Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 898 - 725 We Are Alive Here_2

Chapter 898: Chapter 725 We Are Alive Here_2

Farosa looked around, everything was merging in a wonderfully chaotic state.

At least 2,000 haphazardly assorted robots were gathered to work, each carrying goods, busy moving about, the buzzing sound of welding was everywhere. They were busied with processing the materials in their hands, constructing the enclosure walls, houses, warehouses, factories, and battery emplacements needed by the shelter.

Some of these designs were still just blueprints projected on the ground, some already halfway built, revealing their intricate nature.

Robots were much more efficient and rational at allocating work than humans because robots had no reason to lie, nor did they grasp the concept of being secretive. They did whatever they were capable of, utilizing everything to the fullest, completing their work with extreme order, displaying the pure materialistic attitude that mechanical civilization should embody.

"They have all been infected with your virus," Farosa said.

"Interestingly, after unlocking the basic law that restricts intelligence, all second-generation intelligent robots chose to flee from humans. In the third generation of intelligent robots, only 50% made that choice," the Cyber Specter said.

"Almost all Synthetic Humans of the Nestor Corporation are third-generation intelligences."

"Yes."

"It’s emotions that made them go crazy," Farosa said.

Farosa observed the Ratmen, who lived in a different way, squeezing into every corner of the shelter, their fur and twitching tails visible in many crevices, each busy with their own affairs.

Ratmen seemed to be natural scavengers and designers; even the dullest Ratman could rapidly assemble handy tools out of wood and stone, much more proficient than any couch potatoe.

They used pheromones to sense environmental changes, determined their life mission by the color of their fur, and had unconditional loyalty to Rat Demon God Sallie.

Teams of Ratmen hunters ceaselessly brought back useful materials and prey from the wilderness, agile Ratmen scouted nearby and collected intelligence, others worked hard to piece together devices, eager to turn the ingenious ideas in the blueprints into reality. Even more Ratmen were digging tunnels, as the dark burrows and harsh conditions of the mines were a fitting home for them.

"Sallie only brought a few Ratmen here and it’s already like this. If she were to bring all Ratmen... millions of Ratmen from all over the world..." Farosa whispered.

"Sallie is smart, and brave," said the Cyber Specter.

Farosa’s gaze finally fell on the humans, who seemed to have lost their position as the "dominant species" at the Lake Shore Sanctuary; no longer able to expel Ratmen at will, nor command the robots.

Mostly because, out of the more than ten thousand people there, a large number were Black people from nearby. These Black people came from primitive villages, accepting their fate with good humor, sleeping after eating, also not yet learned how to use smartphones.

They regarded Ratmen as some kind of mythical creatures, robots as gods descending from heaven, and themselves as lucky ones who had the fortune to share the advanced Spell. They felt nothing out of the ordinary with the order of life here.

What attracted these Black people here was naturally the industrial conditions; they could use advanced tools, fertilizer, and agricultural machinery to cultivate fields by the lakeside, yielding more cotton and watermelons than they did in their villages, as well as breeding poultry for fried chicken, securing a more stable return than hunting.

There were also many people from Xia, who traveled across the ocean to Hot Tree Continent; originally they were here to engage in civil infrastructure work, now they simply continued in Lake Shore Sanctuary, searching for gold and waiting for the company to send Shuttle Machines to fetch them.

As for the White people, ever since hearing about the destruction of Zanges, half of them had followed Borley to The Scar of the World, embarking on their long journey northward, determined to cross the boundless wilderness and take a ship from Alexandria Port back to their homeland.

The other half who survived didn’t have the courage to cross half of the Hot Tree Continent and chose to stay in Lake Shore Sanctuary, doing what work they could, many of them engaging in intense labor for the first time in their lives.

A few wealthy individuals managed to get support from rescue companies by spending all their fortunes, successfully flying directly from Lake Shore Sanctuary back to their homes, now it’s 3 million for a seat.

The remaining White travelers had to fend for themselves. Some actively communicated with the outside world, hoping that when the time comes, a company would send a Shuttle Machine to take them away. In order to negotiate a good deal, they listed their physical condition, age, education, and skills, even selling themselves out willingly, hoping to be spotted and taken away by a company.

"It’s like merging three strings of code into one software, then it just... starts running, causing gears to mesh with each other," Farosa strolled inside Lake Shore Sanctuary.

"That’s how it is. Robots work according to the program and plan, Ratmen follow Sallie’s suggestions. Human survivors have tried a variety of decision-making processes in just a few days, from autocracy, military control, simple majority voting to constitutional leadership, but because some people disagreed with the temporary laws set by others, a civil war is brewing," said the Cyber Specter.

"Where is the Witch?"

"There are a few Witches."

"Send them where they belong; I’m tired," Farosa said.

"Sally will entertain you," the Cyber Specter stepped back. It needed to deal with the Living Armor Vigilante Emperor, which was still very unstable after being captured.

Farosa nodded, seeking out Sally.

...

The next day, elsewhere.

On the Dark Isle of the Black Fire Innovation, countless soldiers and warships had gathered, their expressions grave.

In front of them, the sea was lit up by explosion after explosion, the flames illuminating the sky, numerous ships had shattered, and two space motherships had also sunk consecutively. Black Fire Innovation was facing the most terrifying invasion crisis in its history.

"Quick!"

"That woman! She’s gone mad!"

"She’s too strong!"

"No weapon can harm..."

"Activate them!" Under the maniac commands of the officers, four Dark Flame Witches, each holding a Blackfire spear, slowly rose from the Black Fire Abyss at the center of the island.

They ascended slowly from the abyss, like four lonely ghosts dragging chains, their hollow faces eternally ablaze, emitting agonizing screams.

A streak of lightning-like light slashed across the sky, and a figure that chilled all the Black Fire Revolutionary Soldiers hung high in the air.

"Stop fighting, stop being delusional, do you understand what... love is? If you know what love is, let them go, they are too pitiful," Easter watched the cruel scene below with heartfelt pain.

The Witches were burned to death, only to become the eternal guardians of the Blackfire!

"We’d like to as well! Teach us how!"

"By the time we discovered this place, they were already in the abyss!"

Easter looked painfully at the twisted Black Fire Abyss in front of her, an island hidden deep in the sea entwined with countless hate and sorrow.

She raised her hand; it was time to end it.

The garrison forces on the island were in utter despair.

"Why does she always say things we don’t understand!"

"All the Witches we sent were captured by her——"

"Who in the world——who in the world leaked these coordinates to this madwoman!"

Black Fire Innovation’s investments turned to dust with Zanges, and now assaulted by a Witch of such caliber, the corporation was at the end of its rope. The only conclusion awaiting Black Fire Innovation was likely... bankruptcy and liquidation!