Chapter 617 Front and Back

In the Lenburg base, Gawain met the soldiers of the Royal Army who were rescued by Soldering.

Leading these soldiers was a northerner with a medium build, short brown hair, and a high nose bridge. He had replaced his original broken armor and put on comfortable clothes provided by the base. Although there was still a trace of fatigue on his face, he was in good spirits. The state has clearly improved a lot.

When Gawain walked into the slightly crude barracks, the knight who had survived the death immediately stood up, and he took a few soldiers beside him with slightly dazed faces, and bowed slightly nervously and saluted: " My lord, I am Barna Mitchell from the capital, and my soldiers and I are very grateful for your generosity..."

"Please sit down, Mr. Mitchell, I have some questions to ask you," Gawain motioned for the knight in front of him to sit down, and he also sat casually on the chair next to him, "First of all, introduce yourself—you should be able to guess , I'm Gawain Cecil."

This is the legendary knight who, a few years ago only appeared in the books of legends and historians, has returned from the realm of the dead to reign as ruler of the South.

The aristocrats of the capital have various descriptions and speculations about the ruler of the southern border. Most people choose to stay away, a few people regard it as a threat, and a few people harbor the malice of conspiracy theorists. , this legendary pioneer is out of tune with this era - he brings the pride of Gondor, the roughness of the pioneers, the savagery of the first generation of nobles, and the unreasonableness of those who have risen from the dead. This is Barna Mi from the capital. All the impressions Chell had of Gawain Cecil in his social circle.

Mitchell briefly looked at the legendary duke in front of him with the most rude eyes, and when he was about to go beyond the rules, he looked down and made a gesture of waiting for orders.

The pioneering hero in front of him did not wear strange clothes that did not fit the times, nor did he show a disturbing atmosphere. He was tall, majestic, and armored, as recorded in the most orthodox history books, as if he was always on the battlefield, with sharp eyes. , but not icy.

"Are you used to living here?"

This first question was somewhat unexpected by Mitchell, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "Yes, thank you for the comfortable environment..."

There is clean hot water, clean rooms, clothing, food and precious medicines, and most importantly, safety - it is impossible for someone who has just escaped death to have any complaints about such an environment.

"Very good," Gawain nodded slightly, "I would like to know the specific situation of the 'cluster infection' and the final breakout route of the northern legions..."

...

outskirts of Pompeii,

A temporary camp.

Barbed wire and burst gun towers are intertwined, and heavily armed soldiers are guarding the surroundings at the post. Inside and outside the camp, light or dark magic monitoring and warning devices are buzzing. Although the camp itself is not large, the amazing level of protection makes It's like a fortress armed to the teeth.

There is only one reason for such strict protection: here, it is the place to study the pollution of gods.

Deep in the camp, in a spacious and bright laboratory, Carmel was suspended more than ten centimeters above the ground. On the platform in front of him, a cage composed of a shield generator and a solid steel fence was stabilized. The ground is embedded on the base made of reinforced concrete, and the cage is the core of the laboratory's mission——

A giant cluster that has completely mutated and lost human cognition.

The huge humanoid creature with a height of three meters stood quietly behind the solid barrier composed of energy shields and physical fences. It was not at all violent like the "monster" commonly known by ordinary people. In fact, it was the opposite: its eyes were calm. And reason, even with a kind of detachment, stared at the great magister outside the barrier without saying a word.

"I heard Pittman say that you refuse to talk to 'weak old man'," Camille hummed as he drifted closer, "so here I am—I'm curious, in your perceptions , Is my form considered an old age?"

The cluster giant didn't respond.

"It looks like you still refuse to talk - do you think someone will come to your rescue? It's far from the front lines, and you're far from your deformed brethren..." Carmel continued, "I know you're sensible, You can still think, but it has been replaced with a new set of worldviews. In your cognition, perhaps cluster infection is the normal life form, and uninfected humans are actually some kind of disease... But I'm curious The question is, after going through such a transformation, do you still remember your thoughts as a human being, and your emotions as a human…”

After another round of silence, the giant finally spoke, with a deep tremor in his voice: "When the new era comes, you will realize the flaws of pure flesh and blood - extinction will come naturally, and we, the Helping...you."

The giant was obviously a little hesitant when it came to the last word, because it was not sure whether it should include the floating luminous body in front of it in the category of "you".

No matter how you look at it, Kamel doesn't seem to have any human organs to mutate...

Carmel didn't care about the sensational parts of the other party's words. He just stared at the mutant in front of him with two shining arcane rays of light, and said in a low voice: "The so-called new era is the magic tide."

The cluster giant waited in silence.

"As far as I know, an individual with special power and complete sanity like you belongs to the commander in the 'cluster giant', and the dark Druid spells left on your body indicate that you were originally supposed to be the priest of the Church of the End of Everything— —or a martyr."

"..."

"Which class did you belong to in the Association for the End of All Things? The headmaster? Or the lower-level blight priest? Or the forest shepherd?"

"..."

"Where did you get the information about the magic tide?" "Why are you sure that you can survive the magic tide by changing into this form?" "Have you heard the word 'God's Sin'? Do you know its meaning? ""Where did you get this transformation technology?"

Carmel asked questions one after another, but the cluster giant never said a word, and finally, after an even more unbearable silence, Carmel suddenly said: "You know, this road was back in the Gondor Empire. I've been there too - I'm part of the plan. I've seen it fail, and your self-proclaimed evolutionary form is just the first failed plan we've eliminated..."

He thought that this kind of words would touch the prisoner in front of him to some extent, but the giant cluster just looked at it calmly, and said after a while:

"I've heard that a Gondor-era fortress was unearthed in the South...

