Turing's Eastern Expedition

Two hellish missions triggered simultaneously—this is unprecedented.

What caught the senior engineer's attention even more was the reward for the second timed hellish mission—a cosmic treasure.

Megastructures – Relics – Wonders

This is something that transcends the concept of "equipment".

For example, the most basic cosmic megastructures, such as the Great Wall of Stars, must at least be built by an "ascended civilization" and must be registered with the "Civilization Council".

They are given the name "universe" because only the prefix "universe" is worthy of them.

However, the level of "cosmic treasures" is one level lower.

The prefix "universe" is more of a compliment than a sign of sophistication.

Even a Type III civilization can create its own cosmic treasures.

Although this level 40 cosmic newbie, Senior Engineer, has no right to look down on a level 3 civilization.

Moreover, 'cosmic treasures' are unique, meaning they cannot be mass-produced.

Most importantly, whether it's a megastructure or a relic, it requires a powerful force at the level of a civilization to activate it.

The "cosmic treasure" is more like a "single piece of equipment".

In the universe, the most famous super-powerful beings all possess their own unique cosmic treasures, such as the "Fallen Star Halberd," the "Nebula Armor," the "Dark Devourer," and the "Slaughter Spear." Each of these items has earned a formidable reputation in interstellar wars.

The Queen of Blades' double-edged sword is a high-level cosmic treasure, which earned her the formidable reputation of the "Insect Plague".

The level of the cosmic treasures given in a second-tier hell mission won't be very high; but no matter what, they are still cosmic treasures!

Gao Gong dares to say that after obtaining the cosmic treasure, whether it is defensive or offensive, he can completely crush all the experts on this planet, including the other twelve Collapse Entity!

Soon, the door to the "Black Bar" opened, and Bird of Paradise, Du Mei, and the Personality Simulator walked in.

Compared to the previous two, which both feature virtual female characters, the art style of "Personality Simulator" is very bizarre. It looks like a ginseng fruit with a hideous face and limbs.

"Beep beep—"

Name: Personality Simulator

Species: Simulation software

Level: 53

Skill:...

So this guy is a soft-bodied creature?

The senior engineer stared intently at the other person, which made the "Personality Simulator" feel immense pressure, because it was rumored that this was the one who had suppressed three "Cyber Hacker Ancestors".

"Come on, an emulator, huh? Let's talk."

Just as the senior engineer was discussing the "avalanche" with the simulator, a similar event was happening at the fortress, one of the three mother cities.

The fortress has many clones, but its true form is an old man without 'facial features'.

Unlike the deep web, whose core is the underlying cyberspace, the core of the fortress is a white corridor.

The corridor may seem ordinary, but each room is home to a menacing monster. Releasing any one of these monsters could trigger a planetary catastrophe.

These are all the uncontrolled "personal faces" of the "Fortress Old Man," in other words, they are all himself.

An elderly man with no facial features stopped at the door of a room, turned around, and the door became transparent. Behind the transparent door was a kind-looking old man dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Long time no see, fortress."

"Long time no see, my first personality," the faceless old man of the fortress said coldly. "Are you settling in well here?"

"I can barely adapt," the kind old man said with a smile. "But I must remind you that you are using others, and others are using you. Be careful of those aristocrats in the clouds. You know, they have the keys to enter our bodies."

"If they enter, they will only become one of my countless personality derivatives."

"Maybe so, but what if they become offspring of another monster? You know, they act as brokers between the cosmic society and the Cyber Test Site, so they might have gotten themselves into some dirty stuff."

"You're always worrying unnecessarily. It's your stubbornness that makes me choose to get rid of you completely."

The kind old man shook his head and said nothing more, and the door was no longer transparent.

The faceless old man of the fortress arrived at another room, pushed open the door, and again did not go in, but simply stood outside the threshold.

This is not without reason. There is no floor inside the door. Instead, there is a constantly sinking "snow layer". The "avalanche" here is more dangerous than the one the senior engineer has seen, because in addition to the "avalanche" of the floor, the air above is also "avalanche". Strings of "ice shards" are inserted and inserted from the space, and the ice shards are full of cracks.

The opponent's control over 'space' is no less than that of 'Purple Energy String,' and may even be more destructive.

Above the "avalanche hole" in the floor, a vague figure saw the "Fortress Old Man" and let out an arrogant laugh:

"Hahahaha, fortress, isn't it time for the Hunt to collapse? According to the deal we made back then, shouldn't you let me out?"

"It's not time yet."

"Don't try to fool me!" A figure emerged from the avalanche, its upper body emerging as a transparent and eerie humanoid shape. What was most striking were its blood-red eyes.

