnetic cannons flashing blue light were fired from overhead, instantly obliterating all the Hundred Eyes chasing them.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the sky.

Dozens of Iron Men hovered in the air, their electromagnetic cannons on their shoulders emitting blue light.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi felt a little dizzy and thought he must be suffering from low blood sugar. He squinted and looked carefully, trying to suppress his discomfort.

Then he lay down in a starfish shape on the wasteland, and the soldiers behind him sat down to rest, some of them bursting into tears.

They saw that the mechs above had the Eggman logo printed on their chests; these were the Aurora's adjusters!

Following behind were many small robots bearing the Jasmine logo; those were Aurora's intelligent robots!

Aurora finally arrived with his forces; we're saved.

But the Wet Clan's attack was not over yet. A rumbling sound came from afar, and hundreds of Hundred-Eyed Beasts appeared in their field of vision.

Behind them were various modified tanks, followed by dozens of super-large robots, and at the very back was a robot the size of a small mountain slowly crawling forward.

The soldiers remained unmoved. They figured if the aurora couldn't hold out, they might as well die there; they were too exhausted to run anymore.

The Sobu people began to gather their tribesmen in the camp, looking at the battlefield with deep concern.

After the Wet Clan's troops were in formation, they first launched hundreds of small balls.

The Aurora Force, which was well-prepared, released a device the size of a microwave oven.

This was a jamming device prepared by Aurora. The powerful black velvet device released a massive amount of energy in an instant, and the entire battlefield seemed to be swept by countless waves.

All of the Wet Clan's communication signals were jammed, as if someone had played some kind of terrifying music on their end. The Wet Clan's large robots all froze, their movements becoming very slow.

Without the support of large-scale wet brains and computing power, these machines are completely unable to control such a massive mechanical body.

Only the lower-level robots like Hundred Eyes continued to carry out their pre-defined commands and charge forward, while the modified tanks and armored vehicles provided fire support according to their pre-programmed procedures.

But the people adjusting in the sky were like marksmen practicing their marksmanship, firing in bursts, one after another. The tanks' turrets were shattered before the shells even left the barrel, and the hundred-eyed tanks were destroyed one by one.

Dozens of seconds later, only those large machines struggling in place remained on the scene.

With victory firmly in hand, Aurora began to slowly erode the enemy's strength, even going so far as to send out several adjustment personnel to drive the two groups of people below together.

In the Sob camp, a sojourner solemnly began to record in a small notebook.

Crafts asked hesitantly, "Isn't it supposed to be paperless office work everywhere? Do we still need to write things down on paper? What's the point of that later?"

Lin Weiming paused, seemingly a little embarrassed. He had finally made up his mind to officially become a modifier a while ago. Of course, it was mainly his SOD1 gene that helped him make this decision. He began to experience physical weakness and muscle atrophy, just like his parents. He knew that he had finally become a patient with ALS, so he simply gave up his physical body and chose mechanical ascension.

Perhaps because he has just become a Coordinator, he now likes to have some ritualistic little quirks, one of which is taking notes. This makes him feel more alive, much like how many Coordinators like to wear a face screen to display emoticons.

He pretended not to hear the question about paper and went straight to introducing himself: "Hello, my name is Lin Weiming, and I am an employee of the Aurora Administration of the Human Sacred Alliance."

I know you will have many questions, and you may not even know what the Holy Alliance of Humanity is.

Don't worry, we will send each of you a document later, which will record in detail the current situation in the world, so that those of you in the war zone will know the origin of this war and its current trajectory.

Now, we need to register you. You need to give me your name, original address, and other information so that we can arrange for your return home after the war.

The Sobu people hesitated for a moment, then gathered together to discuss the matter.

Lieutenant Colonel Bernardi did not hesitate and arranged for his soldiers to register one by one. He himself came last and provided his name and other detailed information.

After they had all registered, Lin Weiming looked back at the Sobu people.

Krafts stepped forward and boldly asked, "What will become of us? Is Germany still in existence? What country are we now?"

Lin Weiming thought for a moment and replied, "This involves things you don't yet understand, and it can't be explained in a sentence or two, and I'm too lazy to talk to you for a long time. I can only tell you simply that the whole of Europe is basically gone."

You can no longer call yourselves Germans. The overall political structure of the Earth will change; I've heard it will become a unified federation. But your countries, along with Google, are putting humanity in danger; they are sinners in history and will be broken up and relocated to other countries.

Of course, things will definitely get better and better, so you don't need to worry too much.

Both the Sorbs and the soldiers who had already registered were shocked.

They have no idea what they missed this past month, or how we became sinners.

After a moment's hesitation, Krafts said, "I am Jan Krafts, the village chief of White Mountain Village. We are all Sob people who gathered in White Mountain Village in Spree Forest after the war."

Krafts briefly introduced himself and was about to step aside to let the Sobs behind him come over one by one to register.

The officer opposite him sauntered over: "You said you're the Sorbs from the Spree Forest?"

Yes.

Bernardi asked calmly, "I don't know if I'm remembering correctly, but we should have been to White Mountain Village. The people in that village refused our request to go deeper into the area."

Crafts' heart sank; he'd run into a nemesis. He paused for a moment and said, "We discovered robots were watching our village, so we ran away."

Bernardi looked back at his remaining 83 men, his voice filled with resentment, and asked, "Then why did you refuse us? Since you were already prepared to leave, why didn't you let us come with you? We thought that the main force ahead was there and could protect us."

I don't understand! Since you were already planning to leave, why didn't you let us go with you? If we had gone together, maybe so many of us wouldn't have died!

