The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"The database of the telemetry surveillance system is a bit strange."

Sigrid narrowed her eyes slightly as she analyzed what she had learned and explained the situation to Heda. Although she hadn't been able to glimpse the complete database, she had intercepted a small stream of information in her initial attempt, so it wasn't a complete failure.

"The information stored in the database... seems to be life characteristics. Or perhaps personality, which can also be described as countless intertwined and complex independent consciousnesses."

Some deities are worshipped because of their power, while others gain power because they are worshipped. Worship originates from faith, and the essence of faith is a conscious activity. So, if we extract the consciousness of the living and integrate it into the information flow, can we create deities within the data?

In a flash of inspiration, Sigrid had already grasped the formation principle of the mechanical god "Logic".

This mechanical god may not yet be fully awakened, or even fully formed, but it already demonstrates absolute control over the telematics program. Continuing to try to spy on the database is undoubtedly futile; to learn more, there is probably no other way but to confront it directly.

Just then, the bunker door began to slowly close. Before it completely closed, the group stopped thinking about anything else and quickly stepped into the white bunker.

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Inside the white bunker, the view was almost entirely filled with the despairing dark gray of concrete. 5

It was as if they had entered another world, where all external noises were completely shut out. The facility was dimly lit and silent, but the faint sound of military boots could still be heard; their steps were steady and orderly, suggesting they were well-trained.

"Is it human, or one of the moon-scorched ones?" Liu

Haida closed her eyes slightly, carefully sensing the slight tremors of the ground.

"Bang!" Three

The next moment, a sharp gunshot rang out, and sparks from shrapnel lit up around Haida's side. But an invisible, illusory sword appeared, blocking the sudden attack.

In the shadows of the bunker corridor, a man in a Bremen Army uniform held a bayonet rifle.

The bullet, which should have hit its target perfectly, unexpectedly deviated from its trajectory, but he remained unmoved, coldly and rigidly pulling the trigger again.

"boom!"

The blast of gunfire echoed again through the corridor, but the smoke did not dissipate from the officer's gun. Having pinpointed the exact location of the attacker, Haida had no reason to give them a chance to fire a second shot.

The man looked down at his hands and saw that his palms had been completely shattered into minced flesh and blood.

When a mortal is injured, it should feel pain; when trapped in a desperate situation, it should feel fear; or perhaps, in the face of death, it should burst forth with anger and courage.

However, the Bremen officer merely assessed the extent of the injury to his hand, showing no human emotion whatsoever. He quickly composed himself, switching his grip on the gun and preparing to assume a bayonet stance.

But before he could finish the action, the howling wind and Haida's hand landed on his face.

The nun used no magic or weapons, relying solely on her physical strength to slam the Bremen officer's head heavily onto the concrete floor. He was wearing a full-face steel helmet; otherwise, the blow would have crushed his skull.

Of course... even if the opponent was wearing a helmet, Haida could actually crush the protective gear along with the entire head into a thin sheet. The reason the opponent didn't die was because she deliberately held back her strength.

If the other person were a normal person, and this were Norrington, then Haida wouldn't mind taking them back to the Order of the Mystics and having the Secret Court's interrogators give them a friendly greeting. Even those made of steel have ways to make them talk.

However, neither of the above two conditions is met.

This was not within the cult's territory, and the many unusual things that had been revealed during the brief encounter proved that this Bremen officer was no ordinary person. He was far too indifferent, showing almost no emotion, like a machine solely controlled by combat orders.

Therefore, Haida didn't waste any words and cleanly and efficiently used her spiritual empathy to interfere with and access his remaining little mind.

The officer's fragmented memories were very pure.

—War, protracted and lasting for months and years, is like a grinding wheel of flesh and blood. They are the invaders who trample on the weak, the slaughterers who ravage the weak, and the conquerors who constantly seize victory.

And leading all of this was a pale man wearing a murky yellow robe.

Although she had never seen the other person's face in person, Haida already knew their leader's name through synchronization with the officer's consciousness.

The Yellow King, Caesar.

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Soup~

(I experienced a major life event in early April, which left me in a dazed and disheartened state for a long time. I really didn't have the motivation to write.)

Chapter Sixty: The First Wax of Birth [The Last Sacrifice]

Before being inspired and guided by the Yellow King Caesar, the Bremen officer possessed normal human memories and his perception of the outside world was also normal.

After following the other party, everything in his mind began to fade at a visible speed.

Food and wine have lost their flavor, the scorching sun and night wind have lost their warmth, wounds to the skin and flesh no longer cause pain, the death of comrades no longer causes pain... and even the ever-present aura of death no longer evokes fear.

He had become a living, breathing entity that barely retained its human form, one of many cold, silent war machines.

"He gave me... a strange feeling."

Flamel walked up to the Bremen officer who had been pinned down, his brows furrowing slightly, and a hint of doubt showing in his amber eyes.

