Deep in the Edelweiss Mountains.
A crystal ball containing a large number of souls appeared cracked.
"no no!"
A woman in a wheelchair quickly approached the crystal ball. Before she could touch it, the crystal ball shattered into pieces.
The sealed soul spewed out from the fragments and floated to the sky.
"Father Gaynko... You once again set our research back a month! No... half a year!"
The woman in the wheelchair looked at the broken crystal, and could not control her anger and crushed the crystal fragments further.
"These are not enough, more is needed."
Father Gaynko suddenly woke up from his deep sleep. He covered his forehead with his old hands, and the feeling of being ripped apart by the blade was still repeated in his sense of touch.
After he recovered, he walked out of the container he was lying on, while the judges lying in the other two containers were sleeping forever in the fragments of consciousness space.
"More?"
When the woman heard Father Gaynko's request, her anger was again uncontrollable.
"Soul fragments are not stones on the side of the road!" The woman's voice contained anger.
"The war on the Frost Plains lasted for hundreds of years." Father Gaynko limped towards the woman in the wheelchair. "For a hundred years, the Land of Frost has invested millions of soldiers, and the soldiers' grievances Souls are buried deep in the snow, their souls... how much have you learned?"
"The messengers and martyrs use most of their souls to call for the coming of God. We... only a small part of the soul fragments that we can absorb! Not to mention such high-quality soul fragments!"
The woman didn't feel any fear when Father Gaynko walked in, she reminded him in a deep voice.
"Those… damn worms!" Father Gaynko's voice was tinged with chills.
"Shouldn't the worms be you? Thieves who want to steal the power of God."
A woman quietly appeared behind Father Gaynko, and a group of humans with their mouths sealed appeared with her.
Father Gaynko didn't use words to argue with the other party, he walked slowly towards the entrance of the ruins.
"Where are you going!" the man in the wheelchair asked loudly.
"The war between the Demon Race and the Land of Frost has come to an end, but human beings will always be creatures living in disputes."
A large amount of gray fog began to climb up Father Gaynko's body from the soles of his feet, and the next second he became another person.
"It's time to pour a fire on the seeds that were planted earlier."
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the next day.
Qiao Xiu stayed in the consciousness space of the World Tree for a whole night, to be precise, he worked frantically for a whole night.
"How much of my original goal is still unfinished?"
Qiao Xiu floated in the consciousness space like a corpse. Around Qiao Xiu, various drawing boards and brushes floated around, and there were exquisite paintings one after another.
"The new series of Hearthstone has been completed, and the last part of the four signatures of Sherlock Holmes is left. Readers in the Fudo Library, led by the 'Holy Tree Breeder', are still urging updates... Son of the Forest Do you need to respond to them?"
Shiratori stood on a branch that appeared out of nowhere, and during this time it became more and more like Joshua's housekeeper at work.
On the other hand, looking at the two world trees of frost elves and black wood elves...
"Don't scratch my head!"
Qiao Xiu hugged the white cat on his head and returned from the lying position to the sitting position.
"I haven't figured out how to change the last part, what about the magic net update?"
"The function of the 'creative workshop' opened by the rebuilt game section is normal. I will review all game components and independent games made by other users from the perspective of human beings."
As Shiratori spoke, a pitch-black window appeared in front of Qiao Xiu. This kind of UI design Qiao Xiu was very familiar with, that is, a certain software that cheated Qiao Xiu of countless money on the earth.
Qiao Xiu originally wanted to separate the game partition and make it a website like Magic Web Horizon, but players seem to have become accustomed to posting and discussing while playing games, so Qiao Xiu just separated the function of "creative workshop".
"What is the number of singers on Lexicon?"
Joshua kept smashing the white cat in his arms with his hands, and once again asked Shiratori a new question.
"At present, there are thirty-seven singers registered on Magic Web Music, and there are a total of 327 songs. Tailin from the Frost Elves is still the most popular singer, followed by the Redemption group, Aureli. Ann has recently composed three critically acclaimed pieces of music."
When the white bird mentioned Aurelian, Joshua heard the pride in its voice, and this white bird also had its own feelings.
In a sense, the high elves are like children to him, the kind of children who occasionally reach the stage of rebellion.
"Aurelian... I didn't expect to have any skills."
Joshua rubbed the white cat's meat ball with his hand, this action completely stimulated the white cat, and it disappeared directly into Joshua's arms.
"On TV?"
Qiao Xiu didn't have the white cat to touch, so he patted his cheek with his hand to make himself a little awake.
When there are no outsiders in the consciousness space, Qiao Xiu can enter the state of accelerated thinking, although the time in the real world has only passed for one night, and Qiao Xiu has been here for almost a whole week.
"Nolan TV's current program list has stabilized. Judging from the comments collected on the caster forum, Tailin Late Night Radio is still the most watched, and "Tom and Jerry" has been mentioned the most, followed by The mercenary team produced and edited "Monster World", and the remaining Qianmian submitted two new program applications for "Refining Pharmacy" and "Black Pigeon Wardrobe"."
"I agree... Qianmian actually just wants to do the latter show, but the previous ideas also have potential."
Qiao Xiu felt that Nolan Radio's programs were too few now. On the other hand, the Falosi TV station next door was doing a good job.
"What about the movie?"
"Three films were released at the White Thorns Theatre and Nolan National Theatre, two from Fallowsy, one from the White Thorns Theatre Company, and from Fallowsy's "Goodbye Tomorrow" was well-received by the Caster Forum's film division, but the box office Still not as good as your "Faithful Dog Hachiko"."
Shiratori called up a bunch of interfaces and sent them to Qiao Xiu.
"Someone on the caster forum is urging you to make a new movie, Son of the Forest. The note in the text message is that Sir Whitebud's friend has also sent several related inquiries."
"I've already written a few beginnings of the script for the new movie." Joshua replied "Wait a minute" to Sir Bai Jinghua on the virtual keyboard.
Joshua still has many favorite movies that he wants to present in front of people in this world, but Joshua must first arrange the work of the sublimators before starting other plans.