Chapter 1347

The middle-aged man curled up on the ground blinked vigorously, as if his memory, thinking, soul and body had been divided into different levels by some force, so that he could not think and understand the situation in front of him like a complete human being. What happened, this state lasted for several seconds, and some messy and fragmented thought fragments were reorganized in his consciousness. He finally remembered who he was and who the woman in front of him was.

"Bertera..." He hesitated to speak, his voice was hoarse and inhuman, chaotic thoughts rushed into his mind, and as the memory recovered bit by bit, his expression finally became more frightened, "I...I ...you did it all..."

He stopped suddenly, as if he had just realized the abnormality in his "body". He looked down at his human body, with a look of astonishment and panic on his face, and then he almost used his hands and feet to prop himself up, while Try standing up and muttering to yourself, "This is not real...this is an illusion, what have you done to me? Don't make such a joke..."

"This is the last peace of your soul, my 'citizen'." Bertila just looked at the person in front of him quietly from the beginning to the end, and his tone was extremely calm at this moment, "You can't go back, your body ——If that is also your body——it collapsed and alienated due to the posture of facing the gods, and now it is gradually being disassembled, and your consciousness was brought here by me. This is the depth of the neural network, and I used my own The space constructed by the nodes of thought. Bertram, if you still have a little bit of reason and humanity left, then recall it as soon as possible. Remember everything you have done, we don’t have much time to waste. "

Bertram—or Bertram condensed from memories suddenly stopped. He stopped struggling to stand, but looked at the front with a stunned expression, his out-of-focus eyes seemed to be watching Some endless and distant past time, and then he collapsed little by little, kneeling among the endless flower fields, holding his head tightly with his hands, and let out a howl that humans could hardly make.

Bertila stared at him until Bertram became quiet for a short while before she spoke slowly: "I'm sorry, I can only use this method to forcibly recall the original 'you', but now it seems that an early 'you' You're not able to bear the dark memories of the centuries that followed, which put a tremendous strain on your conscience."

"We wandered in the dark and hopeless wasteland for hundreds of years... We calculated, we deduced, we took root in the rotting soil, coexisted with forces beyond the comprehension of mortals, and tried to calculate the path over and over again... We We have come to a conclusion, we have come to a conclusion..." Bertram whispered as if whispering, "That is a dead end, we calculated it three hundred years ago, it is a dead end...it won't work... ..."

"Yes, it doesn't work, we know that now - but luckily, we're not the only ones trying to survive in this world, the Cecilians found another way, and you're stuck in the dark , your thinking is also trapped there, you can't see the existence of other roads," Bertila lowered his eyes, "Bertram, even today, I still thank you for what you did when you rushed into the wasteland. Sacrifice, I believe that at least at the beginning, your vows were sincere—it’s just that the darkness and despair are far beyond what ordinary people can resist, and it’s all of us who miscalculated the malice of this world.”

"It's too late, it's too late to say this now..." Bertlam finally raised his head, and a distorted face appeared in front of Bertila, "I don't know how long I can maintain this state ——Great anger and hatred are gradually covering my consciousness, I even want to... kill you, ask quickly, Holy Maiden, I almost can't recognize your face anymore."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Beltira stopped wasting time, "What do you want to do with those rune stones in the dark blue webway?"

"Dark Blue Webway... Rune Stone... I remembered,

The muscles on Bertram's face trembled, and as he recalled more and more the secrets belonging to the dark sect, the boundless malice and anger became more and more filling. While resisting this force, he spoke quickly , "This is Grand Master Borken's plan, we...we need to domesticate the planet under our feet, and the magic circulation system that runs through the entire planet and can interfere with the material and non-material worlds at the same time is the natural 'reinforce', we Hold the reins in your hands..."

He suddenly coughed violently and gasped violently for a few seconds before continuing: "All our suffering and all the malice in this world come from two sources. 'Magic Power Shock', the former...the former brings a divine disaster that destroys all things, the latter...the latter will temporarily change the boundaries of all things, the magic tide...yes, we call it the magic tide..."

