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When Roland walked into the parlor, he was immediately attracted by the light curtain that covered half of the wall.
The edge of the light curtain emitted a flickering purple light, as if there was a passage connecting different planes on the wall. The scene on the other side was very gloomy, like a huge hole in the depths of the earth. The thin Red River flowed like a spider's web, illuminating the rock walls and the dome. The outline of the ancient ruins was vaguely visible. Judging from the realistic visual effect, this should not be a fabricated scene, but a real-time live broadcast from thousands of miles away.
A huge blob monster was facing him, its tentacles all spread out, and a strange voice sounded directly in his mind.
"Sorry to keep you waiting... Your Majesty Roland Wimbledon, King of Graycastle. I'm Pasha, one of the survivors of Taquila. You must have heard about us from Phyllis. " "
"So this is what direct communication is all about," Roland said as he sat down on the other side of the light curtain. Nightingale, Agatha, Wendy, and Scroll were also present with him. "It's good that you guys talk for a while, so I don't have to introduce myself."
"You don't look surprised at all," Pasha seemed a little surprised. "I thought it would take a long time for you to accept that we are witches." "
Because I've seen too many things like possession and prosthetics, Roland thought to himself, but he still said calmly, "The Bloody Moon is coming, and time is running out for both of us. Instead of hiding and suspecting each other, it's better to be honest with each other from the beginning. Since you used to be the rulers of the continent, you should understand this. "
Pasha was stunned for a moment, and then she chuckled. "Phyllis is right. You are indeed a rare extraordinary person." "
"I'm just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors." Roland spread out his hands and said, "Let's get down to business. We all have the same goal, which is to fight against the demons. Apart from searching for the Chosen One, you also sent Phyllis to communicate with the secular kingdoms. Am I right? "
"Exactly," Pasha admitted generously. "At first, we just wanted to infiltrate secretly and slowly recruit or control some mortals to search for the Chosen One. The black money of the Kingdom of Dawn was one of them. However, the failure of the Church allowed us to see another kind of hope. That was to stand in front of the stage openly and gather all the witches in one place. "
"That's why you're interested in Graycastle?"
[According to the information collected, Sleeping Island in the Fjords has the largest witch organization at present, and its leader is the sister of the King of Graycastle. Graycastle is a big country that personally defeated the church, so it is a very suitable choice as the first stop to find the Chosen One. However, I didn't expect that Phyllis would contact you so quickly and bring me a piece of shocking news. To be honest, we thought it would take at least two or three years to get to this point. "
"Very good, it seems that we've saved another two or three years. This achievement alone is enough to make this conference go down in history." Roland smiled.
"It seems that you're right." Pasha also smiled. "Provided that we can defeat the demons and continue to survive in the Land of Dawn." "
"Of course, as long as ordinary people and witches put down their barriers and work hand in hand, the demons are not unbeatable." Roland paused. "I can also help you find the Chosen One. After all, it's always good to have another powerful weapon against the demons. However, cooperation must be based on mutual understanding. What do you think?"
"I agree." Pasha's tentacles swayed in unison. "If you want to know anything, please ask, Your Majesty. "
He looked around and exchanged glances with Agatha, Vendy, and Scroll. Then he slowly said, "After learning the buried history from Phyllis, my biggest question is, what on earth did you find in the ruins that made Taquila break with Starfall City and even led to the collapse of the Union?"
This was also one of the key reasons why Roland decided to take the initiative to contact the survivors. For example, the technology of soul transfer was something that current technology could not solve. The Instrument of Divine Retribution, which could replace the plan of the God's Punishment Army and completely destroy the demons, must also be extraordinary. Roland would not blindly believe that the technology he knew was perfect. Every modern person knew the principle of learning from others' strong points to make up for their shortcomings.
In fact, he had always wanted to incorporate magic power, which seemed to be omnipotent, into science and technology. When he saw that the ancient artifacts in the ruins could accurately project real-time images to the castle in the Western Region, he was sure that this conference was absolutely necessary.
There was no doubt that this ability was beyond the limits of witches.
"Pasha! "
"Are you sure you want to tell him this? "
"That's the secret of the gods! "
"How much sacrifice did we make to..."
In an instant, several voices poured into his mind. Some were worried, and some were dissatisfied. Only then did he realize that many people in Taquila were also watching this conference.
"It's because of the sacrifices we've made that we can't let them go to waste." Pasha interrupted the discussion. "If we can't resist the demonic tide, do we have to take this secret to the grave, just like the tombstones we found? "
Her loud rhetorical question instantly silenced the room. Probably because she had hit the nail on the head, no one stood up to oppose her opinion.
This made Roland a little concerned. It seemed that Phyllis' description of the survivors was not a lie. They did eliminate the influence of class and status to a certain extent. Otherwise, they would not have quarreled on such a big matter. But in general, Pasha still had a very high prestige among them.
"I'm sorry, this information is indeed very important..." Pasha lowered her tentacles toward the living room as if to express her apology. "But now, it can no longer be a secret — at least not between us." After a moment of silence, she continued, "To be precise, we didn't find the ruins, but the ruins found us." "
Roland frowned. "It found the Taquila?"
"Not the Taquila, but us in an earlier era... Around the beginning of the First Battle of Divine Will. "
Did the "us" Pasha mentioned refer to "all human beings"? For some reason, he faintly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. "That happened more than 800 years ago."
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