When the morning sun rises, a story that lasted for 1,523 years ends. At the end of the story, the gods did not come to the real world, and fragile and insignificant humans once again survived the disaster - many times. People’s stories continue downward.
Semler held his battle staff tightly and stood in the center of the hall for a long time, surrounded by countless priests and knights holding their breath and looking exhausted. The intelligence from the surface had been sent here just now. In front of an archbishop, the strange phenomenon that seemed to confuse the reality of a dream made him still afraid to confirm the final result. He and everyone still waited quietly with nervousness and apprehension.
In this brief moment when the morning light spread across the entire Orandale area, the priests seemed to have been waiting for a century.
Then, dots of starlight finally appeared in everyone's field of vision, floating in the sky above the hall.
Semler heard an old and tired voice coming into his mind: "It's over... compatriots, we are safe."
This is Megol The voice of the third generation.
After a brief silence, belated cheers suddenly resounded throughout the entire hall!
"Successful!! We stopped a god!" "The Extraterrestrial Wanderers and Archbishop Selina succeeded!" "We survived, we survived!!"
Amidst the cheers from all around, Wendy, who was tending to the wounded, slowly straightened up. The pollution deep in her spirit was fading away. She felt that her soul had finally truly regained its freedom. She raised her head, I saw Yuri not far away and he was also looking at me.
"We succeeded..." Wendy slowly raised the corners of her mouth and said with a heartfelt smile.
Yuri showed a complicated smile. He took a breath and muttered in a low voice as if telling himself: "...We didn't destroy the world after all."
A stream of light suddenly appeared in the center of the hall. As the stream of light converged, a lantern focused on everyone's sight, followed by a female figure holding a lantern.
"Archbishop Selina," Semler immediately faced the figure, "you saved the entire church again..."
The halo around Selina gradually dissipated. Go, of course, she is just a projection reflected in the consciousness of the people around her. Facing Archbishop Semler, the Saint with the Lamp shook her head gently: "This time, it is not me who saves the church."
"Ah, the Outer Territory Wanderer..." Samler immediately reacted, "Where is he now?"
"The Outer Territory Wanderer has gone back temporarily. After all, he is only with us. A projection has descended into the spiritual network, and he will contact us again soon," Selina said softly, her eyes slowly sweeping across the entire hall, the cheering priests, the tired but excited knights, the survivors of the disaster. The attendants came into her eyes one after another, and finally, she lowered her eyelids, "Thanks to your efforts in the real world,Only then can we achieve final success. "
Samler looked at Selina strangely. He found that the archbishop's expression was complicated and his mood did not seem to be as relaxed and uplifting as others. This made him deeply confused: "Selina Archbishop, you seem... to have something on your mind? "
Selena thought of the figure chasing the stars in the night and the most difficult question she had ever answered in her life. She was silent for a long time before finally shaking her head: "I'm fine. Just suddenly confused. "
"Confused? ”
“Archbishop Semler, what do you think is the greatest instinct of a civilization? ”
“Instinct? "Samler fell into thinking when faced with this somewhat strange question. After a moment, he said with some uncertainty, "Is it the continuation of itself? ”
“What about beyond the continuation of itself? "Selena asked again, "Besides surviving..."
"I...don't know," Samler shook his head, "In my opinion, we are in this world. It's hard enough just to keep going. "
"That's right," Selina paused for a second, then suddenly smiled and shook her head in relief, "And this itself is not your area of expertise. ”
Semler inferred from Selina’s reaction that this “saint” must have experienced something in the confrontation with the upper-level narrator before she suddenly showed such sentimentality. However, this was obviously not the time to ask about these details. In the exciting and festive atmosphere surrounding him, he had taken the lead to calm down and asked: "Archbishop Selina, now that the threat of 'divine descent' has subsided, continue. Now, should we consider the future of the church? "
"Of course," Selina nodded and said, also restraining her emotions, "Although the situation is exciting, I'm afraid there isn't much time left for us to celebrate.
“I just saw the news coming from the surface. The influence of the upper-level narrator has spread to the real world. There are too many witnesses to the movement of Orlandale’s Throat. I’m afraid there is a lot of news in this regard. Soon word will reach Rosetta’s ears that this headquarters is no longer safe.
“According to the plan drawn up by His Majesty the Pope, we must immediately start the transfer of the headquarters and all members will leave. , abandon this palace, take away all the research materials and supplies that can be brought, destroy what cannot be taken away on the spot, blow up the central pillar, elemental shell and upper dome, leaving no clues behind.
“The various strongholds set up within the empire must also be moved. Under the chaos, informers and traitors will soon appear. If necessary, we must be prepared to abandon all strongholds.< /p>
“All compatriots have gone into hibernation, no longer conducting any church activities, waiting for unified instructions, and moving to Cecil in batches according to the previous plan - this aspect of the work can be left to Yuri. "
Selena said one by one, Samler listened with a serious expression, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Things have finally come to this point... we can onlyIt’s a pity that after seven hundred years of operation, it has returned to its starting point overnight. "
"It's better than total annihilation," Selina shook her head. "And we still have at least seven hundred years of accumulated knowledge and a new force willing to accept us. It's not complete. Back to square one. ”
“What about the spiritual network? "Samler asked again.
