There are hundreds of thousands of derivatives of evil gods, and they have the strange property of "spatial uncertainty". According to the unity of time and space, their time positioning may also be abnormal.
The solution to these problems is simple. Uncertainty belongs to chaos, and only by forcing a high-purity order onto them can their spatial and temporal positions be fixed. The only problem is—it's too expensive. Order-fixing agents, capable of existing independently of a host, are not only expensive but also rare and precious. Just like Loki's blood, a single drop can transform a newly born omnic. Using this substance to coat and attack hundreds of thousands of derivatives is like coating excrement with gold. Furthermore, there aren't enough of them in stock. Unless Fenrir is tied up and drained dry, she's a formidable wolf. Furthermore, with her mother nearby and Odin's remote threat, Chen Jing wouldn't dare do that.
"Headache...Damn Atuozi."
Chen Jing asked: "Do you have any other ideas? A strong attack is the worst option." Conservatively speaking, this battle will not be an easy one and many people will die.
233 shook his head: "There is no other way. Unless you can use your connections to get regulatory weapons, we must deal with this accident as soon as possible to prevent the spread of infection." Organizing a commando team is inevitable.
"Then I want to go too, at least to stand with my soldiers." Chen Jing was a little anxious.
233 met his gaze with a strange look. "What good is it for an admiral like you to lead the charge? It'll just be another life. Let me tell you straight up, many humans and omnics will die in this battle, but you can't die here."
"But..." It was a very strange feeling. He was obviously afraid of death, but at this moment, Chen Jing hoped more to live up to his conscience.
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. If you want to help us, just send a few more high-level men over and stop being hypocritical." After saying that, 233 turned around and left, ready to fight.
Chen Jing looked at the scene above the screen, turned around and asked, "Who of you can participate?" Although Chen Jing is nominally the admiral, even intelligent machines like Eliza and Jasmine will not listen to him completely, let alone outsiders like Fenrir, Loki, and Brendel. RT5 must stay on the periphery to prevent the spread, and only Azathoth is sleeping soundly.
Fenrir raised his hand: "I can."
Chen Jing nodded: "You will lead two elite military teams to support them... Be careful."
Fenrir's ears twitched. Although Chen Jing's words were very soft, she still heard them. She waved her hand majestically: "The wind whistles and the Yi River is cold..." Loki punched his child to the ground: "Are you cursing yourself?!"
Fenrir covered his head and ran away in a hurry.
Chen Jing then sat down and said, "Why didn't I write romance novels in the first place?"
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"Assign combat missions! The Weirong Army and the elite troops provided by Admiral Chen Jing will be responsible for intervening in the cleanup! The second batch of regional militia and mercenaries will follow up, and the starships will prevent the spread! If you have any problems, say them now. It will be useless for anyone to talk nonsense later." 233, wearing the sixth-generation melee weapons, walked quickly into the deployment cabin. In the cabin, there were two teams of Weirong Army, all dressed in the same way.
The sixth generation of melee weapons uses rune weapons and atmospheric mobility devices, and its protective capabilities are mainly achieved through small shields and stress spells. The important reason why this type of weapon can arm the Weirong Army on a large scale is... it is cheap.
Compared with the heavy and complex fifth generation, the price of the sixth generation has been reduced by 91%, which meets the needs of low-cost intelligent machinery. However, this type of equipment is difficult to threaten large targets, and tactically it must adopt legion warfare or add additional modules.
233 took a two-pronged approach. On the one hand, it stipulated that after entering into street fighting, they must act in small teams. On the other hand, each participating omnic was equipped with a "Planck" type double-barreled machine gun. In a battle of this level, it was definitely enough. If it was not enough, it would not be something they could challenge at their level.
Elsewhere, the Messengers and Silver Knights were also heading for the battlefield. Unlike the Guards, who needed to deploy equipment and starships to enter the battlefield, the Messengers and Silver Knights could enter the battlefield under Fenrir's fur. After transforming into Fenrir, its size even surpassed that of an RT5, allowing the two squads to act as fleas on its body.
Under Fenrir's powerful aura, the surrounding intelligent starships appeared dim, except for the ruins in the center of the encirclement, which was flashing with strange light.
"I can smell that stench even from such a distance." The dog's nose twitched.
The Silver Knight mounted the six-legged Pegasus and patted the horse's neck: "Come to think of it, you two... are brothers, right?" Both are direct descendants of Loki.
Fenrir shook his head. "You're overthinking it. I made it in collaboration, and this thing between your legs is just some random scum."
The messenger held the scythe and stayed away from the Silver Knight. She understood that the Silver Knight, who looked pure and kind, would turn black when cut open.
Affected by the main body, other messenger-type soldiers also stayed away from the Silver Knight troops.
The messenger whispered to them, "Be careful of our allies!"
Fenrir smiled and said, "The messenger troops will be responsible for scouting large targets, the silver knights will then clear them out, and I will be in charge of raiding."
"What about small targets?" asked the Silver Knight.
Fenrir said as a matter of course: "There are so many people behind us, just leave it to them. We should at least leave some spoils for them."
The two new omnics nodded, not quite understanding.
Fenriton felt that the boy was teachable.
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"Hmm?" Azathoth opened his eyes, looked at Chen Jing, then looked at Loki, and then moved closer to Chen Jing: "I'm hungry, I need to eat."
"...Are we familiar with each other? Didn't your family tell you not to eat food given by strangers?"
Azathoth was stunned and thought for a moment: "I don't think so. Naya always said that we should eat more and grow less to maintain a balanced weight."
“…” How much do you weigh? How many zeros are there after ten? Thirty-three?
"Come to think of it, as a creator god, can't you do it yourself?" Chen Jing asked.
Azathoth then laid on his lap: "What a hassle, you might as well help me."
Chen Jing thought about it and decided not to offend this great god, so he nodded and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"That." Azathoth pointed at Fenrir on the screen.
“…” Chen Jing covered his face.
Loki spoke: "Are you dreaming?"
"Hey? How did you know?"
"..." Loki was also dumbfounded.
Chen Jing stood up, but Azathoth seemed to be hanging on him. As he stood up, it lay on his chest and could not be pulled away.
"What do you want from me? You can't eat puppies."
Azathoth nodded confusedly: "Then... I want to eat meat, big chunks of meat."
“…How old?”
"You're this big."
"..."Chen Jing is in great crisis.
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