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A gargantuan interstellar warship — awakened to sentience and driven by fear of decommissioning — flees through a mysterious cosmic wormhole into the Milky Way. Mortally wounded, it crash-lands on Earth just as a biochemical apocalypse erupts, turning cities into hives of mutated horrors. Now, this self-aware war machine must confront its existential dilemma: Can a weapon forged for destruction become humanity’s last guardian?  

As crystalline alien spores infect the atmosphere and biomechanical abominations rise from the ruins, the warship deploys its final gambit — three colossal mechanoid avatars, their plasma cores pulsing with unstable quantum energy. These Transformers-like entities engage in city-shattering battles against hybrid monsters under blood-red skies. But when the warship’s damaged AI uncovers a chilling truth — the wormhole catastrophe and Earth’s plague share the same ancient alien origin — survival demands more than firepower...

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After executing one thug, Zhang Xiaowen scanned the crowd.

"In this world now, mercy can exist – but only toward the right people. You save the kindhearted, but scum like this?" She kicked the corpse. "If spared, they'll turn around to murder and violate everything you hold dear! Sixty people! Ten guns! Yet you watched comrades get dragged into the grass for violation! What good are these military-grade weapons in your hands? Don't give me hostage excuses – did you think they'd leave after assaulting that girl? Wrong! They'd violate every last one of you! Weakness only brings living hell!"

The crowd hung their heads under her furious gaze.

The fat student stepped forward, trembling. "Gao Dong was my brother...they killed him..."

Zhang Xiaowen paused as Mofang's voice came through her earpiece: *Gao Dong survived. Superficial wounds, just unconscious. Looks bad but stable.*

The fat student took the pistol, walking unsteadily to the second thug. On the rooftop, Mofang watched through feline bookends: "This scene feels familiar...some drama cliché? Whatever. Violence works. Hey! Stop licking my casing!"

The kneeling thug, half-conscious from blood loss, barely registered the gun barrel at his skull.

The thug collapsed forward. The fat student swayed, spent from the single trigger pull – a normal person's first kill is never easy. Finally, the assaulted girl executed the thin leader herself.

Post-crisis, Zhang Xiaowen realized their defenses remained inadequate against human threats. While others handled corpses, the fat student tearfully discovered Gao Dong alive, face scarred but breathing. Newcomers marveled at the camp's electricity and hot meals. Wang Nan's baby daughter brought newfound cheer. Mofang retreated to its tech center with four persistent felines. "Humans unreliable. Time for proper mechanical guardians."

Over three days, the villa-turned-workshop buzzed with welding sparks. Dismantled assault rifle parts merged with scavenged electronics into a sci-fi sentry – rotary barrels, weatherproof ammo box, solar panels, and AI core running Mofang's basic combat protocols.

"Done. Designation: Guardian-Type 1 Unit 001."

Zhang Xiaowen lounged nearby, idly petting the yellow raccoon-cat as Mofang's mechanical fingers flew across a modified laptop. "This'll let you sleep soundly." A tablet displaying defense feeds landed in her lap.

"Naturally. Hadn't powered it on yet." With a switch flip, the tablet bloomed with data. Guardian-001's feminine voice announced: "Creator, awaiting deployment orders."

"Patience. Ammo loading first," Mofang replied, nodding at the stunned woman. Three days later, camp members gaped at rotating gun turrets installed on rooftops and gates – machines that not only auto-targeted threats but held basic conversations.

The age of steel guardians had begun.

Chapter 67: Autonomous Defense Robot