The nest that is out of control...
Bud Wendell realized what the other party was referring to after being stunned for a moment.
"It's underground in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain..." He raised his head and looked at Gawain and Viscount Andrew, "It seems that you have found its entrance?"
" The issue of 'entrance' is no longer important. The entire Solinburg area has been occupied by a huge plant that spreads up from the ground. I'm afraid it is the product of some of your out-of-control technology," Gawain said bluntly, "And you The only chance now is to confirm the situation inside and come back alive."
Bud Wendell closed his eyes slightly: he seemed to have no other choice.
"I understand," he lowered his head, "I accept this opportunity."
"Very good," Gawain glanced at Viscount Andrew, and then nodded to Bard , "Then relax now. At least for this moment, you can temporarily break away from your identity as a prisoner. Next, I have something to ask you."
The attendant quickly moved a chair and asked Bard sat down in the center of the room, and Viscount Andrew left the room for official duties. When only Gawain and the former Typhon Wolf General were left here, the atmosphere became dull for a while, until Gawain took the initiative to break the silence: "Actually, I I have always been curious about what happened to the once promising General Wolf to become a cultist of the death of all things - even the extraordinary profession changed from a divine knight to a dark druid."
Bud sat upright in his chair, perhaps because he had something to do again, or perhaps because facing the ruler of the "enemy country", his decadence seemed to have subsided a lot. Hearing Gawain's question, this man who had hidden many secrets was silent at first, but after a few seconds he let out a sigh.
There were some things that he never planned to mention again, but when he saw the news of Gawain's coronation in the newspaper and saw the huge skull that was processed into a throne, he never thought about it again. The things you persisted in became insignificant.
"Your Majesty, have you ever had faith?" he asked, looking into Gawain's eyes.
Gawain smiled slightly: "If you take a certain belief as a belief, I have it, but if you are referring to a specific god, then I don't."
"Then You must not be able to understand what it means for a person's faith to collapse instantly." Bud smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Especially when experiencing life and death..."
"Although I really want to correct it now. You have a narrow understanding of 'faith', but I'm more interested in your 'collapse of faith'." Gawain adjusted his sitting position, leaned back on the chair, and looked at the piety of this god of war with a half-smile. Wolf General, a believer who fell into a dark druid, "Let me guess, what are you facing...the truth about gods? Did you find that the god you believed in was dead, or did you find that he was just a man-eating monster?" ”
Bad’s eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Gawain: “Why do you...”
"Do you think you are the only ones facing the so-called truth and shouldering the so-called mission? The world is so vast, how come all the truth happens to be in the hands of a dark sect."
< p>Bud breathed rapidly, and it took a long time to finally calm down. He closed his eyes with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "Then we are really a joke...""This joke The destructiveness is not small," Gawain shook his head, "Tell me about you, how did you become like this?"
Bard closed his eyes tightly, and the pictures in his memory flashed in his mind. A flash of light——
He remembered that it was a cold winter, and the confrontation area between Winter Wolf Castle and Changfeng Fortress was covered with ice and snow. It was the coldest winter he had ever experienced, with nearly half of it It snows almost every day of the month.
He remembered that day when the knights were patrolling the border in the ice and snow. The sudden wind and snow interfered with their vision, and the soldiers deviated from their route while looking for shelter...
He Remembering that it was near the Paramel Highlands, the soldiers had a brief encounter with the Anzu Knights. The fierce battle in the wind and snow only lasted a short time. After realizing that the situation was unfavorable, he led his men to break out south and try to Detouring back to the Typhon side from the hilly areas at the end of the Dark Mountains...
He remembered the sudden attack. At the end of the Dark Mountains, near the wasteland of Gondor, the exhausted knights Being attacked by monsters that looked like flesh and blood giants, monsters kept coming from the direction of the wasteland. The knights were outnumbered. He killed monsters one after another until the sword shattered and until the last comrade around him fell...< /p>
He also fell. It was a fatal wound that penetrated the heart. It was theoretically impossible to survive. However, he still opened his eyes again. When he reopened his eyes, he was lying in a magic laboratory. There, the body was covered with catheters, half of the body was soaked in the solution, surrounded by men in black robes walking around, and someone loudly announced that the experiment was successful...
"...from that day on , I became one of them," Bard had already opened his eyes and said while recalling. Then in front of Gawain, he opened the clothes on his chest, revealing the price of resurrection, " This is the 'gift' they gave me."
Gawain frowned. He saw that Bud Wendell's chest was covered with a steel plate, and there was an ugly ring on the fleshy skin on the edge of the steel plate. There are several scars, and several suture marks spread towards the direction where the artery extends, which looks quite creepy.
"I had to undergo an inspection when changing clothes in prison. This thing shocked the soldier. I explained that it was the consequence of the magic experiment accident, but he had not seen anything more terrifying. ..."
Bud laughed, and tapped the side of the steel plate a few times with a special technique. With the click of the mechanical lock opening, the steel plate opened in response, revealing more details inside. Amazing structure: a layer of transparent, flexible material wrapped around his chest, storing it inside like some kind of vesicle.Filled with a translucent solution, a heart mixed with flesh, flesh and metal parts is floating in the solution, beating regularly. A series of auxiliary pipes and magic runes can be seen next to the heart, the latter A faint glow illuminated Bud's entire chest.
This set of things should have been running for many years, and it looks like it will continue to run.
"They implanted an artificial heart into you?" Gawain frowned. He was not surprised by the biochemical technology of the Society for the Death of All Things. After all, it is an organization that can create artificial gods. , it is not surprising that he has mastered the technology of manufacturing and transplanting artificial organs. Even in secular and extraordinary organizations outside of the Death Society of All Things, there are similar technologies——
Some old mages and extreme Druids will extend their lifespan through various biochemical modifications or extraordinary rituals, and princes and nobles will not refuse to use implants to improve their declining body functions. After all, the upper level of technology in this world has never been Not low, the only problem is popularity and cost.
