Hell, the Quiet Zone, the Land of Dreams.
In the stone room that had returned to silence, a few dark figures quietly looked down at the broken sarcophagus and the incomplete body inside.
It had lost all its water and turned into a crooked and shriveled corpse.
Most of it had already collapsed into dust.
Only the inside of the cracked skull, in the darkness, there was still a faint flash of light.
Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, Mathers, who was supporting himself with his cane, slowly walked in. His footsteps were a little staggered, and the huge crack in his chest had not been completely repaired.
Seeing Woodman's corpse, he paused for a moment.
"Is he really dead?"
"After being attacked by Vitaly, even if he isn't dead, he should be crippled, right?"
Ye Zhi shrugged. "Even if he can still survive, with his remaining strength, he shouldn't think about stirring up trouble everywhere … Fortunately, I ran far away. Otherwise, if I was caught by the old man, I'm afraid I would have to accompany Woodman. “
"Do you want to search for traces of the Day-Night Mirror?" Mathers asked. "After leaving the Russian Federation's genealogy, I don't know where Russell will hide it … It might not be easy to find."
"His backup is still there. Vitaly can't kill him, so he can only imprison him."
Among the dark figures, a low voice suddenly sounded. It was the sound of the Land of Dreams. "Let him be quiet for a while first, so that he won't run around every day. It's so annoying, and it's so annoying to see him."
The voice said, "Next is the War of the Worlds. I will find an opportunity to destroy the Day-Night Mirror."
Mathers shrugged helplessly.
Now that things had come to this, this was the only way.
No one had ever thought that someone would be able to secretly awaken the Day-Night Mirror that had been silent for so many years. They also didn't expect that Woodman, who was originally the strangest among them, would fail twice in a row in a ditch called Huai Shi.
The first time was fine, but the second time, he was gone …
Now, as a memetic virus, Woodman could freely travel between the Modern Realm, the border, and Hell. Relying on the memes left behind in many people and ancient books, he could be said to be everywhere. Even if he killed all the people who had been implanted with his memes, as long as he spread some ancient books, he could spread again.
It could be said that he had no weaknesses.
Now, all the memes were still there, but the 'server' that represented Woodman's consciousness was being pushed away by a guy who repaired the air conditioner at the door.
By the time they realized what had happened, the server had already been moved back home by an old man who collected junk to play with his grandson.
It was too late to catch up.
This was the most dismal thing in the world.
At the end of the day, who could have imagined that the disheartened Russell in the past would suddenly become so fierce after being injected with chicken blood?
It was as if one day, the daughter of the God of War, who had been sold into a brothel, had suddenly punched the 100,000 soldiers who had come to help her improve her performance.
Sorry, I was faking it.
I have been waiting for this day for seventy years …
In the blink of an eye, the old hen turned into a duck. Even the version was different.
Who could they find to reason with?
Now, no one would regard Russell as a clown who overestimated himself, just like how no one would treat the Disaster Sword as a gigolo who sold his face.
The reconstruction of the Celestial genealogy was almost a foregone conclusion.
To the Golden Dawn, this was no longer a disease of the scabies, but an out-and-out mortal danger.
As the remnants of the Utopia, the fate between them had already been decided. They would fight to the death.
It could be foreseen that in the coming War of the Worlds, there would be many times when the two sides would wrestle.
Everyone had to be on guard.
Mathers pondered for a moment and asked again, "Woodman is gone. What about the part of the plan he was in charge of?"
"Leave it to Edward Witt," the voice said. "When necessary, how about Bennett assist from the side?"
The evil Enlightened One with the prayer beads in his hand nodded slowly and had no objections.
"This is the first time I've done the work of a messenger."
The solidified One named Edward sighed softly and put on his cloak. "I'll do my best, but it's best not to expect a temporary worker to do excellent work."
"Just do your best," the voice said. "But with every bit of hard work, there will be results."
"I'll do my best."
Edward's expression became more and more helpless. Although he was unwilling, he did not say anything more and turned to leave.
"Where's the Heretic King?"
Bennett asked, "How are his injuries?"
"He's recuperating in the Sweet Dew Pool. His foundation has been damaged, but there aren't any serious consequences," the voice said. "He's just resting for a while."
"Time is of the essence. During this period of time, I need everyone to be conscientious in their duties."
"Double the hardship, double the hard work."
Quoting Shakespeare's lines, Mathers sighed softly. "Who would have thought that we'd have to work overtime in hell?"
The impromptu meeting came to an end.
