Chapter 588 Restlessness

After waking up from the brief dizziness and the illusion of space replacement, Gawain saw Amber's face in front of him at first glance.

He reluctantly pressed the half-elf's forehead and pushed her further away: "Do you have to get so close every time?"

Amber stuck his waist and plausibly said: "I'm bored, you still have to let me watch over you next time, or you can change someone next time."

Gawain ignored this guy's broken thoughts, he just stood up, stretched his slightly stiff body from sitting for a long time, and then looked around.

Here is a house with little decoration - wall panels made of metal frame mixed with wood panels, covered with tin roof, furniture that is easy to combine and transport is arranged indoors, together forming a simple and functional style, except for the necessary Outside the desk, chair and bookcase, there are hardly any redundant furnishings here, and there is a window covered with translucent resin not far away. What can be vaguely seen outside the window is the view of the majestic Sentinel Tower standing on the ground.

This is the "spike base" near the magnificent wall, this room is where he rests and works.

Gawain moved his neck and asked casually, "Did something happen while I was online?"

"Soldrin came once to report the Sentinel's deployment. I've asked him to put the report on your desk, and no one else has come."

Gawain nodded and exhaled: "Okay...I got it."

In his mind, he recalled the new clues he got during the previous online meeting.

The End of Everything has a certain technology called "Dark Bridge"... This technology is related to the magnificent wall, it can be used for communication, and it seems that it is not used in ordinary communication occasions...

In connection with the previous encounter with Soldering, the high-level members of the All-Death Association seem to be operating near the magnificent wall. What?

Some of the vines in the Shadow Realm are connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower, and when those vines are burned, the first part that is impacted seems to be the part connected to the communication module...

Amber blinked, watching Gawain fall into silence and thinking as soon as he woke up from the "Internet" state, and couldn't help asking curiously, "What happened?"

There is no need to hide this matter in front of Amber. This half-elf is an expert in the field of intelligence and infiltration, so Gawain said bluntly: "Those vines in the Shadow Realm may be related to something called 'Dark Bridge',

This thing is a means of communication secretly established in the magnificent wall by the end of all things... They not only corrupted and tampered with part of the monitoring system of the magnificent wall with vines, but even stole some of the functions of the magnificent wall. "

Amber was surprised when he heard the words: "Why are they making such a fuss?"

"The history of the Dark Sect is as old as the human kingdom. They were born in the same era as the Great Wall. It's not surprising that they can do such a thing," Gawain said casually, "What I really care about is that they built such a A special communication channel...what the hell is there to contact."

"Huh?" Amber didn't understand what Gawain meant for a while, "What else can I contact, of course those cult believers who contact them."

"Do the members of the contact sect need to steal the line from the magnificent wall?" Gawain glanced at Amber, "The activities of the Society for the End of All Things are basically concentrated in parts of Ansu and Typhon, and their members still It is not distributed to the extent that a cross-continental communication line needs to be constructed, and the 'dark bridge' should not be very convenient to use. In order to obtain a signal, they need to take a certain risk to approach the outpost set up by the elves, which is not suitable for daily communication. members of the sect."

Gao Wen's implication is very clear: Given the size of the Die of All Things Society, it doesn't seem to be very... cost-effective to build such a risky and inconvenient communication channel as a dark bridge.

Unless, they have a target that must pass through the "dark bridge" to establish contact.

The two people in the room fell into thinking and silence at the same time, and in the short-term thinking, Amber, who was sensitive to the blind spot of thinking due to long-term intelligence work, suddenly raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the cover. Looking at the window of the alchemy resin, he looked at the vast wasteland outside the window.

...

After exiting the mental network, the uncomfortable dizziness and temporary paralysis of her body made Heidi rest in the immersion cabin for more than ten seconds.

The same is true for other people who have access to the psychic network through the immersion pod—except Carmel, who has no nervous system.

When everyone sat up from their respective immersion cabins, the ancient magus had already begun to use holographic projections to simulate those mysterious and complicated elven runes in the open space of the "Network Connection Hall".

"The bottleneck of the elves does seem to be serious," the Arcane Master buzzed after noticing Jenny and the others getting up, "Frankly, a small part of these rune arrays is something I've seen before. Yes - a thousand years ago, in the age of Gondor, the elves were using this rune structure, and now that a thousand years have passed, it can be seen that they have indeed made a lot of small repairs on this structure. As they progress, they become more sophisticated, more complex, and more efficient, but essentially...the runes are still organized in the same way they were in the Starfire era."

"But their technology in the field of gravity manipulation is still much more advanced than us," Jenny couldn't help but said, "If we can really complete the translation and optimization of those rune arrays, the 'air force' that the lord had envisioned will definitely be realized. already."

"You can fly in the sky!" Rebecca's excited voice also interjected, "I can look forward to this! You know, when I learned magic, the hardest hit was that I couldn't learn levitating and flying—of course I can't learn anything else, but what I care about most is the magic that can fly!"

They began to discuss the logic of runes and the magical arts of elves.

The discussion was in full swing and the discussion was full of interest.

Heidi walked out of the immersion cabin silently. She listened to Carmel and the others discussing the mysteries of the magical world, and watched Rebecca excitedly dancing among the three, with a faint smile on her face.

She is also a mage, and once, she was also immersed in the laboratory, lingering among those runes and formulas.

so good.

