Sagara Sousuke went out with his head drooping. He will receive his tools in three hours and prepare to polish, wax and replace the three filters of three imperial battleships that are several kilometers across. I can't concentrate on doing other things-if we still don't find the world transfer coordinates of "Full Metal Frenzy" in the end.
Of course, I still sent him a helper, a full-featured spaceship maintenance robot made by Little Bubbles while doing homework. Although the little girl is still a long way from growing into a qualified mother machine, she made This kind of robot is really nothing to say, under the influence of Bubble's hidden violent gene, the maintenance robot made by Little Bubble carries a full set of heavy soldiers including heavy machine guns, laser cannons, particle guns, resonance generators and photon cannons. Equipment, it can be said that this robot can do anything on the battlefield except for maintenance of the spaceship...
Obviously, the robot sent to "help" is not responsible for helping to polish the spaceship, but to look at Sagara Sousuke. It is a bit uneasy to let such a bomb madman approach my precious spaceship...
"Okay, Sagara Sousuke has already been punished. If he can't find his hometown, the one facing that guy is..."
"Life hard labor," said Beodar stiffly, "just, Lord Hades."
The most tiring part of talking to Spartans is that you have to make up a grammatical sentence in their concise vocabulary. Although soldiers should speak concisely, what if you say one more word and you will get pregnant
Um, I'm heavy mouthed.
"Now let's talk about your problems." I focused my headache on Beodar's cumin-smelling biceps. When I was talking to Sagara Sousuke, I was also exchanging information with my sister. From her observation, the Spartan warrior in front of her may cause no less trouble than Sergeant Sagara, "Why not in the barracks assigned to you? Why not use the clothing and daily necessities we provide, and more importantly...why not bath?"
Now I suspect that Sousuke Sagara planted the landmines not simply for "warning". That kid wouldn't take revenge because he was so angry because he lived next to these Spartans, right
"Sparta doesn't need that"
Beodar answered my question in just eight words.
That said, real Spartans don't touch anything that might make them vulnerable, right? Including comfortable barracks, beautiful clothes, hot bath, shampoo, bootleg discs of female artists with both virtue and art, and stereos, you don’t want these things, do you
But you can’t lay the floor in front of the barracks every day, build a bonfire in the open air on the street, insist on roasting the food every time you distribute it until it’s 80% burnt, and more importantly, you still haven’t washed off the blood on your body until now.
After I put forward these objective facts and asked on the sidelines if there was a clause of "no bathing for life" in the Spartan customs, Beodar finally said a long sentence: "The battle is still going on before the victory. Do not wash away the blood"
Hiss—I have a toothache.
The battle is still going on? That is to say, these muscular idiots have already firmly believed that this magical and strange place is the underworld, and after their own "death", there are still tragic fights on the battlefield, waiting for their resurrection to win the victory, so, in Until I "resurrect" these Spartans, they will always think that their battle is still going on, and they will always live according to the standards of the battlefield until they return to the battlefield and become a piece of rotten meat of history
Spartans can't afford to hurt
But if you think about it, it seems that the group of Xiling apostles around me also have this virtue, maybe even worse than Sparta... At the beginning Sandora led her personal guards to fight for tens of thousands of years. The soldiers of Xiling were looking for a way to return to the battlefield until the extinction of human civilization in the last season. I am completely sure that if I set a task that will take a million years to the two imperial soldiers standing outside the door, they can also Carry out without hesitation, even if the entire universe is destroyed and only the two of them are left.
This kind of soldier, although it seems unreasonable, makes people have to respect it-if they can take a bath.
"When can we return to the battlefield?"
The topic that Beodar brought up to me has always been this. Just like I can't understand Pandora's enthusiasm for planting the imperial flag all over the world, I also can't understand the other party's behavior of rushing to the battlefield to die. They are going to die: During the conversation, I knew that it might be the last battle of the Spartan city-state. The soldiers led by Beodar were almost the most elite troops left by the Spartans, and they were all, but knowing that they would go back It's the "second time" of death, why can't he honestly enjoy a few days in Shadow City
However, these words can be complained in the stomach, but they must not be said.
Looking at the expression on Beodar's face, I knew that if I persuaded the other party to enjoy comfort in the "Underworld", even if he respectfully called me "Underworld" one second, he would have to treat me as a tempting person the next second. The fallen devil rushed forward to fight desperately.
"Be patient," I comforted the other party with a headache. "You should have seen that the floating population in the 'Underworld' has suddenly increased so much recently. I guess you didn't have so many people in the entire city-state of Sparta back then."
"ASAP."
Beodar nodded, put down these two words, got up and walked out the door.
Well, the shelf is bigger than me.
