Chapter 736: Chapter 261: Turing’s Eastern Expedition
Two Hell-level tasks were triggered simultaneously, a first in opening history.
What caught Gao Gong’s attention even more was the reward for the second timed Hell Task—a Cosmic Treasure.
Giant Structure—Relic—Marvel
This is an existence that transcends the concept of ’equipment.’
For instance, the most basic Cosmic Monuments, like the Great Wall of the star system, must at least be crafted by an ’Ascension Civilization’ and must be registered with the ’Civilization Council.’
Labeled with the name ’Cosmic,’ because only the prefix ’Cosmic’ is worthy of them.
But the grade of ’Cosmic Treasure’ is one notch lower.
The prefix ’Cosmic’ is more of a praise than a status-symbol.
Even a Level 3 Civilization can forge its own Cosmic Treasure.
Though as a Level 40 cosmic rookie, Gao Gong is not qualified to look down on a Level 3 Civilization.
Moreover, ’Cosmic Treasures’ have uniqueness, meaning they cannot be mass-produced.
And most importantly, whether it’s a Giant Structure or a Relic, it requires Civilization-level powerful forces to drive it.
While a ’Cosmic Treasure’ is closer to a ’single unit equipment.’
In the universe, those famous powerful individuals generally possess their own exclusive Cosmic Treasures, such as the ’Fallen Star Halberd,’ ’Nebula Armor,’ ’Dark Devourer,’ ’Spear of Slaughter,’ each having gained great renown in interstellar wars.
The Blade Queen’s double-edged sword is a high-tier Cosmic Treasure that earned her the terrible repute of ’insect plague.’
A Tier 2 Hell Task won’t give a high-level Cosmic Treasure; but nonetheless, it’s still a Cosmic Treasure!
Gao Gong dares to say, after obtaining a Cosmic Treasure, whether it’s defensive or offensive in nature, he could utterly crush all the experts on this planet, including the other twelve Destruction Forms!
Soon, the doors of the ’Black Bar’ opened, and Paradise Bird, Du Mei, and the Personality Simulator walked in.
Compared to the former two, both with ’female’ virtual images, the ’Personality Simulator’ appeared very peculiar, like a ginseng fruit with a hideous and ugly face and limbs.
’Beep Beep——’
Name: Personality Simulator
Species: Simulation Software
Level: 53
Skills: ...
’This guy’ turned out to be a Software Spirit.
Gao Gong looked intently at it, creating immense pressure for the ’Personality Simulator,’ because the rumors were that this one person suppressed three ’Cyber Hacker Ancestors.’
"Come on, Simulator, is it? Let’s talk."
...
While Gao Gong discussed the ’Avalanche’ with the simulator, similar events were happening at the Fortress, one of the three Mother Cities.
The Fortress had many avatars, but its true form was an elderly man without ’facial features.’
Unlike the Deep Net, whose core is the base layer of network space, the core of the Fortress is a white corridor.
The corridor appears unremarkable, but in each room, there are snarling monsters, any one of which, if released, would cause planetary disasters.
These are all uncontrolled ’personality facets’ of the ’Fortress Elder,’ in other words, they are all him.
The faceless elder stopped at one room’s door, turned, and the door became transparent. Behind the transparent door was a kind-faced elderly man, dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"Long time no see, Fortress."
"Long time no see, my first personality," the faceless Fortress Elder said coldly, "How have you been getting along here?"
"Managing to adapt," the kind old man smiled, "I just want to remind you: while you’re using others, others are using you. Be wary of those Cloud Nobility, you know, they have the keys to enter both our bodies."
"If they enter, they’ll just become one of my many personality derivations."
"Perhaps so, but what if they become a sub-body of another monster? You know, they serve as brokers between the Cosmic Society and the Cyber Test Field, they might have picked up some dirty stuff."
"You always worry excessively. It’s your stagnation that led me to completely break free from you."
The kind old man shook his head, no longer speaking, and the door ceased to be transparent.
The faceless Fortress Elder moved to another room, pushed open the door but did not enter, simply standing outside the threshold.
Not without reason: the room had no floor, replaced instead by a ’snow layer’ constantly sinking. This ’avalanche’ was even more dangerous than Gao Gong had seen, because, in addition to the ’avalanche’ of the floor, the air above was also being ’avalanched,’ with ’ice blades’ piercing in and out of space, covered with cracks.
The opponent’s mastery of ’space’ was no less formidable than the ’Purple Energy Strings,’ perhaps even more destructive.
In the ’avalanche pit’ on the floor, a vague figure saw the ’Fortress Elder,’ and let out a raucous laugh:
"Hahaha, Fortress, isn’t it time for the Destruction Hunt? According to the past deal, shouldn’t you release me?"
"It’s not time yet."
"Don’t think of fooling me!" The figure squeezed its upper body out of the ’avalanche,’ revealing a transparent and eerie human form, with especially striking blood-red pupils.
