"It's so whimsical." Seid scoffed at him: "Only creatures with souls can be reincarnated and reborn. No matter how intelligent you are, you are just a machine. The processor is full of data, which is encoding rather than soul. So after today, we will never meet again, and it will be another new machine instead."

After the Abith said, he showed a proud smile. In his opinion, the nature of the detonator given by Mr. Ellisto was like the dagger or poisonous wine left for slaves to be self-deducted before the slaves fled. When property and secrets could not be taken away, the best way to deal with it is to destroy it. This is the most common practice in the Milky Way. Especially for private high-end robots, they know the most, and they are the easiest to be captured and the most likely to be discovered. The Pea Star incident is the best example. So if nothing unexpected happens, Seid thinks this way, but if he learns the truth, he will definitely be panicked and run away with his head in his arms, and will never be arrogant here.

"Slug, let's take a look." z40 replied without showing any weakness.

"Damn the tin idiot, you dare not disrespect me. I won't beat you up!" Seed, who was poked into the pain point, was extremely angry, and the blood rushing up to spread the wrinkles on his face. He raised the explosive gun in his hand, aimed at the z40's head and was about to smash it with the butt, but was blocked by the medical soldiers beside him again.

"Let me go! Let me give it some color!" Seed shouted.

"Calm down, my sir. It has a detonator in its hand. You don't want to detonate it now, right?"

"But this guy dares to call me a slug, it's really hard to forgive!"

"Don't care about it, Mr. Sed. That's a common problem for all Abiths, not your fault." The medic advised him, as he tried hard to push the housekeeper out of the storage room, and then calmly said: "Leave here and forget what happened just now. Sir Ellisto Merton still has a lot to do, so don't ruin your emotions."

"Thank you for your persuasion, soldier." Seed gasped, looking like a gas tank that was decompressed, venting air from his nose and ears.

The medical soldier noticed that the nose was flowing out of his linear nasal cavity and dripping downwards, so he quickly handed over the tissue that had been prepared: "For you, wipe it quickly."

Sed took it, turned around and wiped it. To avoid embarrassment, the medical soldier took the opportunity to say, "I want to go in and get my medical box. You don't have to wait for me. I promise to meet you soon."

"Don't delay any more, soldiers, we don't have much time left."

After the Abis asked the man to leave, the medic took a look at his back and hurried back to the storage room.

"Was that idiot gone?" z40 asked when he came in.

"You said something just now a bit too much."

"Is that so? If that guy could respect me like you, he wouldn't have heard that word."

"Let's face it, Mr. Z40. Apostle Kertings has disappeared from the Milky Way after the Pea Star incident. Everyone, especially those of the Merton Legion, has faded from their attitude towards robots from friends and comrades to the most primitive affiliation. This situation is very similar to the early days of the Abith people. They are worried that they will be brought up by old things and integrate into the galactic society and will become a bubble, so they spare no effort to criticize intelligent robots, hoping to consolidate trust and transfer conflicts. Both of you are fragile and sensitive, and it is best not to expose each other's scars, otherwise they will only suffer losses."

"There will be no more chance unless we can all go to heaven." z40 teased calmly.

It should be appropriate to take this statement as the finale, but this is undoubtedly a fact that is about to happen and is bound to happen.

"It seems that our conversation is over here." The medic picked up his medical box from the ground. He tapped the communicator on his left arm with his left finger, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your gift."

"No need to thank me, this is my last obligation for the Merton family."

The tone of z40 is full of sincerity and relief. It infects the people in front of you, and the words before parting are equally warm: "Goodbye, my friend."

"Don't worry, you haven't told me your name yet."

"Coron, Coron Dinatofer."

"Is it the surname called Sindog's Spear, belonging to the Kenvillalif Warrior?"

Coren smiled bitterly and said, "Only you still remember these."

z40 said slightly: "I am deeply honored for this, because from today on your name will be mentioned again and a more noble title will be attached."

"Don't say that, my life is insignificant and cannot be compared with my ancestors."

"Don't underestimate yourself, young people, nothing is impossible."

Until he stepped out of the storage room, the z40 words were still echoed in his mind of the medic Colun, and his expression that seemed to know everything and was extremely confident. But a few seconds later, the lingering doubt was dispersed by the laser beam, explosion, screaming and chaos. He had to bow his head and bend down, and even crawl on the ground, a distance of 140 meters, covered with various obstacles and fragments. It took him 3 minutes to pass through this area to reach simple fortifications made of a huge alloy dining table as the main body, filled with large display cabinets on both sides.