But for this classmate in iron pants, that door... opened inwards.
After sending away the temporarily settled Spartan commander, my headache didn't abate much.
Compared with the total number of traversers who have almost turned the entire Shadow City into a vegetable market, the friction between Sparta and Sagara Sousuke is just a small episode. In fact, due to the increasing number of traversers in recent days, , the cultural differences and worldview conflicts between them are becoming more and more serious, and the small frictions that broke out due to various reasons have never been interrupted. To give a simple example, the three Jedi Knights almost The reason for the real fight with the guys from the Blood Ravens is that the Jedi said that the emperor in the mouth of the Blood Ravens is a piece of scum. In the end, if both sides let Piccolo and Yashen'an fight, the consequences would be... Uh, It's already unimaginable.
Those guys are still lying in the medical center now.
These traversers are not imperial vassals like the Salvation Army. They can eliminate racial barriers and live in harmony like the latter. In Lin Xue's words, there are now a bunch of hooligans in Shadow City, and almost everyone has a relationship with others. People have very different three views. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, disciples and grandchildren of various schools of thought often used their brains on the street, not to mention that there are more than two hundred people in Shadow City who can use Nian Qi alone. Under the high-pressure supervision of the soldiers, these outsiders are quite safe, but I am really worried that they will break out a renaissance movement—the rogue version.
"Headache..."
Coming out of the office of the neighborhood committee, looking at the seemingly peaceful traveler settlement in the distance, I felt my head was as big as a bucket.
And the moment he turned his head, a tall figure happened to pass by not far in front.
"Huh? Saeko Busushima?"
Recognizing the other party in an instant, I couldn't help calling out. The girl in front immediately subconsciously assumed a tense posture when she heard the sound. She relaxed when she saw that it was me, and then showed a surprised expression on her face.
"Ah, is it... His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire?"
With such an exclamation, the girl in front of me, who always looks like a lady, showed an embarrassed look, as if she wanted to salute, but she didn't know what kind of etiquette should be performed. Obviously, she suddenly met me, a theoretically senior The unattainable "head of the empire" was a little too nervous for a while.
"Relax, relax," I waved my hand at the other party carelessly, "Speaking of which, you live near here? Why aren't you in the inhabited area in front? It's not easy to find a lively place in Shadow City."
"It's better to be remote," Saeko Busujima slightly hooked her head, and said in a low voice, "I'm not used to being with the crowd, and I always think of them suddenly becoming... sorry, I..."
"It's okay," I smiled understandingly, "I know what you've been through, and it's normal to have such sequelae, but if you still can't return to normal life, you will never be able to get rid of the nightmare... huh? You What are you looking at me for?"
There was a trace of embarrassment across Busushima's face, and he waved his hands in a panic: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that you are so approachable..."
I"… "
"I heard that officer named Sivis and many imperial soldiers mentioned His Majesty the Emperor before. Their fanaticism and combativeness and their evaluation of you made me feel that the head of such an empire should be a very high-ranking, majestic and terrifying person. But I didn't expect it to be so kind."
Me: "...how did Sivis and those soldiers describe me?"
"The most powerful emperor, the destroyer of the abyss, the supreme head of state..."
If Lin Xue heard the above three items, then the girl will have a topic in the next half month.
"Don't listen to their nonsense," I scratched my cheeks in embarrassment, feeling a slight heat on my old face, "Speaking of which, you are still used to living here? Those imperial soldiers are quite rough, I've heard, 80% The people who were knocked out were brought back by them.”
"No, no, although they look fierce, those are very reliable fighters," Saeko Busujima said, and then showed a hesitant expression, "Just, I want to know... a lot of people from different worlds this time People come to your territory... Such an incident, can you simply build a shelter and finish it?"
"Of course not," I shook my head, "The influx of traversers will cause serious consequences..."
At the moment, I told Busujima about the so-called parallel worlds, different worlds, and world balance and other messy things that I don't even understand.
"To sum up, the world is a sophisticated and fragile registry system, and each element should have its own place in it. A large number of foreign objects from other worlds are poisonous to our world system. Now the world The tree of the world—that is, the source of this world has been polluted, and the only way to solve the pollution is to send the pollutants back to where they came from.”
"That is to say," a deep and trembling voice sounded beside him, "soon, you will send all the people here back to their original world...isn't it?"
"Ah, it's almost like this, and in fact, a small group of traversers were sent back yesterday afternoon," I thought of Shana who was sent away in the first group. Sending a polite goodbye, although she extorted from me a pineapple bun that was enough to feed a Sandora, it is not easy to make friends with Shana, "As long as the coordinates of the original world are located, we will The one who sent the traverser back... eh? You are... "
I was startled by the sight I saw when I turned around. Saeko Busujima, who always had a gentle and calm face, stared at me with such a fearful and pleading expression on her face, which surprised me.
