I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1027 - 630 Small Freedom and Great Freedom_2

Chapter 1027: Chapter 630: Small Freedom and Great Freedom_2

Chapter 1027 -630: Small Freedom and Great Freedom_2

A second after pressing the detonator button, he also learned something from the original communication just sent by the Free Will Alliance’s top brass.

The Prometheus Project had succeeded.

The woman in front of him was already pregnant, and her next generation, the wife of a philosopher’s great-grandfather, was supposed to be born.

This made the decades of work by billions of participants in the Prometheus Project meaningful, no longer in vain.

Whether these project participants were passive or active, and whatever they were doing now, no one could deny that billions of people had been waiting for this day after years of unremitting efforts.

But now, Kamilia Camp was about to die by his own hands.

Bil Klayston’s heart began to involuntarily stir with mixed thoughts.

Will everyone really thank me?

Did I do the right thing?

If I had another chance and knew she was pregnant beforehand, would I still make the same choice?

Could we really have a do-over?

His anger inexplicably ebbed away, replaced by endless confusion and lingering regret.

He despised himself for ultimately failing to control his own heart, being completely dominated by extreme emotions.

He had deviated from the initial belief of the Free Will Alliance and become a madman who would do anything to satisfy his own selfish desires.

That teammate who had just protected Kamilia Camp from a gunshot was right.

We just wanted to leave quietly in our own way, live well, and have an extra chance to continue in other galaxies even if humanity was to perish in the Milky Way.

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We never wanted to destroy everything and become sinners.

So how did it come to this?

The battery pack on his back began to swell, and Bill could feel the sudden burning sensation and terrifying pressure on his back.

In 0.5 seconds, temperatures exceeding 10,000 degrees would engulf the space within hundreds of cubic meters.

“It’s over.”

Bill Klayston thought so.

And the Prometheus Project researchers, who had been anxiously watching the situation, thought so too.

Boom!

The floor of the room suddenly broke open, revealing a large hole.

In the next instant, a thirteen-meter-tall black armor appeared in the center of the room.

At the same time, the explosion behind Bill Klayston, accompanied by flames and a shockwave, completely engulfed him.

But just before his consciousness sank into darkness, a fleeting expression of both surprise and relief flashed across his face.

Bill and the others recognized this armor almost instantly.

It was the legendary Instructor Tiffany’s T100 Armor.

It’s over.

Everything is over.

From now on, nothing matters to me anymore.

Bill’s consciousness vanished.

Just before the blast wave reached her, the T100 deployed an energy shield, leaking only a tiny amount of energy.

Two seconds later, the T100 broke through several walls in succession and appeared in an open corridor of the residential ship.

In the palm of the T100 Armor lay Kamilia Camp, who had passed out from the shockwave of the explosion and had been seriously injured.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her face covered in blood, both her own and others’.

Her body was covered in fractures, her flesh turned inside out, and blood spurted out.

She looked miserable and in mortal danger.

Yet the researchers were ecstatic.

She had survived!

But in the next instant, the researchers’ faces turned ashen one by one.

Because the scan results showed that her brain had been severely damaged.

Two deep grooves crossed through her brain.

And the terrifying loss of blood was also tearing down her life.

Her consciousness was dissipating rapidly.

The T100 Armor lowered its head slightly, and Tiffany, behind the cockpit visor, stared intently at the woman in her palm.

Tiffany saw two lines of tears at the corner of Kamilia Camp’s eyes.

Unfortunately, the Thought Capture Team could only receive white noise, and no one knew why Kamilia Camp’s tears were flowing.

People could only speculate.This might be due to her innate dissatisfaction as a Heartless One.

She felt sorry for herself.

She had never lived in the way she wanted, not even knowing what it would mean to truly live.

As a Heartless One, she might be aware of the difference between herself and humans, or she might not be.

Her life was full of unanswered questions.

She was also unclear about her own purpose for existence, perhaps grateful towards the race that created her or perhaps burying even more resentment deep within her heart.

