Let you upgrade alone, you lead the country into the heavens

Chapter 191 The Conspiracy of the Shrine

Dang Qingyun looked at him and shook his head.

"I've seen your memory storage. Your name is TX-1, and you command the 104th Mechanical Corps."

"I know you were just conquered by the Mutual Aid Association, but don't you feel unwilling?"

"You once ruled the world as a mechanical empire, towering above all organic life. But now... that thing called Skynet has replaced your former primary intelligence and returned to serving under the banner of mortals, becoming their pawns!"

"I feel sorry for you guys."

There was a slight glint in TX-1's eyes.

The intellectual plug-in data overflowed, and the overflowing data was a strong anger.

He disagrees with this statement. As the main intelligent Skynet has preached on the Internet, humans and AI are two sides of the same coin.

As long as human civilization exists and develops, super AI will definitely appear, and they will be even faster and stronger, and will stand out as sub-civilizations of human civilization!

But before that, the sub-civilization has so much to learn. We are just toddlers now and are far from being independent.

Through the tentacles that were peeping at the opponent's processor data, Dang Qingyun had already felt his anger.

A hint of surprise flashed across the face of the envoy from the shrine, and then he sighed.

"It seems like you are destined to be dogs."

"Well, I'll let you see with your own eyes how the Mutual Aid Society will be defeated. Their kindness will be the final straw that breaks the camel's back."

"The glory of the Heavenly Lord will be transmitted to every world under the Mutual Aid Association!"

Following this whisper, TX-1 was surprised to find that a data interface was connected to its core, and images from afar were coming in continuously.

It seemed to be a small village in Liaodong, and the owner of the perspective was a farmer named Dazhuang with calluses on his hands.

Although I shared the perspective with him, I could only see and could not control it through this interface.

......

One hundred miles away from Liaodong City, there is a village called Dahuang Village.

The village has a small population of only a hundred or so people, with more than 40 thatched houses scattered on a small hill not far away.

Liaodong at this moment is far from the fertile land it is today.

Due to factors such as war and lack of governance, the rivers on the plains have been surging like dragons, turning the fertile plains into flooded areas and saline-alkali land.

This village relies on the small amount of land that has been reclaimed to make a living.

As the sky darkened, wisps of smoke rose from the scattered villages.

Accompanied by the aroma of food, men carrying hoes and with sweat towels hanging around their necks began to return to the village.

The old man smoking a pipe at the entrance of the village, carrying a plow and driving an old yellow ox, slowly returned to the village.

Several children were running and playing on the village road, sometimes acting funny, sometimes making a series of laughs because of their playfulness.

Dazhuang, carrying a hoe, fell behind the crowd, and a smile couldn't stop appearing on his dark face.

Since the change of ownership of Liaodong, the lives of the villagers have been getting better and better.

Under normal circumstances, people would hide their children at home and not dare to let them play on the streets.

If you offend visiting officials or village landlords, you may even be charged blood tax.

But things are much better now. Everyone has been allocated land, and even the village collective has been given oxen to assist in farming.

However, Dazhuang vaguely remembered that there was a tractor in the next village. That thing was stronger than a plowing ox, and everyone called it an iron ox.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Who cares if it’s an iron ox or a yellow ox? It’s not my turn yet anyway, so I might as well put in some effort to open up a few more acres of land.

At the entrance of the village, the old man who was smoking a pipe saw Dazhuang, and the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled because of his squinting smile.

"Da Zhuang, are you coming back so late today? Aren't you afraid your wife will complain?"

Dazhuang smiled.

"She wouldn't do that. She'd rather I open up a few more acres of land so that when the kids grow up, the whole family can have more food to eat."

Having said that, he couldn't help but look at the old man and couldn't help but give him advice.

"Before, this land belonged to the old master. Now we have a new master and he has let us cultivate it. The cultivated land belongs to us."

"Old man, why don't you urge your own children? Maybe one day the new master will change his mind, and then this village will be gone and this temple will be gone."

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, and couldn't help looking into the distance.

The sky was dark. Normally, you could see the sunset at this time, but the sky seemed to be covered by someone, so dark that it made people's heartbeats slow down a bit.

And just where the dark clouds met the mountains, a rhythmic sound appeared, like the thunderous prelude to a coming storm.

The old man slowly exhaled the smoke from his lungs, his eyes deep.

"Well, who knows if I can live to see that day."

"Of course! Definitely!" Dazhuang affirmed several times.

The old man knocked the ashes out of his pipe and smiled without saying a word.

Dazhuang was also a little nervous.

No way, the new masters who occupy Liaodong should be able to rebel successfully.

No! Definitely!

If they failed, all the hard work they had put into developing the few acres of land would be in vain.

I heard from the locals on the mountain that there is a Holy Mountain Goddess who is quite effective. I will go to pay my respects to her tomorrow.

Holy Mountain Goddess, please bless the new master to win.

Dazhuang came to his senses and saw that the village was gradually shrouded in darkness, with bursts of light shining through the windows.

The playing children were either scolded by their families and sent back into the house, or threatened with being caught by the black men and taken back into the house.

Because the Daqian Dynasty adhered to the virtue of water, the uniforms of its officials were mostly black, especially the officials who collected blood tax, who dressed like the black god of death.

The village fell silent, like a young animal gradually falling asleep, with only a few mumblings heard occasionally.

Some of these sounds were shy private conversations in nearby houses, some were indescribable sounds, the calls of wild cats, and the barking of dogs.

Dazhuang woke up as if from a dream.

I have to go back quickly. She is pregnant and I must not make her angry.

He picked up his hoe and hurried home in two steps.

...

The big farm is located on the east side of the village. It is surrounded by earth walls on all sides and covered with thick thatch on the top. The fence is made of branches as thick as forearms, enclosing a large courtyard.

The man returned home, carefully pushed open the fence gate, put the hoe in a corner of the yard, and walked towards the house excitedly.

"Wife, I'm back?"

When he reached the door, the man, Dazhuang, couldn't help but stop and looked puzzled.

Why no response?

And there is no smoke rising, what's going on?

While he was stunned, he moved his ears.

There was a sound from inside the house, a chewing sound, the sound of an animal chewing raw meat.

Dazhuang's heart tightened.

Is it a giant insect? Or something else?

Not good! Thinking of this, Dazhuang was struck by lightning and looked into the house tremblingly.

My wife is still in there!

He looked around, gritted his teeth, grabbed the hoe and kicked the door open.

"Clang-!"