In the Lunenburg base, Gao Wen saw the group of soldiers of the kingdom rescued by Solderin.

Leading these soldiers is a medium-sized, short-haired brown, high-nosed northerner. He has replaced his original broken armor and replaced the comfortable clothes provided by the base. Although there is still a trace of exhaustion on his face, but the spirit The status has obviously improved a lot.

When Gao Wen walked into the slightly rude barracks, the knight, who survived the crash, immediately stood up. He took a few soldiers with a slightly stunned face and a little nervous and bent to bow: " Adult, I am Barna Mitchell from the kingdom, and my soldiers and I are very grateful for your generous shelter..."

"Please sit down, Mr. Mitchell, I have some questions to ask you," Gao Wen said, the knight in front of him sat down, and he sat casually in the chair next to him. "First introduce yourself - you should be able to guess I am Gao Wen? Cecil."

This is the legendary knight, who only appeared in the books of legends and historians a few years ago, but now returns from the kingdom of the dead and regains the ruler of the South.

The Wangdu aristocracy has a variety of descriptions and speculations about this southern ruler. Most people choose to stay away from it. A small number of people regard it as a threat. Very few people carry the maliciousness of conspiracy theorists, and almost everyone agrees that This legendary pioneer is incompatible with this era - he is proud of the arrogance of the sultry, the rough of the pioneers, the barbarism of the first generation of nobles, and the incomprehensibility of the resurrected, this is the Barna? Cher’s impression of Gavin Cecil in his social circle.

Mitchell briefly looked at the legendary duke in front of him with the most rude gaze. When he was about to pass the rules, he moved his eyes down and made a wait for instructions.

The pioneering heroes in front of him did not wear the exotic costumes that did not conform to the times, nor did they reveal a disturbing atmosphere. As recorded in the most orthodox history books, he was tall, majestic, and wearing armor, as if he was always on the battlefield, his eyes were sharp. But not cold.

“Is it a habit here?”

Some of the first questions were unexpected to Mitchell. He briefly stunned and replied: "Yes, thank you for the comfortable environment..."

There are clean hot water, clean rooms, clothes, food and precious medicines, and most importantly, safety - those who have just escaped from the dead can't really be dissatisfied with such an environment.

“Very good,” Gao Wen nodded slightly. “I want to know the specific situation of ‘cluster infection’ and the final breakout route of the northern legions...”

......

On the outskirts of Pompeii, a temporary camp.

The barbed wire and the series of guns are interlaced, and the armed soldiers are guarding the surroundings around the post. The inside and outside of the camp, or the magical monitoring and warning devices of the light or dark, are running. Although the camp itself is not large, the amazing level of protection allows It is like a fortress that is armed to the teeth.

There is only one reason for such strict protection: here is to study the places where the gods are polluted.

Deep in the camp, in a spacious and bright laboratory, Carmel was suspended more than a dozen centimeters from the ground. On the platform in front of him, a cage consisting of a shield generator and a solid steel fence was stabilized. The ground is inlaid on the base made of reinforced concrete, and the cage is the core of the laboratory's mission -

A cluster of giants that have completely mutated and lost human cognition.

The huge human creature of up to three meters stands quietly behind the solid barrier of energy shields and physical fences. It is not as violent as the "monsters" that most people know. In fact, the opposite is true: its eyes are calm. And reason, even with a kind of transcendentality, it is fixed on the big magician outside the barrier, without saying a word.

"I heard Pitman say, you refuse to talk to the 'cowardly old mankind'," Carmel drifted closer, he said, "so I am coming - I am curious, in your knowledge. The form like me is not an old age."

The cluster giant did not respond.

"It seems that you still refuse to talk - do you think someone will save you? It's far from the front line, you are far from your deformed compatriots..." Carmel continued, "I know you are sensible, You can still think, just being replaced by a new world view. In your cognition, perhaps cluster infection is a normal life form, and uninfected humans are actually some kind of disease... but I am curious After experiencing such a transformation, do you still remember the thoughts of being human, and remember the emotions when you were humans..."

After another round of silence, the giant finally spoke up, with a low tremor in his voice: "When the new era arrives, you will realize the flaw of pure flesh and blood. The extinction will come naturally, and we are Helping you... you."

The Giant is obviously hesitant when it comes to the last word, because it is not sure whether it should be included in the "you" category.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that Kamal has no human organs for mutation...

Carmel didn't care about the sensational parts of the other's words. He just looked at the mutants in front of him with two sparkling arcane rays. His voice was low: "Your new era is the magic tide."

The cluster of giants is silent.

"As far as I know, individuals with special powers and complete saga like you belong to the commander in the 'Crystal Giant', and the druid dark spells that remain in you indicate that you should have been the priest of the Church of All Things - - or a martyr."

"..."

"Which class did you belong to in the event of death? Is it a low-level wilted priest? Or a pastor?"

"..."

"Where did you get the information of the magic tide?" "Why are you sure you can get through this magical wave when you become this form?" "Have you heard the word "God"? Do you know what it means? "This kind of transformation technology, where did you come from?"

Carmel’s problems were one by one, but the cluster giants never said a word. In the end, after a more unbearable silence, Carmel suddenly said: “You know, this road was just the empire. I also walked through - I am a member of this plan. I witnessed its failure, and you have become a form of evolution, just the failure plan we eliminated at the earliest..."

He thought that this would touch the prisoners in front of him, but the cluster giants just looked at it calmly, and said after a while:

"I have heard that the South has excavated the fortress of the Gangdiao period...

