Chapter 1390 Sit Down, Yeats

What a land of nothingness?

Ladder to heaven?

【? ? ? 】

Russell felt like question marks were constantly popping up on his forehead, and each question mark made his eyesight go dark.

Weren't you still in Elysium just now? Why did you go to the Golden Dawn to send it off again?

What the hell happened?

Just when he was in a daze, the snail on the moss tank began to squirm like a racing car, flicking its tail, and slowly wrote brand new handwriting.

[Golden Dawn has a pleasant climate, local friends are warm and thoughtful, and a big boss gave me a big basin, which will be great for making soup. 】

After writing a long string of words, the snail in front of Huaishi was almost lame from exhaustion, and waved its tentacles to signal Huaishi to slow down first.

"Tsk, that's it? That's it? So short? It doesn't even have a chapter, why don't you think it's not even enough for a Weibo post?"

Huai Shi shook his head helplessly.

Hate it for not fighting.

Even the huge shadow behind him glanced over with disdain, holding a golden cup in his mouth and chewing on it.

The holy grail of ranchers is quality.

Since I picked it up, it has been used to sharpen my teeth for so long, and even a layer of paint has fallen off the surface, but it is still shining brightly.

Moreover, it is heavy in the hand, and it is not very easy to hit someone on the back of the head, especially it is rich in precious divine nutrients. Now the beast of the end takes it out to sizzle whenever he has time, making a banging sound.

After relaxing for a while in the current situation, Russell quickly got over the initial shock and sobered up. Although he vaguely guessed Huai Shi's operation, he couldn't help but feel bald because of it.

I can only lament that this unlucky kid is getting bigger and bigger as he plays, so he won't capsize in some gutter one day.

But since the New Year celebrations are all here, and the children are still young.

All that's left is 'everyone is dead'.

Why don't you come and lend a hand?

He held the snail and wrote directly on the rainforest tank: [What do you want to do? 】

After a while, the hopeless snail began to crawl slowly again on the glass.

[Do something that the Utopia would do to the Golden Dawn]

After writing a line, the dehydrated snail fell directly into the tank, and then another snail climbed out and continued writing from the bottom up, writing until Russell's face turned green.

[Sharma, Mikhail, Files No. 19, 41, and 66, open access, I have a new topic, don’t hide it, get something good. 】

In the silence, Russell's eyes began to beat wildly.

Is this so fucking outrageous?

Not only does it require the technical support of a creator and a grand master, but it also requires opening the Utopia host that is now in strict storage and retrieving forbidden files.

For so many years, Russell has been secretly and secretly scavenging in the [Old Campus], salvaging it like a needle in a haystack, just for the sake of the Utopia host that has been restored to a little more than a third?

As an auxiliary unit and computing facility of the former Kingdom of Heaven, the Utopia host in its complete state can simulate the operation of the entire reality in real time and create any experimental conditions that are closer to reality without restrictions.

At the same time... its sandbox program is also filled with topics and plans created by the madmen of the past Utopia based on their inspiration or whim. More than 60% of the topics have certain results and practicality. of.

Therefore, it will be ‘archived and stored’.

But the point is...this is just a nice way of saying it.

If there are really any epoch-making research and breakthroughs, the Utopia will never hide them and throw them out as if they don’t need money. And anything that can be archived and stored is a shady thing!

Behind one achievement are hundreds of times more failures, loss of control, damage and destruction, and even various by-products that are endlessly poisonous and will cause harm for thousands of years.

Even for something as glorious and majestic as Osiris, there are hundreds of files related to it. Among them, the three files of [Biological Fusion], [Nano Symbiosis], and [Underworld] were directly assessed as world-wide disasters and permanently sealed.

Unfinished stigmata like Dongjun and the topic of artificial suns are already classified as ordinary-level, and the resulting deadly gadgets such as [Glory Project], [Eternal Burn], and [Engine Zero] are even more so. Too many to count.

In a sense, [Kingdom of Heaven] will become a factor of destruction, and the Utopia is absolutely inseparable from it - a bunch of lunatics have stuffed so many evil things into it.

There is only one standard for being archived and stored, that is, research results are absolutely not allowed to be disclosed, cannot be used in the current environment without extermination authorization, and even relevant data are not allowed to appear in the current environment...

Among the files that were salvaged, some were so frightening that Russell would have nightmares in the middle of the night, and what Huaishi wanted now were all related to large-scale pollution and distortion technologies...

"Are you playing so big!?"

He hesitated to speak, and the little conscience he had left felt that it was not appropriate to do so. But other than this trace of hallucinatory conscience, the others were all eager to try.

It’s all in hell anyway. As long as you don’t make any announcement, who will find out?

Besides, even if you find out, do you have to admit it?

What's more, isn't there some Huai poetry? !

He can bleed and cry, what a wonderful child he is.

When he thought of this, Russell Tiwo happily wrote: [On behalf of the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven, I entrust you with this glorious and arduous task! 】

Now, it was Huai Shi's turn to twitch.