"Really... Do I really have to go back? Is there no other way, I don't have to..."
In an instant, I understood what the other party meant.
Is it possible to really send them back to the world of "Academic Apocalypse"? Is that different from murder
Most of the traversers are now waiting for the opportunity to go home. They are full of uneasiness and guard against this strange and strange world, but absolutely not including special ones like Busujima Saeko: they are absolutely unwilling to return to their own hell. common hometown
However, let them stay here... still have to discuss it with Ding Dong.
"Come with me," I didn't directly respond to Busujima's pleading expression, I just waved to her, and then walked in a certain direction, "It's not far ahead."
After a few minutes of hasty walking, I led the unknown Saeko Busujima to the front of the isolated light barrier in the residential area. This is where the traversers stopped. The imperial soldiers with live ammunition and ten-meter sentry guns prevented all traversers from approaching.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Even though I had deliberately slowed down, the trotting along the way still made Busujima a little breathless. She looked at the grating in front of her, leaned on her knees and asked, "Here... here is..."
"The mecha troops and sentry guns you usually see are nothing but civilian devices." I waved my hand and opened the energy grid. "The front is the real military restricted area of the empire."
Passing through the grating, an unprecedentedly huge open space appeared in front of us. The open space was densely covered with mysterious flood runes. Some kind of distant and huge coercion permeated the air, making Busujima hold his breath slightly. .
"In order to prevent trouble, there is a layer of space camouflage here," I pulled Poison Island to stand on the two circular rune circles, "Now, we should discuss it with the God of this world."
"ah-"
As expected, when the gigantic tree that covered the entire sky and its trunk was like a cliff of a thousand feet appeared in front of it, Poison Island let out an exclamation that made the ears itch.
"You are forbidden to make noise and take pictures within 500 meters of God's house, do you know?" I plucked my ears irritated by the poison island, squinting my eyes and said, "Also, it is strictly forbidden to slap and feed wild gods."
"This... what is this?"
With a face full of shock, Busujima covered her mouth and tried to raise her head to see whether the suspected "big tree" had a top, but what she saw was only a huge tree trunk extending infinitely beyond the limit of her vision , that dark brown unprecedented tree trunk is more than ten kilometers high, and when it disappeared into a green sea, it was already beyond the sight of ordinary people.
Standing under the World Tree and looking up, even a giant can only feel like an ant, so Pandora has never been to this place—she absolutely does not want to admit that Ding Dong, who is usually so much lower than herself, can surpass her in height , especially after knowing that Dingdang also has a god form with a height of 1.6 meters, Pandora regards Xiaodouding as a great enemy in her life.
Here is a friendly interjection, according to this standard, Pandora's life rival has broken through the 4 billion mark within the scope of the earth alone.
"The tree of the world, the root of the whole world, the place that manages all laws, such as the law of gravitation is recorded by a leaf on its southeast branch (Dingdang calls that thing integrated drive), your world should have a similar organs, but in most cases, mortals cannot pry into this ultimate mystery."
"Wow—" Bu Dao exclaimed, with an unbelievable expression on her face, but people who have even experienced zombie siege and crossing other worlds are different. Soon, she accepted this fact and turned her attention On... a young girl who was coming out of a tree trunk.
With a beautiful appearance like an angel, and a noble temperament like a god, the green-haired girl who walked towards her was wearing a light veil and green dress, walking lightly from a vine under the World Tree amidst the majestic breath of life , and then rushed over briskly: "Ajun Dingdang is hungry, the leaves of the world tree are not delicious at all, Dingdang wants to eat chocolate cake"
I:"… "
Do you think you are Sandora? As the goddess of life, at least you take good care of the world tree, idiot
"This is God," I embarrassedly removed the octopus-like jingle on my body, and explained to the astonished Budao, "It is not easy for illegal immigrants to settle in this world, and it was approved by this girl." good."
Believe it or not, Saeko Busujima must try hard to accept the fact that this incredibly energetic girl in front of her is the legendary God. The former has experienced too many incredible things in the past few days, and now her spirit has been tempered to the point of numbness. God For God's sake, as long as the mysterious giant tree is real—Bujima hypnotizes himself like this.
"Puff~"
A burst of green light flashed, and God, who was curled up in my arms just now in the form of a girl and rummaged for candies, suddenly turned into a three-inch man. Ding Dong flapped his wings and jumped onto my shoulder, smiling embarrassedly: "Ahaha, it's time for Ding Dong again..."
Hey, Saeko, what kind of expression is that on your face? Don’t use bean buns as food, and don’t use God as a cadre.