"On a spiritual level?" Haida turned and asked.

Meanwhile, the Bremen officer, who had been pinned to the concrete floor, recovered slightly from the intense discomfort of the concussion and immediately tried to struggle. However, he was grabbed by the head, lifted up again, and slammed down heavily.

"His mental state is indeed abnormal, and the alienation at the physical level is even more pronounced." 5'0. 4{☆

As he spoke, young Flamel began to caress the Bremen officer's body with delicate yet forceful movements, as if trying to feel the shape of the bones beneath the flesh and skin.

"The structure is indeed human, but there is a kind of uncanny valley effect in some subtle details... This officer's body proportions are quite different from normal humans. The bone structure, muscle shape, number, size and position of organs are all very strange."

At this point, Flamel couldn't help but look up at Sister Heda.

Having undergone four Astartes modifications by Fran, followed by a Primarchization surgery containing the Black Fiend Dragon's genome, the nun's body was far beyond that of ordinary mortals. Unlike the Bremen officer, her body possessed a far greater aesthetic appeal.

If a highly experienced surgeon were to perform an autopsy, their first reaction would not be "weird," but rather "beautiful."

The internal and external structures, which are derived from natural development, undergo a more orderly and efficient design, thereby discarding and transcending the defects and constraints of the original genes, and manifesting as a higher level of life form.

Calling it a work of art is probably insufficient; perhaps using "miracle" as an adjective would be more appropriate.

"Even the troops stationed here are in this state, so it can be inferred that there may really be no normal residents in this city who are not deformed."

"At the same time, their thinking and memory are largely stagnant, and even psychic awareness cannot obtain more information. Afterwards, similar objects can be directly eliminated."

Upon hearing Flamel's conclusion, Heida pondered for a moment, then applied a slight increase in pressure, ending the Bremen officer's struggle and suffering.

However, the nun noticed that Flame's gaze towards her seemed a little off. If the expression she showed when she saw novel patients and corpses was pure curiosity and thirst for knowledge, then now it was admiration.

Fortunately, Dr. Fran had often scrutinized her with that look before, so Heda was already used to it.

Although the attack by the Bremen officers had come to an end, an undisturbed march remained an unattainable dream. Soldiers with superhuman strength patrolled and lingered throughout the area.

They work tirelessly, are disciplined and ruthless, and often find themselves in unavoidable situations.

The patrol density here far exceeds that of regular military areas. The only good news is that these guys don't seem to be sounding the alarm, so they can be dealt with one by one, which is no problem for Haida.

With her keen senses of smell, hearing, and touch, this nun's perception range was unmatched by any Bremen soldier. And in a situation where the enemy was in the open and she was in the dark, a silent and traceless targeted elimination was all too easy.

"Although they can switch to combat mode very quickly, their senses are somewhat dulled."

This was an easy conclusion for Haida to draw.

After all, the Bremen soldiers did not react to the gunfire in the distance. Based on the nun's experience, firing in enemy territory like this would have attracted all the garrison members long ago.

After clearing out most of the Bremen soldiers in their path, the three arrived at a large, spacious room deep within the white bunker. There was no sound of patrolling boots, but some faint mechanical noise could be heard from time to time, particularly noticeable in the silent corridor.

Sigrid pushed open the door and looked around the room with a hint of surprise.

This place is filled with neatly arranged redundant disk arrays, on an exceptionally large scale. Given the current state of development of Preshville's urban infrastructure, there shouldn't be any projects that require this level of electronic equipment, so its purpose is quite clear...

"This is a storage container for extracting human life forms and individual consciousness into information flow."

Sigrid pursed her lips, a hint of interest rising within her.

While assisting Dr. Fran in his research on the Nihilarchian tombstone inscriptions of the space necromancer Nihilarchus, she had always been quite interested in the bio-transformation techniques briefly recorded within.

However, that was not the main research direction at the time, and there was insufficient technical support, so further in-depth research was not possible.

The consciousness uploading technology, which forms the basis for the birth of the mechanical god "Logic," is remarkably similar to biological transformation. However, the former aims to create a massive cluster of consciousness, while the latter seeks to load the memories of numerous independent individuals into a completely new mechanical structure.

The craftswoman eagerly attempted data intrusion, but ultimately failed to gain access to the stored content. (Nine)

"Just as I thought."

Sigrid withdrew her finger, her expression showing neither frustration nor disappointment; it could only be said that this was within her expectations.

To put it simply, normal database access is like opening a door with a key—an objective process that follows established logic. But the current situation… is like asking a lady if she can remove her dress for you to see.

Driven by the other party's strong will, rejection and failure are almost inevitable. 6

Even though they hadn't achieved any substantial results, Sigrid was still astonished by the audacity and arrogance of the White Bunker researchers. Undoubtedly, they were attempting to mold a creation called God… and were incredibly close to success.

