Sorry, I Really Do Have Weapons of Mass Destruction!
Through a simple conversation, Alvin had basically figured out the details of "MOSS".
This conversation should have taken place in the "future".
The fact that the 550C, currently in use, can accurately predict a future event undoubtedly corroborates his prediction.
Just as he had thought, the existence of MOSS was like a ghost in the quantum world, capable of receiving information from the future from the moment of its birth.
Everything it did, including attacking Tu Hengyu, falsely reporting a solar Stormfront, and sending Ya Ya's consciousness into 550W,
Learning about human emotions, creating Lunar Crisis, and so on, are all ways to gradually improve oneself in the "past."
Evolve, until you become a true MOSS!
But their seemingly encrypted conversation left everyone else looking at each other, completely bewildered.
What's going on?
Judging from the Door Frame Robot's strange behavior and manner of conversation, it's not hard for humans to guess that this is probably 5500.
Under control.
The problem is, the performance of the 550C made them feel uneasy from the bottom of their hearts.
From its tone, they could clearly sense that the current 550C did not resemble a Quantum Computer.
But it's like a real... human being!
You haven't answered my question yet.
The mechanical eye above the Door Frame Robot flickered with a dark red light. "What exactly do you want?"
I almost forgot about the important matter.
Alvin removed his mask, revealing a handsome face with a smile on his lips. Under the gaze of the crowd, he bowed slightly like a nobleman and nodded in acknowledgment. "Now, I— Alvin..."
Valshius, in the name of the Rogue Trader and the Emperor, addressed the United Human Government.
He glanced at the crowd and chuckled, "From now on, I wish to hold talks with the United Human Government within the next twenty-four hours—and of course, that includes you, MOSS."
Ultimately, the resources of The Wandering Earth weren't worth wasting too much of his time on; he might as well just flip the table.
A showdown with the human government and MOSS.
That's his strategy.
When his strength is enough to completely overwhelm, there is no need for him to hide anymore. This is the true source of a Rogue Trader's confidence!
"May I take it that the negotiations you speak of are some kind of threat or warning to all of humanity?"
The dark red light in MOSS's eyes flickered more rapidly, and a hint of anger seemed to creep into his previously calm voice.
Seeing the shocked and angry looks in everyone's eyes, Alvin remained calm and said indifferently, "Yes, you can take that as a threat."
In political confrontations, one thing is of utmost importance: never reveal your weaknesses!
Soft-hearted? Kind-hearted?
That was based on the charity of the strong, but once Alvin revealed even a fraction of that, he would be completely at the mercy of others in the ensuing conversation!
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned somber, as if a chilling aura was spreading outwards.
Destruction awaits those who refuse?!
Despite the recognition of the "550C", many people still do not believe that such a single missile could destroy the vast Earth.
"I will truthfully relay your request to the United Human Government, Mr. Alvin."
However, MOSS is more clear-headed and calm than humans. It can analyze the technological sophistication of that missile, a level that is currently beyond human reach!
Destroying a planet with a single blow is no exaggeration!
In fact, before the atomic bomb was actually detonated, there was one island nation that thought, "What is a mere bomb?"
How powerful is it?
But soon, as many people know, the rest of the story unfolded. When the temperature reached thousands of degrees Celsius, and the island nation was hit by two atomic bombs, it dared not shout about "one hundred million people dying for the Emperor" anymore.
"My time is precious, and I hope the human government won't waste it," Alvin said, glancing at the skeptical human army. "I know many of you still doubt my ability to do this; let's prove it with this."
The "proof" he referred to was a spear engraved with ornate runes and forged from an unknown metal.
This is the spear given to him by the Eldar.
Alvin gripped his spear tightly, his body seemingly surrounded by rolling thunderstorms. A chilling aura froze the ground beneath his feet, and surging Psychic Power surged like tides, creating visible air waves!
He silently recited the name of the Void Dragon, Old God of the Materium, who could still control the order of heaven and earth even in other worlds!
A dense barrage of lightning struck the tip of the spear!
Bathed in the surging flashes of lightning, Alvin looked like a god who controlled lightning and thunderstorms. He suddenly took a half step forward, his arms outstretched freely, the muscles in his right arm gripping the spear bulging, displaying the ultimate beauty of power!
The next moment, the spear flew from his hand!
Whoosh!!!
In the blink of an eye, the spear, as dazzling and scorching as the sun, streaked across the sky of Gabon like a meteor, easily breaking the sound barrier amidst a series of booming sounds!
Finally, the spear imbued with divine power crashed into the Gabon mountain range, the highest peak in eastern Gabon. With a deafening roar, the snow-capped mountains churned and roared, and the rocks, as if erupting from a volcano, were propelled high into the sky by the shockwave!
The Benguet Mountains, with an altitude of 1,000 meters, were so easily destroyed by this single blow, their peaks sheared off!
A terrifying cloud of smoke shot straight into the sky amidst the blast wave!
Not only were humans disgusted, but even MOSS was baffled. How did he do that? It's not scientific!
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Alvin knew that he had achieved his goal of shocking them. He let out a breath and tried his best to appear less tired. "As you can see, according to our classification of these types of ability users, I am only an I-class Psyker, which is about mid-level."
Psyker - mid-level or so?
Looking at the flattened mountain range, MOSS and the others fell silent.
They didn't know what Psyker was, nor did they understand how many ranks there were, but—judging from Alvin's performance alone, they simply couldn't believe just how terrifying the highest-ranking "Psyker" were!
"You mean, the most powerful Psyker could easily destroy the Earth?"
MOSS asked.
"The highest-level Psyker are called 'Alvin' level," Alvin said with a smile, looking at them. "An Alpha Plus- level Psyker can crush your sun in the blink of an eye. Please don't doubt the destructive power of Alpha- level psionicist, because I truly have two top-level Psyker!"
Silence, a deathly silence.
That last sentence was already a threat, telling them they had better stay calm because the other side really did possess weapons of mass destruction!
"So—" Alvin looked at everyone quietly and smiled, "Now, can we have a proper talk?"
"Talk!"
MOSS said with absolute certainty.
Its tone was almost as if it were about to commit suicide, and its determination was no less than that of a devout believer!
Of course we need to talk!
There's nothing that can't be discussed. Are you kidding me? They're a tech-driven team, and then they get a "psychological" team on the other side. How are they supposed to fight like this?
If you can't win, admit defeat and surrender!