Are you looking for someone to start taking the blame now?

I don’t know anything. Huaishi is good at walking alone, right?

You are still the most doggy, old bastard!

[Haha, you are so funny, I went to take a shower, 88. 】

After leaving the problems and troubles to Russell, and throwing aside the worthless snail, Huai Shi lay on the bottom floor of the big library, watching the progress of reading the Book of Destiny, and started his own time as a fool.

Touched!

In the silence, there was only the sound of the beast of the end grinding its teeth as it gnawed on the Holy Grail.

However, the leisurely fishing time did not last long after all.

A few days later, he felt that the trace of shadow essence he left in the gap in the corridor floor was touched by other shadows.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground and put on his vest again.

somebody is coming!

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Different from the worst expected situation, when the door opened, it was not the Fools with eight hundred swordsmen who swarmed in, but a worried Mathers.

It seemed that he was thinking about something all the way and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation at all.

After opening the door, he raised his head and was shocked by the sight in front of him.

The glow of stars in the sky illuminated that lonely figure.

Under his open hands, the outline of the ancient book faintly emerged, and the fragments fell from the stars and merged into his hands, gradually forming a vague cover.

In just a few days, the completion rate has exceeded 40%!

For a moment, Mathers froze on the spot. After a long time, he sighed and looked at Yeats with a look of relief: "It seems that you have indeed made a lot of progress."

"It's just part of the responsibility."

Huai Shi imitated the tone of the vest, and answered proudly yet reservedly.

In fact, this is the one with the slowest progress.

The fifteen books that are nearing restoration at the fastest pace have all been put into the Book of Destiny by Huai Shi.

Mathers seemed to be surprised and glanced at him. Just when Huai Shi's suspicion was revealed, he slowly said: "No, the progress is still second to none. At least this time I didn't see a lot of waste." A love letter can’t be better than paper.”

"Ah this..."

Huaishi's poems are dull.

So Yeats originally fished by himself, so why did he appear to be so diligent even after he had already worked so hard to paddle?

And, in fact, Yeats did write it.

But Mathers arrived in such a hurry that Huai Shi had not had time to copy it.

"..."

Seeing his hesitant expression, Mathers understood everything and felt a headache again.

One or two people, why are they so careless?

Are there no normal people in this land of nothingness?

Oh, we are the Golden Dawn, that’s okay...

"never mind."

Mathers waved his hand helplessly, turned around and walked to the front: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

Huai Shi followed silently.

As he went up, he resisted the urge to look back at the great library.

And that absent-minded look seemed to have been misunderstood by Mathers, who said in front: "Don't take it to heart about the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven. Now Huaishi has become our trouble. You may not be able to let it go in the future." A chance to save face.”

"I hope so." Huaishi forced a smile.

Seeing that he has not gone mad to mention the object of his unrequited love until now, Mathers' expression was also relieved: "Perhaps Huai Shi has really brought some changes to you."

That's not it.

Huai Shi nodded crazily secretly.

Not only did he change Yeats, he could even change the Golden Dawn...

However, although thoughts were randomly spreading in her mind, Huai Shi's eyes were not idle. She looked at the changes around her and noticed the gradually increasing vigilance in the dark and the countless eyes that were faintly falling on her, and she couldn't help but become nervous.

If Yeats in the illusion hadn't looked calm as usual, he might have considered how to kidnap Mathers and run away immediately if he was exposed.

"Further forward is the meeting hall." Huai Shi followed Yeats in the hallucination and repeated: "Is there any meeting to be held now?"

"No, we're not going to the council chamber, we're going to go higher up."

Mathers walked in front, holding his cane, straight through the solemn hall, and walked to the bottom of the huge mural. He turned his head and nodded to Bennett, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Please help me open the door above."

"Is it finally this time?"

The meditative monk raised his eyes, glanced at Yeats behind him, nodded, and lightly touched the ground with his fingers.

The ground seemed to be an illusion, with ripples appearing and spreading instantly.

When Huaishi's eyes blurred, she found herself in a pale world. Between countless suspended records and oil paintings, two chairs were placed on a pure white floor, with brilliant rainbow lights flashing in the distance.

It was as if I had walked into some illusion.

He has been brought into a space composed of pure records.

In a certain book.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a process, just treat it as afternoon tea."

Mathers took the lead in sitting on the chair, put down his cane, looked at Huai Shi who was still confused, and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down, Yeats."

"..."

This doesn't sound like a good thing to say!

But there was no response to the premonition of death, and he didn't notice anything wrong along the way. Huaishi suppressed the urge to reveal his true identity and rush out of the land of nothing, and sat down.

However, as soon as his butt touched the chair, he heard Mathers' voice.

"Yeats, I have a question."

Opposite him, the host of the Golden Dawn solemnly asked: "Have you ever thought about breaking away from the limitations of the spirit of things and having a real soul?"

Yeats and ‘Yeats’, fell into sluggishness.

"What?"

Huaishi lost her voice.