It is the spring of 2909 AD

on Earth. It is the time when everything on Earth is reviving and winter is gone and spring is coming.

In the Nameless Fleet, Tong Ling slowly stood up from the freezer. Countless combat uniforms flew out of the eight cargo boxes next to the freezer, spinning in the sky, and were pieced onto her body piece by piece at a very fast speed.

Her freezer is different from others, with a separate huge warehouse.

Next to her freezer, there is a T100 Forge Armor that has been modified countless times and is completely different from the prototype many years ago.

This is so that when there is an emergency mission requirement, Tong Ling can enter the armor and intervene in the battle as soon as she wakes up.

For many years, she has always been the pillar of the Nameless Fleet.

It is the same today, even more important than ever before.

No matter at any time, in the hearts of any generation, her existence has extremely lofty significance.

The heirs of the fleet have never witnessed the rise of mankind from the lonely star, and the stumbling and difficult obstacles of the development step by step to the entire Morning Wind Empire today. They lack respect for generations of colonists and pioneers, and always think that with human technology, it is a simple matter to reach another planet and take root.

They subconsciously ignore the hardships recorded in historical materials for those pioneers to leave the earth, and even ignore the pain of the pioneers who left their homes and went to the distant starry sky when the level of technology was not enough, and fought desperately with the alien nature.

They thought that everything they had now was a matter of course. The alien storms, alien invasions, and disaster-class ship failures that their ancestors encountered when they were exploring the planets were all stories from the past, not the blood and tears shed by their ancestors.

However, in the process of their growth, almost everyone had seen the living legend with their own eyes, and saw Tong Ling charging into the enemy again and again wearing armor that had been damaged thousands of times and then repaired thousands of times.

Everyone knows that it is because Tong Ling gave up her soul and turned herself into the sharpest sword, the most powerful warrior, and the most responsible instructor in human history that humans have been able to avoid the risk of exposure again and again during the two hundred years of voyage, reach the current position, and reproduce the current population.

Tong Ling is a living legend in the fleet, there is no doubt about it.

The Free Will Alliance denied the significance of the fleet's advancement, denied the highest ideals pursued by the first generation, and denied the oaths made by the first generation of expedition members represented by Qin Guang when they moved forward, but it never denied Tong Ling's bravery in the face of sacrifice and the illustrious reputation she had earned from her repeated battles in armor.

The Free Will launched a coup and deliberately chose Tong Ling's dormant period during the regular flight.

Some people even want to take the frozen Tong Ling away, hoping that when the totem wakes up, they can see a new human civilization in another galaxy.

But what is supposed to happen will eventually happen.

The sharpest knife

of mankind is only unsheathed in the most critical moment. Tong Ling, who has straightened all her emotions, has both the most compassionate kindness and the most ruthless determination.

She no longer considers the meaning of life, nor does she consider whether the enemy is a human, a compound eye, or something else.

In her world, there are only two points and one line.

The two points are herself and the enemy, and the line is the line of blood that spurts out when the enemy is chopped off.

Tong Ling completed the information exchange with the doomsday suppression program in just 0.1 seconds.

In her combat retinal projection, the marking is completed after the engraving.

Tens of thousands of ships and hundreds of millions of combat units were marked with two colors.

The smaller part was red, which was human.

This was the first time since humans entered the interstellar age that their own ships were marked red.

In the course of history, some things will happen sooner or later and cannot be stopped.

Due to the existence of Chen Feng and the beliefs passed down by Chen Feng, the birth of the red color belonging to our own people was delayed by hundreds of years, but some things will be late, but they will not be absent.

Civilization is like a person. During a person's lifetime, some cancer cells are destined to be produced in his body.

If the immune system is suppressed in time, these cancer cells will disappear silently.

If left alone or the immune system fails to work, cancer cells will continue to spread until they devour the person whole.

The T100 equipment self-check has started.

The self-check speed is very fast.

1%, 5%, 11%... 80%...

