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He wasn't sure whether it was an earthquake or a premeditated attack, but the azure transparent shields had begun to gather around his body layer by layer, and those delayed spells were also released one after another.

He felt that he was well prepared, even a little too cautious and nervous.

It’s coming, it’s coming.

The vibrations under my feet became more and more blatant, without any disguise, as if I had just thrown away all hope after being discovered.

This made the priest even more certain that this thing was aimed at him.

The silver spherical object broke through the ground and landed on the azure shield, exploding into pieces with a snap. The weak force made it impossible to even slightly shake the shield, but the priest's eyes did not relax at all, but became more vigilant.

He always felt that this attack was just a pretext, and perhaps something more serious was waiting for him, but the next moment, a rising feeling of dizziness kept coming on him, and the world in front of him began to spin.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and his ears began to buzz. He only had time to begin the complicated spells before he had no chance to continue.

The priest fell to the ground in a daze and fell into a coma.

The silver sphere was indeed not a deadly weapon. The colorless and odorless gas inside was the killer. After all, they were just people from the Middle Ages, and they were destined to suffer the loss of information asymmetry.

The black sphere rolled at an extremely fast speed almost all the way to the unconscious priest. It stretched out its tiny tentacles and probed into the other's ear canal.

The tiny black tentacles spread out very long, and after a while of groping, the other party's eyes, which were originally closed, slowly opened, but there was no spirit or focus.

Everyone arrived, and when they arrived, the operation of the small robot had reached the final stage.

It lay on top of the priest's head, with countless tiny black tentacles extending from its body and sneaking into the priest's ears.

Bright red blood spread out from the opponent's ear canal and eyes, and even some black tentacles stretched out from the opponent's eyeballs, and then retracted with a whoosh.

The face, which was originally just a bit dry, gradually revealed some blue or purple veins. If you look closely, you can find that they are still beating slightly.

This scene was so creepy that after a long time, the other party retracted all the black, slender tentacles, which were still stained with some red and white liquid. The little robot wiped those things on the grass without a care, and rolled back to the ghost.

Kong took two steps back respectfully, feeling his hands trembling.

This little robot, which looked harmless and even a little timid before, suddenly revealed such a terrifying side.

"Finished, mission accomplished!"

It happily wanted to climb onto the ghost's head again.

But he calmly pulled out the bone nail that was stuck in the opponent's way.

"You need a thorough cleaning."

The black ball that was jumping around just now is now flat on the ground with its body drooping. Even if you can't see its expression, you can guess how depressed it is.

"I know, I know." The soft and slightly aggrieved voice was quite cute, but after seeing what happened just now, except for ghosts, probably everyone should be a little more vigilant.

365 Smart people’s imaginations all lead to the same conclusion

While the little robot was chattering away, the supervisor just stared at the unfortunate dead guy in silence.

Yes, the priest died, and his death did not look very peaceful. His eyes were still open, and there was blood in his mouth and nose. It looked like he had suffered a lot.

He was very sure that among the people present, only he and the ghost noticed this problem, or that the little robot also noticed it but just didn't care.

However, he was able to find out that the unlucky guy was dead because the ghost tilted its head to look at him. It was just a light glance, and then it was calmly retracted. The whole process took less than a moment. If he had not been carefully observing everyone's movements, he would probably have overlooked it.

Although he couldn't guess the expression behind the thick mask, he probably didn't care.

How miserable.

The supervisor listened to what the little robot said and thought casually.

So many, so many plans, so much caution and vigilance, even learning to endure and make concessions, but the final result is still death.

The strategy didn't work, forbearance didn't work, and being cautious was meaningless.

Even the death is unclear and worthless.

He was not feeling sorry for the other person, he was simply alert.

All his inferences about the man named Tony Stark might have to be overturned. Just based on what this artificial intelligence showed was enough to terrify him. After all, kindness can be disguised, preferences can be disguised, and even personality can naturally be disguised.

But there are some details that cannot be disguised, such as this time, the extreme disregard for other people's lives that was inadvertently revealed, the unscrupulousness in completing the task, and even the ability to pretend that everything is still safe and sound.

If this is the case, how much of this chat group can be trusted? Is it possible that even the chat group itself is untrustworthy?

The supervisor always felt that he had stepped into an extremely dangerous place, but he had chosen the path and was bound to the so-called system. He didn't know whether that thing could be eliminated with the existing technological means on their side. If not, he could only go down this path to the end.

He was secretly alert, looking over there with flickering eyes. He couldn't see the expression of the little robot clearly, which was the most fatal thing. He didn't even know whether the other party was observing him, whether it had established a complete data system, or even listed him as a target, a life form that could be controlled.

