Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

Standing in the air, Sean looked down at the earth.

He doesn’t know much about the existence of Cybertron, but at this moment he already has a certain guess about the past of this planet. The main component of Cybertron’s thin atmosphere is oxygen, which is suitable for the cooling needs of mechanized organisms. , Is also suitable for the survival of most carbon-based life. From the deserted but still difficult to conceal the glorious urban buildings on the ground, it can be seen that Cybertron has also been a fertile land in the past years, and the reason The current situation is the most likely to be exhaustion of resources. After all, as far as he knows, the existence of Transformers consumes a lot of energy. It can be said that energy is their vitality. If there is another war, the energy will be accelerated. If it is consumed, it is not impossible to run out of energy.

Withdrawing his gaze, the waves in Sean's heart disappeared instantly, that is, at this moment, there was a sonic boom in the air, and a mechanical creation resembling a fighter seemed to perceive the existence of Sean and flew up from the ground.

"Starscream has seen your Excellency, and the doctor asked me to pick you up."

The body changed. In mid-air, a fighter plane resembling a falcon turned into a tall robot with red armor and a pair of metal wings on the back. Starscream looked down at Sean, who was stuck in the void out of thin air, respectfully. Saluted.

"Starscream? Lead the way."

Looking across Starscream's body, Sean spoke.

For Starscream, this transformer, Sean still has some impressions. In addition to being an excellent warrior, he is also an excellent battlefield commander. However, compared to his personal talent, his treachery and ruthlessness More famous, it can be said that he is a downright villain and a careerist.

"please follow me."

Sweeping by Sean's gaze, Starscream's body of the fire that symbolizes the soul trembled suddenly. At this moment, he felt that everything he had had been seen through by Sean, but this feeling was only a moment.

Rumbled, the earthquake trembled, and a disguised door quietly opened, and under the leadership of Starscream, Sean entered an underground base.

"Your Excellency, the doctor is waiting for you inside."

Passing through the long metal tunnel, Starscream stopped in front of a metal gate that was flowing with blue light.

Hearing this, without hesitation, Xiao En continued to walk forward, and when Xiao En approached, the closed metal door quietly opened.

Outside the door, watching Sean's disappearing back and the slowly closing metal door, Starscream's electronic eyes flashed red, as if he was hesitating, but in the end he retracted his gaze, turned and left here.

The impression that Begapunk left him was too deep, even if he suspected that Begapunk had some problems because of his research because he hadn't appeared for a long time, but the appearance of Sean, a special human, made his mind shift. The balance shook again.

With the help of his own perception, he clearly knows that Sean is indeed a flesh and blood, and also a so-called human, but this supposedly weak human has made him feel a deadly threat, and has a technology beyond technology that makes him Incomprehensible power.

Although Vegapunk is special, he also calls himself a human being, but in Starscream's view, Vegapunk’s essence is actually the same as him. They are both mechanical life. Unlike Sean, he is truly pure. Humanity.

Under such circumstances, he chose to continue to be patient and wait for a more suitable opportunity to come. For Starscream, he was ambitious, but he never lacked patience.

Come on, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the wide hall. Looking at this empty, metallic cold-lighted hall, a gloomy brilliance flashed in Sean’s eyes, except for the suspended blue in the center of the hall. There is nothing outside the chromosphere.

"Long time no see, count."

The data stream was intertwined, the blue brilliance was faintly bright, and the figure of Bergapunk appeared in front of Sean.

With a thin face, dark eyes, deep eyes, a white coat, and gold glasses, the current Begapunk does not seem to have changed in any way compared to the past, but Sean squinted his eyes because of the current Begapunk. Ke is not an illusory projection, but a real existence, full of flesh and blood, rippling with a strong breath of life.

"Using data to write a physical body, transforming illusion into reality, do you master the power of data?"

For the power of rules or similar rules like data, Sean once came into contact with the Ark World. It was mastered by a supercomputing from an interstellar power. He is still impressed so far. He did not expect Begapunk to also master it now. This kind of power.

"Yes, but now I am not in full control, and I can only show such power in this place."

Pushing the eye frame on the bridge of his nose, Vegapunk reached out and grabbed a Rubik's Cube made of some unknown silver-gray metal from the blue ball of light.

"This is the root cause that changed me, and it is also one of my most important discoveries in this world. Here he is called the fire."

With the Rubik's cube floating in his palm, Vegapunk introduced the situation to Sean.

Hearing this, Sean's face showed a hint of thought.

Sean knew the existence of fire, but Shaun didn’t know exactly what fire was. The only thing that was certain was that the mechanical life of Transformers was born because of fire.

For Transformers, the body is sustenance. Fire is their core. Their soul, even if the body is damaged, but as long as the fire is still there, they are not really dead, and they will be resurrected and come back again. From this point of view, the mechanical life of Transformers and the nightmare such as Snow, the snake, have the same effect.

From now on, Tinder seems to be a manifestation of data rules, at least this one in Begapunk's hands should be like this.

"Transformers are inherently soulless. All their behavior patterns are stacked up by modules, including battle, life, etc., and the essence of these modules is data."

"Data is cold, but Transformers has born hot emotions on the cold data. They have friendship, hatred, ambition, and their own perseverance. The root cause of all this is due to fire, or Talk about this primitive fire in my hand."

"The fire ignites spirituality. It is precisely because of the existence of this primitive fire that the cold data can collide with light and heat. The peculiar mechanical life of Transformers can continue for a long time in the inheritance mode of asexual reproduction."

Looking at Sean who was lost in thought, Vegapunk continued to tell.

"The original fire is a derivative of the data rules~www.readwn.com~ In addition to igniting new fires, it is actually a large database. It is precisely because of this that, in a state of silence, an ordinary Transformers It is possible to survive a long time of millions of years, because at this time their tinder is transformed into data again, returning to the original tinder, and data is a symbol and a mark, and will not fade due to the scouring of time."

Speaking of this, there was a hint of excitement on Begapunk’s face. Only the life forms of the seventh-order life form in the Boya World can have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, up to 120,000 years, and only the eighth-order life forms. Existence can get rid of the shackles of time, and here, Transformers, which are generally Tier 4 and at most comparable to Tier 5, may survive millions of years. This is really incredible.

Hearing these words, the thoughts in Sean’s mind kept colliding. Hundreds of years of playing time are in a way similar to immortality, but when the fire returns to the data and is ignited again, the Transformers are still The Transformers before? Even if the data retains their memories and even emotional patterns, is there any flaw in it?

Thinking and listening, as Begapunk continued to tell, Sean had a deeper and deeper understanding of Transformers and Tinder.

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