"I'm not surprised at all about your existence.

"But you got one thing wrong, the ancient magisters, your failure is not because of technical factors, not because there is a problem with this route.

"Your failure is because your disobedience is not thorough enough..."

After saying this, the crystal cluster giant stepped back two, it returned to the middle of the cage, sat down in place, and no longer accepted any conversation.

Carmel's efforts were fruitless, and finally left the laboratory reluctantly.

Outside the lab, Pittman, dressed in a gray robe, and several researchers have been waiting for a long time.

"It said a few words to me, but little useful information was revealed," Kamel said to Pittman with a sigh, "As you judged before, most of these 'command-level' cluster giants are Transformed from the die-hard martyrs of the Society for the End of All Things, who maintain control of the Cluster Legion in this way, and the mouths of such fanatics are almost impossible to pry."

"As the Cluster Legion expands, they will sooner or later select a new commander from among the transmuted superhumans. This kind of commander's mouth should be able to pry open, we don't have to worry," Pittman said, and then seemed to notice the card. Meier's mood was a little strange, "What else did it say to you? You don't look very good..."

Carmel was surprised: "Can you see my face?"

"I can't tell from the look, the color is still quite obvious, and now it's quite green..."

"...It's not a big deal, but the last sentence that guy said made me a little concerned," Carmel shook his head, "The End of Everything Association really got a part of the legacy of the 'disobedience' plan back then, and they are continuing to implement this The evil was created in the process of planning, but the cluster giant said they did more 'disobedient'...I don't understand what that means."

"Can it be more 'disobedient'?" Pittman raised his eyebrows, although he was once a member of the Society for the End of Everything, he obviously didn't understand the plan of the Society for the End of Everything. The tombs of the gods have been dug up, the flesh has been cut, and the flesh and blood of the gods have been refined into medicines to vaccinate the whole country. Is there anyone in the world who is more rebellious than you? They really created a false god, I don't seem to have any disobedience from you..."

"So I can't understand," Camille buzzed, then shook his head. "How about you? How did your experiment turn out?"

"After isolating the cluster infected from ordinary people and the 'commander', all experimental subjects showed obvious signs of weakness and stagnation, and the only remaining thinking ability was rapidly disappearing, it seems that the lower-level cluster infection The mental activities of the fighters must be maintained by the 'commander'..." Pittman spread his hands and sighed, "In short, there is no help - the mutation from the body to the spirit is irreversible. But Those individuals who have not yet mutated and only carry the infection may be saved. The recently sent infected people are in a stable condition. The conventional methods of treating plagues and curses are useful for them. I am looking for the most effective purification. programs, and finding the key triggers that lead them to mutate from 'carriers' to 'mutators'."

...

In Cecil City, a spring rain washed the row upon row of roofs and criss-crossed streets. In the gradually dimming sky, the city was still as prosperous as day.

A graceful snake's tail climbed up the tallest magic net broadcasting tower in the city, wrapping around the booster antenna at the top of the broadcasting tower. Tyr's body was clinging to the magic organ made of steel. She leaned out and swept across the city in the distance. , swept across the factory floor that had been lit up and was running around the clock.

The war is spreading in the far north. Although the land of the Principality of Cecil is still safe, the impact of the war will still penetrate into every aspect of people's lives. People began to discuss the war in taverns and cafés, newspapers began to flood the newspapers with news and opinion pieces from the North, and the factories, which had entered a so-called "wartime state," were operating with unprecedented efficiency.

Countless war machines lined up to leave the workshop. Before the gears and bearings had cooled down, they rushed to the front line with a bang; the mechanics, doctors and non-commissioned officers who had just graduated from various colleges were full of vigor and went to their respective posts and lives; Without facing the war, the business operations within the Principality were not affected at all, but became more prosperous than before. This city that relies on the power of the magic industry is so vibrant and so endearing, even the lazy Tyre can't help but be aroused by it, and arouse some reverie about the hometown of the siren——

Tyre doesn't know what the Kraken's hometown looks like. She is a new generation born after the Antavian crash-landed in this world. After the "big crash", the Kraken Empire has declined and will never regain its former glory. , However, on the teaching machine, on the broken data stored in the memory chip, when the ancient sirens told their distant and vague memories, Tyre heard more than once about the description of his hometown——

It was a living world, the ocean covered the entire planet, and in the depths of the deep, gentle waters, the world of Krakens prospered, machines worked around the clock, artificial intelligence-controlled cities gleamed on the seabed, submarine trains Riding between the trenches and ridges, the aircraft galloped out of the water from the deep sea, satellite clusters and orbital facilities surrounded the planet, overlooking the beautiful water world...

The sirens may really not be able to go back.

But Tyre's eyes swept over Cecil - these land creatures, they have a homeland, and they are building this place with enthusiasm.

Maybe one day, they will build this place as beautiful as that "beautiful water world".

The lost Kraken took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and sang in a low voice.

Invisible power infiltrated this ethereal song, vibrating the surrounding magic, vibrating the broadcast tower's booster antenna, vibrating Cecil's magic net - and then passing through the Cecil-Black Forest-Magnificent Wall. Countless relay towers shake the Sentinel Tower and the magnificent wall.

The song rides on the ripples of space, across endless storms and oceans.

In the eastern part of the endless sea, the city of sea monsters "Antaveen" that has been bathed in starlight, the listeners on duty at night looked at the strange frequency that suddenly jumped out on the communicator.

A moment later, a deep-sea maid swam her fish tail and swam into Queen Petia's bedroom—

"Your Majesty! The missing Tide Master has been found, she swam backwards when she returned, and is now in the Western Continent!

"She found human allies there!

"She asked if you wanted a cookie?"