It's that Richemont has gone through all kinds of weird things, and at this time he is also a little at a loss. What is going on? How can there be an artificial intelligence in such a wilderness town? And what do you call yourself an angel?

Moreover, he seemed to call Er Gouzi "Xiao Hei"... Thinking of this, Richemont couldn't help but looked at Er Gouzi with playful eyes.

When Er Gouzi heard the name of "Xiao Hei", a dog face was immediately pulled down, and at the same time he looked at Richemont awkwardly, and said with a smile: "This...cough cough, this is my nickname... nickname ..." After speaking, he turned his head and muttered in a low voice: "Nima, I almost forgot the name, it's not at all domineering, stupid human beings, no, machines..."

Richemont chuckled and said no more. Instead, he asked towards the so-called "Angel 3": "This, Mr. Angel, may I ask which artificial intelligence you belong to? It was the former Red Star Republic, Or which power is it now?" He thought, this artificial intelligence must be the product of the former Red Star Republic. The intelligence level of the artificial intelligence in front of us cannot be created by the remaining forces alone.

Unexpectedly, the "Angel 3" showed a slightly disdainful expression and said: "Red Star Republic? No, it is impossible for a creature of my level to be born in the low-level human civilization. I come from the great angel civilization. Great...and cruel, mean..." Then he turned his face slowly and said, "You can call me number three."

Hearing this, Richemont frowned immediately, thinking of something, and couldn't help blurting out: "Protoss!?" At the same time, the cells in his body were instantly intensified, and his muscles began to swell rapidly, turning into a combat mode. This artificial intelligence actually belongs to that **** Protoss! This guy is definitely not at ease! He quickly looked at the surrounding environment, and immediately found that the surrounding walls were all made of alloys of unknown nature, which looked unusually strong. No matter what, let's play it first! Look at what "Angel 3" looks like, it's not so powerful...

Unexpectedly, when the other party heard his words, he smiled slightly, and then said: "The so-called protoss you are talking about are not the **** angels, but rather the demons. Those guys inherited from this planet. There are not many genetic individuals, but I thought of a wonderful idea, and even took advantage of the angels to launch a big trial, and sent 10,000 single-soldier costumes... Hehe, only they would think of this rogue practice ..."

Hearing this, Richemont was even more confused and confused. What angel clan and demon clan? It's like a fantasy novel...

Seeing Richemont's expression, the "Angel 3" couldn't help but suddenly said: "Oh, you still don't understand all this? Xiao Hei, you didn't tell him?" Turning his head to look at Ergouzi.

Ergouzi curled his lips and said, "Last time I accidentally fell into this place and was modified by you, and finally escaped completely by instinct. How can I remember the things you said. This time, if it weren’t for Richemont’s end of life , I won't bring him to you...stupid machine..."

The Angel No. 3 was not annoyed, but smiled slightly, and said to Richemont: "So, you don’t understand anything... Then, let me start from the beginning... I will ask you a question first. Think, how long have humans existed on earth?"

Richemont pondered a little, and said: "According to our biological explanation, if we count from the emergence of the great apes, then the existence of humans should be millions of years old."

"Wrong, in fact, the real human history, to be precise, the history of your fifth generation of human beings, is less than ten thousand years." The virtual image selected by No. 3 raised a finger and said with a mysterious smile.

Richemont looked at him blankly, digesting the information the other party had said, and corroborating everything he had experienced.

Seeing Richemont’s appearance, No. 3 stopped selling off the door, and continued in a voiceless voice: “The so-called angel race and demon race are actually two powerful alien races in the universe, and even human myths and legends. Most of the gods in this group are alien races that once descended on the earth. You just need to know that humans are just livestock raised by the angel race, managed by twelve artificial intelligences, and are guinea pigs for biological experiments. Before this generation of humans, four generations of humans were completely extinct because of failed experiments. The current humans are the fifth generation of humans."

The words of No. 3 hit Richemont's heart like a heavy hammer, instantly igniting a ball of anger in his heart. Although his previous understanding of the so-called "Protoss" had made him psychologically prepared, the truth was crueler than he thought!

The proud human civilization is just an experiment of other creatures! And this disaster that destroys the world is just like a joke!

He closed his eyes suddenly, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his eyes, staring at No. 3, ready to listen to him to continue. However, there are different things in his eyes at this time.

"Oh, human, I see anger in your eyes, what a familiar look, when the fourth generation of humans went extinct, I had seen countless pairs of angry and crazy eyes. Those are really nostalgic years... …" Number Three said with a smile, "You should be angry, just like my anger..."

"As a lofty'angel', I really don't understand what is so angry about you." Richemont said coldly. At this time, he had guessed that the so-called Angel 3 must be an artificial intelligence that was created by the alien civilization named "Angel" to monitor human development. Now that the earth has become a test site, it must also need its administrator...

Hearing Richemont’s words, the holographic image of No. 3 suddenly changed and turned into a wrinkled, horrible skeleton-looking man, shouting hysterically: "My anger? Hahaha, I hate this **** place! Each generation of experiments will be controlled by the artificial intelligence of the twelve angels, and the fate of our artificial intelligence is closely related to this generation of humans. When humans are extinct, we will also be destroyed as useless tools! If, if I hadn’t made a lot of preparations in advance, it would have ceased to exist in this space! But my information and my memory have been severely damaged! You humans will never understand the pain of losing information and memory instantly, It's like being dug out the brain alive..."

Having said this, Richemont immediately understood the true identity of the so-called Angel No. 3. Obviously, it is an artificial intelligence that has survived the extinction of the fourth generation of humans!

Sure enough, after the mood on the 3rd calmed down, the holographic projection once again transformed into a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, and slowly said: "So, I want to avenge the angel civilization, mankind, are you willing to cooperate with me?"