Ending of Section 54

"Let me guess what are you doing? Are you planning to let go of your past grudges with the Blood Duke and join forces to deal with me? I think it's time for me to get close and then work together to make a sudden blow? I guess right? I thought you were very cunning! Hahahaha...haha..." He let out an almost morbid ecstasy laugh. "I'm sorry to be inserted into this scene halfway, but as an audience, I have reason to think that this script should be modified as necessary."

"As for you, Duke of Blood. You don't have to thank me at all. To be honest, I really can't allow you to be killed like this. It's really not possible! If you die like this, I'll be very troubled."

The gray-white cloak's gaze became ferocious and ferocious in a second. "Because I really look forward to the moment when I kill you with my own hands!"

"Have we... seen it?" Ashu Rufate asked with some difficulty. He knew he was delaying time, but rather than a clever arrangement, it was an instinct, because in this case, he could not resist or escape. The worst thing was that Carrie, who always accompanied him and gave him key help and guidance... had become untrustworthy.

Although Carrie just made that opinion, he could never look at her like she did in the past. Not everyone's nerves are so tough that they can withstand such drastic changes. However, Carrie's erosion of him has been weakened to almost negligible, allowing him to concentrate on facing the predicament in front of him - of course, in this case, it is indeed impossible to do so.

"Have we seen it? This is a good question." The gray-white cloak is not offensive. In fact, this is more in line with his wishes, because the longer you enjoy the victory, the better. "I'm sure you haven't seen me, but I've seen you. I've seen you, yes, I've been watching you, but you don't know it myself. When you're taking the green skin into Oren City, I'm watching you; when you're taking the Immortal Legion and the Ryans in a decisive battle;

When you entered the mysterious tower and faced the magic map, I was watching you. When you duel with Yilan, when you were in the underground world, when you disguise as a dwarf, when you were on the battlefield, I was watching you all the time. You have never been out of our control. You think your actions are secret, and no one can notice your little secrets that you deliberately concealed by you, but you don’t know that your every move has already been under my nose."

"Master," Carrie said quietly in his mind. "I can provide you with a magic. There is only one magic opportunity to use magic to strengthen your body strength to fight gravity... I can have about one second to act. If you can take this opportunity to launch a raid, your speed may not be very fast, but he is also affected by gravity and his movements become dull. If you can kill him with one sword... we have a chance..."

But the distance between the two sides was a little too far. The gray-white cloak carefully (or by chance) kept the distance to a level of five or six steps. This was not a distance that could be attacked. Now Ash Rufate knew that these gods in the star field had physical qualities that were not inferior to him.

While speaking, the gray-white cape had already taken out something from her body that looked like a pistol. The thing not only looked like a pistol, but also held it very much like a pistol. The gray-white cape pinched the pistol, placed her index finger on the trigger position, and pointed the muzzle at Ash Rufate's head.

He pulled the trigger.

Ashrufate let out a sigh. There was no sound of gunpowder detonation, nor a fatal bullet, just a slight "Ghada" sound. Is this a threat? Just like a cat always plays with it when he catches a mouse?

In his doubts, Carrie's scream came from his mind.

"Oh, did you fail?" The gray-white cape slowly retracted the pistol, "Ah, it's so unfortunate. But I'm really not very good at subtle calibration. It seems that it will take some time." He touched the pistol, as if he was adjusting something. But soon, his eyes looked at Ashu Rufate and let out a creepy laugh.

"Oh, sorry...I forgot to introduce it." He showed the pistol in his hand to Ash Rufate. "This thing is called a vibrator, it is a tool, and of course it can also be used as a weapon. I adjusted its output power to the lowest level, and it can turn off the artificial intelligence in your head through your skull. If I adjusted his power to the highest level... then he could directly turn your head... no, plus everything in a large area around your body, no matter what it is, into a paste."

When making this introduction, the gray-white cloak is actually looking forward to seeing fear and anxiety in the other person's eyes. It is best to say something begging for mercy from the other person's mouth. If that's the case, that's great.

Because of this, he can say the words of rejection in the most regrettable and sweetest tone.

But it doesn't seem to have such an effect... Maybe it's because I just said it so much that the other party has no luck at all. But it doesn't matter - there's a little regret, but it doesn't hurt the overall situation.

"I guess that artificial intelligence must be secretly giving you a suggestion to use magic to temporarily strengthen your power so that you can have a chance to launch a sneak attack?" said the gray-white cape, and deliberately took a step back. "Hey, Carrie, don't think that you are the only one in the world who is so smart, and others are fools."

While speaking, he had adjusted his vibrator, raised it again and pointed it at Ashu Rufate's head and pulled the trigger.

Carrie screamed in her mind again, her voice very miserable.

"Oh, it failed again." Gray White Cloak shook his head. "It seems that I am not a good gambler. I didn't win a gamble for one-third of the chances. I only turned off the energy storage device...ah..."

The content of his words was completely inconsistent with his tone, because his voice was filled with a sense of tyranny. This failure probably only made him more pleasant. Because the pain of procrastinating prey - just like the cats playing with mice under their claws - was something that could give the hunter greater excitement and pleasure.

"It's over... it's over... it's really over..." In my mind, Carrie's voice was filled with despair. "Part of me was cut off... I can't use magic anymore."

"You...want to kill me? Why?"

"Because you killed Yilan." The gray-white cloak looked at the other party cruelly. His hands were adjusting the vibrator in his hand.

