Chapter 1516 Scroll of Ten Thousand Ages

The door leading to the communication room opened, and a tall and thin figure walked out. Diana, who had been waiting in the corridor, immediately walked up to her. She looked at Rosetta who had just finished the online conference, and saw the other party His face was as stern and serious as ever, and this time there was an inexplicable heaviness in the sternness.

It seems that something happened at the meeting, maybe that His Majesty Gawain Cecil brought some new information, or it might be that the elves or giant dragons found a new problem in the escape plan—Diana’s mind There were some speculations in the core, but she didn't ask anything, she just lowered her head slightly: "Do you need to take a rest first?"

"...No need," Rosetta glanced at the head maid standing in front of him. His mind was still hovering over the content discussed at the meeting just now—about the unified field of mind and the ultimate disobedience, about the mortal race. Adulthood and divine disasters, about Gawain's "final plan" and the fate that everyone may face, his face was solemn, and he stood in the corridor for two seconds before he suddenly said, "Matilda in Obsidian Is it in the palace?"

"His Royal Highness just returned half an hour ago," Diana said with her head lowered. "Do you need to call her here?"

"Let her come to the study to find me," Rosetta said in a deep voice, and then he seemed to think of something again, and frowned slightly, "What's the progress of the exploration on Violet Island?"

"Our exploration team has entered the depths of the southeast forest. So far, we have not found any traces of the city. We only found some stone relics like 'monuments' in the forest," Diana reported the latest information from the north, " At present, the vanguard has built a security camp near one of the monuments, and set up a mage tower and a supply station, and the follow-up troops are continuing to land on the island from the southeast coast, and are expected to join the vanguard in two days."

Rosetta pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "You go in person."

Diana glanced at the emperor in surprise, as if she did not expect the order to be issued suddenly, but this did not affect her reaction to carrying out the order: "Yes, I will set off tomorrow."

Rosetta nodded, and then seemed to feel the need to explain a few words, and said: "... what happened on Violet Island is very important, and I don't worry about others being responsible. Your first task after you get there is to find the place where The city of a thousand towers in the depths of Violet Island, and provide assistance to the Cecilian exploration team within their capabilities."

Diana then bowed her head deeply: "Follow your order."

A moment later, Matilda Augustus was walking in the deep corridor deep in the Obsidian Palace. She received an order from her father to summon her, but she didn't know why her father wanted to see her in such a hurry.

She only knew that her father had participated in the "virtual network meeting" called by His Majesty Gawain Cecil again today,

The leaders of the three empires and the dragon kingdom will finally determine the plan to resist the demon tide at the meeting, maybe... it has something to do with the things discussed at the meeting?

The sound of boots hitting the marble floor was clear and rhythmic.

After entering the inner court, Matilda withdrew all the attendants around her. She hurried through this corridor that she had walked through countless times in her memory, and her skirt swept over the decorative armor and hero sculptures on the corridor.

She still remembers that when she was a child, she often climbed onto those sculptures, causing the maids and guards who were in charge of taking care of her to exclaim, and also caused her serious father to be dumbfounded. In the end, she would always jump from the highest point of the sculptures to On her father, in a pounce and exclamation, she would see his father showing a smile that would never have appeared in the past. The "game" played.

But later, as her father's mental state deteriorated, and the oppressive and tense atmosphere filled the gloomy palace, she never had such joy again. This generation has escaped the curse of madness that lasted for two centuries, but the lost childhood will never come back.

Now she is the dazzling jewel of the Typhon Empire, the noble crown prince. She walked here with a serious and solemn expression to help her father deal with those solemn and serious matters.

Matilda pushed open the last door at the end of the corridor, and she saw the tall but thinner figure sitting on the high-backed chair, standing like a statue in the evening sunset. Against the backlighting sculpture, she gently closed the door and bowed her head respectfully: "Father, are you looking for me?"

"...Do you still remember that before the Great Battle of Winterhold, we launched a project to gather scholars and scribes from all over the country to compile and compile all the history, natural history, technical and artistic classics of the empire," Rosetta mused After waking up in the middle of the night, he looked at his daughter and said in a calm voice, "I remember that Hadiron and you were in charge of this work in the end."

Matilda was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted: "Yes, the situation was turbulent at that time, and the future was not optimistic. We started such a project in order to preserve the history and history of the Typhon people in the worst case. Cultural heritage..."

