Chapter 1127: Beltira's Tip

All the enigmatic unknown signals vibrate in the invisible field, no one knows how far it has traveled, and no one knows what meaning it carries-it stirs up in the ubiquitous magic field. The faint ripples are so small that even the strongest and most sensitive magic masters can't perceive the traces it leaves in the atmosphere. It gradually became clear in the system of the Sorin hub, and after filtering and strengthening again and again, it turned into a clear and powerful "voice".

Budd and his colleagues had been chasing this sound for a long time, and the scholars who laid the foundation of the Ley Hub had been chasing it even longer before they established this dedicated listening department.

"The signal density seems to be higher than before..." The colleague on the side said to himself - what Bud heard has now been shared with everyone in the room, "These shocks seem to have become very Intensive..."

"This has never happened before..." Bud frowned, "Aren't these signals constant?"

"Who knows?" The colleague shook his head, looking at the holographic projection in the center of the room, "Wait, the picture seems to be transformed."

Almost everyone's attention fell on the large magic net terminal in the monitoring center. On the projected holographic screen, some lines were emerging and quickly connected to form a pattern—this was derived from Ms. Bertila's Decoding technology has now been widely used in the eighteen listening stations in the empire, from the cold North Port to the imperial capital in the south, from the Paramer Observatory to the main hub of Ten Forest City, no matter which listening station received the signal , it will be decoded and processed by this special "dot matrix drawing", and transformed into a plane pattern that seems to have some meaning.

This large-scale monitoring operation has been carried out so far. Although Bud and his colleagues (including colleagues in various parts of the empire) have not gained much, they have successfully captured the signal several times and drew more than ten simple images. "Decoding Graphics".

Without exception, they are all the most basic geometric patterns, and even the content is the same every time. There is no profound mystery in those simple points and lines, and even children can easily draw them on paper— — No one knows why these mysterious signals use such complicated methods to transmit some simple geometric figures, and Bard's colleagues gave them a very apt name: "urchin graffiti".

"Today's 'Naughty Boy Graffiti' seems to be very stable..." The picture in the holographic projection is still going on, and several geometric patterns have been clearly presented, and the colleagues on the side muttered softly, "The signal strength has not been obvious yet. Is it because we have replaced the main antenna crystal plate?"

"Very likely," another listener said casually while paying attention to the parameters of the equipment,

"The raw materials for these antenna crystal plates come from the Ogulei tribal country. The crystal ore and raw crystal dust produced by the peak of the ancestors are much better than the quality of the gray mountain mine."

"The crystal mines from the Ancestral Peak? Hey, no wonder—I remember that the crystal mines from the Ancestral Peak before the trade line was opened up were top-level spell-casting materials, things that ordinary mages couldn't usually buy..."

The colleagues beside him were discussing in low voices about international trade, crystal mines, spellcasters and market changes, but everyone's attention was still focused on the lines that were constantly being refreshed, and Bud was engrossed in watching the holographic projection He has already seen those extremely regular squares, triangles, circles and hexagons. In the past monitoring records, this is already the limit of the amount of information recorded by the working group——

But the transmission of the signal continues, and more patterns continue to be drawn.

When a continuously spreading spiral curve appeared on the screen, the room became very quiet, everyone stopped their meaningless conversation, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the screen.

When a group of dots arranged in a specific grouping manner appeared on the screen, Bud heard someone beside him break the silence in a low voice: "We'd better...report this matter immediately."

...

The ubiquitous woody fragrance wafted into Belsetia's nostrils, and this refreshing aura made the Silver Queen unable to help but relax.

After arranging for Elaine to rest somewhere else, she, Gawain and Bertila stepped into a hall located inside the canopy of the giant tree.

Here, there are elegantly growing branches supporting the dome made of overlapping green leaves. The light-colored wooden columns fit the nearby walls like a slightly curved skeleton. Mycelia or vines hang down from it, bringing bright but not dazzling light, further soothing the spirit of every visitor who steps here.

"This is my living room," Bertila's figure moved forward surrounded by a clump of vines, "General Margarita suggested that I open up a place that can be used to receive guests normally, instead of bringing people Take it to a deep biochemical lab or a biomass factory—although I still insist that the splitter tanks and biomass chambers I designed with my own hands are cute."

Belsetia didn't pay attention to what the other party said in the second half of the sentence, she just looked at the place in surprise, which obviously exceeded her initial expectations - she came to a curved open space at the end of the hall, a little He looked curiously at the layered green leaves in front of him: "The leaves here seem to be different in color from other places?"

"This is my balcony." Bertila said beside her, and as her words fell, the layer upon layer of leaves suddenly swayed and rose upward like a curtain—an arc A wide opening in the shape of a shape appeared in front of Belsetia, and the bright sunlight instantly poured into the hall. In the wide field of vision, a small half of the Solin Plain and the simple and elegant tower of Solin Fort appeared in front of her eyes.

"Sometimes I will invite General Margarita or others to come here to look at the scenery, but more often I will test the photosynthesis efficiency of different leaves here, which is one of the best areas for the canopy to receive light." Bertila continued.

"It's so beautiful..." Belsetia came to the edge of the open terrace and couldn't help taking a deep breath, then she turned her head to look at Bertila, and finally said what she always wanted to say, "You really changed A lot... no, it's almost impossible to describe it as 'change'..."

"All of us have changed a lot, for better or for worse," Bertila quietly looked at the grown-up Silver Queen. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, "In the hallway of the Saints Is there a portrait of me?"

The Silver Queen nodded: "It has been hanging there."