"... After losing the support of the facilities here, the operation of the psychic network will be greatly affected, but fortunately its foundation is built on our brains. As long as there is As long as enough priests survive, it can maintain a lower level of operation." Selina had obviously thought about this issue and immediately replied, "After the transfer begins, the psychic network will maintain its basic mode and the Dream City will no longer be opened. Until we established our new headquarters in Cecil. His Majesty the Pope has suffered a lot in the process of maintaining the sandbox. He will spend most of his time recuperating and recovering. The network affairs will be handled by Archbishop Daniel and I - mainly me. Archbishop Daniel is now in Alder Nan, considering security issues, he will only provide technical support. "
"Yes, I understand," Samler nodded and said, "In this way, as long as the spiritual network is still there, overall coordination will be much easier. ”
Then, Selina looked to the other side of the hall, to the computing node hall where the brain servants were, and her eyes fell on the observation windows and the open gate.
Semler noticed her gaze and said with a hint of emotion before she could speak: "Archbishop Magnum... don't worry, we will take him with us. "
Selena shook her head and said softly: "No, take everyone with you. "
"All..." Samler was in a daze for a moment, then frowned, "You mean all the brain servants? I'm afraid... no, this will definitely consume more manpower and material resources, and will affect the transfer progress to a certain extent..."
"I know, but I have calculated everything needed, and our time is really Limited, but as long as we try our best, we still have enough margin to transfer all brain servants to backup safe strongholds." Selina looked into Sammler's eyes, this was perhaps the most irrational moment she had seen in hundreds of years. , but she will not let her overflowing sensibility affect the overall situation. The arrangements she makes at this moment are the result of careful consideration, "Transfer in batches to South Orlandale County, Juniper County, Enchhawk County and Talenkins area. . Cecil Railway Investment Company will help us arrange trains or hidden carriages. The relevant lines will be opened in the near future, and everything will be arranged. "
"...But I'm afraid it can only transfer part of it," Samler frowned. "The key is that not only are there brain servants here, but also in more remote strongholds, where the Cecil people invest Outside of the controlled railway line, there are several nodes used to maintain other sandboxes - moving immobile minions is much more difficult than moving normal people. "
"Transfer as much as you can," Selina said. "What cannot be transferred, try toChoose a place to maintain. ”
“Choose a location to maintain? Does this mean anything? Samler frowned again, "The Mind Network itself does not require brain servants. They are only used to maintain the sandbox system. Now that Project Zero has been terminated and will not be enabled again in the future, these brain servants... ”
He looked at Selena in confusion, but only saw a pair of deep, calm eyes, unable to analyze his specific thoughts and emotions.
Selena closed her eyes , as if thinking.
This is some kind of repayment, an atonement for this wrong path; this is some kind of self-liberation, and the first step to return the Eternal Sleeper Sect to the right path; this is also Meaningful remedy, Cecil obtained the biochemical technology of the Death Society of All Things, where not all brain servants have no possibility of cure...
But at the moment, she has a more important thing , and a more convincing reason for everyone.
“This is the ticket,” she opened her eyes and looked at Archbishop Semler, “to allow Cecil to be accepted by the wanderers from outside the territory. Our ticket - Cecil has its own order and principles. If we want to return to the sun, we must actively embrace these principles from now on. Archbishop Sammler, let it be known to all - for every brainserver left alive, some of us will have to serve in the mines and factories for a shorter period of time. ”
Then she added: “In addition, I would also like to remind everyone not to take chances or think that you can avoid the incorporation and transformation of wanderers from outside the territory. Don’t forget that this time He only projected his consciousness on In the sandbox, the 'upper-level narrator' who had become a god was devoured, and long before that, he had penetrated and controlled the entire spiritual network. "
Semler gradually felt a sense of awe in his heart. He looked extremely serious and nodded slowly: "I understand. "
Selina breathed a sigh of relief, and then a slightly strange expression suddenly appeared on her face: "Now... let's discuss the issue of Archbishop Magnan. ”
Hearing this name, not only Semler, but also Wendy and Yuri, who had just arrived nearby, invariably lowered their eyes, with complicated expressions on their faces.
< p>"Archbishop Magnum made a noble sacrifice this time," Wendy said in a deep voice, "Perhaps, we should recognize him as a saint...""No, I'm not talking about this. ," Selena raised her right hand and held up the dream lantern, "I mean-"
The dream lantern bloomed with layers of gentle light, and suddenly, from that light came A voice with a loud voice that everyone is familiar with said: "Hello, hello? Hello! Did anyone hear it? Did anyone hear this? What the hell is going on in this place, does anyone hear me?
"Hey! I'm trapped! This place doesn't look like Sandbox No. 1! Who can tell me what's going on outside? Is there anyone? Is there anyone!"
Selena raised her hand and brushed it over the lantern, releasing the soul contained in the lamp, and the scattered brilliance suddenly appeared all over the place.The person shrank into a figure in front of him. Magnum, a short red-haired man, stood in the hall, his whole body translucent, looking around with wide eyes.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"I collected his fragments at the 'border', just like the Pope collected my fragments back then," Selina's voice broke the silence and embarrassment for a while, "but it seems This caused him some trouble."
Magnan heard Selina's voice next to him, looked at the familiar hall in front of him in confusion, and scratched his hair subconsciously: "What's going on... I clearly remember that I have..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Yuri Chalvin standing in front of him.
Embarrassment quickly emerged from his confused expression. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly raised it, and hesitantly said hello: "Ah, Archbishop Yuri, it seems...we succeeded?"
Yuri stared at the Magnum in front of him and was silent for several seconds, then he raised his right hand little by little -
Slowly and firmly extended his middle finger.