"Is this thing still going on?"

"Yes," Matilda nodded hesitantly, "Although the war ended later, we found that compiling such an "Encyclopedia" was still meaningful, so this work has continued, and it is now approaching Epilogue. Why did you bring this up so suddenly?"

Rosetta didn't speak immediately, he seemed to be in deep thought, and it took a long time before he broke the silence: "Matilda, how do you think the Encyclopedia we compiled can be preserved for a longer period of time after civilization perishes? And have the opportunity to pass it on to future generations?"

...

The anti-gravity elevator quietly passed through the shaft leading to the deep underground. The silver queen Belsetia Morningstar stood inside the protective barrier of the elevator, looking at the layer after layer of alloy frames and The reinforced rock formation continued to rise in sight, until a slight tremor suddenly came from under her feet, and the elevator platform was clamped by the mechanical devices on both sides of the passage and began to slow down. A calm, calm expression.

The shaft gate slid open to both sides with a sound of mechanical friction, Belsetia stepped out from the elevator platform, the space in front of her suddenly opened up, in this well-protected bunker facility, everywhere was brightly lit.

This is deep underground in the Elf King City. For tens of thousands of years, this underground bunker has been directly controlled and supervised by the Elf Royal Family. There are no less than ten similar bunker facilities in and around the King City. Some of them are material warehouses, and some are backups. Industrial bases, some are doomsday fortresses that can take refuge for all the residents of the royal city, and some are highly secret research centers and storage warehouses for dangerous magic creations-every country will have similar facilities, and the elves in this land It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and of course they also have it.

At this moment, this underground bunker serving as a research facility is in a state of intense busyness. Belsetia came here in person to inspect a project that has been secretly going on for a while.

In the huge hexagonal hall, hundreds of senior scholars and seasoned mages are watching the operation of a huge magic device. The device is floating in the center of the hall, forming a regular and symmetrical icosahedron. There are several people tall, the shell made of alloy is smooth and precise, and transparent crystal windows can be seen on the shell in some areas, and the complex rune structure inside and the running mechanical module can be clearly seen in the window.

This huge icosahedron is floating like this, with a low and pleasant humming sound coming from its body, and the brilliance of magic power wanders through the gaps in its shell, and it responds to the commands sent to it by the surrounding mages from time to time , or connect and communicate with some equipment in the hall by themselves, and the great astrologist Verania is floating directly above the device, carefully sensing the flow of magic power in the device.

It wasn't until the Silver Queen came near the device that Verania's work came to an end. The great astrologer slowly landed on the ground and saluted the Queen: "Your Majesty, the meeting is over?"

"Yes, as we expected before, the final result is still the mother star barrier," Belsetia nodded, and then her eyes fell on the magic device behind the great astromancer, "The operation of the 'secretary organ' how?"

Verania was a little surprised, because the Silver Queen so lightly brushed off the matter involving the final plan of the magic tide defense, but then she reacted and nodded lightly: "It has been running stably for more than thirty-six Hours, all parameters are normal. But we may need to do more tests to determine whether it can run for a long time and repair itself as designed. After all, it uses the legacy blueprints of the original elves and modern magic technology at the same time. Two The combination of the patients still needs data accumulation.”

Belsetia nodded slightly, and Verania seemed to sense something from the Queen's attitude at the moment: "Your Majesty, the secretariat is just a machine. It can record knowledge and teach knowledge, but it cannot It represents the silver elf, and after a long time, it is unknown whether a machine buried deep underground will really see the light of day..."

"It can't represent the silver elves, but it can represent a civilization called the silver elves that once existed in this world," Belsetia interrupted the great astromancer, "the original elves didn't expect that when they fled their homeland. With the occurrence of the 'Great Split', the exiles scattered in the land of Loren, and the subspecies of elves forgot their original culture and inheritance. Even the silver elves who preserved the most heritage could only start from a pile of scrapped machines that could not be started. Some messy legends and deified stories are barely pieced together from ancient books that no one understands—but if we had a teaching machine similar to the 'secretary office' at that time, this situation might not have happened."

She raised her head and stared at the magic device floating in the center of the hall. The huge magic device calmly responded to the Queen's gaze. Its perception module recognized the figure in front of her, and a sound came from the cold and hard steel body. A string of special hums.