Coren's cat waist drilled into the bunker, and five people appeared before him: Old Jazz, Lieutenant Ryan, Subhuman couple and Little Bella.

"Who?!" As the shouting sounded, a blasting gun came straight towards him.

The medical soldier hurriedly answered: "It's me, lieutenant."

Ryan raised his gun and scolded, "Damn it, why are you here now!"

"I'm so sorry, something was delayed." Coren said apologetically.

"I hope this delay is worth it." Sir Ellistor Merton had a calm attitude.

In contrast, Lieutenant Ryan was much more irritable. He pressed the wound with a cloth wrapped around his right leg, gritted his teeth and shouted: "If the space here is not limited and I have injuries, I swear to God that I will kick your butt, Private First Class!"

"You can do it without these bonds, sir." Coren teased, dragging the medicine box to Ryan, staring at the wound on his leg and continued to bulge his lips, "But if I cure it, you will definitely give up the idea just now because of my excellent ability. I'm right?"

"I don't have time to talk nonsense to you. Hurry up my legs. There is still a lot of ways to go next."

"As for orders, sir."

Colum opened the medical box, took out a can of disinfectant spray from it, removed the cloth strips tied to the thighs, and disinfected and debride the wound. Because the disinfectant spray comes with anesthesia function, the whole process did not cause much pain to Ryan. Later, Colum took out a DM2 syringe from the box. Its appearance is similar to a blasting gun and can soundly adjust the type, pattern, dose and form of the injected drug. If there is no specific regulations, an injection plan can be formulated based on the trauma scan. Because there is no organ damage to the wound on the leg, Colum chose to use the latter to achieve the purpose of saving time.

The light red light passed through the scanner at the front of the syringe to form a mesh recognition area on the wound, and information collection and scheme generation were completed within a few seconds. Column canceled the data confirmation, and the internal system began to work on its own without a prompt sound. Mud-like body active growth agent was injected into the wound, quickly building broken and missing leg bones and neurons, and at the same time repairing the peripheral blood vessels, muscles and skin tissues. After completion, except for the shallow mark on the surface, everything else has recovered as before.

"After you have more activities, you can move freely after the blood is unobstructed." After reminding the lieutenant, the medical soldier looked around and asked, "Is there anyone here to treat it?"

"Not yet," Ryan pointed outside: "You can go out and have a look, but be careful, I guess you should be needed in the back door."

"I'll go now."

Colun put the equipment back into the medical box, nodded to everyone after sorting it out, then dragged the box and quickly crawled out of the bunker. But before he left for a long time, he returned.

"Forgot something? Private." Ryan asked angrily.

"Sorry, I forgot to say something just now." Coren raised his right arm, uncovered the protective cover of the communicator on his wrist, took out the memory chip in the slot, handed it to the lieutenant and the old jazz and said, "z40 gave me this, it asked me to tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clearly angular machine face was instantly released from the communicator.

z40 waved his arms and said in a tone that made the audience bored, "Hey! Master Ellisto, Lieutenant Ryan, we meet again. You asked this kid to throw me into the messy and dark storage room, thinking that you could get rid of me, but unfortunately you made the wrong plan. I copied myself and now live in this kid's communicator."

It leaned over and pointed to the chip in Columb's hand, and said proudly: "This thing is useless, it is just a carrier, a cover. Please forgive me for doing this, Da Seng. If I told the truth at that time, you would probably refuse, and I don't want to take risks."

"On the contrary!" Coren threw the chip to the ground and repeatedly crushed it with his toes. "When the oath of equality sounded in your mouth, machines and people became friends, even brothers. I have always adhered to this concept. But what you did was disappointing, not only tarnished the oath, but also ignored my trust!"

As soon as this statement was made, z40 immediately responded: "Don't you think what you said is too biased? Even if the oath can arouse your morality and conscience, under the influence of the deep-rooted concept of life, you still tend to maintain intelligent creatures with the same body structure as you. This can be seen from your attitude towards Seed."

"I did that just don't want to intensify the conflict. Can't you hear it?" Colun defended.
Chapter completed!