…
When Roland walked into the living room, he was immediately attracted by the light curtain that covered half of the wall.
I saw the edge of the light curtain exuding indefinite purple light, as if a channel connecting different planes had been pierced through the wall. The scene on the other side is very dark, like a huge void deep in the ground. The thin red river flowing like a spider's web illuminates the rock walls and domes, and the outlines of ancient ruins are faintly visible. Judging from the realistic visual effects, this should not be a fictional scene by the other party, but a live broadcast spanning thousands of miles.
A huge sarcoma monster was facing him, the tentacles on his body opened one after another, and an unfamiliar voice sounded directly in his mind.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting... Dear King of Greycastle, His Majesty Roland Wimbledon. I am Pasha, one of the Taquila survivors. You must have heard about us from Phyllis. "
"So that's what direct contact is all about," Roland sat down opposite the light curtain, along with him were Nightingale, Agatha, Wendy, and Scroll, "You can talk for a while, so I don't have to introduce myself. It's over."
"You don't look surprised at me at all," Pasha looked surprised. "I thought it would take a long time for you to accept that we are witches."
Because of the concepts of possession and prosthetics, I have seen too many, Roland thought to himself, but he still said calmly, "The red moon is coming, and time is very little for both of us. Instead of concealing and suspicious of each other, it is better to be honest with each other from the beginning, since you were once the rulers of the mainland, you should be able to understand this truth.”
Pasha was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Phyllis is right, you are indeed a rare extraordinary person."
"I'm just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors," Roland spread his hands and said, "Let's get down to business, we all have a common purpose, and that is to fight against the devil. The purpose of your sending Phyllis is not only to find the Chosen One, but also to I'm not mistaken about the desire to communicate with the secular kingdom, right?"
"Exactly," Pasha admitted generously. "In the beginning we just wanted to infiltrate and slowly recruit or control some mortals to search for the Chosen One. The Dark Money of the Kingdom of Dawn was one of them. But the failure of the church made us I saw another kind of hope, that is, to stand upright in front of the stage and gather all the witches in one place.”
"So you have set your sights on Greycastle?"
"The information collected shows that the Sleeping Island in the fjord has the largest witch organization at present. Its leader is the younger sister of the King of Greycastle, and Greycastle is a big country that defeated the church with its own hands, so it is the first stop to find the Chosen One. It's a very suitable choice. But I didn't expect Phyllis to connect with you so quickly and bring a shocking news. To be honest, we thought it would take at least two or three years, to achieve this.”
"Very well, it seems that we have saved another two or three years. This result alone is enough to make this meeting go down in history." Roland smiled.
"It seems so right," Pasha also laughed, "provided that we can defeat the devil and continue to survive and reproduce in the Dawn Realm."
"Of course, as long as ordinary people and witches put aside their barriers and work together, the devil is not an invincible enemy." Roland paused, "I can also help you find the Chosen One, after all, there is one more powerful weapon against the devil. It's always a good thing, but cooperation has to be based on mutual understanding, don't you think?"
"Agreed," Pasha's tentacles swayed together, "if you want to know anything, please ask, Your Majesty."
He looked around, looked at Agatha, Wendy, and Scroll successively, and then slowly said, "After learning about the buried history from Phyllis, my biggest puzzle is, what the hell are you all about? What was found in the ruins that caused Taquila to break with Starfall City, and even lead to the disintegration of the Federation?"
This is also one of the most crucial reasons why Roland decides to contact the survivors. Technologies like soul transfer are completely unsolvable by existing technologies; to convince the witches that they can replace the God's Punishment Army plan and completely destroy the devil's scourge instrument. There must be something different. He will not blindly think that the technology tree he knows is perfect, and learning from each other's strengths is a principle that every modern person is familiar with.
In fact, he has always wanted to incorporate magic, a seemingly omnipotent force, into technology. When he saw that the other party used the ancient artifacts in the ruins to accurately project real-time images into the Westland Castle, he was sure that this meeting was absolutely necessary.
There is no doubt that this ability has exceeded the limit of a witch.
"Pasha!"
"Are you sure you want to tell him this?"
"That's the god's secret!"
"How much sacrifice did we make to..."
In an instant, several voices poured into his mind, some worried and some dissatisfied, and then he realized that there were also many people in Taquila who were witnessing this meeting.
"It is precisely because we have made sacrifices that we cannot let them go to waste," Pasha interrupted the discussion, "if we can't resist the devil's frenzy, should we carry this secret into the grave, just as we found out Are these tombstones the same?"
Her high-pitched rhetorical question instantly silenced the scene, probably because she had touched on the crucial point, and no one stood up against her opinion.
This makes Roland a little concerned. It seems that Phyllis's description of the survivors is not a lie. They have indeed eliminated the influence of class and status to a certain extent. dispute. But in general, Pasha still has a very high prestige among them.
"Sorry, this news is really important..." Pasha lowered her tentacles to the living room, as if to express her apology, "But now, it can no longer be a secret - at least it shouldn't be a secret between us." Silence After a while, she continued, "To be precise, we didn't discover the ruins, but the ruins found us."
Roland frowned, "It found Taquila?"
"It's not Taquila, it's us in an earlier era... About shortly after the first War of Divine Will began."
Did Pasha refer to us as "all mankind"? For some reason, he faintly felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, "That's been more than 800 years old."
"That's right, unfortunately we didn't understand what it meant at the time," Pasha sighed. "What came to us was a civilization... a civilization that has disappeared underground."