In the Lunburg base, Gawain saw the soldiers of the Royal Army rescued by Soldering.
Leading these soldiers was a northerner with medium build, short brown hair, and a high nose bridge. He had already replaced his original broken armor with comfortable clothes provided by the base. Although there was still a trace of fatigue on his face, he was full of spirit The situation has obviously improved a lot.
When Gawain walked into the slightly crude barracks, the Mr. Cavalier, who had escaped from death, immediately stood up. He led a few soldiers with slightly dazed faces beside him, and bent down nervously to salute: " My lord, I am Barna Mitchell from the capital, and my soldiers and I are very grateful for your generous protection... "
"Please sit down, Mr. Mitchell, I have some questions to ask you." Gawain gestured for the knight in front of him to sit down, and he sat down casually on the chair next to him, "First introduce yourself—you should be able to guess, I am Gawain Cecil."
This is the legendary knight, who only appeared in legends and historians' books a few years ago, but now he has returned from the kingdom of the dead to regain his power as the ruler of the southern border.
The nobles of the royal capital have various descriptions and speculations about the ruler of the southern border. Most people choose to stay away, a few people regard it as a threat, and a very small number of people harbor conspiracy theorist malice, and almost everyone agrees. , this legendary pioneer is incompatible with this era - he has the arrogance of the Gondorians, the roughness of the pioneers, the barbarism of the first generation of nobles, and the unreasonableness of the resurrected. This is Barna Mitch from the royal capital All the impressions he had built up about Gawain Cecil in his own social circle.
Mitchell briefly looked at the legendary Duke in front of him with the most impolite gaze, and when the look was about to go beyond the rules, he lowered his gaze and made a gesture of waiting for orders.
The pioneering hero in front of me didn't wear outrageous costumes that didn't fit the times, nor did he exude a disturbing atmosphere. He was just like the most orthodox history books, tall, majestic, and wearing armor, as if he was always on the battlefield, with sharp eyes , but not cold.
"Are you used to living here?"
This first question was somewhat beyond Mitchell's expectations. He froze for a moment, and quickly answered: "Yes, thank you for the comfortable environment..."
Clean hot water, tidy rooms, clothing, food and valuable medicines, and above all, safety—it is impossible for a person who has just escaped from a desperate situation to complain about such an environment.
"Very good," Gawain nodded slightly, "I would like to know the specific situation of the 'dry cluster infection' and the final route of the northern armies to break through..."
…
On the outskirts of Pompeii, a temporary camp.
Barbed wire fences and gun towers are stacked and staggered, and heavily armed soldiers are guarding the surroundings at the sentry posts. Inside and outside the camp, there are open or dark magic monitoring and warning devices that are buzzing. Although the camp itself is not big, the amazing level of protection allows It is like a fortress armed to the teeth.
There is only one reason for such strict protection: this is the place to study the pollution of gods and evils.
Deep in the camp, in a spacious and bright laboratory, Kamel was suspended a dozen centimeters above the ground. On the platform in front of him, a cage composed of a shield generator and a solid steel fence was stabilized. The ground is inlaid on the base made of reinforced concrete, and the inside of the cage is the core of the mission of this laboratory—
A druse giant that has completely mutated and lost human cognition.
That huge humanoid creature with a height of three meters stood quietly behind the solid barrier formed by the energy shield and the solid fence. It was not as violent as the "monster" commonly known by ordinary people. In fact, it was the opposite: its eyes were calm And reason, even with a kind of detachment, stared at the great magister outside the barrier without saying a word.
"I heard Pittman say that you refuse to talk to 'weak old-time humans'," Kamel drifted closer and buzzed, "so I came—I'm curious, in your perception, Is my form considered old times?"
The druse giant made no response.
"It looks like you're still refusing to talk—do you think someone will come to your rescue? This is far from the front line, you're far from your deformed compatriots..." Kamel continued, "I know you're sane, you're still I can think, but it has been replaced with a new set of worldviews. In your cognition, maybe cluster infection is a normal life form, and uninfected humans are actually some kind of disease... But what I am curious about is, After going through such a transformation, do you still remember your thoughts as a human being, remember your emotions as a human being... "
After another round of silence, the giant finally spoke, with a low tremor in his voice: "When the new era comes, you will realize the flaws of pure flesh and blood—extinction will come naturally, and we, in the Help... you guys."
The giant was obviously hesitant when he said the last word, because he was not sure whether he should include the floating luminous spirit in front of him in the category of "you".
No matter how you look at it, Kamel doesn't seem to have any human organs that can be mutated...
Kamel didn't care about the sensational parts of the other party's words. He just stared at the mutant in front of him with two shining arcane lights, and said in a low voice, "The so-called new era you call is the magic tide."
The druse giant was silent.
"As far as I know, an individual like you with special power and complete sanity belongs to the commander of the 'Druid Giant', and the druid dark magic left on your body shows that you should have been the priest of the Church of the End of Everything— Or a martyr."
"..."
"Which class did you belong to in the Death of All Things Society? The patriarch? Or a lower level withered priest? Or a forest shepherd?"
"..."
"Where did you get the information about the demonic tide?" "Why are you sure that you can survive the demonic tide by becoming this form?" "Have you heard of the word 'sinister'? Do you know its meaning? ""Where did you get this transformation technology?"
Kamel asked one question after another, but the cluster giant never said a word. In the end, after a more unbearable silence, Kamel suddenly said: "Do you know that this road used to be in the Gondor Empire? Been there too—I was a part of the plan. I witnessed its failure, and your self-proclaimed evolutionary form is just the first failed plan we eliminated... "
He thought that such words would somewhat touch the prisoner in front of him, but the crystal cluster giant just looked over calmly, and said after a while:
"I've heard that a stronghold from the Gondor period was unearthed in the southern border...