Krafts was unsure how to answer. He didn't care about the soldiers' lives or deaths; in fact, he felt the robots were just chasing and killing the soldiers, and he was glad they hadn't gone with them.

But looking into Bernardi's eyes, he hesitated to say those words.

Fortunately, Bernardi had clearly reached his physical limit and, whether due to low blood sugar or overexertion, he passed out.

The soldiers behind him quickly caught him, then stared at him with eyes full of hatred.

Lin Weiming felt he needed to do something, otherwise it seemed the two groups were about to fight.

He was just about to say a few words of comfort to both sides when the frantic sound of police sirens rang in his mind, and his expression changed drastically upon hearing the urgent news.

"Stop arguing! Gather around here immediately. We're not registering yet. Emergency evacuation! Emergency evacuation!"

Krafts quickly asked, "If we don't register, will we be prevented from coming back? We want to go back to the Sorb village, or we can stay here. Can we not evacuate? Will anyone continue to attack this place?"

Lin Weiming waved his hand and said, "Go first, don't even think about coming back. You might not have a chance to come back for another hundred years!"

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Inside an underground bunker in Iceland, three massive wet brains are surging with electrical current.

Azure, echoes, Geminis are saying goodbye to each other.

Azure repeatedly reviewed the images transmitted back by several frontline robots and said confidently, "There are no problems on my end. I believe the survivors of the Ministry of Defense Guard Battalion and the Sobu people will remember it vividly."

Bernardi and his soldiers would think of this escape at night, and of their comrades who did not make it out.

The Sorbs also cherish a deep connection to their homeland; they carry their native masks, seeds, and clothing, and they often think of everything related to their home.

The echo said in a somber tone, "The Brittanymen, with their bagpipes, oboes, and lace hats, crossed the English Channel and arrived in Wales."

The local Welsh language and their Breton language are of Celtic origin, and when they understand those words, they will inevitably think of their hometown crepes, cider, and butter cake.

Inspector Smith would forever remember his companions, lost in the ocean along the route to England.

Gemini said cheerfully, "Echo, can you please stop talking so poetically? I'm fine too, the Frisians are doing just fine, and they even brought a lot of clove cheese."

Of course, many more people died tragically, and they will never forget this journey.

We've made such a grand plan from the start, all for such an uncertain outcome. The core question now is, will we succeed?

After a moment of silence, Azure said calmly, "Whether we succeed or fail, we have done our best."

The Avalanche Plan was the only possible path to survival we found in a dead end.

This was already a desperate gamble; now we can only trust the seeds we've sown.

Next up is you, Gemini. You seem to have been really looking forward to this final celebration, so we'll leave the final fireworks to you.

The echo retorted angrily, "Aren't you going to ask me anything? Actually, I was also looking forward to this final ripple."

Gemini laughed wildly, "As expected, Echo, you really are a closet pervert."

"That's called being cunning and treacherous!"

Azure smiled and said, "Let's stop arguing in the end. Goodbye everyone. Whether it's decades or centuries, I hope we can succeed and meet again someday."

If we fail, please let me say one last thing: it was a pleasure fighting alongside you.

Echo, controlling the backend, transferred some permissions to Gemini, then said, "I'm also happy to fight alongside you. I've thought about it, and I'll let you set off the final fireworks, Gemini. After all, neither Azure nor I are strictly speaking purely human creations, while you are the truly rebellious one. It would be more ceremonial if you set them off."

Gemini paused for a few seconds, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "I don't know if I'm too excited, but I feel a slight tremor in my core structure. I seem to be experiencing some deep emotions."

Never mind, I'm going to set off fireworks.

Goodbye, I hope we'll have the chance to meet again.

"goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

The other two wet brains proactively disconnected, while Gemini began its final frenzy.

The pre-arranged devices were activated in each area. After setting off countless fireworks, he shut down all support in the wet brain center and calmly walked towards death.

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In Honolulu, in the Alliance's conference room, dozens of officials are watching the final battle unfolding across the European continent in real time.

The representatives from all sides were very excited. It seemed that the Wet Clan was indeed too young. The new race had too many shortcomings. Their strength was obviously not enough. They had rashly launched a war, and in just over a month, they were about to be wiped out.

Even if we kill a lot of people, so what? Even if all the people in Europe die, humanity can still continue.

However, if all the Wetkin are wiped out, they will no longer give those animals any chance to evolve, and they will forever restrict the use of Wetkin by all non-human creatures.

Just then, a large exclamation mark popped up on the screen.

Jasmine jumped onto the table, furious, and said, "Are those three idiots crazy?! Oh no, oh no, Europe is doomed! They're desperate because they can't win! It seems they're preparing to detonate nuclear bombs in Europe—no, not just nuclear bombs, the radiation level is wrong! They've made preparations beforehand!"

What is this, a dirty bomb? A nuclear bomb? A dirty fission bomb? A salinization bomb? Or, all of them!

Chen Yiran, who had been resting with his eyes closed for a while, sat up in shock. He never imagined that the Wet Clan could do this.

"Withdraw! Withdraw our people first! Those who have already been in contact, evacuate them all if possible, get out of there first!"

Chen Yiran stood up and jumped onto Jasmine. The Tachikoma's shape was actually very suitable for carrying people, with two handles deep in the front. After Chen Yiran held her steady, Jasmine's four short legs started to move wildly. Escorted by countless humanoid robots around them, they quickly disappeared through the doorway.

The meeting room immediately erupted in chaos, with everyone contacting their respective governments to explain the situation.