But the foundation laid by the ancestors needs a chief of the interior, and there is no shortage of a researcher with ordinary talent.

Hetty tidied up her slightly disheveled hair, and tidied up her dress, which was slightly wrinkled due to the use of the immersion cabin. After a while, Cecil, the great butler with outstanding skills, returned.

Today, when her ancestors temporarily left the territory, she still has a lot of things to do.

Of course, the first thing to do is to knock Rebecca's head-after all, it has not been three days.

...

In the dark and deep underground palace, the high-ranking priests of the Society for the Death of All Things, wearing black robes or priest costumes, each with a slightly mutated body, are sitting at the long oval table.

"Our 'dark bridge' has been exposed," the tall, thin, gloomy-faced dean Heaton stood up from his seat, "Gawain Cecil noticed the magic vines growing in the shadow world, elves. Will be warned soon."

The cult priests at the scene discussed in a low voice, but soon there was a man in black robe with a pale face and limbs as thin as the branches of a tree, coughing twice: "Cough cough - in fact, you don't need to worry too much. The magnificent wall is damaged. After that, the dark bridge has been abandoned, and we have re-established contact with the wasteland through the assistance of the eternal sleeper. Those magic vines in the shadow world... are just some rotten plants now, and the loss will be lost."

"Our plan has entered the final stage, and the awakening of the 'God' will solve all problems. Under this premise, the loss of the mere dark bridge is acceptable," another female priest said, "but we must also be careful. , the exposure of the dark bridge may bring about variables, that Gawain Cecil is a very vigilant person, and he will definitely warn all the forces he can contact."

"Damn, can't we figure out a way to get rid of the old bone that crawled out of the coffin?" A head teacher with short hair, hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and an angry face couldn't help muttering. , "He is already a huge uncontrollable factor - and now he just left his territory, in the wasteland border, we are not without a chance to do it."

"Even if he leaves the territory, he is still a legend," Bertila, who had never spoken, finally broke the silence, and she glanced coldly at the headmaster who had just spoken, "A legend, and there are multiple high-level powerhouses around him. , with an army of armies armed to the teeth, are you going to assassinate him with your fibrotic brain stem? That will only bring more variability."

The short-haired dean who was ridiculed by Bertila spread his hands: "We have to do something."

"Accelerating the awakening of the false god's body and ensuring the release of the god's evil mutagen is what we should do the most," Bertila said lightly, "It is not easy for our compatriots to send back information from the wasteland. Make sure this valuable knowledge comes in handy."

"Now we discuss the next issue - the passage between the Abyss of Flesh and the surface."

This meeting didn't last long. The cultists were always more efficient than the king and nobles. All matters were discussed quickly, and there were only a few people left in the huge underground palace hall.

Bertiera and the Elf Twins stayed, and Heaton didn't leave either.

"Tell me about the mutagen," Bertila looked at Heaton and said calmly after only a few people were left at the scene, "Although it was announced that everything was normal, I heard that ...the mutagen shows some unexpected...activity?"

"It's just a small problem," Heaton said with a stern face, "it should be that human beings have produced some genetic variation in the seven hundred years after they left the wasteland environment, causing them to react too violently to mutagens. This is It is an inevitable situation, after all, our compatriots on the 'inside of the wall' are mutagens done in the original wasteland environment, and its effect outside the wasteland will definitely have some changes."

"The Grand Master doesn't care about the reason, as long as the mutagen can take effect as planned in the end," Bertila said, then looked at the Elf Twins sitting not far away, "What is the state of the Eternal Sleeper's psychic projector? When can I make the next contact with the wasteland."

"The projector can be used at any time, but it requires the 'prowlers' in the wasteland to arrive near the projection site to establish a connection," the elves said in unison, "According to the agreement, the next time they arrive at the projection site will be tomorrow to the day after tomorrow. between."

"Very good," Bertila nodded slightly and stood up, "The Grand Master will be satisfied with this."

With the rustling of roots scraping the ground, the woman who had lived for centuries left the hall.

...

Deep in the wasteland, in the corrupted and mutated homeland of Gondor, the tireless wanderers continue their seemingly endless trek.

The twisted giant "trees" moved between the soil and the rocks, their tentacle-like roots licked the barren and cracked earth, and the chaotic wind was wrapped in deadly radioactive dust. Whistling through the branches.

The giant tree headed by one of them stopped, and behind it, all the giant trees and the giant transformation aberrations that followed behind the "forest" also stopped.

The trunk of the giant tree headed was wriggling, and an old and strange face emerged between the cracked bark, and dry and strange words came from between its rustling branches and roots: "The uninvited guest has Start strengthening the cage."

"They can only delay for a while," said another giant tree. "Our paradise will eventually spread over the new world, and the foolish beings of the old world are destined to be as dust in time and history as their gods. What they do now Every struggle that comes out is just making the future apocalypse more violent."

"It's coming, it's coming..." "It's going to be..." "It's going to be..."

In this creeping forest, one after another sounded, the rustling and squirming were creepy, and in this creepy unison, they moved their roots again, and continued their seemingly Wandering endlessly.

"A new world will come..."

The creeping forest sang in unison.

"We will take root in the new world.

"We have found the best position in the next era.

"This location... does not require anyone from the old world to meddle and pry..."