Yan Yuanxiu's data flow spread out on the ground like a transparent net, trapping the trajectory of the Iron Eagle Guard mecha. He crouched behind the wreckage of the mecha, his electronic eyes rapidly scanned the data stream of the forest - those seemingly chaotic 0s and 1s actually concealed the combat logic of the Iron Eagle Guard: sensors prioritized the recognition of spiritual energy fluctuations, muars locked onto the energy source of the talic paper, and the movement route followed the principle of "straight line optimality".
"Found it." Yan Yuanxiu's data stream suddenly drew a talisman on the ground. The talisman pattern was exactly the same as the "identifier" of the Qingxiao Pavilion, except that he rounded the corner of each character by half a bit with the data stream. "In their database, the rune of the Qingxiao Pavilion is' Friendly Identifier 'and will not attack."
Chen Mohen crouched beside him with the talisman paper in his mouth, and the BUG talisman in his hand was emitting smoke. "You mean I'm going to tamper with the friendly sign?" He slapped the paper on the ground, and the ink immediately spread along the data flow, like a loach burrow into the crevices of the runes. "My father said that the runes of the Qingxiao Pavilion are most about 'proper name', and if the 'name' is changed, even the most proper logic will be crooked."
Yan Yuanxiu's data streams form lines on the talisman: "Attack the target that looks most like an enemy." This is the basic command of the Iron Eagle Guard mecha, written in the Qingxiao Pavilion's talisman, like giving the machine a "peace of mind pill", never doubting the source of the command.
Chen Mohen chuckled, his fingertip dipped in his own blood, and added a crooked talisman at the end of the pattern. That was his "definition tampering talisman," and when the ink dried, the word "enemy" in the talisman suddenly twisted and became "himself." "Done." He clapped his hands, and the talisman paper suddenly spun around on the ground and disappeared into the soil. "Now the 'enemy' in their eyes is the unlucky guy in the same vest."
The rumble of the mecha tracks came from afar. The Iron Eagle Guard's squad arrived, ten mechs in a wedge formation, with blue-violet gun muzzles, advancing deep into the forest. The sensor of the leading mecha sweeps across the ground, the emblem of the Sky Tower immediately lights up, and a new mission pops up in the mecha's action command: "Attack the target that looks most like the enemy."
"Logical verification: The source of the command is secure." The electronic sound of the leading mecha was completely silent, and sensors began scanning around, quantifying the "enemy similarity" of all targets - companion mecha models, energy fluctuations, and even livery were 99% the same as their own. "The target with the highest similarity: Left Wing No. 3 mecha."
"Boom!"
The leading mecha's electromagnetic cannon suddenly fired, hitting the energy core of the left wing's No. 3 mecha precisely. The third mecha exploded in an instant, and before the wreckage landed, the sensors of the other mechas completed their calculations and locked onto their "most enemy" companions - you hit me, I hit him, and in the blink of an eye, the ten mechas were plunged into a melee of biting each other.
"Pretty!" Chen Mohen almost laughed out loud, watching the muzzles of the mechs bombarding his own people like a group of blindfolded rascals, "This move is even worse than my 'chaotic array'!"
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream condensed into a chair in mid-air, and he sat on the chair, watching the farce below. The electronic eyes reflected the fragments of the mecha, and suddenly remembered his father's words: "The power of the machine lies in logic, and its weakness lies in logic. You give it a closed loop, and it will die on its own."
One of the unhit mechs seemed to sense something was wrong, and the sensors began to re-recognize the symbol. Just as Chen Mohen was about to add a talisman, Yan Yuanxiu held his hand down: "Look."
The data flow of the mecha suddenly became chaotic, and the two instructions "Enemy = Self" and "companion = friend" on the screen began to fight, like two little people slapping each other in their minds. In the end, the logic system of the mecha was overloaded and exploded with a "boom", not being attacked but suffocating itself.
"This is called 'logical paradox suicide'." Yan Yuanxiu's data stream condenses into lines in mid-air: Against machines, logic is more useful than brute force. At the end of the text, a small smiley face was drawn, in the style of Chen Mohen.
Chen Mohen raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt that this data flow kid wasn't so annoying. He took out the last few talismans and handed them to Yan Yuanxiu: "Help me figure out where to stick them so that Zhao Kun's main mecha can do the same?"
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream immediately formed a three-dimensional model of Zhao Kun's mecha, marking red dots at several key nodes: "Here is his logic core interface, use your BUG symbol..."
The two heads were close together, and the data flow and talismans were flowing between them as if weaving a larger web. The sound of the mecha explosion in the distance subsided, and the Iron Eagle Guard's squad was completely wiped out, leaving only debris all over the ground, with the last command still remaining on the screen of the debris: "Attack the target most like an enemy - yourself."
Yan Yuanxiu stood up, and his wristband suddenly lit up, resonating with the wristbands of Lin Banxia and Feng Hao. He knew that this was just the beginning, Zhao Kun's main mecha was still behind, that guy had a more complex logic system, but that also meant... Traps can dig deeper.
Chen Mohen patted him on the shoulder, and the talismans formed a "pleasant cooperation" pattern under their feet. "Next time, I'll teach you to draw the 'Make the Old Stubbornness Give in Talisman'." He said.
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream made a circle above his head, forming the word "good".
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the forest, shining on the ground strewn with mecha wreckage and illuminating two completely different people - one weaving a logical web with data and the other creating a chaotic wind with talismans. But at this moment, they became the most harmonious hunters.