"Take it off," Bertila said softly, "A dark cultist shouldn't continue to occupy that position."

The Silver Queen stared into Bertila's eyes, she was not surprised at all, but she still shook her head: "...I guessed what you would say, but there has never been a precedent for removing the portraits of saints in the corridor of saints— —Perhaps you think that you have lost the qualification to participate in it, but your past achievements have not yet reached the point of being completely denied. For the silver elves, seven hundred years is too short."

"How long is that short time?"

"Let's wait until this giant tree withers," the Silver Queen said calmly. "At that time, we will be able to determine where Saint Bertila's life has gone."

Bertila stared at the Silver Queen for a while before turning her eyes to the distance: "...You elves are really a group of stubborn creatures."

"We are just used to thinking in a larger time span, and if you continue to survive, you will understand our way of thinking sooner or later," Belsetia chuckled suddenly, and then continued Turn around, "Compared to this, since we have talked about the death of all things, we have some questions to confirm with you."

Bertila turned her head, and her eyes lingered on Gawain and Belsetia for a moment: "Is it about the group of believers in the wasteland?"

Gao Wen was a little surprised: "How did you guess that?"

Bertila spread her hands: "It's related to the death of all things, and it can still show you such a headache. I can't think of any other topics."

"It does have something to do with them," Gawain nodded immediately, and then told the other party in detail the information he had obtained from Veronica, "Recently we confirmed one thing, those believers are not only still active in the wasteland , and they seem to be playing with the remaining energy in the Deep Blue Well, and even..."

Listening to Gawain's narration, although Bertila's expression didn't change much, the breath exuding from her body gradually became dignified. She waved her hands behind her, and the layers of leaves on the balcony closed again, blocking the In the bright sunlight outside, a crack suddenly opened in the floor not far away, and a magical device with a strange shape rose from it.

It looks like a magic net terminal, but its base is wrapped with many vines, and some extremely thin fibrous substances extend from the gap between the projection crystal and the rune frame. These special structures make the whole magic net terminal It looks weird as if it was parasitized by living things—but this is not the result of "parasitism", but the improvement made by Beltira himself to the distributed magic net terminal, which helps her directly control the terminal. The magic device can even connect her mind directly with the machine.

The next second, the terminal was activated, and the holographic projection clearly showed the picture outlined in Bertila's mind.

A tall creature that looks like a dry and twisted old tree appears on the screen. If you look carefully, there are distorted and weird human faces on the surface of the "old tree", and there are tumor-like and vascular growths. Things were covered between "his" branches and withered yellow leaves, and the roots of the ancient tree were wriggling on the ground, somewhat similar to the structure of Bertila's lower body, but even more distorted and disturbing.

The moment he saw these things, Gao Wen frowned subconsciously: "This is..."

"These are the Doomsday Cultists operating within the Great Wall, theoretically... our former compatriots."

"Incredibly mutated limbs..." Belsetia couldn't help exclaiming, "This seems to be completely out of the scope of human beings! They...how did they survive?"

"It is precisely because of this posture that they can survive in the harsh environment of the Gondor wasteland," Bertila said lightly, "This posture is to adapt to the terrible environment in the wasteland. Due to the body mutation caused by the radiation of mana energy, those mutated dark believers took the initiative to carry out adaptive mutation, a process they called 'upgrade evolution', and finally stabilized like this."

"You just mentioned 'theoretically former compatriots'," Gawain noticed the words Bertila used just now, "It seems that the sect of the end of all things is not so united—and these are located in the wasteland of Gondor. believers and you 'outside believers' have big differences?"

"Until the eve of the completion of the False God's Body, we believers who lived outside the wall still believed that the sect was united, but now that I think about it, this is just our wishful thinking," Berti pulled the corner of his mouth, as if thinking Showing a mocking smile, "Brother Gawain, I remember I once told you something about the believers of death in the wall - for hundreds of years, they have been living in the wasteland of Gondor. We have been working with them for such a long time, and have maintained With 'perfect tacit understanding', this directly leads us to ignore some things.

"If there is such a group of 'people' who no longer have the physical structure of human beings, do not have the social organization of human beings, live in an environment that human beings cannot survive and understand, and deal with the relationship with the surrounding environment in a non-human way, it will be This went on for a full seven centuries - how likely are they to maintain their 'human' essence?

"In this case, how likely are they to still identify with their own human identity and see us 'people' who have always lived in the safe zone outside the wall as their fellow confidantes?"

As Bertila said, he looked down at his limbs that were no longer human, and shook his head lightly: "After becoming like this, I have confirmed this point even more: even I need to use the device to create auxiliary thinking organs. If there is a way to maintain their personality cognition, then those believers who live in the wasteland of Gondor all the year round... I am afraid that they have ceased to be 'human beings' long, long ago."

"So it's almost as I expected, you actually don't know what those 'citizens' living in the wasteland are planning." Gawain shook his head, "You think that the sect is carrying out a great salvation plan, But in fact, for the group of believers in the wasteland, your plan doesn't have much to do with them..."

"But if it really has nothing to do with it, why did they cooperate with us in acting for seven hundred years?" Bertila looked at Gawain, with a stiff smile on his puppet-like delicate but lifeless face, " They live in the wasteland and have successfully adapted to the environment there. This is an invincible state of security. People outside cannot threaten them, so why do they obediently cooperate with the orders from the Dark Master? Pretending to be loyal to the sect forever, pretending to be still dedicating energy to a great cause? Are you worried about being exposed? Obviously not, they should not care about us."