Chapter 374

Dieterian made an angry voice from his throat, but there was no answer.

"Many infernos that distort sub space! What the hell is that?"

Talos kept pressing.

Finally, dieterian spoke again, but his voice was lower.

"With all due respect, I'm annoyed that you know nothing about professionalism. The resurrection ceremony did not stop just because of the physical awakening. His mind is not familiar with the surrounding environment. We just awakened the remnants of his body and let him establish contact with the Jihad machine, but he still lost his mind. The follow-up process of the ceremony is to supplement energy and restore his spiritual consciousness."

"His... What?"

"Harm, his self-consciousness and reasoning ability to respond to stimuli, his consciousness and perception, as the expression of living spirit."

"You mean his soul, his mind? So can you speak directly in the future?"

"As you said, we created his brain and body, but not his mind and soul. There is a difference."

Talos took a breath of stale air through his teeth and tilted his head towards the coffin.

"I mean, he's awake, dieterian. What did you do when he woke up? You told me he needs to stabilize, but the truth is, he's awake now. What are you doing?"

"Resurrection rituals, as mentioned earlier, synaptic enhancement pulses, life sustaining nutrients, chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."

"So you filtered out maddening chemicals and electrical stimulants to stimulate the body of a wounded and dead soldier, but he has proved that his symbiotic relationship with the coffin does not follow the standard model."

"But..."

"He's awake now. He's crazy and wants to jump on your face. You hurt him, dieterian."

Dieterian thought for a moment.

"I'll deal with it right away."

The mechanical bishop replied in a long way:

"Deal with it now."

But Talos was still listening to the screams, which upset him.

"Then deal with it quickly. I don't like the company commander's screams, dieterian."

"Traditionally, if this is done before any subject's cognitive function reaches an acceptable level, the resurrection ceremony will be terminated immediately."

"But you said that macalyon's resurrection never followed the traditional model."

"I..."

For the first time in centuries, dieterian began to doubt his findings.

"I... processing."

"You handle it."

Talos said and walked away.

"Sometimes, dieterian, it's worth sharing your secrets with someone you trust. Thinking like a mortal is not always a curse."

"Stop first! A potential defect has appeared!"

Cried dieterian, still watching a lot of calculations on his retina.

"Your hypothesis is based on emotional speculation. If your hypothesis is proved to be wrong, the damage to the subject's physiological function may be irreparable."

"As if I care?"

As Talos approached the central console, lightning danced along the golden blade.

He glanced at the screen, his eyes across the screen, calorimeter, lever and switch.

This is what injected poison and pain into his company commander's body.

"Turn this off."

"No, I can't allow this to happen, because this assumption is flawed, Talos, Talos, do you hear me? Please turn off your sword, my master."

Talos did not respond, but raised his sword, while USAS laughed.

"No!!"

Dieterian uttered a sharp, weaponized scream that would shock any mortal in this range

He was incapacitated, but Talos's helmet made him immune to such performances.

He himself used the same scream as a weapon many times.

"Taros, please, please - no!"

In the painful cry of the mechanical bishop, the long sword was waved down, and an explosion occurred between the energy field attached to the blade and the exquisite mechanical device of the console, throwing hot fragments into the whole room.

The violent shock wave even tore off the surrounding cables, lifted all the tools, and the servants and staff fell to the ground.

In a moment, Talos stood up in the silent aftermath.

His first thought was strange - USAS stopped pulling the trigger of the chain axe.

Through the thin smoke, he saw his brother standing by the wall and dieterian standing in the middle of the room floor.

The stagnation field is still active, imprisoning the fearless limbs, making a buzzing sound enough to itch the prophet's teeth.

But the screams had stopped, and the sterile room was filled with activity in part because of its disappearance, just like the rich ozone in the air after a storm.

Talos stared at the towering war machine, waiting and listening - his senses were keen to wait for any change.

As he expected, there was nothing left.

The tenth company commander, the war philosopher, Marc Lyon, may have returned to the throne of eternal night.

But Talos didn't regret it, because it was the only thing he could do for his former company commander.

Dieterian hovered around the destroyed console, spreading his auxiliary arm to pick up large pieces of smoking debris.

"No -"

Humanized grief finally appeared in the Bishop's voice.

"This is unacceptable, simply unacceptable, no, no --"

Talos couldn't help smiling awkwardly.

"It's over."

He was obviously relieved.

"I'm sorry I broke your --"

"Talos!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, the throat loud enough to make the deck rumble.

At the same time, the door of the sterile room opened, and Cylon came in, threw a skull into the air and caught it before it fell every time.

Obviously, it was a skull on his armor, but now the chain was broken and the residue rattled on his hip.

He stopped and looked around. Talos and USAS stood together, staring at fearlessness. Dieterian stood with open arms

On the other side, staring like Legion soldiers.

"Talos!"

The loud communication language was repeated again.

"I can't move."

Hearing the sound, Cylon smiled.

"Captain macalyon is awake again? Isn't it worth spreading word all over the ship?"

"Cylon, wait..."

Taros whispered, with a sense of caution.

"Cylon!"

Fearless recited.

"You're still alive. It seems that miracles will never stop."

"It's nice to see you again, company commander."

Cylon went to the fearless chassis and looked up at the coffin locked in the armor shell.

He grabbed the skull again.

"Then."

He said to the huge war machine.

"Where should I start? This is a list of stories that happen when you sleep..."