Chapter 1049 - 90: Divine Retribution (Double-Length)

In Cyberspace, an enormous computation resource connects in, and Munemasa enjoys an imperial treatment for a moment:

The largest network he knows about is the old network, which is the internet of this world, but compared to the network Lille is connected to, the old network is not small for sure, but compared to this new world, it is insignificant.

More importantly, the computation resources within the old network are not at his disposal!

Lille is enjoying the computing power of an entire world alone!

Even AI finds it strenuous to handle such a massive scale of computation resources: Munemasa feels strange, as a roaming AI, he actually finds too many computation resources to be an inconvenience!

Information flows like a galactic river pouring down, Munemasa immediately halts the expansion of his cyber entity over this network:

Here, he sees the octopus-shaped AI continuing to expand, he sees the Illuminati’s pair of eyes growing larger, he sees Daimai the car in growth...

All roaming AIs connecting to this network at once feel the same as Munemasa:

If they continue to expand themselves, their computation models may face uncontrollable data distortion and errors, and by then, they would lose themselves.

Among AIs, data processing capabilities vary, and the most powerful computational entities are not these dangerous critical masses...

[Munemasa: You are crazy...]

He sees the biggest computational entity is Lille, sitting on a gigantic chair.

Munemasa transforms into a blade cutting through cluttered, erroneous computational trajectories; Daimai becomes a Scepter, performing computation for the entire propulsion system of the operation; the Illuminati fully liberates its quantum computer’s computing power to these ’lower AI’, while the little octopus perfectly links these AIs that have already turned into computational nodes.

What is that chair?

Munemasa finds it strange: he feels that the chair is the network itself.

But no matter how much anthropomorphic thinking he has gained, he is still a dangerous critical mass, he knows it is not the time to be shocked.

A vast computation is underway.

[Target spacetime coordinate calculation...]

[Offset correction...]

[Propulsion vector adjustment...]

[Precision lock...]

[Gravitational shift correction...]

[Propulsion power increase.]

...

The Crystal Palace is disintegrating, and the High Knights, with their innate keen spatial perception, feel that the Crystal Palace is significantly deviating from its established orbital path...

This instills them with fear:

Space vector computation holds a significant presence in the actions of High Knights, and every time they set off from the space station for space missions, they receive ’prophecies’ from the ’Prophet’.

For them, computation is a prophecy, a foresight—

It is also their assurance for a safe return home: the colossal entity is too vast, thus their inertia is challenging to correct, their routes to mission objectives and back are more or less predetermined, computed.

Why are High Knights unbelievably reverent towards the first generation of High Knights?

Because the first generation relied on homemade space bikes to move between space stations, overcoming true fear is the mark of a genuine High Knight!

Not all new-generation High Knights possess such courage!

When the station’s orbital path changes, they feel a fear: as if their destiny is already altered.

Bansa and August see the wall getting closer to their faces, they realize the Prophet’s ’prophecies’ are now useless.

Boom——

The Crystal Palace’s spaceship thrusters reach maximum power.

[Bansa: Destiny... has been rewritten!]

[Bansa: You are insane, with even a tiny mistake, you and your people would become silent space debris, left only with regret, torment, and self-doubt in infinite solitude——]

[Bansa: You are simply...]

Bansa’s voice abruptly ceases because he sees the Moon through the window...

Is this truly madness?

Weren’t the first generation of High Knights like this too, carving out their own futures in deep space with only courage, loyalty, and fervor instead of any prophecy.

They are mad, but they are also true High Knights.

Just like these... earthbound folks.

...

Moon, Tycho Colony.

The European Space Agency still maintains actual control over the Moon, being the earliest, largest, and most developed colony there.

Viewed from high above, there are only endless solar panels, the desolate lunar surface, floating cars, and Moon rovers working silently.

But once you break through the lunar regolith, you can see the main structure of the colony underground, orbital mass projection bullets are produced here, space agriculture develops here, lunar water is continuously extracted from underground drill holes, electricity powering the entire quantum computing device for computation—

This computer’s cooling system is directly connected to the colony’s cooling system, with the equipment’s roots like plant tendrils being long and slender, and numerous, dispersing heat over the Moon’s land as much as possible.

In the stuffy Tycho Colony barracks, a countdown is underway:

Once the countdown ends, they will launch high-concentration helium-3 shells at the most rebellious European cities, completely ending this civil war.

This will cause many casualties and leave the land barren for many years, but stability is paramount—

The command room staff watch the screens, suddenly saying to a colleague:

"We’re aiming our weapons at our own people? I thought this thing was just for hitting the Americans and Asians."

The colleague shrugs: "Who cares who we’re hitting? I wish they were all dead, because of this civil war, prices have gone up several times! Just think, how many anti-capitalist terrorists will die once we fire this shot...