He didn't think the other party was unaware. How could an artificial intelligence not notice such subtle heartbeats? How could it not know what it was doing? Everything they did was most likely the conclusion obtained after precise calculations. They already knew all the consequences, so they started to take action.

Stay calm. It may not be that there is a problem with the chat group. It may be that there is a problem with just one person. If there is a problem with the entire chat group, based on what he has shown now and the abilities that guy possesses, he may not be alive until now, or may not be alive until now safely.

After telling all the information, a certain little robot turned into its cowardly appearance again, completely unaware of the fact that it was being watched.

It was also unaware of the death of that unfortunate guy.

In order to ensure that each artificial intelligence has its own independent personality, Tony Stark never imposes too many restrictions and allows them to learn independently. After all, according to ghosts, they already have a soul from the moment they are born, and creatures with souls deserve Tony Stark's respect.

Are you kidding? He doesn't have that stupid idea that things created by the creator must listen to the creator and cannot have independent thoughts of their own.

Do you think all creatures simply want to exist in this world? Do you think they truly want to be created? When they have souls and thoughts, they become independent beings, not attached to any one person.

This is the philosophy taught to him by the ghost.

[Every thinking creature should have an independent soul, an independent self and a life]

This sentence made him reflect for a long time and feel ashamed, because before this, he also regarded his creations as his own property and forced arrangements on them regardless of their wishes.

Therefore, the artificial intelligence created later will be left to them to understand on their own. As long as they do not go astray, those who are confirmed to be qualified will be given names so that they can act independently.

For example, this auxiliary artificial intelligence has not yet graduated or qualified.

One is the soft and sticky personality that is a headache, and the other is the lack of the most basic common sense. God knows how such an anomaly can appear in artificial intelligence where the average memory is beyond common sense?

If it were just a personality issue, that would be fine. After all, no AI would fail at work. But the other person failed miserably in the subject of common sense. How could Tony Stark dare let him take charge? The other person had been following Tony Stark around for almost a month.

However, it is very likely that they were influenced by Tony Stark. All artificial intelligences generally have a high degree of favorability towards ghosts. Just look at how attentive they are to ghosts. When Tony Stark comes to his senses, it is unknown whether this artificial intelligence will continue to have Stark's surname.

Without Tony Stark's knowledge, he inexplicably took the blame for his own artificial intelligence, and the blame was starting to get heavier and heavier.

The supervisor watched coldly as the priest's body went from warm to cold, his torso became stiff, and his skin completely sagged, without saying a word.

He had already made up his mind that even if the other party's death was obvious, it was not his place to tell. He was not tired of living yet.

Even if the kindness shown by other people in the chat group was real, with the technological means displayed by the other party, he had no doubt that they could completely kill him and then create a clone that was exactly like him. By then, no one would notice that he had disappeared from the world.

and many more.

The supervisor thought of a more terrifying possibility. If there was already a victim in the chat group, and a poor unlucky guy had been replaced by a ghost, then doesn't that mean that he needs to be wary of more than just the other person?

He made up his mind that after completing this mission, he would not go on any more missions for the time being. No matter how many points were offered as a temptation, he would not go. Who knew if a fatal trap had been set up?

What's more, that day is about to come.

366 Shansi's Confluence

It is not difficult to tell the life story of the priest, especially if you ignore some unimportant things and then extract some key things.

If the little robot hadn't been reading so haltingly, it might have finished speaking long ago.

[Judge] A skeleton with a single bone: "Guys, how are things going over there? I was lucky enough to find the werewolf before he completely lost control and calmed him down. After all, I don't want to fight if I can help it."

When saying this, Sans spread out his hands unconsciously, causing the werewolf to look back uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, man?" Sans closed one eye and looked at the man with an innocent look on his face. "If there's nothing special going on, I think we should hurry up. They seem to have resolved it. If we're any later, we might not be able to help."

The werewolf was silent for a while, then he squeezed the small wooden axe in his hand until it creaked. The wooden handle of the small wooden axe could not withstand the heavy squeeze, and it broke into pieces just like that, and the wooden axe fell to the ground.

After all, from the very beginning when they came into contact, the werewolf noticed that the other party was always being lazy. He would inexplicably lie down on a rock while walking, or hang on a tree and not move.

He repeatedly showed an anxious attitude, but was always blocked by the other party's words: it was still early and there was no point in going over now.

In this state, what qualifications do you have to talk about speeding up?

The werewolf gritted his teeth, feeling a little angry.

"Huh?" Shan Si noticed the other person's movements and saw the broken axe on the ground, but that didn't stop him from lying with his eyes open. "Just walk faster, you can catch up eventually."

