Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 319 Ecological Niche

The first solution Om Messiah offered was ruled out. Howard continued to ask, "Do you have any other options? For example, shutting down the shield to allow the Crimson Sword to carry out a precise bombing. Is this method feasible?"

Ohm Messiah: "Master, the shields left by humans only make up a small portion of the defenses in the Orc core area. Even if the shield generators are shut down, the Orc psychic energy can still intercept over 60% of the attacks. The Crimson Sword's attack will be unlikely to be effective. Doing so will also weaken the air cover of the first two teams, increasing their danger."

Om Messiah's answer was equivalent to rejecting Howard's idea.

Howard: "Then can you control the orcs' machines and make them riot?"

Om Messiah: "Master, turning weapons against their original masters requires a tremendous amount of computing power. I can control some of the Orcish machines, but these machines make up too small a proportion of the total Orcish war machinery, and their impact on the battle is negligible."

Howard: "You said we could crash the Crimson Sword. I remember there are some satellites and spaceships in the sky. Can we drop these less important satellites and spaceships, like space-based weapons... like that Rod of God?"

Om Messiah: "Master, although I can control some satellites and spacecraft to fall into the atmosphere, the density of these artificial celestial bodies is too small. When passing through the atmosphere of Karenya, most of their mass will be burned up. Moreover, after the deep burning, it is difficult for me to control their direction, and their landing points will be very scattered."

Howard: "Okay."

In the next half hour, Howard racked his brains and came up with many ideas. Some of them sounded feasible, such as blowing up the orc arsenal or letting the molten steel in the orc factory overflow, while others were absurd, such as directly detonating the orcs' mechanical eyes to kill them.

However, according to Om Messiah's calculations, there will always be problems when implementing these ideas. If some ideas are actually implemented, they can even directly reduce the original 27% success rate to a few tenths of a percent.

Finally, Howard could only sit on the bed in frustration, with his hands in his hair.

Howard: "Oh my God, I've said so much, why don't you give me some advice?"

Om Messiah: "Answer Master, I have an idea."

Howard: "Huh?"

Om Messiah: "Master, the 27 percent probability of success I gave you includes my optimal solution. I will precisely control every step of the process to ensure this operation achieves this success rate."

Howard: "Um... without your micromanagement, what is the success rate if Miss Mei can kill the orc war boss."

Om Messiah: "To answer Master, the zero percent probability I gave earlier was the success rate if I didn't interfere. Saying zero percent isn't exactly accurate, but the probability of success is certainly less than one in ten million."

Howard was completely out of temper.

However, at this moment, Om Messiah came to comfort him again: "Master, don't be depressed or discouraged. This probability is just a number based on my most rational and cold-blooded algorithm. But I know that in the real universe, it is often not these lifeless probabilities and numbers that determine the success or failure of a thing."

Howard: "Um... give me an example?"

Om Messiah: "Master, based on my observations and studies, a powerful entity called the Emperor exists within the human camp in this universe, and even I cannot predict the whereabouts of this entity. If this entity is willing to intervene in the war, then no matter how dire the situation, humanity's chances of success will be 100%. There are many other factors that can increase or decrease the success rate."

Ohm Messiah: "Therefore, Master, do not cling to rigid probabilities. The variables of reality can never be fully calculated. Please maintain hope and faith in everything."

Om Messiah's words left Howard stunned, and it took him two seconds to realize: It seemed like all the words he said were my words!

Did he and Om Messiah have the wrong script? He's human, and Om Messiah is a machine. Shouldn't he be teaching Om Messiah something like, "Reality is unpredictable, please maintain hope and faith in everything," and then inspiring and changing the machine? Why is it the other way around now?

Howard was lost in thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. "Well said, Om Messiah, thank you."

Ohm Messiah: "Master, this is what you taught me."

Howard: “Really?

Om Messiah: "Master, when I first met Ms. Freya on the Sherlock, I couldn't calculate the probability of your survival, but your actions taught me that miracles beyond probability do exist."

Howard: "..."

Howard: "It's my pleasure, Om Messiah."

Suddenly, without any warning, Ohm Messiah shut down with a black screen and a whoosh.

Howard was stunned for two seconds, then he put away the Ohm Messiah and got up from the bed. He turned on the light and poured himself a glass of water.

But before he could raise his glass, there was a knock on the balcony door.

"Come in." Howard said these two words without waiting for the visitor to introduce himself.

There is only one person who would knock on the balcony door at this time.

"Good evening, Mr. Howard. I hope I didn't disturb you." After pushing the door open, May greeted Howard first.

"Good evening, Miss Mei." Howard returned the Eldar's greeting. He tilted his head back and drank the water in his cup. Then he said, "I just happened to have something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Really?" May became interested in Howard's topic. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Let's talk about your business first." Howard said. He didn't think that this elf came to him late at night just to chat with him and watch the stars.

"I'd like you to take a look at this," May said, holding out her hands.

In the palm of her hand was a small resin glass ball, containing a drop of purple liquid the size of a grain of rice.

"What is this?" Howard asked, unable to make out what it was.

"This is a poison created by one of the most depraved members of our race. It's called Dying Breath," Mei said. "I found it in the Mechanical Sage's laboratory. I don't know how he obtained it."

As the person chosen by Evelene, Mei did not come to the human fortress for sightseeing and enjoyment during these few days. When there were no missions and negotiations, she had already figured out the entire Blackwater Fortress from top to bottom. Although humans also sent many secret sentries to monitor her, how could these mortals be her opponents.

"What do you want to say?" Howard asked.

"This precious poison is not suitable for widespread use on the battlefield." Mei looked Howard in the eye and said, "Your people may be plotting a betrayal, a betrayal against my race, and perhaps you are among them."

"Mei, you won't lie to me, right?" Howard asked in response to May's gaze.

He was actually asking in a more tactful way: How do I know whether the poison in your hand is real or you made it up to sow discord.

"I swear on Evelyne's name," May replied.

Howard looked away and sat back on the bed. The anxiety that had finally eased came back.

Damn it, this behavior of humans has undoubtedly created a deep rift in the relationship between humans and the elves on this planet, which has finally been eased.

But intellectually, he couldn't blame humans.

Whether humans prepared the poison in order to betray or to prevent the Eldar from betraying, from the perspective of human interests, this was undoubtedly a wise decision.

The only reason this plan failed was that it was discovered by the elves in advance.

This is also a microcosm of the relationship between humans and elves. The reason for the hostility between the two races is not past blood feuds or internal war maniacs, but the essential differences between the two races.

Even if the leaders of both sides are absolutely rational, they will turn their swords against each other again after joining forces to kill a more dangerous enemy.

In a forest, only one species can occupy the highest ecological niche.