When those figures gradually left, Mathers remained where he was, holding his cane.
In the long silence, he did not speak.
He quietly looked at the tragic appearance of his companion. With a wave of his hand, he sealed his body in the sarcophagus again, waiting for the future.
"Witt, are you still there?"
He suddenly asked.
"I'm here."
The voice of the Land of Dreams came again.
The ruler, who had long become one with this moving reality, spoke again. His voice was eternally calm. "What's the matter?"
"The last message that Woodman sent back, was it true?"
Mathers asked seriously, "Is the Book of Destiny really not in the Ivory Tower?"
"No, that was Russell's lie," Witt replied.
"After receiving the news, I've already activated the Dead Sea Scroll once more and obtained an accurate result. The Book of Destiny is indeed in the Ivory Tower, there's no mistake about it.
Woodman was deceived. That was a trap that Russell had carefully prepared for us. I even suspect that Russell might have already obtained the Book of Destiny's approval. "
Mathers' expression suddenly changed. "How likely is that?"
"More than 80%."
Witt said decisively. "The remaining 20% is due to the limitations of our current information. We cannot rule out other reasons, but no matter what, the Book of Destiny is in his control."
Mathers was even more confused. He asked, "But why did he lie?"
"Because he likes it."
Witt said, "How do you know what he's thinking? For an opponent like Russell, no matter what he says or does, it might be an illusion or a lie. He can even hide his true advancement, so it's meaningless to trace the reason.
You just need to do what you should do. "
"No matter what he says, it won't change our plan," Witt said. "This is the best way to deal with him."
"But since he has the Book of Destiny …"
Mathers' expression gradually turned gloomy. He could no longer avoid this possibility.
Putting aside the enormous authority that the Book of Destiny had over the revision of events, what was even more frightening was that the Utopia's inheritance had over 400% of the revision value!
That was the great result of saving the world from hell four times!
Today, although the Utopia no longer existed, the countless results it left behind were still constantly creating more and more changes.
The revision value was probably still rising.
If Russell could really rebuild the Celestial genealogy, or even … complete the rebuilding of the Utopia, then the power he would obtain would be even more terrifying!
"When that time comes, people like us will probably be nothing to him, right?"
Mathers said coldly.
"So what?"
Witt asked in return, "Are we going to lose our composure because of this? Or should we pay a huge price to annihilate him before he succeeds?
The existence of the Utopia is just our past. It's not worth mentioning, and it can't change what will happen in the future. "
Witt said coldly, "Mathers, everyone in the outside world thinks that the three of us created the Golden Dawn, but you should know very well who really created the Golden Dawn —
Our existence is the choice of this world. Russell can't stop that outcome from happening. "
Mathers's hand trembled slightly as he gripped his cane tightly.
Witt, Mathers, and Woodman.
It was true that the three of them were important organizers and leaders of the Golden Dawn, and they all played an irreplaceable role.
However, in the past 70 years, no matter who it was, no one would have thought who was the culprit behind the destruction of the Utopia and the true instigator of this evil outcome.
Perhaps Russell had guessed a little, but Russell would never announce it to the public.
No one would believe that the appearance of the Golden Dawn came from the Utopia, no, from the will of the Astronomy Association.
It came from the person who really led them on this path. After helping and pushing, covering up all traces, he sat back and watched the evil outcome be irreversible …
The president of the previous generation's Astronomy Association!
"Wake up Aleister, Mathers," Witt said indifferently.
"After being silent for so long, it's time for us to do something. It's time for the Present Realm to witness our masterpiece," Wescott said indifferently.
After a short silence, Mathers nodded silently.
A deep sound came from the depths of the Land of Dreams.
The bell rang.
Pairs of pale eyes looked up.
The expression of hell appeared.
.
.
When they went there, they used the Rainbow Bridge as a transit station. When they returned, they did not have that kind of convenience. They had to rely on transportation.
Fortunately, there was still Raymond's helicopter. Otherwise, Huai Shi would probably have to take the students on a sled.
It took them four hours to go to Iceland, transit at the border, and then take a flight and a train. It took them more than half a day to finally return to the Ivory Tower.
What they saw was a scene of devastation.
After the disaster, almost all the buildings in the Ivory Tower had been damaged to varying degrees. Other than the students of the School of Architecture who could not stop laughing, everyone else was cursing.
After calculating the damage and repair costs, the vice president's expression was frighteningly ugly. It would take at least half a month to restore it to its original state, and dealing with the aftermath would be even more troublesome.
