"If this goes well, we won't... make any more sacrifices."
"If it doesn't go well, then..."
A low, hoarse laugh came from people's earphones, like a person with awkward pronunciation, searching for the right words:
"Perhaps I shouldn't have assumed that premise."
"Let's get started, for the sake of...civilization."
The only light in the black fog was the burning light of the talisman.
In the thick, dark field of vision, one cannot see very far away, as if everyone is wrapped in a dark shell.
Dust covered the sky, the loud horn sounded, and the whole world seemed to be dyed scarlet. That was the color of war.
Then, there was a loud shout, a deafening sound of metal clashing, and a loud charge.
"Everyone of the Third Army - follow me in the Twelve Divisions Charge on the Eastern Front!"
Saroyan Kara, a messenger of the Third Legion, left with explosives. With a loud bang, a bright fire appeared in the distance.
"I swear to fight bravely until my death!"
Morton Phyllis, the Dream Patrolman of the Tenth Legion, drove the artillery vehicle forward until the body of the vehicle was also engulfed by the explosion.
"The old gods have blessed us for thousands of years, and today we must dedicate ourselves to being the beacon!" Even the players began to shout, fearing that it was not enthusiastic enough:
"I will go to battle today, swearing to use my flesh and blood to establish immortal achievements! Su Mingan is invincible!"
Most of the light was around Su Mingan, like a blue island standing tall in the black ocean, motionless even though the waves were surging and the flames were swaying outside.
Every time someone fell, the next person had to take his place. They moved forward in rows, crawling like wheat.
The shouts and the sound of horns made the ground shake. The fire from the magma seemed dim. The dark mountains of flesh piled on the road like an endless black ocean.
In a war fought to continue civilization, human life is as thin as paper, but will is as fierce as fire. No matter how many times he has seen this scene, Su Mingan is still shocked. It seems that at the moment when the first gunshot was fired, everyone's hope was on his shoulders. If the war fails, he will inevitably bear the regrets of all the dead and the sorrow of all the living.
Su Mingan used his [Soul Ferry] function.
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[Everyone has a "hard drive" of their past lives. You can store all the memories and emotions of the dead and save them in your "hard drive."]
[Check that you have the skills of the Ninth World - Biochemistry Level 10, Mechanical Level 10. If you have enough resources, you can infuse the memories and emotions of the dead in your brain into the bionic body and "resurrect" them in reality.]
【As long as you remember them, they are immortal. 】
[——You alone are equivalent to a hard drive of civilization. ]
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There were already tens of thousands of spots of light in Su Mingan's mind.
Because of the activation of this function, he no longer needs to "kill the opponent to save the hard drive". This is a means of dealing with the enemy. How could people thousands of years ago set this method as the only way? Now, he only needs to cover his friend's forehead with his hand and silently say "Soul Ferry" to save them.
He is like a computer with a huge storage capacity. Other people are hard disks. As long as they are connected to him, even if the hard disk is physically destroyed, the information will be permanently stored in his computer.
——In this way, these dying people became his "previous lives" attached to him.
If we describe it from a magical perspective, this is "previous life". If we describe it from a scientific perspective, this is "personality hard drive that stores information about people's entire lives".
Xiao Jingsan was about to collapse just because he had to bear the responsibility of Xiao Ying, but Su Mingan had to bear the "previous lives" of tens of millions of people.
...from generation to generation, without end.
"Here I come! Player One! We brought a lot of energy for you!"
The player Lu Meng teleported to Su Mingan's side. Her profession was called [Wormhole Operator], which allowed her to teleport multiple times. Su Mingan gave her the position of Deputy Director of the Information Department, and asked her to transport resources between battlefields. Behind her was a row of players who were good at long-distance teleportation, and they were classified as [Messenger Soldiers].
"Oh my god, Su Mingan is alive!" The players were immediately excited when they saw Su Mingan.
In previous dungeons, they would be beaten up by NPCs every day. But now Su Mingan can arrange them to the most suitable positions. Those who are good at healing will go to the healing team, and those who are good at messenging will go to be messengers, which completely changed their predicament.
It’s so great to hang out with Su Mingan!
But when they wanted to thank him, they found that Su Mingan's face was gloomy. He sat alone on the mechanical wheel, holding a scepter decorated with gems. He stared at the white light on his palm, as if it contained information of tens of millions of years.
...He really looked like an immovable statue.
The players restrained their smiles.
Su Mingan picked up the stone, which looked like a battery or concentrated nuclear energy. Lu Meng brought a lot of resources, including bionic bodies, artificial skin, and metals.
When Su Mingan gathered light in his hands and poured it into these bionic bodies...
The dead, the dead, are resurrected.
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[What determines a person is his/her appearance, voice, character, habits, personality, memory, emotions...]
[When all of this can be stored, turned into a life hard drive, and stored in a person's brain - then, when this person injects this information into the bionic body - "the dead will be resurrected." ]
[He is alone——]
[It is equivalent to the immortality of a civilization. ]
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