The adjutant stopped talking. He also understood that the so-called fairness and justice is just a slogan. The final scope of authority always lies with the top decision-maker, otherwise there would be no need for the top decision-maker to exist. After all, even the standard of fairness is

They decided.

He understands the stubbornness of executives, which is related to his own growth process, from being a lowly untouchable all the way up. How much humiliation and suffering he suffered in this process will never be understood by outsiders. Even if he finally endured the humiliation and endured the hardship,

After climbing to a certain height, he was eventually exiled here and became the executive officer of such an abandoned base.

But now, if he accepts human body transformation, then the executive will be equivalent to returning to the bottom. After thousands of years of struggling, he will have nothing in the end. So he is stubborn and unwilling to give in. He wants to fight for his own opportunities, but, in

Everything was in vain in the face of too strong suppression.

Why? Why? Am I always the one who is bullied? I want to resist. If I don’t rise in resistance, I will die in resistance. This is my choice. I don’t want to return to the position of the weak. I wanted to take you with me.

, but it seems that it can’t be done now.

But I will never compromise. I am the first human being, right? A super civilization weapon in the universe, right? Even if he is really a puppet of the Territory Lord Organization, I will have a vigorous showdown with him here. At least I will die.

On the way to the struggle, the executive whispered silently.

However, if it was really the Territory Lord Organization that intervened, how could joining the Territory Lord Organization be considered a failure? The adjutant tried his best to persuade.

Territory Lord Organization? Haha... The executive waved his hand. Is the Territory Lord Organization just a base civilization that can join? It's just cannon fodder. In the end, it can only be cannon fodder. What's more, if this weapon really belongs to the Territory Lord Organization,

Can we survive for so many years? In the competition of interstellar civilization, the losers are cannon fodder like us. We can only be a stepping stone. Why?

Let’s go, let’s all go….

The adjutant was silent. He knew that he could not persuade his executive officer. If he could, things would not have reached this point. He also had to think about these soldiers and scientists, and he could not let them all fall for the executive officer's paranoia.

Buried with him. Since the executive finally decided to give them a way to survive, it is not worth dragging so many people to death just to show their loyalty.

Executive officer, be careful. The adjutant's expression suddenly changed and he said.

The executive looked at him and didn't see any displeasure on his face. Although he could see from the other person's expression that everyone was betrayed and separated, the power eventually left him, and from now on he was alone again. But he didn't want to compromise.

, why is there always someone who can control his own destiny? Why should he still be at the mercy of others after working hard for thousands of years? Why should humans do whatever they want him to do?

Assemble, the adjutant ignored his attitude and shouted loudly.

Thousands of soldiers immediately ran over and lined up.

Turn left, advance at full speed to the entrance of the target passage, put away the weapons and accept human adaptations. The adjutant shouted loudly.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment and all looked at the executive officer. When they saw no reaction from him, they immediately started running towards the aircraft and truck.

The convoy set off, and the executive turned to look at the convoy that was gradually retreating. This was his last follower, the team he had chosen from the beginning, and now he was leaving.

But he didn't feel it was a pity. At this last moment, he didn't want these people to have the same fate as himself, to be controlled by others until their death. He gave them the right to choose freely, otherwise they would all perish in this destined defeat.

Executive? Can't you make some adjustments? Even if we become humans on Earth, our tribe will still be there? The adjutant finally advised.

The executive officer smiled meaningfully and asked: Ziyuan, how do you think those abandoned people broke through the base's defense so easily? Do you think I don't know what they are doing out there?

Did you let them out on purpose? Why? The adjutant asked with his eyes widened in surprise.

Because I found that our plan could not succeed at all, and I could not get our race out of the predicament. We spent a lot of money, and we did not hesitate to experiment on our own people, but we still couldn't succeed. Look,

We can only create this kind of monster, soul transfer is not possible. The executive said decadently.

Has the soul transfer definitely failed? The adjutant named Ziyuan looked up at his executive officer in astonishment. Didn't he say that he was 100% sure before? Why did it fail?

I don’t know, the executive shook his head. The soul transfer was very successful, but it can only exist for an hour after transfer, and then the soul dissipates. Our hope and persistence no longer exist, and those people collapsed. We put everything under pressure

In this plan, in the end we didn’t even know where the problem was.

Those people have committed collective suicide to atone for their sins, to atone for their own people, for their own race and civilization, and there are only so many of us left, as well as those survivors who now regard us as devils.

I have no retreat, and I don't want to retreat. Being able to compete with this super creature in the last moment can also resolve my biggest doubts and get the answers I want most.

What doubt? What answer? Adjutant Ziyuan asked in confusion.

The answer to life. The executive turned around and walked away silently.

Adjutant Ziyuan chased after me, Executive Officer, tell me, what is the answer to life?

Ziyuan, it is now said in all base civilizations that the leader of mankind is not a living being. In fact, there is a lot of evidence that proves that he is indeed a machine.

But a machine has the characteristics of all living things, it does not consume energy, it needs to eat. Can a mechanical body have descendants? He does. A machine has the characteristics of all living things, and it also has the specialty of a war machine. I think

Do you know why? Why did I lose to a machine after working hard for a thousand years! Why did he succeed in everything, but why did we get stuck at the last moment? The executive explained.

But if he is a creation of a higher civilization, or is really related to the Territory Lord Organization, wouldn't it be normal to be able to do this? In that case, what's the point of fighting him, Executive Officer? The adjutant asked.

I want to take a final gamble, and I can only take a gamble. At the same time, I am not willing to work hard for thousands of years and finally become an executioner that is despised by even my own people. The executive said with a sinister look.

Take a gamble? Bet with him? What bet? All the civilizations that have wanted to bet with him for so many years have lost without exception. The adjutant looked at the underground entrance in disbelief.

That's a bunch of idiots. It's strange that they can compete with humans with the power of a base and not lose! I want to do it by myself. As long as I can capture its micro-core, I will be the strongest. The executive officer said gloomily.
Chapter completed!