To be honest, Gwen did not mind that Pitman was once a Druil of the Apocalypse (and a follower of the Church of Eternal Rest). And from a long time ago, he vaguely felt that the little old man had a certain connection with the Fallen Druil. Even if there was no connection, Pitman could not be an ordinary low-level Druil.
Gwen knew too much about the high-level theurgy, and he knew too much about the history of the Druil Cult. Even though he explained that it was all part of the heritage of the Druil, Gwen did not believe him. And even if he did not consider the knowledge beyond the low-level Druil heritage, Pitman's creation of the 'Inverse Change Formation' was also a matter of concern. The Inverse Change Formation required the technology of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor, and the runic array itself had a structure beyond the orthodox Druil heritage. These things … were very difficult for ordinary Druil to come into contact with. Only those Apocalypse believers who were obsessed with extreme technology, and those senior Druil who were holed up in the woods of the Silver Empire who specialized in ancient secret arts would be able to come into contact with this.
The senior Druil of the Silver Empire would not go to the human world to cheat, so Gwen was more inclined to the former.
When he finally broke the ice, Pitman was completely relaxed. He held the cup of tea that was not so hot, and said with a sigh, "Actually, I hesitated for a long time whether to tell you this. After all, you look like a good lord, but I also have to be careful of my own head …"
"Now that things are out in the open, I'm sure you're feeling a lot more relaxed." Gawain smiled. "I don't mind which cult you joined back then, as long as you're willing to work for me now. And to be honest, your experience of joining two dark cults is actually valuable to me. It's hard to grasp the secrets of the Universal Finality through normal means."
He only mentioned the Apocalypse because there was a better spy among the Eternal Sleepers. Daniel, who had been promoted to the Bishop of Nightmares, was a better source of information than Pitman.
"Don't expect too much." Pitman reminded. "The Apocalypse has a strict internal control, and while the Priest of Withering is already in the upper echelons, the secrets I can access are still limited. And I've been away for decades, it's hard to say if the internal situation is still as I know it."
Gwen looked into Pitman's eyes. "At least you can tell me the general structure and how they operate, and the general purpose."
Pitman pondered for a moment, and then recalled, he said, "… The Believers of Withering are the most basic members of the Apocalypse.. Believers of the Believers of Wither, the lowest Druil, merchants and small nobles who donated their wealth, as well as a lot of ordinary people …"
"Above the Believers of Withering are the Forest Herders, and from this level onwards, it's completely composed of extraordinary individuals. The Forest Herders are an important force of the Apocalypse. They are responsible for roaming the world, using various means to recruit new members, spreading the doctrine of the Apocalypse, causing destruction, managing the Believers of Withering at the grassroots level, or carrying out the orders of the Priests of the upper echelons … "
"Above that is the Priest of Withering, this is the rank of the Forest Herders. Usually, only mid-tier extraordinary individuals can be promoted, but there are exceptions. The Priest of Withering is qualified to study the ancient books, and learn and participate in the various taboo research of the Apocalypse … "
"Above that is the Hierarch, which is equivalent to the Bishop. Only at this level can you access the true secrets of the Apocalypse, understand everything about the Apocalypse, and have the qualification to talk to the Hierarch …"
"The Hierarch is the highest leader of the Apocalypse, and the lower echelons of the Apocalypse have only heard of him, but not have the qualification to meet him. It's said that the Hierarch lives in an ancient underground palace, researching the most taboo flesh and blood techniques … "
"The Apocalypse has a very strict organizational structure and strict internal management. The members of each level have the corresponding authority to act, and the lower echelons do not have the qualification to know the full picture of the organization, nor do they have the qualification to know the contents of the orders from the upper echelons. This is to prevent secrets from being leaked, and also to prevent defectors from causing damage to the organization.
