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However, all that answered him were screams and the piercing static of electricity.

At the end of the T-shaped corridor in front of him, a heavy blast door had been violently torn open.

Three dark shadows were moving at high speed through the interwoven web of laser beams.

Those were three security robots that were very likely from ancient times, the legendary... Abomination Intelligence.

To be honest, these three Abomination AIs look terrible.

One of the left arms was broken, with only half a cable hanging outside.

The other one had half of its head missing, exposing the sensor crystals inside.

The last one was even more outrageous; the hole in its chest was big enough to fit a basketball, and the shell was so rusted that it looked like scrap metal just dug out of a junkyard.

But these three piles of "scrap metal" are causing Zeman's proud Helios elite troops to flee in disarray.

They're too fast!

It was at least 2.7 meters tall at the shoulder and weighed more than two tons, but its speed completely defied human understanding of heavy machinery!

There is no acceleration process; one second you are still, and the next second you are already rushing in front of you.

Zeman witnessed firsthand a heavily armored assault soldier, clad in full shell armor, having his head grabbed by the one-armed Abomination AI with a single hand.

"Click".

Like crushing a tomato.

High-strength ceramic helmets are utterly brittle and utterly undignified in the face of intelligent, abhorrent hydraulic fingers.

"Oh dear, it's broken already?"

A woman's voice, full of mockery, arrogance, and even a touch of naivety, echoed through the corridors via the starship's ubiquitous broadcasting system.

"Your toys are really bad quality."

"The red water inside is splashed everywhere, making a mess of people's floors!"

"Cleaner Number One, hurry up and clean up this trash."

The abomination with the severed arm seemed to understand the command, casually tossing the headless corpse against the wall with a thud, then turning and rushing towards its next target.

Zeman's blood pressure instantly spiked to 200.

That damn machine spirit!

The machine spirit that this ship awakened is absolutely freakish!

A normal machine spirit should be serious, logical, and even sacred, but this thing is a crazy woman who enjoys killing!

But that wasn't the most devastating thing for Zeman.

What drove him to the brink of despair was the group of people chattering incessantly into his earpiece at that very moment.

The board members of the Helios Group!

These bigwigs were sitting on the comfortable leather sofa in Shangchao, drinking red wine, watching the real-time footage transmitted back by Zeman's helmet, and performing breathtaking micro-management.

"Zeman! What are you doing?!"

Saul Hell’s aged and greedy voice boomed across the channel.

"I see your plasma gunner is charging!"

"Make him stop! Stop right now!"

"The wall he was aiming at was a composite armor plate from ancient times! It had complete molecular circuit patterns on it!"

"This board is worth five billion! If you break it, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"

Zeman glanced at the heavy weapons handler beside him.

The gunner, sweating profusely, was holding the heavy plasma cannon, and finally managed to lock onto the headless Abomination AI.

Once this shot is fired, that abominable intelligence will be crippled if it doesn't die.

But Thor's orders made the gunners hesitate.

"Minister... should we fire or not?" The gunner's voice trembled.

"Hit your mother my ass! Didn't you hear the boss say not to break her?!"

Another voice broke in; it was the CFO.

"Zeman, you need to pay attention to cost control! This war has gone on for so long, the compensation payments have already exceeded the limit!"

In that half-second of hesitation...

The brainless abomination has already rushed up to the plasma gunner.

It didn't use a weapon; it simply raised its leg and kicked the gunner in the chest.

"Bang--!!!"

The gunner was thrown backward, and a large section of his chest caved in.

The plasma cannon, still charging, flew out of my hand and crashed heavily to the ground, emitting a chilling overload alarm.

"No—! My plasma cannon!"

The CTO screamed in the channel.

"Zeman, go and retrieve it for me! That's a prototype!"

Zeman felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Can you shut up?!"

Zeman roared inwardly, but he dared not shout it out; that was the person who paid his salary.

At that moment, another cold female voice rang out on the channel.