"Magic shocks that sweep across all the stars from time to time?" Bertila suddenly noticed this special word, "What does this mean? This is your understanding of the magic tide? How did you study it so far?"

"I don't know... this knowledge is not our achievement, it is what the elf sisters said. They said that there is a most primitive magic shock in the universe. This shock is like layers of nets, wandering back and forth between the stars , it is the original form of all things in the world, and it is also the "baseline wave band" of magic power. When this force passes over the stars, all the "virtual stars" will burn and shine brightly, and all the "physical stars" will be Immersed in a powerful force field... the minds of all intelligent creatures will be affected by it, cognition is deviated from all things, the boundary between entity and non-entity is blurred, they also mentioned... also mentioned..."

Bertram's eyes suddenly became a little slack, as if another consciousness was about to dominate his thinking, but in the next second, Bertila pressed his shoulders, and while forcing him to wake up, he hurriedly asked: "What else did they say?" What's up?"

"The magnification and dislocation of the observer effect...the projection in the deep sea and the 'primary image' in the physical universe lose their boundaries...I only know this, and most people only know this, maybe the Grand Priest Borken knows what is behind this More explanation, but I'm not sure..."

"...It seems that this is the sailor's understanding of the 'Magic Tide'," Bertila said in a deep voice, and then she observed Bertram's state, and then asked, "Then this is related to your throwing rune stones." What does it matter? What about the 'domestication' of the planet you just mentioned?"

"Block that magical shock... We want to create an eternal and safe world... Seven hundred years ago, the big explosion in the Deep Blue Well was not a real wave of magic, on the contrary, a powerful planet-level magic spewed out , withstood the 'concussion aftermath' that swept over the planet at that time - we tried to reproduce this process and control this process," Bertram said in a low and hoarse voice, his language was sometimes intermittent, and his mind was sometimes broken. Falling into a trance, but on the whole, Bertila could understand what he said, "We need to use rune stones to control the dark blue webway of the entire planet, and then actively trigger its big eruption. If the control is precise, the planet itself will not disintegrated, and we would have a barrier over the planet...

"This barrier will last forever. It will isolate our planet from this malicious universe, and there will never be any danger of demon tides. It will also block the connection between the mortal world and the gods, and become a barrier between the world and the deep sea. High walls, the gods will never find us... Like a baby returning to the safety of its swaddling, forever and ever..."

Bertila opened her eyes slightly and stared at Bertram in front of her. She didn't speak for a few seconds, and then she suddenly said: "Do you really think that you can get eternal safety in exchange for this?"

"That's what the Grand Master said, and that's what the elf sisters said," Bertram said in a low voice, "as long as our planet is wrapped carefully, it is permanently isolated from the outside universe, and only accepts the limited energy of the sun. By gift, we can build a permanent home of comfort, at least... long enough to last until the sun goes out above us, which will take many, many years."

Bertila didn't know how to evaluate this crazy plan. She just suddenly thought of another crucial point: "Wait, you said that you are going to guide the 'big explosion' of the Deep Blue Webway. How many people will die during this process?"

"Like the Gondor Empire seven hundred years ago," Bertram said in a deep voice, "this process is essentially recreating the birth of the Gondor wasteland—therefore, the entire mortal civilization will be destroyed, and all mortal kingdoms will be destroyed." Extinction, more than 90% of the creatures in the world will become extinct in this process, but some will survive, just like us in the wasteland of Gondor, they will gradually evolve into our appearance in the environment soaked in dark blue magic …Ultimately, adapting to this new world.”

Bertram paused, and slowly said in a low voice: "Our appearance is the future of all things."

"You are really crazy..." Bertila widened his eyes, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Turning the entire planet into an environment like the wasteland of Gondor, destroying all civilized countries, leaving only zero and zero The stars are mutated freaks like you wandering wastelands all over the planet... What's the point of this 'safe home'? What's the point of this long-term 'protection'?"

