Dc Violence -Kun

"Master, the Krypton spacecraft has entered the solar system!"

Hera's voice sounded in her ears.

The sunlight tilts down from this sky garden, bringing the right temperature and fresh floral fragrance, the butterflies dance lightly, and the fine bees buzz.

Ba Di nodded slightly. He sat on a woven rattan and wood lounge chair with a calm expression. He wore thin-rimmed glasses. His face was as hard as a knife. The knife marks on his cheek seemed to converge and show a kind of Confucianism. .

He read the book quietly, in a human manner.

Holding a book published by a well-known human author today, gently flipping through the author's ten years of grinding, and grind out a book that explains profound human nature.

"History tells mankind that mankind does not accept the lessons of history. 》

Hearing Hera's voice, Badi remained unmoved, and gently turned a page of the book, savoring, reading, and feeling human nature in the sun.

Soon, in a time of thirty-two seconds, the book has been finished by Bardi.

'Snapped'

The book was closed by Bardi with one hand.

The sunlight gently caressed his face, and the crystal skin glowed slightly. Badi took off the glasses dressed from a human angle, and stacked them on the table together with the books.

Once the glasses were taken off, Badi only leaned his back lightly on the rattan-wood lounge chair, and moved at will, as if the Wolong sleeping under the mountain was awakening, rolling the forest again and again, and the dragon's spine rose from the forest, soaring into the sky. Majestic and domineering, stepping on the sky.

The majestic aura that has been accumulated for a long time has substantially formed a hurricane, blowing to the surrounding flowers and trees, bending the surrounding potted plants, sunlight, and space all seem to be distorted and fluctuating under this aura.

The magnetic field of the body, the powerful soul, and the spiritual power form a substantial momentum.

On this earth, except for a few people, who can stand upright with the lumbar spine under all his aura, the rest can't even stand beside him.

"How do humans play games?"

Badi asked, his head lifted lightly, his eyes deep, and he looked towards the stars.

As if to see the Krypton spacecraft running rampant in the solar system, flying towards his empire.

"The game adjustment time is 1:20. Humans spend an average of one year in the game. There are 700,000 Penultimate elites who have been endowed with super power genes."

Hera's voice rang directly in Bati's head, directly connected to the proton artificial intelligence of Bati's body.

"It's not bad."

Badi praised, retracted his eyes looking at the starry sky, leaned back on the wicker chair, propped his right elbow on the guard, and the back of his hand was against his cheek.

His eyes were plunged into thoughtful memories.

When I look back again and see Yi Ren again, it is difficult to calm down in my heart.

On Krypton, in the military academy, Fiora promoted herself with one hand, and the sweat exercises she swayed every day and night were completely practiced by her companion and Bati.

In this gradual practice and learning, Fiora step by step from the position of the instructor to become an equal, an admirer, and become his own woman.

Probably how much you love, you hate it!

Ba Di gently stroked the knife marks on his cheeks with his fingers, and the knife scars on his cheeks under the sun.

"Master, use the Krypton reconnaissance spacecraft left by Joe El to communicate with Ophelia in the solar system under long-distance communication."

Hera said very intimately. She saw Badi's memories on a camera in a corner, her pensive face and lingering longing in her eyes.

This kind of communication connection in the solar system is somewhat difficult for the current earth technology, but the recently acquired Brignac Sentinel hardware and Joe-El’s legacy Krypton spacecraft system can be connected to what used to be Through communication records.

"unnecessary."

Badi shook his head lightly.

The contradiction between him and Fiora is hard to say clearly. Love and hate are intertwined, which is a conflict of class and a conflict of personal ideas.

After consuming Krypton’s last vitality and exploding Krypton, it is even more difficult to tell whether it is the Paldi’s revolution that caused Krypton to consume the last vitality, or the stupid upper strata of the solidified class, or both. , Are all stupid, causing Krypton to explode.

"Looking forward to her face!"

Badi stood up, patted his shirt, took his books and glasses, and walked out of the sky garden.

In the garden, butterflies are still dancing, and fine bees are buzzing.

…………

Inside the Krypton spacecraft, in the main battleship control room, there are more than 20 Krypton soldiers in various parts of the spacecraft, who are commanded and controlled. They are in the main control room, emergency control of the spacecraft.

This is the main control room for wartime operations. When you arrive at your destination in the future, you will be prepared to prevent attacks or attack them in advance.

"Adjutant, a reconnaissance spacecraft from Krypton is requesting a call, and its direction is our target location."

A capable female soldier of Krypton reported.

Fiora, who was in the rear, was watching the real-time virtual imaging synchronization with the outside world. The huge sun and the earth gradually being pulled in, suddenly heard reports from her men that there was a communication connection from the earth, and she couldn't help but see from the cold eyes. A different color flickered, and then said coldly.

"connect."

A handful of electronically synthesized voices appeared.

"It's me, Fiora."

Fiora's eyes were cold, and the tremor in her heart turned into nothing, and a trace of anger flashed involuntarily. She coldly said, "Hera, do you want to declare war for your master?"

"No, my program calculates and works, and I think I should come for the master at this moment."

Hera's electronically synthesized sound didn't have a trace of emotion, "Zizi" mixed with the volume, said.

"Fiora, Krypton has been destroyed, and everything has passed.

At this moment, you should become the master's most capable assistant and assist the master, so as to live up to the master's longing for you.

Please let go of your stupid ideas and inherent thoughts, and enter a better era with your master, give birth to hundreds of babies, cultivate the next generation, and find more beautiful women to sleep with your master, satisfy all the desires of the master, and live together Have a happy day!

Don't fight meaningless battles. "

Hera's ruthless electronic voice is ready to convince Fiora with a fact that is reasonable and reasonable.

Fiora's face sank, almost freezing.

Hera doesn't understand emotions and what honor is. Even if Hera makes so many Hera models with various adjustment emotions, she doesn't understand biological emotions, what kind of thing it is.

For Fiora, the honor of the warrior and the emotional pain of Bati, the family completely perished in the last turmoil of Krypton, bearing the feelings of family feud, national hatred, star destruction, and love for Bati The intense emotional impact of Hera is beyond the understanding of artificial intelligence Hera.

"Hera, I have nothing to say with you. You are not a creature at all, and you don't know what emotions are."

"The battle between Bati and me is inevitable."

Fiora said coldly.

Hera's electronic voice was silent for a while, and then slowly screamed again.

"You will die, and the master will kill you heartbroken."

There was a glimmer of pain in Fiora's eyes, which turned into icy coldness.

"Go back and tell Pamu Luodi, if I kill him, I will slay myself and be buried in the same coffin as him."

"If he kills me, then abandon me to space and let the universe bury me forever."

After Fiora finished speaking, he cut off the communication.

In the main control room, there was a moment of silence and silence.

In the solar system, the spacecraft has already activated its combat mode, flying silently in the icy starry sky.

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