"I am not surprised by your existence.

"But you made a mistake. The ancient magician, your failure, is not because of technical factors, not because of this route.

"Your failure is because you are not completely rebellious..."

After saying this, the cluster giant retreated two times. It returned to the middle of the cage and sat down in place, no longer accepting any conversation.

Kamal struggled without results and eventually left the lab reluctantly.

Outside the lab, Pitman, a gray robe, and several researchers have been waiting for a long time.

"It told me a few words, but the useful information was barely revealed," Carmel sighed and said to Pitman. "As you have judged before, this "command level" cluster of giants mostly It was transformed from the loyal devotees of the dying of the eternal life, and in this way they maintained control over the clusters of the corps, and the mouth of the mad believer could hardly open."

"As the Crystal Clusters expand, they will sooner or later select new commanders from the supernaturals who accept the transformation. The commander's mouth should be able to open, we don't have to worry," Pitman said, and then seemed to notice the card. Meyer’s mood is a bit different. “What does it say to you? You don’t look too good...”

Carmel was surprised: "Can you see my face?"

"The look can't be seen, the color is quite obvious, it's green now..."

"...nothing big, just a word that the guy said last time made me care a little," Kamal shook his head. "All things will end up being a part of the legacy of the 'rebel' plan. They are continuing this. The gods were created during the planning process, but the cluster giants said they were doing more 'rebellious'... I don't understand what this means."

"Can you be more 'rebellious'?" Pittman picked an eyebrow. Although he was once a member of the event, he obviously didn't understand the gods' plan for the death of all things. "You used to be natural." The graves of God are all planed, the meat is cut, and the blood of the gods is refining the medicine for the people of the country. Can there be more disobedience under the sun? They just created a false god, I don't think you are disobedient..."

"So I can't understand," Kamal said, then shook his head. "What about your side? How is your experiment?"

"After isolating the cluster of infected people from the ordinary people and the 'director', all the experimental bodies showed obvious signs of debilitation and activity stagnation, and the only remaining thinking ability disappeared rapidly, it seems that the lower level cluster infection The spiritual activity of the person must be maintained by the 'commander'..." Pittman spread his hand and sighed. "In short, it is not saved. The variation from the body to the spirit can no longer be reversed. Those who have not yet mutated may only be able to save the infected individual. The infected people who have been sent recently have been in a stable state. The routine treatment of plague and curse is useful to them. I am looking for the most effective purification. Programs, as well as finding the key incentives that cause them to mutate from 'carriers' to 'variants'."

......

In the city of Cecil, a spring rain washed away the towering roofs and criss-crossing streets. In the fading skylight, the city is still bustling.

A graceful snake tail climbed the tallest magic net broadcast tower in the city, entwined with the antenna at the top of the radio tower. Tyre’s body clung to the magical body built by the steel. She leaned out and looked away from the distant city. , sweeping the factory floor that is already lit up and running around the clock.

The war is spreading in the far north, and although the land of the Principality of Cecil is still safe, the effects of the war will still permeate all aspects of people's lives. People began to discuss the war in pubs and cafes. Newspapers and commentary articles appeared in the newspapers frequently, and factories have entered the so-called "wartime state" and are operating at an unprecedented efficiency.

Countless war machines lined up to leave the workshop, gears and bearings were not cooled, and they rushed to the front line; the mechanics, physicians and non-commissioned officers who had just graduated from various colleges were full of vigor and vitality, moving towards their respective positions and lives; Not facing the war directly, the commercial operation within the Principality has not been affected at all, but has become more prosperous than ever. This city, which is driven by the power of the magical industry, is so vibrant and so fascinating that even the lazy Tyre can't help but evoke thoughts and evoke some reverie about the hometown of the Kraken.

Tyre doesn't know what the hometown of the Kraken looks like. She was born in the new generation after the Anta Wein was forced to land in this world. After the "Great Crash", the Kraken Empire has declined, and it is no longer brilliant. However, on the teaching machine, on the broken data stored in the memory chip, when the ancient Kraken tells about their distant and vague memories, Tyre heard the description of his hometown more than once.

It is a vibrant world, the ocean covers the entire planet, deep in the deep and gentle waters, the world of the Kraken is prosperous, the machine keeps running around the clock, the artificially controlled city shines on the seabed, the submarine train Between the trench and the ridge, the aircraft jumped out of the water from the deep sea, satellite clusters and orbital facilities surround the planet, overlooking the beautiful water world...

The Krakens may not really go back.

But Tyre’s eyes swept through Cecil, the land-based creatures who had their hometowns and they were building this place with enthusiasm.

Perhaps one day, they will build this place as beautiful as the "beautiful water world."

The lost sea monster gently took a breath, opened his mouth and sang in a low voice.

Invisible power infiltrated in this ethereal song, swaying the magic around, swaying the antenna of the radio tower, swaying the magic net of Cecil - and then through the Cecil - Black Forest - between the magnificent walls Numerous relay towers, shaking the tower of the sentinel, swayed the magnificent wall.

The singing voice rides through the space, crossing the endless storms and the ocean.

In the east of the endless sea, the city of Antalian, the city of the Kraken, which has been bathed in the stars, the night-time listener was surprised to see the strange frequency of the sudden jump out of the communicator.

A moment later, a deep-sea maid swayed the fishtail and swam into the sleeping hall of Queen Petia.

"Your Majesty! The missing Chaoshan master found it. When she returned, she swam back and is now on the western continent!

"She found a human ally there!

“She asked if you want to eat small cookies?”

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