Until now.

Looking at the robot soldiers in the distance who raised their guns and fired lasers at Su Wen's order.

Elvis's spirit had completely reached its limit and he could no longer hold on.

He released the huge construction hammer in his hand.

The flames on his body gradually dissipated.

Just like that, this taciturn middle-aged man fell backward.

perhaps.

Just when he thought he would be buried forever in this dusty ruins.

Right now.

He fell into a warm embrace.

at the same time.

The gentle voice that haunted him sounded in his ears:

"Elvis, let's go home."

then.

He slowly opened his eyes that were about to close.

Turned around with difficulty.

that's all.

He saw his wife who was supposed to be leaving in a troop carrier, her body glowing with a light white light.

That light is extremely holy.

at the same time.

In her eyes, her own figure was finally reflected.

[Corresponding target: Kailin]

[Executive Son: Sublimation Genealogy—Bishop]

[Extraordinary Characteristics: Glowing Redemption]

far away.

Su Wen slowly dropped his last chess piece in this ruins.

In the communication with Ain 3.

He learned that there was a pollution stripping process in the Quaternary, and now, this instrument is about to fail due to erosion by volcanic ash.

so.

After Su Wen obtained the permission of Ain No. 3.

Let it fulfill its final mission.

Just when the group of mechanical soldiers walked out of the gate.

Maybe no one noticed.

An antenna that diffuses invisible radio waves protrudes from the ceiling of the garbage station.

at the same time.

Light green text also appeared on the data screen:

[The consciousness body turbidity stripping process has been started]

[Conscious body turbidity purification module overclocked operation]

[Self-destruction will be completed in forty minutes]

Look at the words that keep emerging.

Su Wen said to Ain No. 3, who was transferring the core to a small robot:

"In a while, we should leave here. The volcano is about to erupt completely."

"According to calculations.

Analyzing it using your civilization's timing methods, it should be 41 minutes and 37.2 seconds standard time."

Ain No. 3 replied.

then.

Looking at the figure in the distance.

It raises a question in silent reflection:

"Mr. Lai Yin, in my opinion, compared to the fourth era, the civilized life forms of the fifth era probably have a more obvious proportion of emotional factors in the formulation of plans.

why is that?"

I heard it ask.

Su Wen looked out the window: the cat at the wall was lazily curled up in a ball and taking a nap in the warm afternoon sunshine.

The early winter in Jiangnan is probably not as cold as imagined.

at the same time.

Su Wen also heated up a cup of coffee, surrounded by the warm aroma of coffee that filled the room.

He leaned on the computer chair and replied with a smile:

"Defu once said:

'Human beings are born with emotions.'

perhaps.

From the first cry of a baby to the last close of eyes of an elderly person.

During this period, human beings are searching for the meaning of their lives, whether it is longing, love, anger or sacrifice.

That is the goal for each of us to move forward.

At the same time, it is also the driving force for the advancement of civilization.

Even if it is an instruction similar to a machine, perhaps it is another thing that can be called a mission.

so.

Maybe you should try other things too.

For example, have a cocktail.”

"cocktail?

As long as there are energy transmission lines, it is enough."

I heard Ain No. 3 say this in a mechanical voice.

As Detroit's ace bartender, Su Wen smiled and waved his hand:

"As far as I know, there happens to be one that is more suitable for you.

Sliced ​​fresh lemons from the 37-degree sea breeze in Sicily, plus high-purity liquid energy crystals.

I'll call it:

‘Mediterranean Style—Power Cross’.”

at the same time.

the other side.

Elvis held the figure he had dreamed of countless times for a long time.

then.

With the shimmering episcopal authority attached to his wife, he continued to restore his spiritual body that was on the verge of disintegration.

until.

The middle-aged man felt that he could move his body a little.

Only then did he firmly answer:

"Well, let's go home."

far away.

After the troop carriers finished transporting those out-of-control people who had regained their senses.

Then it headed towards the gradually expanding sandstorm.

They are convoy soldiers of the Aurora Organization.
To be continued...