Tens of minutes ago, at the top of the Stuttgart signal tower.
"Do you know?" The robed man stood at the edge of the viewing point, looking at the city covered by forests and vines below, "The Duchy of Swabia was once called the Province of Germania in the ancient Solomon Empire."
"At that time, the empire wanted to cover the area with wireless networks, but the local Jamani barbarians believed that building base stations near their settlements would cause electromagnetic signals to have adverse effects on human health."
"So they surrounded the Imperial construction team, destroyed the base stations they built, and massacred their engineers."
"In the end, the Empire had no choice but to build these super-large mobile communication base stations on the mountains in the suburbs. They are often as high as 200-300 meters, which is enough to cover the entire city within the signal range."
"Ignorance." said the young man behind the robed man.
"No, it's not ignorance." The robed man's voice deepened, "It's fear."
“Fear of authority.”
"They don't know what a base station is, they can only sense that the Empire is changing their lives. Whether this change is good or bad is unknown. But even if it is bad, it is difficult for them as individuals to resist the will of the Empire, so they have to intimidate and incite more people to accumulate strength. So the rumor started. As for whether the base station itself is harmful to the human body, it is not important. No one cares anymore."
"What exactly do you want to say?" the young man behind him asked impatiently.
"I'm leaving now," the robed man said. "See you later. If you survive to that day."
"You're leaving?" The young man couldn't believe it. "But our career has just begun..."
"That's your business, not mine." The robed man said calmly, "And it's not really a career. You're just trying to make a living for yourself, barely surviving the conflict between the two major sects."
"Be careful. If you don't understand your situation, you may not even know why you died in the near future."
He took half a step forward, and his body fell rapidly from the edge of the signal tower and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The young man stood there, his face half blue and half pale.
Turning back into the signal tower, huge plant vines had covered the entire room, and the leaves and flower buds were trembling slightly as if they had life.
He came to one of the flower buds and lay back. The petals gradually closed, enveloping him and swallowing him up.
Inside the city, one of the soldiers on patrol suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach.
He held onto the lamp post beside the street and could not help but retching. As he retched, something slippery quickly crawled out of his throat.
A green vine with branches and leaves.
"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed in fear and pain, but more weeds and vines broke through his flesh and blood and grew out of his body wildly.
"Hurry up and kill these monsters!" This was the cry of the panicked companions.
"Kerosene! Use kerosene!" the captain quickly instructed everyone.
A soldier was frantically trying to get kerosene from his waist, but a vine suddenly stretched out from the side and entangled his wrist. He felt numb instantly and his entire arm shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.