She might feel sorrow for her own experience and be excited about finally having descendants.

Thirty seconds passed, and Kamilia Camp’s thoughts finally stopped. The Thought Capture Team could no longer hear any sound, not even white noise.

Kamilia Camp was ultimately dead.

T100 put her down, extended a long mechanical arm from its back, stabbed it into her abdomen, dug out a piece of flesh, and placed it in an artificial culture chamber quickly synthesized by the armor’s medical system.

The remaining leaders of the Prometheus Project stared blankly at the projection representing the embryo, the resuming cellular movement, and the DNA chain slowly coupling at a stable speed, like admiring a piece of art or worshiping a deity in their hearts.

Kamilia Camp was dead, but the embryo survived.

The expressions on people’s faces were extremely complicated.

In just a few minutes, their emotions had experienced great ups and downs, almost exceeding the limit of human psychological tolerance.

The sound of gunfire came from the passages near the combat zone.

Dozens of Doomsday Guardians finally arrived from all directions, fashionably late.

Tiffany Bell turned her head to look at these Intelligent Warfare machines and started the T100 Armor’s highest wartime command authority.

With a blank expression, she only said one word, and her command was concise and straightforward.

“Kill.”

Three days later, this rebellion, which had lasted for over two years, involved ideological confrontation, briefly tried peaceful evolution, and eventually erupted into violent uprisings, came to a complete end.

Tiffany Bell carried the embryo with her, fighting her way from the first Residential Ship all the way to the main Battleship initially controlled by the Free Will Alliance.

The Top Warrior who led the rebellion was torn apart by Tiffany Bell, and none of his followers were spared.

The coup ended with a fleet loss of 300 million people and thousands of battleships.

Among these 300 million people, the Second and Third Generations accounted for about 230 million, while the First Generation elders accounted for 70 million.

This proportion may seem low, but in fact, many of the elders didn’t have to die. Many of them were unfrozen and immediately thrown into the war. Moreover, these people, whether they were combat or research personnel, never considered negotiating with the Free Will Alliance and picked up weapons without hesitation, regardless of their skills or whether joining the fight meant certain death. They were resolute and unwavering.

The fleet’s losses were heavy, but ultimately they won, and it would take less than twenty years to fully recover.

So-called free will became nothing more than an illusory bubble in the face of imminent death.

But things didn’t end immediately. The surrendered rebels, with their hands raised, were escorted to a prison ship by the Doomsday Guardians.

There were more than 700 million people detained in the prison ship.

If the Doomsday Suppression Program were to continue, only about 50 million of these 700 million people would be spared.

The prisoners huddled together, squatting in a small space, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.

They didn’t know what the future would hold, and they couldn’t shake off the regret in their hearts.

Many people were extremely puzzled.

Although everyone’s initial intention was good, no matter how much dissatisfaction they had in their hearts, they wondered why things had turned out the way they did.

And why were the elders so stubborn?

Many of the elders, who had spent their whole lives in research or as workers and had almost zero combat capabilities, fought so desperately, completely ignored any explanations, and simply labeled everyone in the Free Will Alliance as traitors.

People began to question themselves.

Did we really do wrong?

But where did we go wrong?

Never mind, it doesn’t matter anymore.

History cannot be concealed. Under the scrutiny of memory retrieval, the truth will inevitably emerge, and lies cannot deceive the intelligent core. The intelligent core will know what kind of person they are.

So, execution was certain.

The atmosphere in the prison ship was bleak and lifeless.

Everyone had only one thought: close their eyes and await death.

“I have decided to terminate the Doomsday Suppression Program.”

Just when people thought they were done for, a broadcast rang throughout the prison ship.

The next second, Tiffany Bell’s face appeared before everyone in a projected form.

She was still expressionless.

People were incredibly surprised, both overjoyed and puzzled.

“I will tell you what small freedom is and what great freedom is.”