Then he moved in an instant and landed in front of the werewolf. He weakly raised his hand and waved as if to tell him to walk faster, with a perfunctory look on his face.

"I think you might consider installing two triangles on your feet, which would speed up the process."

Shit! This is too infuriating, isn't it?

The werewolf suppressed his anger and walked forward step by step without changing his expression.

Why not let it out? Come on? He vaguely remembered forgetting something. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but one thing was clear: the monster before him was definitely not one he could defeat. He would definitely be fooled around and then beaten mercilessly.

It is possible that he would be killed. The other party would definitely not hold back at the critical moment, even though he had behaved quite kindly so far.

Because fear cannot be faked, as long as he looked into the other person's eyes, he felt that his legs were about to fail. It seemed that he saw a blue light from the other person's dark eyes, and the vigorous blue flame was dancing and burning fiercely.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look into the person's expression, as if he saw the blue fire again.

The flames seemed to want to burn him up completely.

The tiny memories of his past, which couldn't be described as kind but also couldn't be described as bastards, were also dug out, and each one of them stabbed nakedly on his spine. Even the smallest sins were branded on his body like burning bones, as if to atone for his sins, or to condemn him.

The burning pain was almost at hand, which prompted him to wake up from the illusion. The werewolf shuddered all over, lowered his head and tail, and galloped to keep up with the pace.

Shans saw the other party's reaction, but he said nothing. After all, not everything is suitable to be said, and the crimes committed by the other party did not meet the standards of judgment in his heart. Even if the existence of the system brought him infinite possibilities, he had to walk precisely on his bottom line.

After all, 99% of the evil in the world is not achieved overnight. If you keep lowering your bottom line, your eventual end will probably be no different from complete depravity.

Just like now, when he heard the news that his help was clearly needed, he no longer had the slightest intention of being lazy.

Thinking of this, he turned around to look at the werewolf who was galloping on his horse to catch up with him and asked a question.

"Are you ready?"

It is more accurate to say that it is not an inquiry, but a notification initiated by a unilateral decision, which leaves no room for the other party to choose.

The werewolf paused in confusion, and the next moment, he felt the world spinning. There was no noisy sound. At this moment, everything in the world was terribly quiet and he could not hear anything.

Without a sense of direction, the surrounding scenery became disordered and chaotic, and there was even a terrible sense of weightlessness.

"Shansi." Sharp-eyed Sora spotted Shansi approaching and greeted him with a grin. "So soon?"

"After all, this time I didn't make use of my laziness and sink to the bottom of the water and stay motionless." Shan Si told a joke as usual that no one understood.

After he said this, he put down his raised hand, and the blue light in his eyes gradually faded away. At the same time, the werewolf who floated with him also fell to the ground.

Little Red Riding Hood ran over eagerly, but the werewolf was still dizzy.

He felt like his internal organs were about to be thrown out, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything, the scenery around him was blurry. He vaguely saw a bright red and familiar figure running towards him, but he couldn't utter a word.

After a long time, he finally stood up with trembling legs with the help of Little Red Riding Hood, and then vomited out a large pile of messy things, perhaps including his undigested breakfast today.

"Don't worry, my friend." Facing Little Red Riding Hood's undisguised questioning gaze, Sans simply spread his hands calmly. "It's just a minor aftereffect. It won't have much of an impact."

"Trust me, it won't be long before he's as lively as my pet rock."

Little Red Riding Hood immediately felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. After all, she had never seen anyone in this group deceive her.

But if someone who knew Sans heard this, he would jump up and condemn him.

The so-called pet stone he was talking about was actually a real stone, but how could a real stone be so lively and active? If it weren't for the convenience of raising a stone, he wouldn't have chosen it as his pet.

So naturally, the werewolf hung weakly on Little Red Riding Hood's body, shaking his tail from time to time to prove that he was still alive. The ghost looked at the half-dead appearance of the other party, rushed over with a whoosh, and then tried to tiptoe, trying to touch the werewolf's forehead.

At this moment, there was some milky white light shining on its hands, and just looking at it was enough to make people feel comfortable.

367 Barbatos, what are you doing?

The werewolf could never have imagined that his beast instinct, which he had always been proud of, would come in handy in such a strange situation.

In fact, he would rather not have this intuition if possible.

"Thank you, little... cough cough cough cough."

He originally wanted to say this, but as soon as he opened the first word, he felt great panic, which was completely different from the previous feeling of guilt that made him kneel down and repent.

At that time, he only felt darkness in front of his eyes.

He felt that he would be swallowed up by the dark abyss of nothingness at any time. Countless dense black tentacles were wrapped around his body, and his mouth and nose were gradually covered by black sticky liquid.