"But at least, the creatures on this planet will no longer have to face demonic waves and divine disasters," Bertram shook his head, "and after a long time, maybe a further 'evolution' will come, The wandering mutated creatures may establish a new civilization, and more life forms may grow in the wasteland environment. What seems harsh and hopeless to you may be a fertile garden for another group of creatures... Beltira , do you know? After lingering in the wasteland of Gondor for seven hundred years, I actually feel that the dark and corrupt land is still full of vitality... Time can change everything."

"But this should not be the fate of civilized nations, and you are not qualified to cut off the future for them," Bertila looked into Bertram's eyes, "If we are going to face a doomsday, then we are willing to die Combat, willing to fight to the last man on the battlefield, willing to face the end in resistance - not for you to create a natural disaster, to cut off the future of everyone in the name of resisting the enemy, and in the end you have to listen Said it was protecting the future world."

"...You're right, but it's a pity that we, who have been sunk in the wasteland for many years, can no longer think like you," Bertram twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a distorted, almost ugly smile, " This includes me - when the only reason and conscience I have left at this moment dissipate, I will only find your remarks naive and sanctimonious."

"Perhaps, this is the sorrow of all of us," Bertera sighed softly, "Let's go on, Bertram... Now that I know your real purpose, I want to know about those Regarding the rune stone thing, what is your next release plan? How many rune stones do you have to release? If you complete all the release plans... how will you activate them?"

"Our release progress... is already halfway through. I don't know the specifics of the whole plan, but I think we need at least... another third of the rune stones to be able to achieve the 'domestication of this planet. '," Bertram's tone was a little hesitant, as if he was fighting for some kind of "dominance" with himself, but in the end his words became smoother, "The dark blue webway is very complicated, and it's not like throwing a large number of rune stones into it in one go. There is enough 'quantity' in the network lane, and suitable nodes are limited...

"Originally, we have found almost enough nodes in the wasteland. Without disturbing the central node, the Deep Blue Well, we can send more than 90% of the rune stones into the predetermined pulse flow, but then the plan changed, and a certain The rune stones invested in some nodes were intercepted by the Kraken... In the end we had to look beyond the barrier...

"The most important node is located in the peak of the ancestors. In the depths of that high mountain, there is actually a natural source of magic power that is no less than the deep blue well, but the locals know nothing about it. The magical environment is regarded as a gift from the ancestors...

"The other planned nodes are located deep in the mountains in the northern part of the mainland. The two swamps on the border of the Holy Dragon Principality each have a delivery point, the eastern extension of the Dark Mountains has three locations, the border of Typhon has a shadow swamp, and the blue rock hills in the south of the mainland. There are two, three in the northwest of the High Ridge Kingdom...

"The number of rune stones that need to be dropped at each drop point varies, at least one, and as many as four or five. Rune stones have the function of autonomous navigation and positioning in the dark blue vein, and they will start to move after entering the network lane..."

Bertram's tone gradually became low, but he continued to tell everything he knew. During the long narration process, Bertila kept listening seriously, not missing a single word.

After a while, Bertram's voice finally completely quieted down.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, with his head lowered and slumped in front of Bertila, his body motionless. The memory with conscience seemed to have completely left this "body", leaving only an empty shell in place.

But soon, a new consciousness grew in the corner of this body. This body began to shake, accompanied by hoarse and rough breathing. Filled with hatred, the muscles on his face twitched and trembled, and a hoarse and distorted voice came out of his throat: "Be-er-ti..."

However, the roar stopped abruptly before a few words could be uttered, and the surrounding flower fields full of pure white flowers suddenly squirmed, and the originally cute and harmless flowers and plants intertwined into a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, Swallowed Bertram's "body" that had begun to twist rapidly.

In the next second, the flower field returned to calm, and there was no trace left. Only Bertila, who was wearing a light green dress, stood quietly, watching the sea of ​​flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

"Go all the way, Bertram."

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