I give the world destruction and new life

As a party with prophets, they should have the ability to predict the future in a lot of information, but obviously, the new little prophet Fengchen Yin is not as strong as the previous prophet in terms of ability.

Of course, it may be that their abilities operate differently. At least in Fengchenyin's eyes, the possibility of players establishing a copy in the Ganges area is as high as that in the Neon area.

He saw players on two timelines at the same time establishing the first dungeon after the Apocalypse in different areas, so in this regard Fengchen Seal could not make any useful suggestions for the subsequent strategy of the post-war reconstruction committee.

Fengchenyin couldn't even help Dr. Wu Qianying's counterattack plan to any extent. There was no sign of this plan in the future clips he could see.

"Either this plan cannot succeed at all, or the results of this plan are beyond the scope of my ability." The face of Fengchengyin's little bun was full of seriousness. Since arriving at Shelter Zero, he has begun to enjoy it. .

From all kinds of snacks stored before the Apocalypse to various delicacies cooked by Michelin-level chefs in Shelter Zero, he was not afraid of those who were sealed, causing him to gain weight in just half a month. Fifteen pounds.

You must know that he is a child. Because it is not difficult to obtain food in the shelter, his height barely reaches the pre-Apocalypse standards. But even so, his height is not 1 meters, so after gaining ten years of weight, After five pounds, his whole body looked round.

"I think this sounds like good news?" Tang Ji frowned and asked Wu Qianying.

What Wu Qianying wants is just a result that can jump out of the Three Realms and not be in the Five Elements. Only such a plan can bring enough surprises to the players and the mother world behind the players, and the words of the little prophet Fengchen Yin clearly prove that Wu Qianying is right. On the right path.

"I'm just saying that this is a possibility. It has a 50% chance of success, and a 50% chance of representing a fundamental failure." Feng Chenyin looked like a little kid, and he didn't want to be involved in the cause and effect at all.

But he was holding a half-eaten burger in his hand, which immediately reduced the seriousness of his words.

"Sometimes I really don't know whether I should listen to this little kid's advice. I'm a little allergic to children recently." Wu Qianying frowned in a rare way. She has always paid attention to her own self-care. This action of frowning is particularly easy to cause marks on her face. Leaves wrinkles on.

So every time Dr. Wu Qianying makes such an expression, it proves that she is indeed in a difficult decision-making situation.

Tang Ji felt that he had temporarily resolved the estrangement between him and Wu Qianying. Nothing happened between them. It was just that after the previous 'quarrel', Tang Ji used a more accurate description to explain the concern he had hoped to explain before. .

Dr. Wu Qianying was also in a cooling down state at the time, and she had realized that she was emotionally out of control.

And for existences like the two of them, this world doesn't leave much time and space for them to fall in love. This is a war, and they each have their own responsibilities. Love is something that is too much for them. Too extravagant.

"Alejandro is staring at the Ganges area, and I need you to go to Neon." Wu Qianying finally said: "I know that Mikkelsen left some clones in the Neon area, and they must be happy to help you. ."

When Wu Qianying said this, the little prophet Fengchenyin couldn't help but laugh out loud and echoed: "Yes, I'm sure they are all very happy to help Tang Ji."

Wu Qianying and Tang Ji looked at Feng Chenyin at the same time. The fat boy immediately stuffed the hamburger into his mouth and acted like he would never talk nonsense again.

If Mikkelsen were here, he would definitely applaud Fengchenyin. If given the choice, who would want to work with Tang Ji?

At this time, in the land of South America, in the area once known as Mexico, a force called Tlaloc was rising.

"Great Tlaloc, we have restored 45% of the power supply in Mexico City. The technology you provided previously has been proven to be effective in resisting electromagnetic interference in the future." In front of Tlaloc's humanoid incarnation, more than a dozen figures The technicians in white coats were enthusiastically expressing their joy to this special artificial intelligence: "The people are thriving under your care!"