Jessia:

"Zeman, I don't care about the walls, and I don't care about the cannons."

"I want those three abominations dead, and I want the group's excavation work to proceed at full speed."

"No matter what method you use, even if it costs you human lives, you must kill these three hateful intelligences."

Saul immediately retorted:

"No! We have to capture it alive! If we damage it, the research value will be gone!"

"Then let's use an electromagnetic pulse!" someone suggested.

"Idiot!" the technical director cursed. "This place has strong magnetic field interference. If the EMP is released, our own communications and night vision devices will all be blinded!"

"Then use a net gun!"

"What good is a net gun! That piece of junk can't even cut through power armor!"

A group of capitalists who have never been to a battlefield are arguing fiercely over a communication channel about how to take down three killing machines.

Meanwhile, Zeman and his men are being unilaterally slaughtered in this hellish corridor.

Hehehe~

The machine spirit on the radio laughed even more heartily.

"I just hacked into your channel... Are you guys arguing?"

"How interesting that such inferior creatures as humans still fight amongst themselves even when they are about to die."

"Looks like your commander is a complete waste of space~"

"Since that's the case, I'll help you get out of this predicament."

"Cleaner No. 2, activate 'Windmill' mode. Cleaners No. 1 and No. 3, coordinate with the defensive fire network to suppress the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Abomination Intelligence, with a large hole in its chest, stopped in its tracks.

Its two arms suddenly stretched out to the sides, and the armor on its wrists flipped open, revealing two high-speed rotating monomolecular cutting blades.

Immediately afterwards, its upper body began to spin wildly like a top.

"Buzz—!!!"

It transformed into a whirlwind of death and charged toward Helios's lines.

Wherever it went, whether it was cover, firearms, or human bodies, everything was shredded into pieces.

It's unstoppable!

It's impossible to stop!

Conventional live ammunition is deflected when it hits it, while laser beams can only heat its outer shell.

Unless you use a molten metal bomb or a plasma cannon to strike the core directly, there is no way to stop this out-of-control killing program.

But Zeman's only two remaining plasma cannons were in disarray; one had just been smashed, and the gunner of the other was terrified and cowering in a corner.

"Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!" What's more, the starship's defense system was also precisely targeting and eliminating enemies!

The other two Abominations even picked up their bomb guns to use!

"Zeman! Think of something quick!"

Thor was still calling out.

"That's an ancient tactical maneuver! Quickly, have your men trap it!"

Trapped?

What can I use to trap myself?!

You try putting me in a tight spot, you son of a bitch!

Zeman watched the whirlwind that was turning his elite men into a pile of minced meat, and listened to the absurd commands coming through his earpiece.

The string of reason finally snapped.

Fuck you!

Zeman ripped the tactical headset off his helmet and slammed it to the ground.

"Shut up!!"

He stomped on it, and the valuable communicator turned into a pile of plastic fragments.

The world is finally peaceful.

Without those condescending, bossy attitudes, Zeman's professionalism returned instantly.

He glanced at the battlefield situation.

It's impossible to fight anymore.

This wasn't a battle at all; it was utter suicide.

Although the three Abomination AIs were severely weakened, and even their shield generators were malfunctioning, their physical strength and reaction speed completely overwhelmed mortals.

In addition, inside the starship, there's that twisted machine spirit with a godlike perspective directing operations.

Staying here serves no purpose other than providing laughs for the machine spirit.

"All personnel, listen to my command!"

Zeman's voice was hoarse, but it was resolute.

"Alternating cover! Retreat!"

"Throw out all the smoke grenades and stun grenades!"

"Forget about that junk equipment! Get everyone out of here!"

The remaining twenty-odd team members were granted a pardon.

They had wanted to run away for a long time, but dared not move due to the strict military law.

Now that the officer has spoken, what are we waiting for?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of smoke grenades and stun grenades were thrown forward.

The corridor was instantly filled with thick white smoke and blinding flashes of light.