"I am not surprised at all by your existence.
"But you got one thing wrong, ancient magisters, your failure was not due to technical factors, not because there was a problem with this route.
"Your failure is because your disobedience is not thorough enough..."
After saying this, the cluster giant stepped back two steps, returned to the middle of the cage, sat down where it was, and stopped accepting any conversations.
Kamel's efforts were fruitless, and he finally left the laboratory helplessly.
Outside the laboratory, Pittman and several researchers in gray robes had been waiting for a long time.
"It said a few words to me, but hardly any useful information was revealed," Kamel said to Pittman with a sigh, "As you judged before, most of this 'command-level' cluster giants Transformed by the die-hard martyrs of the Doom Society, they maintain control of the druse legion in this way, and the mouths of such fanatics are almost impossible to pry."
"As the crystal cluster army expands, sooner or later they will select a new commander from the Transcendents who have accepted the transformation. This kind of commander should be able to pry his mouth open. We don't need to worry," Pittman said, and then he seemed to notice the card. Meier's mood was a little strange, "What else did it tell you? You don't look very well..."
Kamel was very surprised: "Can you see my face?"
"I can't tell from the look, but the color is quite obvious, and it's quite green now..."
"...No big deal, it's just that the last sentence that guy said made me a little bit concerned," Kamel shook his head, "The End of Everything really got a part of the legacy of the 'disobedience' plan back then, and they are continuing to implement this plan created an abomination in the process, but the drupe giant said they did something more 'disobedient'... I don't understand what that means."
"Can you be more 'rebellious'?" Pittman raised his eyebrows. Although he was once a member of the Society of the End of Everything, he obviously didn't understand the evil plan of the Society of the End of Everything. The graves of the gods have been dug up, the flesh has been sliced, and the blood and flesh of the gods have been refined into medicine to vaccinate the whole country. Can anyone be more rebellious than you? They really created a false god, and in the world I don't think you are disobedient..."
"So I can't understand," Kamel buzzed, then shook his head, "What about you? What's the result of your experiment?"
"After isolating the crystal cluster infected person transformed from ordinary people from the 'commander', all the experimental subjects showed obvious signs of weakness and stagnation of activity, and the only remaining thinking ability is rapidly disappearing, it seems that the lower crystal cluster infection The mental activity of the victim must be maintained by the 'commander'..." Pittman spread his hands and sighed, "In short, it is hopeless—the mutation from the body to the spirit is irreversible. But those are still There is no mutation, and individuals who only carry the infection may be able to be saved. The most recent batch of infected people sent over is now in a stable condition. The conventional methods of treating plague and curse are useful for them. I am looking for the most effective purification plan. And look for the key triggers that cause them to mutate from 'carriers' to 'mutators'."
…
In Cecil City, a spring rain washed away the row upon row of roofs and the criss-crossing streets. In the gradually dimming sky, the city was still bustling like daytime.
A graceful snake tail climbed up the tallest magic web broadcasting tower in the city, entangled with the amplifying antenna at the top of the broadcasting tower, Tier's body clings to the magic mechanism made of steel, she leaned out, and glanced across the city in the distance , Sweeping across the factory floor that has been turned on and is running around the clock.
The flames of war are spreading in the far north. Although the land of the Principality of Cecil is still safe, the impact of the war will still penetrate into every aspect of people's lives. The war began to be discussed in taverns and cafés, news and commentary from the North began to appear in the newspapers, and factories, already in what was called a "wartime state," were operating with unprecedented efficiency.
Countless war machines lined up to leave the workshop, and the gears and bearings had not cooled down before rushing to the front with a bang; the technicians, doctors, and non-commissioned officers who had just graduated from various colleges were full of vigor and vitality, and went to their respective positions and lives; Not facing the war head-on, the commercial operations within the Principality not only remained unaffected, but became more prosperous than ever. This city driven by the power of the magic industry is so vibrant and so lovable, even the lazy Tire can't help but be aroused by it, and it arouses some reverie about the hometown of sea monsters—
Tyr doesn't know what the hometown of the Kraken looks like. She is a new generation born after the Antaveen crash-landed in this world. After the "big crash", the Kraken Empire has declined and will never regain its former glory , However, on the teaching machine, on the broken data stored in the memory chip, when the ancient sea monsters narrated their distant and vague memories, Tyr heard the description of his hometown more than once—
It was a living world, oceans covered the entire planet, and in the depths of the deep and gentle waters, the world of sirens flourished, machines worked day and night, cities controlled by artificial intelligence shone on the seabed, and submarine trains Galloping between the trenches and sea ridges, the aircraft gallops out of the deep sea and jumps out of the water, satellite clusters and orbital facilities surround the planet, overlooking the beautiful water world...
The Krakens might really not be able to go back.
But Tyr glanced over Cecil—these creatures of the land, they had their homeland, and they were building it with enthusiasm.
Perhaps one day, they will build this place as beautiful as that "beautiful water world".
The lost siren took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and chanted in a low voice.
Invisible power soaks in this ethereal singing, vibrating the surrounding magic power, vibrating the booster antenna of the radio tower, vibrating Cecil's magic net—and then passing through countless The relay tower shakes the sentinel tower, shakes the majestic wall.
The singing voice multiplies the ripples of space, spanning endless storms and oceans.
In the eastern part of the Endless Sea, the city of Siren "Antaveen", which has been bathed in starlight, the listeners on duty at night were surprised to see the strange frequency that suddenly popped up on the communicator.
A moment later, a maid of the deep sea swam her fish tail and swam into the bedroom of Queen Petya—
"Your Majesty! The missing tide master has been found. She swam backwards when she returned, and she is now in the western continent!
"There she found human allies!
"She asked if you wanted a biscuit?"
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