Chapter 1391 The Dust Has Not Settled

The gentle voice of the elf twins sounded far away to Borken as if it came from another world—this hall is located in the deepest part of the entire flesh and blood structure, and countless nerve links are connected here from all parts of this huge alien body , to transmit a vast amount of data to Borken's thinking, which not only includes the perception of the flesh and blood structure itself and the monitoring of the entire battlefield, but also those dark priests who are fusing in the depths, despite all the dark Priests have been adjusting the direction of thinking assimilation for some time in the past, but compared with the real "unity", they still have their own different minds, and they must be integrated and sorted into one, for Borken is a daunting task.

The attack from the Deep Blue Well is coming, it is the counterattack launched by the ancient ghost hiding in the steel fortress, the high-intensity energy beam is focused on the top of the structure, it seems to want to destroy the organ that released the "disaster bullet" , the several organs used to expand the shield opened the energy barrier in time, even though they themselves were quickly burnt in the overload, the attack from the deep blue well was still successfully blocked.

Then the damaged tissue began to repair itself, and an astonishing amount of biomass was transported from the deep underground to the upper layer, and transformed into layers of additional carapaces. Borken performed these operations precisely like a machine, which was once experienced He had unimaginable powers and abilities for being human, and now it was all at his disposal, and during some half-dream intervals he thought about his present existence... he felt like a god.

A group of spiritual wave communications from afar arrived at the structure, and Borken read the large-scale death signals of the mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts, as well as the unique strong impact of "heavenly fire falling to the ground".

It's the Cecilians, who have advanced to the northern Scorched Plains and are building their purification devices there. The wasteland legions left there have only the most basic killing instincts, and lack heavy units. It lasted for less than a day - the expected situation, that itself was cannon fodder, the only regrettable thing was that the effect of this cannon fodder was much smaller than expected.

A certain nerve node in the "brain ventricle" emitted a dim red light, and Borken's will turned into a mental wave, which quickly spread to the north along the criss-crossing root network underground—there was no dark priest who could perform command tasks. , the end of the root network is only connected to a large neural node with basic intelligence, and that neural node buried deep underground can perform the most basic control over aberrants and biochemical synthetic beasts within a certain range. The basic unit will not be completely "wild".

In this way, the wasteland army deployed in remote areas can at least play a role in blocking and delaying the mortal army.

After issuing the order to regroup the troops to carry out the delaying tactics, Borken's consciousness once again focused on the battlefield in front of him - the religious order has given up all the achievements of foreign wars so far, abandoned more than 70% of the land in the wasteland, abandoned Everything that can be given up, just for the battle in front of him, but in fact... this is not the future that Borken originally thought.

He wants to domesticate this planet,

He wanted to build a "Place of Eternal Peace" isolated from the world, and wanted the Deep Blue Network to exterminate the current civilization on this planet and turn it into a planetary shield, but he never thought of achieving this at the current price Everything—he didn't want to confront the ancient ghost in the center of the wasteland at all, because the price of doing so was so high that even he couldn't bear it. When the elf twins proposed this plan, he originally wanted to reject it, but When he looked around the wasteland, he found that he had no other choice...

How did the situation become like this step by step? During the interval when the roaring "voice" in the spiritual world was slightly weakened, Borken briefly raised this question, but before he could focus on this question, the nerve signals from all parts of the structure were interrupted His concentration, he had to keep the thread of thinking on the task of maintaining the battle situation and unifying those minds, and a powerful feeling of being in charge of a huge power and being superior to everything emerged in due course, weakening Borken's doubts about himself now The will of the gesture.

So... powerful, like... a god.

Very good, this is very good, although I sacrificed the sect that I have painstakingly managed for hundreds of years, but in exchange for today's incomparable power and eternal body, what a powerful power - as long as you A single thought can create the power to destroy the world, as long as the will is still there, this body can be restored infinitely... If the world is going to be caught in flames in the eruption of the deep blue webway, then there is no doubt that I will Be the only surviving individual after that, and after that, a paradise of eternal peace will descend on this planet. As the only and most powerful life form on this planet, I seem to have a lot of things to do at that time ...

Borken smiled, planning for that great future—when that day comes, should he create loyal servants first? Or build a magnificent palace for yourself first?