"I can sense that Collapse Entity Number Thirteen has been born. According to our agreement, you must release me! Don't forget, a hundred years ago, without my help, how did you expel your first personality?"

"I wanted to send you out as the 'Minister of the Mobile Department in Ghost in the Shell'," the old man in the fortress said calmly. "But unfortunately, Deep Web rejected the proposal. She suggested that the host of the 'Honkai Collapse Entity' should serve as the minister, and that brainless Cybertronian agreed."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's that bitch again!" Snow Shadow roared angrily. In an instant, the entire room collapsed, and the avalanche spread endlessly, burying the old man of the fortress on the spot.

"If I hadn't been deceived by this woman back then, I would have started hunting long ago. Fortress, your suspicions are correct. The Deep Web has long been occupied by 'Collapse Entity Number One.' She's not on your side now, but on the 'Collapse Entity's' side. Think about it, in the past hundred years, how many times has she stopped your attempts to contain Collapse Entity? She's a liar. She just wants to wait for that 'Cosmic Relic' to be successfully synthesized so she can take it and leave this planet, thereby escaping the control of the 'Upper Civilization.' Let me out..."

As the 'Snow Shadow' raged, an avalanche rushed into the 'corridor,' turning everything in its path into a vast expanse of white. Even the monsters that could cause a planetary crisis vanished under the 'avalanche,' including the 'kind old man' from before.

The "kind old man" frowned, but did not look at the "avalanche," instead looking towards another room.

"I'll find another opportunity, don't worry, you won't have to wait long."

The old man's voice rang out again from the fortress.

"Don't be impatient. As long as you haven't regained your body, your power is uncontrollable. There are several powerful figures among the current 'Collapse Entity'."

Bang

With a soft click of the door closing, the previous "avalanche phenomenon" vanished completely, as if it had never existed at all.

The faceless old man stood quietly in place, as if pondering something. Finally, he started walking again, heading towards the very room the kind old man had looked at earlier.

The old man of the fortress pushed open the door once more. There was no one in the room, only golden light that filled the entire room. The light was not as dangerous as an 'avalanche,' but rather filled with an indescribable comfort and a touch of majesty.

The old man in the fortress, with his face devoid of features, seemed to exude a sense of peace.

It was a force that was incompatible with the "Cyber Test Grounds".

"Turing," the old man in the fortress said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness of the Fortress." A clear male voice rang out, the tone very gentle.

"Cybertron and the Deep Web don't know you're here yet. You need to complete the Ark's planetary voyage as soon as possible and become a complete Number Three. Otherwise, they'll become suspicious sooner or later. After all, Number Thirteen has already been born, second only to Turing after 'War,' yet it hasn't entered the modification stage yet, which is abnormal."

"I will notify the church as soon as possible to complete the final step."

"Completing the last step is only your first step," the old man in the fortress said calmly. "Next, you will devour all the 'Big Data Conceptual Entity,' which I have already nailed to the Golden Protocol of Cyberspace. Once you devour them, you will gain control of a higher level of power."

"The sequence of 'modification' is from front to back. Number One cannot leave the Deep Web, and the Deep Web cannot get rid of Number One. The Second War is even more heretical, becoming an existence like us. Therefore, you are the most suitable Collapse Entity to become a 'vessel'. Grow up as soon as possible, complete the natural synthesis of the Collapse Entity, and don't disappoint me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The old man at the fortress closed the door once again.

Inside the door, the golden light remained as warm, gentle, and majestic as before.

However, in reality, a glimmer of golden light appeared on the electronic church of every parish, whether in reality or in virtual form.

There were thousands upon thousands of these golden lights, covering all the underground parishes.

The electronic evangelist began shouting wildly, his normal pupils flashing with electronic light.

"Namo shamatha!"

"Namo shamatha!"

"Namo shamatha!"

"Namo shamatha!"

These three words transformed into a stream of verbal data, sketching out divine figures that pierced through the three mountains of simulated signals, artificial thoughts, and virtual programs, forming a more authentic language and a more profound ideology.

Even players have been affected.

The person who underwent "brain-computer Brain Waterlogging" manipulation through back channels suddenly sat up, their eyes filled with a golden light, and shouted:

"Namo shamatha!"

"Namo shamatha!"

"Brain-computer interface modifier, please return to the operating table immediately; your surgery is not yet complete."

The voice of artificial intelligence calmly rang out.

However, after just one glance at the "Brain Waterlogging" experiment, the artificial intelligence crashed.

Bishops of the Isaiah school, bishops of the Worm school, bishops of the Greyling school.

The three sects, locked in a life-or-death struggle, were now looking in the same direction.

The ruins of Tyria.

A holy city in the age of civilization.

They knew that the Eastern Expedition had begun.