"I can sense that the No. 13 Destruction Form has been born. According to our agreement, you must let me out! Don’t forget, without my help a hundred years ago, how did you expel your first personality?"
"I wanted to send you out in the name of the ’Minister of the Shell Mobile Division,’" the Fortress Elder said calmly, "but unfortunately, the Deep Net rejected this proposal. It suggested that the host of the ’No. 5 Destruction Form’ should take this ministerial position, and that brainless Cybertron agreed too."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s that bitch again," ’Snow Shadow’ let out an angry roar, and for a moment, the entire room collapsed, with avalanches endlessly spreading out, drowning the Fortress Elder on the spot.
"If it wasn’t for being deceived by that woman back then, I would have started hunting long ago. Fortress, your suspicions aren’t wrong; the Deep Net has long been occupied by ’No. 1 Destruction Form.’ She is not on your side now, but on the side of the ’Destruction Form.’ Think about it. How many times has she stopped you from containing the Destruction Forms over the past hundred years? She’s a liar. She just wants to wait for that ’Cosmic Relic’ to be successfully synthesized, take it, and leave this planet to escape the control of the ’Upper Civilization.’ Let me out quickly..."
With the rage of ’Snow Shadow,’ the avalanche rushed into the ’corridor,’ turning everything into a vast expanse of white. Even monsters that could cause planetary crises disappeared under the ’avalanche,’ including just earlier that ’kind old man.’
The ’kind old man’ frowned, yet he did not look at the ’avalanche’ but in the direction of another room.
"I’ll find another opportunity. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long."
The voice of the Fortress Elder echoed once more.
"Don’t be impatient. As long as you haven’t regained your shell, your power is uncontrollable. Among the current ’Destruction Forms,’ there are quite a few powerful figures."
Bang
With a light door-closing sound, the previous ’avalanche anomaly’ disappeared as if it had never existed.
The faceless old man stood quietly in place as if pondering something, and finally, he stepped forward again, heading toward the room that the kind old man had looked at earlier.
Once more, the Fortress Elder pushed open the door. The room was empty, filled only with golden light, which, unlike the dangerous ’avalanche,’ was suffused with an indescribable comfort and a hint of majesty.
The faceless face of the Fortress Elder seemed to be at peace.
It was a power at odds with the ’Cyber Test Field.’
"Turing," the Fortress Elder said gravely.
"Fortress Your Highness," a bright male voice responded, gentle in tone.
"Cybertron and the Deep Net don’t know you’re here with me. You must quickly complete the planetary voyage of the Ark and become a complete No. 3, or they will soon suspect something, especially since the thirteenth has already been born. Turing, who ranks right after the ’War,’ has not yet entered the modification stage, which is unusual."
"I will quickly notify the Real Church and complete the final step."
"Completing the final step is just your first step," the Fortress Elder said lightly, "Next, you must devour all the ’Big Data Conceptual Bodies.’ They’ve been nailed to the golden protocol of cyberspace by me. Devouring them will grant you higher-level power."
"The sequence of ’Modification’ goes from front to back. No. 1 cannot leave the Deep Net, and the Deep Net cannot rid itself of No. 1. No. 2 War went rogue, becoming like us. So, you are most suitable to become the ’vessel’ as the Destruction Form. Grow quickly and complete the natural synthesis of the Destruction Form. Don’t disappoint me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Once again, the Fortress Elder closed the door.
Inside the room, the golden light remained as warm, gentle, and majestic as before.
However, in reality, a glint of golden light appeared on every Electronic Church in each parish, be it in reality or the virtual realm.
This kind of golden light numbered in the thousands, covering all the underground parishes.
The Electronic Gospel missionaries began to shout wildly, with their pupils constantly flickering with electronic glow.
"Namshabu!"
"Namshabu!"
"Namshabu!"
"Namshabu!"
...
These three words transformed into a verbal data stream, sketching out divine figures that crossed the three great mountains of Sensory Signals, Artificial Thoughts, and Virtual Programs, forming a language more real and an idea more profound.
Even the players were affected.
Those using the backdoor for ’Brain-Machine Configuration’ in ’Brain Watering’ suddenly sat up, their eyes replacing with a golden light, shouting:
"Namshabu!"
"Namshabu!"
"Please, brain-machine modifiers, return to the operating tables quickly. Your surgery is incomplete."
The voice of Artificial Intelligence sounded calmly.
However, ’Brain Watering’ only gave it a glance, and in the next moment, the Artificial Intelligence directly went into downtime.
The bishop of the Isaiah Faction, the bishop of the Wolm Faction, and the bishop of the Grayling Faction.
Three fiercely competing factional branches were now all looking in the same direction.
The ruins of Terria.
The Holy City of the Civilization Era.
They knew the Crusade had begun.