Leierna stood next to the ugly plant in the center of the hall, watching the "expression" that seemed to be smiling but creepy on the shriveled and twisted bark, she couldn't help but also showed a smile on her face. At the fingertips, there are strands of almost transparent "lines" spreading out in the air. These lines are intertwined and weaved, entangled with Borken's tree crown, entangled with his roots deep in the hall, entwined with The bone arch beams and chitin domes around the hall are densely packed, layered upon layer, like a spider web.

From just now, Borken turned a blind eye to these spider webs growing in his "brain ventricle".

"He has fallen into a dream, a very good dream—behind the strong appearance, our Grand Priest is still a weak mortal after all," Leierna said softly, with a smile on her face, "It seems He's not as great as he thinks he is."

"As a mortal, his will is actually strong enough," Fierna's voice came from the side, "Up until just now, his subconscious was still resisting, trying to bring his sanity back... to this point It can also generate doubts and thinking, which is already beyond our expectations, isn’t it?”

"...has some merits," Leierna said lightly, and then her eyes drooped, as if she wanted to see the flesh and blood structure through the thick bones, wooden barriers and biomass chambers under the ground. In the deepest part, seeing the darkest and most horrifying part of this horrific and gargantuan "creature", "the fusion process of the last batch of dark priests began...but they resisted fiercely and kept trying to awaken Borken main consciousness."

"The smart ones among them understood the moment they entered the fusion cavity," Fierna whispered, "but their resistance was meaningless, this structure has already grown to a level that mortals can't match, those people Most of the cries of the Dark Priest in the mind-network would be taken by Borken as whistling winds and disturbing whispers...if he was still 'Borken'."

Leierna moved her fingertips, and the "spider web" wrapped around the hall was a little denser than before, and at the same time she frowned again: "...but these 'noises' have some influence after all, they are affecting the structures. The power that can be exerted-the footsteps of those mortals are very close, we must break through the barrier of the Deep Blue Well before they arrive, and the strength of the structure is not enough now... find a way to silence those voices. "

"I'll deal with it." Ferna said lightly, then turned and walked towards the exit of the hall.

...

The advance speed of the alliance army is getting faster and faster day by day. After pouring the power of the entire Loren continent into this land, the mortal war machine began to show its astonishingly powerful power - the giant cannon smashed the mutants The chariots crushed the remains of the Wasteland Legion, and the powerful legion spells made the whole land steam with heat. Warriors from all countries and races swept across the plains and mountains of the former Gondor Empire like a gust of wind. Behind the army, towers of purification rose up one after another, and the blocking walls were like blood vessels extending in the wasteland, spreading from the four directions of southeast, northwest, towards the direction of the deep blue well.

And in this process, the impact of the blocking wall is gradually revealed—although it is still a long way from the final closure, in many areas of the wasteland, environmental changes are already an indisputable fact.

The polluting clouds are receding, the toxic substances in the air are decreasing, and the chaotic magic energy pervading the surface is gradually calming down. In some areas, observers have found tenacious plants growing in the crevices of the stones—the seeds of these plants along with After the collapse of the majestic wall, the air flow that poured in flew into the wasteland, took root in the land where the pollution receded, and began to grow when the flowers bloomed in this spring, becoming the surviving life of this land after seven hundred years of desolation and death. The first "residents".

And at the edge of the wasteland, at the foot of the Great Wall, traditionally identified as a buffer zone of the polluted area, the observers even found a large piece of land that had completely returned to normal—even without any protective equipment, even without any special Ordinary people with strength can live in peace in these purification areas and reclaim fertile fields.

The war is not over, and the fate of the world is uncertain, but even if the dust has not yet settled, the world is moving forward.

Carrie Perlo ran across the courtyard like a gust of wind, her long skirt flying over the edge of the flower bed and lawn, the servants and maids on the side of the road saw this young lady rushing over from a distance, and they had already retreated to In the corridor, some attendants who were more familiar with Carrie couldn't help shaking their heads, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Miss Carrie is optimistic by nature and treats people kindly, especially her lively character is in stark contrast to her serious father. However, the fly in the ointment is her lack of poise and ladylike demeanor. When Viscount Perlo sent her to Sisi Although part of the reason for Er's study abroad is the "task" issued by the empire to the young noble children, part of the reason is that the viscount hopes that his daughter can hone her mind in a foreign country, and in the process of living with other noble children Become more mature and stable, but judging from the results...