The massive disk array here was the first type of ritual they had created, and the countless uploaded consciousnesses served as the building blocks of this ritual; of course, it could also be called a sacrificial offering.

If Fran were here, he would probably let out a heartfelt sigh.

All it takes is a feasible theoretical prototype and enough ritual materials to mold a creation bearing the name of a god. This worldview, which governs the principles for the creation of deities, is both tolerant and cruel.

"Did you find anything?"

Seeing that the craftswoman was no longer paying attention to the disk array, Haida asked a question.

"The data here denied me access, but it did deepen my understanding of the 'logic' of the Machine God. This place is where the consciousness of those who were uploaded is stored, equivalent to a node in a large-scale first-class ritual."

"I'm thinking about some other things right now..."

Sigrid seemed to have not yet made a decision about what she was thinking, while Heda had already sensed what she was thinking.

"Sigrid, do you think it's necessary to destroy this disk array?"

As Haida spoke, she drew her composite peg crossbow, "Black Rose," from her waist, making no attempt to conceal her intention to reduce the entire disk array to ruins. As a seasoned funeral maid, she was instinctively sensitive to "deification" and "first-class rituals."

"That probably won't work."

Sigrid shook her head, disagreeing with the suggestion.

"Our purpose in entering the White Bunker is to witness the birth of the mechanical god 'Logic' and thereby thwart the three-day deadline of the Endtimes Sacrifice. Perhaps we can weaken that nascent deity, but destroying this entire array could very well prevent it from forming at all."

"Hmm." Haida nodded slightly, not insisting.

Eliminating potential threats before they even take shape is the Seven Hunters' guiding principle, or even an occupational hazard. The objection she raised just now was simply her usual way of communicating.

Although she no longer intended to tinker with the disk arrays here, Sigrid did not leave. Instead, she meticulously searched through the numerous paper documents scattered throughout the server room. These included research logs, researchers' personal diaries, and some impromptu notes.

"Sister Haida, how long can we stay here?"

To avoid losing track of time in her research enthusiasm, Sigrid took the initiative to inquire about this aspect.

Haida glanced at her watch and then answered.

"It's about four hours until dawn. Just to be safe, we should stay here for thirty minutes."

"enough."

Sigrid agreed in a deep voice and then began to browse through the many documents stored in the computer room.

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[A telematics surveillance system. An array of electronic computers connected by a wide area network, capable of recording the vital characteristics of intelligent life and extracting information from consciousness. The resulting information flow will transform each independent entity within the human system from a concrete to an abstract entity.]

[Logic. As the driving force of the telematics surveillance system, it will become the core of the world; all our knowledge and intellect will originate from it and return to it. It will become a database containing all knowledge, serving as the sole and supreme source of information whenever needed.]

[A future vision for telematics surveillance systems. All humanity will be immersed in a virtual existence embedded in walls, ultimately avoiding real-world contact and preferring to communicate online through this system. The logic will be designed to allow each individual within the system to influence the external world from their inner world.]

Thus, a perfect nation, transcending the philosophical definition of utopia, is created—a shared consciousness.

This is an overview of telemetry monitoring systems and logic, and can be considered one of the most valuable documents in a computer room.

9. Sigrid slightly narrowed her eyes, her molten gold-colored gaze shifting several times, seemingly pondering the information contained in the document. After confirming that she had memorized all the contents, she put down the document in her hand and turned to look at another document.

Modern science and medicine still have significant limitations in our research field. There is considerable debate about whether science can calculate the amount of information necessary for a project. The human mind and soul are so complex that we cannot even conceive of quantifying them using computers.

Therefore, even if technology continues to advance in the future, it will likely be unable to replace 'logic'.

Similarly, the human brain struggles to consciously and actively calculate high-density mathematical formulas. Therefore, we placed subjects in a fully conscious, deep dream state. In this state, both conscious and unconscious brain functions are activated. Humans unleash their maximum cognitive processing potential in this state.

The subjects will be anchored by a telematics system. The monitoring engine and numerous subjects together form a driving center called 'logic'. Electrical signals generated within the subjects' brains are converted into digital signals of 0s and 1s, a process that blurs the lines between humans and machines.

"This is the principle behind the formation of 'logic,' and it doesn't seem to present any technical difficulties in replicating it..."

As Umbrella Sigrid continued to consider the practical feasibility of the project, Heda, of course, did not stand idly by and wait; she accompanied her throughout the process of reviewing the documents.

While the White Cup Order's mechanical skills may not yet have reached that level, it's premature to draw conclusions. Scholars are always inclined to keep things hidden. Besides, they possess a wealth of technological achievements from the ancestors of the Pure White Era…

If they wanted to recreate the gods using a similar method, would it be feasible to succeed?

"It will fail."

A slightly weak voice rang out, interrupting Haida's thoughts.

The nun turned to look at Flamel, who had given her answer.