At the same time when Tong Ling's armor self-check was about to be completed, a team of free will warriors wearing portable armor almost as tall as her appeared in front of Tang Ying's door.

Bang!

The door was blown open.

Tang Ying was floating in front of the window, looking out quietly.

She could no longer see the beautiful virtual starry sky.

The aftermath of the war launched by the Free Will Alliance destroyed the simulated starry sky projection that existed for aesthetic purposes.

The movement behind her did not make Tang Yingqu turn back. She still looked into the distance, with her left hand on the window frame and her right hand gently stroking her lower abdomen.

Tang Yingqu's strange calmness confused the armored warrior at the door.

When Bill Clayton raised his right hand and aimed the energy beam gun on his forearm at Tang Yingqu's door, his expression was distorted and angry.

His eyes were full of rage that wanted to devour the starry sky.

His clenched teeth helped to tighten his muscles like a nuclear bomb that was tense a moment before exploding.

Before becoming a warrior, Bill Clayton was a member of the Chromosome No. 11 Compilation Group of the Chromosome Information Institute under the Mother-in-law Project.

His job was very boring and uncreative. He just worked with the intelligence to check whether the arrangement and combination of chromosome 11 was feasible.

The job is to get a new set of data from the previous stage, input it into the intelligent core, start calculating, wait for the data to crash during calculation, find the point where the crash occurs, judge and select the possible causes of the crash through subjective thinking that belongs only to humans, organize it into a table, and report it to the Nunu Project Command Center.

In the entire artificial gene compilation work, this is already a relatively late process, and there is no clear evaluation of success or failure. The work content is all based on the chromosome carrier formed by constantly adjusting the arrangement and combination method according to the different information depths in the previous process.

Since becoming an adult in 2877 and passing the entry assessment, Bill has been dealing with chromosome No. 11 for a full thirty years.

For thirty years, every time he opened his eyes, the data packets from the previous process kept rolling in his mind and appearing in his retina.

As a third-generation human, Bill is active and tall.

After years of doing such boring work, he felt impatient and desperate as his life seemed to end. He developed an inexplicable hatred for Tang Yingqu, the only recipient of the Nunu Project, whom he had never met.

The moment the tentacles of the Free Will Alliance touched him, he joined them without hesitation and began to receive military training after 2907.

In just two years, Bill Clayston became an A-level fighter.

His hatred and anger towards Tang Yingqu was ignited the moment he passed the A-level evaluation.

In his heart, it was Tang Yingqu, this unproductive woman, who destroyed his life and forced him to fall into the eternal torture of that unfortunate job.

Now that he had the opportunity to attack this residential ship, he led his team to this place without hesitation. Before

blasting open the door, he did not plan what to do next. Maybe he just wanted to smash the door open to see if the woman inside had three heads and six arms, otherwise why would she destroy the lives of so many people.

Now he saw Tang Yingqu's back, with the ray gun on his arm aimed at the back of this person's head, and he fell into confusion.

Kill?

Don't kill?

Would killing her make the Nun Plan a pipe dream and free the souls of all those who have suffered like him?

But...

Bill's emotions told him to pull the trigger.

With one shot, all the souls who died of exhaustion in the Nun Plan would be comforted.

But his reason told him that this plan was of great importance, and it was related to the distant and great future of mankind that had nothing to do with him.

Pulling the trigger this time would make him a more notorious historical sinner than Judah, and at the same time completely negate the meaning of his previous thirty years of life and the struggles that more people had dedicated themselves to.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Captain, eight Doomsday Guardians II are coming towards us. They will arrive in 30 seconds. What should we do? Do we really...really want to kill her?"

After Bill thought painfully for two seconds, his team members reminded him in a hurried tone.

Doomsday Guardians are not the regular force of the fleet. In the past voyages, this kind of single-soldier intelligent war machine with a size similar to that of ordinary humans only existed in the database of the intelligent computer.

But with the outbreak of armed conflicts, the Doomsday Suppression Program began to manufacture this new type of combat unit in various ships at a very fast speed. Its function is to eliminate the rebels inside the spaceship. It is powerful, has explosive performance, and fierce firepower.