What puzzled him was that Bard Wendell became a dark druid just because of this heart.
"Are you here to repay this kindness?" Gawain frowned and looked at Bard, "I'm afraid it's more than that, right?"
"...They implanted more than just into my body. This heart, and the 'knowledge' that poured into the mind along with this heart." Bard shook his head as expected. "An ordinary heart cannot drive the body of a high-level transcendent, so they used a method called To create it, these divine factors... carry the knowledge of the gods.
"From that day on, I stayed in the underground palace of the Death Council of All Things for three full years. , accompanied by darkness and nightmares, I looked directly at those indescribable monsters in the nightmare. I called out to the God of War that I believed in, but I could only let myself sink deeper into the nightmare. I saw their malice, saw their The madness, seeing them calculating the moment of doomsday in the palace of false chaos...
"At the end, I once thought I was dead, died of severe physical and soul rejection, responsible for The priest who was looking after me even dragged me to the laboratory to prepare for my autopsy after my death, but at the last moment, I woke up from the nightmare.
"I lost my faith in the god of war - —Not only from within oneself, but from the inside out, all the talents and powers once blessed by the God of War have disappeared.
"After that, I will become a priest of the death of all things, as you can see."
Bard's memory ended, Gawain frowned, digesting The amount of information in the other person's words.
Vaguely, he guessed the purpose of the experiments carried out by the Doomsday Cultists on Bard.
Those cultists used surgery and spiritual transformation to forcibly destroy Bard's "spiritual seal"! Snatched a "god's favored one" from the domain of the God of War!
This geniusAnd the devil's experiment reminded him of those disobedient people and those persistent "ghosts" mentioned by Veronica.
Judging from the information he currently has, he is almost certain that there are disobedient figures active deep in the Society of Death.
Gawain put his hand on the table and tapped his index finger on the table subconsciously. His eyes swept over the beating artificial heart on Bard's chest, and he suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart——
The person in front of me was probably just an "experiment" in the eyes of the believers in the Death of All Things.
Completely crazy cultists and out-of-control rebels don’t care about a person’s status in the secular world. They probably only chose Bud Wendell because of their importance. The value of the latter is only as experimental material. If Bard's identity as "Wolf General" has any significance in the eyes of those cultists, then I am afraid that it will incidentally promote the deterioration of the relationship between Typhon and Anzu. It even added fuel to the subsequent surge in pressure and conflicts within Ansu.
Thinking about the conspiracy, Gawain suspected that when Bard Wendell and his men were attacked by aberrations near the Dark Mountains, it was all arranged by the cultists - the Society for the Death of All Things and the Destruction of Gondor. There is no doubt that the earth has a secret and complex connection. The only surprising thing is that they have the ability to drive some of the aberrations to leave the magnificent wall so many years ago... Perhaps, what happened to Bud Wendell back then Was that attack the first attempt by the All-Death to breach and penetrate the Great Wall?
This is really a huge, complex, and secretive plan. The span of time and space is surprising. But if this plan was formulated by one or a few "disobedients", then Gawain Not too surprised.
They can plan something for a thousand years and do something for a thousand years.
"Rebels..." Gawain took a breath, his eyes seemed to fall into the distance, "What a group of terrifying ghosts..."
...
Veronica - or Ophelia Norton, was standing in the square of St. Luke's Cathedral at the moment, looking at the nuns gathered in front of her expressionlessly.
After completing the re-establishment of the Cathedral of Holy Light and assisting the White Knights in taking over the Northern Church, she came to the South with the second batch of "migration teams" and came at the invitation of Patriarch Wright The training base of the White Knights was the former headquarters of the Southern Diocese, Luan City.
Her first purpose here is to observe the training process of the White Knight and the new Holy Light equipment. The second purpose is to take a look at the nuns that the Southern Church has just completed, and Promote nuns conforming to the new canon to other dioceses in the empire.
The disobedient of the past, the saintly princess of today slowly moved her gaze. In her sight, the young nuns puffed up their chests one after another, with serious and serious expressions - they were dressed neatly in white. The priest's robes were obviously improved to facilitate movement. They held them tightly in their hands.He is holding a metal staff that is almost as tall as a person. The metal staff has strange mechanical and runic structures on both ends. It is obviously a new type of magical equipment...
In addition to being a must-have for clergymen In addition to the staff, each nun is also equipped with a lightweight magic terminal arm guard and a mechanically wrapped glove on her arm, and a prayer book and a potion bottle are hung on her waist - of course, as the holy symbol of the priest It is also essential, that holy emblem is printed on every nun's combat backpack.
"The combat backpack is lightweight and takes into account beauty and comfort..." Wright said next to Veronica.
"So..." Veronica held the platinum scepter and said slowly, "This is the nuns here in the South who have just completed their training?"
"Official name They are 'Armed Sisters', and the leaders of each combat echelon are called 'War Sisters'." Wright nodded, "They have indeed just completed training, but they are already reliable priests. Each girl is resolute and brave. The Holy Light Warriors should be able to faithfully spread the gospel of the Holy Light and the new order of the empire."
Veronica felt that her emotions had not fluctuated for hundreds of years: "...they. Is the thing in his hand a tool for them to spread the gospel?"
"Yes, the tentative name is 'Gospel Angel'," Wright nodded proudly, with a smile on his face, "No. When firing, it can be used as a staff - a spell that can release holy light for healing. "
When not firing, it can be used as a staff...
Veronica/Ofili. Ya took a breath and closed her eyes slightly.
The Cecil people...what a terrible bunch of guys.