The most important thing was that Bennett actually ran away ….
It was simply a great humiliation.
The most bleak thing was that … he had no choice.
A tall tree attracts the wind.
As one of the signboards of the Ivory Tower, he was the best fighter on the surface, even better than Russell. Moreover, he was a Time Stigmata like Kronos, who once had the identity of a Doomsday Sentinel.
Whoever wanted to deal with the Ivory Tower, he would definitely be the first target to be dealt with.
Russell's priority was not as high as his.
Otherwise, once he loaded, everything would be over.
At least 50% of the resources consumed in the Golden Dawn raid were spent on him, and the other 50% … was blown up together with the old campus by Russell.
It could only be said that the character was too strong and was unanimously targeted by other players.
There was no gaming experience at all.
Even so, after seeing Huai Shi, he still forced a smile … It looked more and more frightening.
"Go and rest first, we'll talk about other things tomorrow at the celebration banquet."
After asking a few questions, Isaac nodded, showing a rare satisfied expression, and comforted him, "Your house is fine, Mr. Krishna hid your house in Bhagavangge immediately."
"That's good." Huai Shi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he had contacted Fang Shu immediately after changing his phone to ensure that everything was fine, the old man's vague manner made Huai Shi feel a little uneasy.
If he had known that Russell would play so big, he would not have moved the chalcedony hall back to the Ivory Tower before leaving.
So that the old man would not be worried with him.
Even if Fang Shu was fine, what would he do if his game collection and console were damaged by Golden Dawn?
After learning that the dormitory area was still being inspected and repaired, Huai Shi simply took the students home.
"You guys can stay here for the next few days, let Anya try Fang Shu's cooking."
He walked in front with big and small bags, pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and passed through the courtyard and flowerbed that Fang Shu had carefully maintained. He threw the bags at the door, looked at the familiar scene, and felt a sense of relief as if he had returned home.
The forest house behind was even more familiar, and he poked his head into the kitchen, "Fang Shu, Fang Shu, I'm back, is there anything to eat … I'll get it myself."
"Eh? Teacher's house is decorated quite well. " Anna looked around curiously, "I thought it was the kind of house that eats instant noodles in the single dormitory …"
She paused, and her smile became curious and strange, "Is it a woman?"
"Anya, don't be impudent."
Yuan Yuan knocked on her head, "Teacher is still single."
"Ah, this …" The girl was speechless, "That sounds even worse."
Huai Shi ruffled her hair, too lazy to talk nonsense with her. After hanging his coat on the hanger, he went to the living room, and just wanted to lie on the sofa and have a good sleep under the sun.
But just in front of the living room, he saw the old man winking at him with a complicated and anxious expression, as if he saw the backyard on fire but couldn't speak.
He had never seen him so anxious …
"Are you okay, Fang Shu? Are you not feeling well?" Huai Shi was stunned, and immediately quickened his pace.
But before he took a few steps, he heard the familiar melody of a game from the TV in the living room, as if someone had started Huai Shi's console and played games when he wasn't there.
But Fang Shu never touched that kind of thing, and usually watched the documentary channel and the Almighty Renovation King …
Or could it be that some bastard touched his save file when he wasn't there?
Huai Shi suddenly became angry, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed into the living room.
Then, he froze in place.
Petrified.
The afternoon sun came in through the window, reflecting the golden afterglow of the dark hair.
On the sofa, the little girl holding the controller was staring at the TV screen with rapt attention.
She seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old.
The black dress was delicate and lovely.
Two slender and long legs stretched out from under the skirt, resting on the coffee table. Accompanied by a happy humming, her toes were flexible and slightly bouncing.
Hearing Huai Shi's voice, she pressed the pause button and slowly turned around.
Huai Shi almost cried out involuntarily.
That young and beautiful face seemed to carry an eternal smile and mysterious charm, causing others to be intoxicated. One could not see the solemnity and grace of the past. What was revealed at this moment was the cuteness and mischievousness of a girl.
Her bright eyes blinked.
Looking at Huai Shi's dull face, as if she knew what he was thinking …
Her smile was proud and happy.
Huai Shi almost forgot to breathe.
He wasn't captured by this smile that couldn't be compared with all the treasures in the world, but felt an unprecedented chill and the crisis of death.
Wait, no!
Huai Shi turned pale with fright and opened his hands to stop her.
But it was too late.
Because a voice full of surprise had already sounded.
Full of joy and innocence, the girl in the black dress smiled and opened her mouth to call,
"Dad, you're back ~"
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