Bill Clayston was shocked when he heard this, his eyes quickly focused, and his finger muscles slowly tensed.

Bang!

This shot did not hit Tang Ying.

A short figure stood between the rapier and Tang Ying, with a big hole in his chest.

Compared with regular fleet soldiers, the combat uniforms of the Free Will Alliance soldiers do not have a medical support system that requires the support of super artificial intelligence servers. They cannot heal such fatal injuries to the body parts, and can only prolong their lives temporarily by injecting hormones and physically sealing the wounds.

"What are you doing!"

Bill stared at the man in amazement.

The man who was shot slowly took off his helmet, and mouthfuls of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

It was a young face, with a painful and distorted expression.

This person was another member of Bill's team, a third-generation teenager.

"Captain, she is a virgin! She is the mother of the sage's wife! We just want to continue humanity in our own way, not destroy our civilization! Captain, don't...she didn't do anything wrong, she doesn't even have her own will."

Under the stimulation of hormones, the free will warrior with a hole in his chest said this sentence and then fell down.

The energy reaction of the rake finally made Tang Yingju turn around.

Bill's eyes slowly moved up from his teammate's body, and then looked at Tang Yingju.

His breathing stopped, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone.

His mind was blank, and only a few lingering questions emerged.

What kind of eyes are these?

Why are they so empty, yet as deep as the Milky Way, and as if there is a sea of ​​blood boiling inside?

What are the thoughts that are going through this woman's mind every day? Does

she know that she is reproductively separated from humans? Does she know that she and

humans are not actually the same creatures?

How does she view the humans who created her? Does

she know what the meaning of her existence is?

While Bill was stunned, his teammates behind him reminded him again that the Doomsday Guardians were about to arrive.

"Knock her out, grab her, and send her to the freezer!"

Bill finally made a decision and slowly walked forward.

But the next moment, Tang Yingqiao's empty eyes suddenly focused, no longer confused, only boiling murderous intent.

Tang Yingqiao tapped the window frame lightly with her slender left hand, and her figure disappeared.

Bill missed.

The next moment, Tang Yingjue appeared beside the fallen warrior's body, and with her right hand, she pulled out a neutron membrane tactical dagger from the warrior's waist.

At the moment of drawing the knife, her dagger seemed to lightly flick on the floor, splashing sparks into the sky.

Her body began to rotate and change direction at high speed, like a blooming blood-red rose.

The blade stabbed across the front of a team member.

Blood spurted out of the neck of the Free Will Alliance warrior.

Tang Yingjue's knife cut into the gap of the snake-scale structure of the armored neck guard with extreme accuracy.

Liquids began to splash in the weightless cabin, both bright red blood and crystal tears.

"Shoot! Kill her!"

Bill Clayton watched another teammate fall, and fell into great panic and anger. He tried to aim at Tang Yingju again while roaring.

However, Tang Yingju's movements were too fast, and it was impossible to aim at her with just a rifle.

His team members fell one after another.

Bill no longer hesitated, stepped back, and opened the cover on the back of his right hand. There was a red button.

After pressing it, his portable armor will instantly release all the energy, creating a serious explosion.

At this time, the Mother-in-Law Project Working Group in the Resident Ship, who was responsible for taking care of Tang Yingju's diet, daily life and health, had already fallen into great chaos and panic.

The distress signal was sent out like a volcanic eruption.

More and more Doomsday Guardians rushed here.

At the same time, a woman's voice was inexplicably heard in the mind capture team of the working group.

This was Tang Yingju's psychological activity.

In the past few decades, this mind capture team could only collect empty white noise. This was the first time in history that human consciousness was found in Tang Yingju's brain.

"I don't know why I live and why I fight.

Maybe I am a stumbling block in the lives of countless of you as you said.

But I don't need to regret it, because I didn't do anything wrong.

I never wanted to live, I just couldn't let him die.

I don't want to kill you either.

I want to be friends with you.

I'm really, in pain."