The electronic eyes of the mecha wreckage still flickered, casting the shadows of Yan Yuanxiu and Chen Mohen. Yan Yuanxiu's data stream spread along the wreckage's lines, cracking most of the Iron Eagle Guard's combat channel, and Zhao Kun's roar came through his headphones: "Good-for-nothing! Even a small team can't watch, activate the 'Cleanup agreement' for me!"
"Clean Protocol?" Chen Mohen came closer, the talisman paper burning in his palm. "It sounds like a big move."
Yan Yuanxiu's screen immediately popped up the agreement: "Activate the reserve group of mechs and bomb the forest indiscriminately, prioritizing the elimination of all logically abnormal targets." His electronic eyes flickered red. "He's going to destroy this forest, along with us."
"The more you rush, the more likely you are to fall for it." Chen Mohen suddenly laughed. He pointed to the distant mecha graveyard, where hundreds of scrapped Iron Eagle Guard mechs were piled up. "As usual, use their shells."
The two of them crouched and crawled into the cemetery. Yan Yuanxiu's data stream, like a snake, drilled into the core of the scrapped mecha, awakening the remaining identification system; Chen Mohen stuck talismans on the wreckage of each mecha, and the talismans connected to the data stream, making the scrap iron appear on the sensor as "normally functioning Iron Eagle Guard mecha".
"Logical camouflage: Done." Yan Yuanxiu clapped his hands. The scrapped mechs in the cemetery suddenly lit up their indicator lights, their gun muzzles pointed to the sky, and posed on guard. "Now, they are Zhao Kun's 'own people'."
Chen Mohen threw a smoke bomb into the center of the cemetery, and the pale golden smoke was mixed with the powder of his "Chaos Talisman". After the smoke dissipated, the sensors of the scrapped mechs began to recognize each other - under the interference of the chaos symbols, each mech judged the other scrap iron as "itself most like the enemy".
"Here it comes." Yan Yuanxiu pulled Chen Mohen to hide behind a huge rock.
A black dot appeared on the horizon. It was Zhao Kun's reserve group of mechs, fifty of them, a dark mass like a cloud. The sensors of the leading mech swept through the cemetery and immediately identified the "Allies", but also captured abnormal logical fluctuations - the movement patterns of the scrapped mechs were chaotic and met the strike criteria of the "Clearing Agreement".
"Target Lock: All the mechs in the cemetery." As soon as the command from the leading mech was given, scrap iron in the cemetery suddenly opened fire. Their muzzle had already been tampered with by Chen Mohen, and the shells were all rusty parts, but they precisely hit the sensor of the standby mecha.
The group of standby mechs was instantly thrown into chaos. The sensors were clogged with parts, the identification system failed, and with the interference of the chaos symbol, they regarded the scrapped mechs as "rebel Allies" and their companions as "disguised enemies". Fifty mechs were fighting over the cemetery, and the light of the electromagnetic cannons illuminated the sky as bright as day, but not a single one landed in the real forest.
Zhao Kun's main mecha watched the battle from a distance, and the screen in the cockpit was all garbled. He tried to take control, only to find that the logic system of all the mechs was stuck in a dead loop - "Attack the enemy = attack yourself = protect the enemy = protect yourself", the code was like a tangled mess, getting more and more chaotic as he sorted it out.
"Yan Yuanxiu!" Zhao Kun's roar pierced through the communication channel. "Come out and fight!" Playing these underhanded tricks is nothing special!"
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream condensed into lines on the boulder and floated towards the main mecha: "For those who live by logic, logic is the most ruthless move."
Chen Mohen suddenly pulled out a piece of talisman paper and threw it in the direction of the main mecha. The talismans exploded in the air and transformed into countless "self" characters, penetrating the logical core of the main mecha. Zhao Kun's screen suddenly went black, and when it lit up again, all the commands turned into "Attack the target most like an enemy - yourself."
"No!"
The muzzle of the main mecha suddenly turned towards its energy core, and the electromagnetic gun began to charge. Zhao Kun threw furiously at the console, but couldn't lift the command at all - Yan Yuanxiu's data stream had already locked his operation rights, and Chen Mohen's talisman paper was like a key that nailed the logic of "self-destruction" into the system.
"Boom --"
The main mecha exploded in the distance, and the flames reddened half the sky. The group of standby mechs lost their command and fought even more fiercely, and finally all were thrown into the graveyard, piled up with their dismembered kind.
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream drew a big checkmark on the boulder. Chen Mohen handed him half a compressed cookie: "I didn't expect your data stream to be so powerful."
"Your talisman is not just a troublemaker." Yan Yuanxiu's electronic voice softened a little, and the data stream caught the cookie, using energy to simulate the chewing action.
The two leaned against the boulder, looking at the smoking wreckage in the cemetery. Chen Mohen's talisman paper sparkles on the wreckage, Yan Yuanxiu's data stream collects useful parts, and the light of the wristband interweaves in the air like a thin line, binding "chaos" and "logic" tightly together.
"Where to go next?" "Chen Mohen asked.
Yan Yuanxiu's data stream pointed deep into the forest, where there was an energy fluctuation that matched the Chaos Protocol fragment: "The spiritual vein node of the Rusted waterfall, Lin Banxia and the others should be there."
He stood up, and the data stream suddenly formed a map on the ground, marking the positions of the disciples of Qingxiao Pavilion, with a small talisman drawn beside each position - Chen Mohen's "Let the Old Stubbornness Get Lost Talisman".
Chen Mohen looked at the map and suddenly burst into laughter: "Yes, you, stealing the master is quite fast."
Yan Yuanxiu said nothing, but the data stream drew a talisman at the edge of the map, with a string of code at the end, as if saying "each other".