"I'm self-defense...I'm just her trying to kill me."

"Your choice has nothing to do with me. You killed her, so I will never kill you easily today. What a pity, I can't let you live for a long time, so that I can use all known means to torture my heart. I admit that it's a bit regretful, but I can at least use this."

The gray-white cape once again raised the vibrator in his hand - to extend the opponent's fear before his death, he deliberately did very slowly. Instead of aiming at Ash Rufate's head, he aimed at his body and his waist. As he said before, this tool could be used as a weapon because it could turn anything directly into paste, including clothes, including these shiny metal walls and floors.

Ash Rufate embraced the magic wind. He calmed down and used all his will to extract, condense and form a magic power from the magic wind. Carrie had long taught him all the magic - all the magic in the world, but he never practiced seriously. Because his nature was not suitable to be a spellcaster. But now, magic is his only chance.

A hungry and cruel smile appeared on the corner of the gray-white cloak. He looked at the mouse's claws's mood with his cat, and watched Ashu Rufate raise his left hand in vain, and he was slow and trembling slightly. What else can prey do? His body was pressed by the huge weight, so the fighting technique he was best at was useless - even if the sword was in hand, what could he do? And magic, he knew very well. Because he had already obtained all the intelligence of Ashu Rufate's ability from the database of the Dark Castle. Ashu Rufate only mastered the flame magic - poor magic.

The magic exploded, and he just put his hand on his waist and activated the protective field. This futile magic had no meaning to him and was only worthy of being ridiculed. But the next moment, he realized a sore feeling suddenly rushed to his heart. He opened his mouth, trying to make a surprise sound, but a stream of blood was involuntarily coming out of his mouth.

He lowered his head and saw the long sword piercing through his body. Ashu Rufate had just made a fake move with his left hand, which attracted his attention and threw the long sword in his hand with his right hand. The long sword pierced through his chest, that is, the position of his heart.

The gray-white cape subconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand. Huge energy came out from the muzzle of the vibrator and directly crushed everything in front of him. But he could only see a huge gap appeared on the wall in the distance - the heavy damage caused the vibrator to be aimed at the target, but only made a large gap on the side wall of the room.

You can see that these shiny metal walls are not particularly thick, and there are many complex pipes behind the walls. However, now, these pipes are also twisted and shattered.

The bright light that was originally spread throughout the room suddenly became dim. The whole room, no, the whole world was shaking.

...

The video ended. The whole conference room was in a mess.

"That boy...just like this..." After a long time, I don't know who spoke.

"Diet!" Wocher added. "He shouldn't have used a vibrator... I guess the inside of the spacecraft was damaged and the connection system sent an error signal, causing the already extremely unstable spacecraft engine to explode. In this case, he was severely damaged... unable to escape."

"Where is the Blood Duke?"

"Please look at this last picture. He finally summoned his own energy field armor. But it doesn't make sense. The spacecraft engine... the high energy reaction of antimatter level will directly penetrate his protective force field. I guess he will live a few more seconds... but that's all."

“Our artificial intelligence…”

"With the Blood Duke disappeared," Wocher replied. "In this matter, we can say that we have made a loss-making deal. We paid a significant price but got nothing. Qin Xin... It turns out that it is not easy to deal with."

"Wait a minute, I remember there is a portal on the ruins of this spacecraft." Someone interjected.

"That's right." Wocher replied. "But the Duke of Blood has no chance. As you saw just now, the artificial intelligence has been closed. Don't mention that he must pass through layers of portals - without artificial intelligence, he can't open those doors - even if the road is smooth, how far can he get with only ten seconds left? Compared to this possibility, I'm more willing to discuss another possibility - because the portal on the spacecraft is in an active state, it has a little time-time distortion when it is destroyed by the explosion. If he is lucky enough, he will be sent away by the time-time distortion."

"…This probability is about one in a million." Someone sighed.

"In addition, here is the state analysis of the last moment of the Blood Duke." Wocher continued. "I have written a report and sent it to you. At the last moment, we can be sure that the AI ​​in his mind, except for the database, has been closed. Oh, I was wrong. The small energy storage device has not been completely turned off... We have not touched this model of artificial intelligence, and its small energy storage device cannot be completely turned off. What we can only turn off the energy-extracting parts."

"At that time, artificial intelligence had already started the program to suppress the Blood Duke's brain, but because the time was too short, we don't know its effect..."

"What are the consequences of not closing the database?" someone asked unintentionally.

"The consequence is that the Blood Duke can read the database at will - but it's very slow."

"Okay, this topic ends here." Finally a veteran spoke. "From now on, the matter about the Duke of Blood and Artificial Intelligence... I propose to put it on hold indefinitely. Let's focus our energy on our construction work."

Everyone agreed to this decision.

"What should I do if that dark castle? There should be some equipment inside...although it is just some irrelevant equipment." Wocher said.

"That means no meaning to us, nor does it threaten us. Besides, the castle has auxiliary power systems. I think artificial intelligence will set up a self-destructing program. Even if we want to do it, it will be a waste of energy, just a waste of energy." A superior responded. "However, since there is a one-millionth chance, we might as well send spies to monitor the place... If the Blood Duke is not dead - of course, this is just if - he will definitely return to his nest. So keeping this castle can be regarded as leaving the last glimmer of hope."
Chapter completed!