The construction of this thing did not start recently. The whole project could even be traced back to the first communication between the Noi people and the Loren Alliance.

Compared with other younger races on this continent, the silver elves faced the interruption of civilization earlier, and also experienced a complete rebirth in the ruins. In the matter of "leaving inheritance", this has a long history. The race of men is sharper and more active than all others.

And the just-concluded meeting made the Silver Queen even more sure of the correctness of planning for a rainy day.

"Secretary, can you hear my voice?" Belsetia said suddenly.

A low and mechanized response came from the huge magic device: "Yes, please order."

Belsetia took a light breath: "Describe your mission."

"Yes—the mission of the secretariat, to continue to collect and record knowledge, to wait for the doomsday order, when the doomsday order is activated, close the bunker and enter the waiting mode, and take all means during the waiting period to maintain the operation of itself and the bunker facilities until the conditions are met Intelligent species reappeared on the surface, actively contacted it and carried out teaching instructions..."

...

The thick alloy walls blocked the biting cold wind blowing from the direction of the wilderness, and the heat field diffuser maintained a comfortable indoor environment. Heragor, who was wearing a plain robe, came to the laboratory, and several dragons who were busy in front of the console Immediately the scholars came forward and bowed to their leader.

Heragor returned the salute indifferently, and then his gaze swept across the spacious laboratory—what caught his eye was the dazzling operating table, the holographic image floating in mid-air, the culture containers lined up on the wall, and There are many kinds of equipment. These devices may represent the incredible advanced "Talrond technology" in the eyes of other races, but a real dragon can tell at a glance that everything here is a patchwork of possessions.

Compared with the laboratories of those technology companies in Tarrond in its heyday, it can almost be described as shabby.

"I'm sorry, but I can only provide you with such conditions," Heragor said to the scholars in front of him, "It can't be compared with the original enterprise R&D center."

"Don't say that," a black-haired dragon scholar hurriedly waved his hands, "This is already much better than we imagined—we never even thought that such a building could be built after the war." The gene editing room..."

Heragor nodded, and then walked to one of the consoles. His eyes fell on a set of holographic images. What appeared in the center of the holographic images was not something mysterious and mysterious—it was a set of holographic images. A worm, a humble, small, and even ugly worm.

And next to the holographic projection of the worm, there are large pieces of genetic factor compilation data.

"Where is the progress?" Heragor turned around and asked the technician who came to him.

"At present, a brief history of Tarrond has been successfully compiled and injected into the redundant genetic fragments of the Urbito worm, and it has been passed on stably after sixteen generations of catalytic reproduction. As we know, the Urbito worm The redundant genetic segments of Beato worms are very, very stable and are excellent carriers of information."

"Yeah, very, very stable..." Heragor said softly to himself, "From 1.87 million years ago to the present, these worms living in the mud and volcanic ash have always maintained this appearance, these Low-level life forms with simple structures even have a longer history than giant dragons."

"The more basic life form, the more ancient it has history," a red-haired gene editor lamented, "Worms are older than dragons, bacteria are older than worms, and bacteria are older than bacteria." It is the ancestor protein group - those simple and fragile primitive molecular structures can quietly reproduce in the mud of the seabed for 1.6 billion years, and the brilliant civilization of intelligent creatures is like a flick of a finger in front of these blind crawling creatures... "

Another scholar shook his head, with a sigh in his tone: "Actually, the Erim fungus is a more stable 'carrier' than the Urbito worm, but unfortunately, the genetic factors of the Erim fungus are not suitable for this kind of compilation. "

"The Ebito worm with a history of three million years is enough to undertake this mission. Its genetic structure is enough to contain all our history and most of our knowledge," Heragor said lightly, "Even if we perish, these worms It will also continue to multiply in every corner of this planet, and the tide of magic and disasters are like a harmless breeze to them, and everything about us will be passed on stably in their genetic factors."

Several dragon scholars looked at each other, and one of them finally couldn't help but said: "But... who will read these invisible tombstones?"

"The latecomers, the next civilization that has developed to a certain height and has made certain preparations, the next ethnic group that is full of curiosity and keen observation like us-this may take a long time, and it may take a little bit of luck, but'wait ' It's never been a problem for life and stars."

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