It is worth mentioning that the average age of these scientific researchers does not seem to be more than twenty-five years old, which means that theoretically no one here was born before the Apocalypse.

"Great Tlaloc, the Amir protozoa we introduced from the Ganges region is multiplying as expected, and the agricultural park they will cultivate will be completed as scheduled before March." In another hall separated by only one wall, a man wearing blue clothes Department of Agriculture officials in denim uniforms are also reporting truthfully on the results they have achieved.

Tlaloc is a great and decisive leader. The cold intelligence given to it by the super computer allows it to complete billions of calculations every second. Any problem in the world is as simple as 1+1+2 in front of it. .

So long before the big storm weakened enough to affect ocean trade, it had already sent a fleet across the uninhabited ocean and arrived in the Ganges area.

Unbeknownst to all the Ganges, an expedition under Tlaloc had brought the precious Amir protozoa back to this cursed land.

Now Tlaloc, the former General Martinez, has completely transformed into a brand new existence, one that even the ghost cannot completely control.

When the Apocalypse occurred, Tlaloc made its own judgment. He disobeyed the ghost's orders and insisted on locking all agents and soldiers affiliated with the Intelligence Agency outside the shelter, leaving them alone. Turned into ashes by shockwaves and nuclear fire during the Apocalypse.

Because in Tralock's calculations, the bonus these people bring to the entire collective is completely negative. Without these people, starting everything from scratch will allow civilization to grow faster and stronger.

Therefore, in all the shelters managed by Tlaloc, only a few adults can enter, and their identities are mainly scholars and teachers.

Tlaloc has enough computing power to calculate whether every adult it allows to enter the shelter will bring a positive bonus to this society that only exists in the imagination.

If there are, they will naturally be eligible to enter the shelter. If not, then these people will face the same fate as the Intelligence Agency agents.

Even after the Apocalypse, Tlaloc controlled everyone in all sanctuaries like a god.

It knows that people will change, and it is difficult to predict whether this change is good or bad, so it keeps monitoring everyone. Once the person's development curve does not meet Tlaloc's expectations, and after Tlaloc recalculates his bonus to the sanctuary and draws a negative conclusion, the person will disappear out of thin air.

In the end, under Tlaloc's meticulous management, the Mexican refuges that relied on artificial insemination to reproduce an entire generation became a breath of fresh air in the new world.

Each of them is in line with Tlaloc's expectations for the future of mankind. They are all extremely loyal, simple-minded, and full of dedication. They are willing to dedicate everything to the world, to human civilization, and especially to Tlaloc.

When the great storm ended, following Tlaloc's orders, tens of thousands of Tlaloc's people stepped onto the surface and began to rebuild the world that once belonged to them.

And this time there is no intelligence agency, no federation, no company, and no Extensive Reading Group to interfere with them.

However, the unchanging colors of this world are war and contradiction.

Without the oppression of those old forces, a new challenge has appeared before Tlaloc and his people - players.

Thanks to the existence of the coalition forces and ghosts, players did not pay attention to this land before the Apocalypse. Of course, this does not mean that there are no players here, but the players did not intend to make this place their home. battlefield.

It was difficult for players at that time to find a force in this land that they could target. The intelligence agency, which placed itself under the ghost for its own business, was completely hidden in the chaos because of the ghost's intelligence capabilities. Down.

But now, as the great storm subsides, and as the people under Tlaloc continue to develop, they are like giants hiding behind dwarfs and can no longer escape.

In a hall separated by another wall from the technical staff and agricultural staff, and with exactly the same style, a strong young man wearing a green military uniform was standing upright and loudly reporting to Tlaloc what they had discovered.

"We discovered a survivor stronghold with a population of 10,000 people in the direction of Queretaro. According to intelligence personnel's speculation, they may have developed from a federal shelter." The tone of the young officer's words High, like the rising sun: "But our lurkers also discovered that the survivor's stronghold is cooperating with the forces you predicted, called players."