Although Miss Carrie, who returned from Cecil, has grown in all aspects, she has regressed a lot in her ladylike demeanor—even learned a lot of "Cecile style", which is very important to Typhon's traditional concept. Weird way of speaking and acting, which really makes people wonder what is being taught in that "Imperial Academy" of the Cecilians...

"Carrie!" Viscount Perlo's voice suddenly came from the front of the court, with a hint of displeasure in his voice, "What does it look like running around the courtyard?"

Wearing a straight dress, with a beard, the tall and thin Viscount Perlo frowned and looked at his daughter who was running towards him. His tone was unhappy and helpless. It had been a while since her daughter returned from studying abroad, but in the discussion about the future In terms of planning, this unstable girl still seems to have no idea. She is full of impetuous and radical ideas. Karma...it's too early now.

On the point of "having a headache because of his daughter's future", Viscount Perlo is no different from most ordinary fathers.

However, Carrie didn't seem to notice the dissatisfaction in her father's tone. She held a newspaper tightly in her hand and handed it to her father: "Father, look at this!"

"What's making such a fuss..." Viscount Perlo muttered and took the newspaper, and his eyes quickly fell on a black and white picture on the page - it was a plant, which looked like an ordinary wild flower on the roadside That's all, but the text next to it made his eyes change slightly, "I found plants in the wasteland... the pollution is receding... found a purification zone in the edge area?"

"This is the photo sent back from the No. 27 advance base of the Winter Wolf Knights!" Carrie smiled brightly, and there was even an inexplicable pride in her tone, "It is the unit that Mariano is in—this flower is She discovered it, and the article specifically mentions this!"

"Mariannu... Marianu, the daughter of Earl Raven?" Viscount Perlo quickly found the corresponding name in the aristocratic genealogy, and after a moment of astonishment appeared on his face, he frowned, "My family It is already possible to establish meritorious deeds, and even pass the deeds back to the country for people to praise, look at you—you are still classmates! You..."

"Father, what I want to tell you is another matter," Carrie said suddenly without waiting for her father to finish speaking. "I heard today that there is a pioneering plan in the southwest enclave of Winter Wolf Castle..."

"Pioneering plan? The enclave southwest of Winter Wolf Castle?" Viscount Perlo was taken aback, "Isn't that in the polluted area..."

"It's no longer a polluted area!" Carrie said with a bright smile, "The Obsidian newspaper published news today, announcing several border areas that have been confirmed to be completely purified - how the wasteland of Gondor will be distributed afterwards is unknown, but those border areas The enclave is 100% the territory of the empire. Now that the pollution has subsided, the army has pushed the front line into the depths of the wasteland, and the pioneering operations in those places will soon begin. I communicated with Dana today, and her father, Earl Juventus, has sent She mentioned it and I wanted to go to the border with her..."

Viscount Perlo's expression finally became serious. He stared into Carrie's eyes and said slowly, "Carrie, you know what you're talking about."

"Yes, I know," Carrie suppressed the smile on her face, and stood in front of her father with unprecedented seriousness, "I want to do the same thing as my ancestors——Father, my classmates in the college They are all doing what they think is the most important and correct thing. Fendil Wilde participated in the Wasteland Expeditionary Force and experienced the first battle. Eleven Franklin went to the West as a research assistant not long ago. On the front line, Marianne is fighting under the command of General Andersa...Father, I don't know how to fight, and I don't have such excellent grades in magic and magic, but I know how to open up wasteland and manage territories——Since a long time ago, Perlo The family is an excellent pioneer. When you told me that, you were very proud.

"I don't want to go to parliament and be a show-of-hands member - there are a lot of smart people there, I'm not very popular in it, I don't want to get married so soon, I haven't met the right person, and I don't want it to be so simple Just inheriting the family business, being an ordinary and mediocre nobleman, spending a lot of time on balls and banquets... As His Majesty mentioned in his speech last time, we are facing a special and difficult situation During this period, the empire needs every one of her citizens to fulfill their duties and play their value...

"Didn't you just say that Marianne can already make meritorious deeds? Now I want to..."

"Okay, I agree."

Viscount Perlo's voice came faintly, suppressing all the rest of Carrie's words that had been drafted for a long time.