A Visit

Although the Visitors Legion had not been completely wiped out, its losses were still severe. The Supreme Intelligence had clearly learned the full course of events.

Visitors endured the pain in his body. The Supreme Intelligence's psychic punishment felt as though it had torn apart every nerve in his body. He knew that compared to such great intelligence, everything he had done before must have been riddled with flaws.

And the Pursuer was coming to replace him. Once he returned to Hala, he was finished. While he would not face execution, he would likely spend the rest of his days in some dark lower-level research facility.

Researching rocks or dirt every day, with no chance of ever rising again.

Tears. He could shed them now.

But he still held himself back from bursting into tears on the bridge. Struggling to his feet, he pressed his lips together, forced out an incomparably ugly, bitter smile, patted the captain on the shoulder, and then turned to leave.

The captain rose and saluted his retreating back, breathing a sigh of relief. His own future was secure. Though the warship had been damaged, there had been no fault in his command.

Strict military regulations had their benefits. Even if a superior wanted to shift responsibility onto a subordinate, the records of the intelligent computer would not allow it. Whoever was at fault was at fault, and the Supreme Intelligence would understand at a glance.

Poor man. Everyone on the bridge shook their heads. Visitors had actually been a decent leader, at least not as brutal as the Pursuer.

At this moment, however, they clearly had not realized that the Supreme Intelligence had also seen the records of them laughing during the battle.

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