"Please guide us Lord Tlaloc, how should we respond?" Although the young officer asked, there was no doubt in his tone. He just said with unusual certainty: "Everyone in the Tlaloc Army is Already prepared!”

But is now a good time to start a war?

Countless data poured into Tralock's server host, which was often idling and performing scheduled self-checks. In an instant, the data turned into hundreds of thousands of high-order matrices and ordinary differential equations. They devoured each other, merged with each other, and finally became A large number of mathematical monsters that humans cannot understand.

Then there are more data from different channels. Some of the data comes from the observations of Ghost against Tang Ji, Wu Qianying, Mikkelsen, all other Seven Deadly Sins, and even players before the Apocalypse. From the once forgotten bottom of the Internet.

They include, but are not limited to, the attitudes of mortals towards players, towards war, towards superhuman beings, and even to the desperate people who still stick to their keyboards in the second before the Apocalypse destroys everything, towards the Apocalypse, and even Attitudes toward death itself.

All this data is meaningful. When Tlalock tried to calculate whether now is a good time to intervene in a war, these raw data were like a torrent of hot magma, injected into the ocean of matrices and equations, and everything happened in an instant. Everything is boiling!

The hundreds of tons of coolant in Tlaloc's body became scalding hot in the high temperature, typhoons roared in the countless heat dissipation ducts, and the data itself was as turbulent as the ocean.

These fluctuations gathered together, and even caused the entire foundation covering the Tlaloc host to tremble slightly. The mortals standing on its surface, as if facing real gods, bent their knees in fear, kneeling on the ground to face Tlaloc seeks answers.

But when the typhoon weakened, the ocean returned to calm, and the ground stopped shaking, everything was reduced to a line of brief data displayed on the screen—the survival probability was less than 16%, and the time had not come yet.

"No, it's not the time yet." Tralock muttered and said to the officer in front of him: "We still need to continue to accumulate strength. We are still very weak. This is not our responsibility."

So, whose responsibility is this? The young officer was full of doubts, but he did not dare to question the God in his heart. He just maintained the piety in his heart and obeyed Tlaloc's orders 100%.

In another room on the other side, Tlalock also responded to the Ministry of Agriculture official wearing a blue denim uniform: "Shrink the size of the farm by 42% and reduce the overall production."

Tlaloc's words shocked the officials of the Ministry of Agriculture. He didn't understand why his god didn't want his people to be full, but he also didn't dare to ask about his doubts. He just knelt down and said that he already understood Tlaloc's will.

After being separated by a wall again, Tralock replied to the technician in white uniform in the same tone: "Continue to strictly implement the lighting control after night. No lighting is allowed after the sun goes down."

"But, you said before that as long as we can complete the reconstruction of the Mexico City power system as scheduled, we will be able to obtain the lighting rights for one hour at night!" A technician frowned and asked loudly. After all, he had learned more knowledge. He also knows more about Tlaloc's form of existence than anyone else.

So in anger, he still asked the question in his heart, why?

However, there was silence in response to him, and then the next second, the secret passage in the corner of the hall was opened, and four humanoid robots walked out of the passage. In the eyes of others who dared not speak with anger, they dragged the questioner into the passage. inside.

There is no explanation, no reason, just the authority in silence.

　Tralock's description of data operations draws on Liu's short story "Chaos Butterfly". Interested friends who don't want to read the original text can go to the Xiaopo website to watch UP Live - a video novel from a science fiction perspective. The picture and sound are very good. It has recently been updated to "Supernova Era".

　　In case some friends don’t know, Tlaloc’s AI intelligence comes from the world view of “Fallout”. The U.S. military-industrial complex built such a supercomputer here. Then when the nuclear war came, Tlaloc awakened and saved the people of Mexico. EMMM, in the setting, is a very affectionate and loving fatherly AI. He might be one of the greatest personalities in that wasteland.

　　(End of this chapter)