"The Apocalypse preaches to the lower echelons like brainwashing. They will use curing incurable diseases, bestowing power, and even immortality as bait to make the followers unswervingly loyal. The various secret techniques they have can indeed fulfill their promises to a certain extent, such as curing diseases and extending lifespan. But as far as I know, this kind of shallow technique isn't the true goal of the All Things Will End. They have an even bigger plan, and I don't know the details of that plan. But from the direction of their research, I believe that they are pursuing … some kind of evolution. "
Gwen's eyebrows raised, "Evolution?! What do you mean? "
"I don't know the details, but I have met a female Hierarch called 'Bertilla'. She is a woman who is crazy and paranoid about biochemical modification. She even fused her body with a bloodthirsty plant, becoming half plant and half human. She once told me that those modifications are part of the 'Great Evolution', and from what I know, other Hierarchs have more or less similar modifications, and their modifications are all in preparation for some sort of 'Great Evolution' …"
Gwen rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. Using biochemical modification to seek 'Evolution', this does seem like a path that the lunatics of the Apocalypse would take, but is their goal really just to pursue 'Evolution'?
Unfortunately, Pitman only knew this much. He had only reached the level of 'Withering High Priest' in the Apocalypse, and the secrets he had access to were limited to the concept of 'Great Evolution'.
Gwen asked again, "How much do you know about the cooperation between the Apocalypse and the Eternal Sleepers?"
"I only know that the three major religions have established a cooperation since the beginning of the fall into darkness. The Apocalypse provides biochemical modification technology, the Eternal Sleepers provide knowledge and … 'Thinking Assistance', and the Children of the Storm … they are a very special group. They bring secret forbidden knowledge from the deep sea and all sorts of magic materials that can't be found on land. Other than that, they have almost no communication with land. They seem to be looking for something in the deep sea, and are not that close to the other two religions. The Apocalypse has a fixed connection with the Children of the Storm, but 'we' don't know what those lunatics of the sea want to do. We even think that they have too much contact with the dark and twisted secrets of the deep sea, and have been specialised in both spirit and body. Sooner or later, they will turn into something like the sea monsters and completely turn to the other side of the sea. "
"Looking for something …" Gwen muttered, "Maybe we can ask Tyre … No, that salted fish probably won't think of anything, they only care about their big squid …"
After a moment of silence, Gwen knocked on the table and said, "Let's go back to the issue of artificial nerve cord."
"Artificial nerve cord does have the hidden dangers you mentioned, and it requires neurosurgery, which is extremely risky. At least when I left, there was still no hope of a breakthrough in this technology." Pitman nodded. "But if we want to achieve the interaction between the human brain and the runic array without using the secret technique of the Eternal Sleepers, the nerve cord or similar nerve modification is an inescapable medium. I don't know where you got this part of the technology, but you must have noticed its function: there must be a biochemical interface between the human brain and the machine. Of course, if you have a special spiritual talent, or are good at the secret technique of the Eternal Sleepers, then it's another story … "
"You're right, the biochemical interface must exist, but it doesn't have to be implanted," Gwen interrupted Pitman. "Remember Patty's crown?"
Pitman was startled, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. "You mean …"
"The Eternal Sleepers have further research in this field. Patty's crown is essentially a non-implantable cranial nerve interface. It doesn't need to open a hole in the nerve to establish a stable connection between the human brain and the runic array."
"But the core part of the crown can't be simplified, and it uses a lot of materials that can't be obtained by conventional means …"
"Our technicians haven't found an idea, but someone has made some progress." Gwen smiled, pulled out a document from the desk, and pushed it to Pitman. "Take a look. You should be able to understand it."
Pitman took the document in confusion. He noticed that the words and pictures on the paper were written not long ago, and they still exuded a faint ink fragrance. After seeing the specific content of the document, he could no longer take his eyes off it.
The information was just sent to Gwen by Daniel through the mental network. It was also the second batch of information on the brainwave connection technology.
Pitman looked up in amazement. "This is …"
"A non-implantable nerve cord, using a clever complementary contact structure to increase the fault-tolerance rate, and adding a layer of filtering and protective runes, which can effectively reduce the user's nerve pressure and reduce hallucinations and hallucinations. Most importantly, because it is non-implantable, it can be quickly cut off when there is a problem with the connection. Although it may cause some sequelae, at least there is no need to worry about brain death."
"It doesn't seem to be finished yet …"
"Yes, there are some key points that can't be finalized because of the lack of practical testing." Gwen nodded. "The person who designed it … temporarily does not have the conditions to do experiments."
Daniel had just settled down in the capital of Typhon. In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he had to keep a low profile. Before his private laboratory was completed and he gained the trust of the Royal Association of Mages of Typhon, his experimental conditions were limited.
"The person who designed it …" Pitman heard a deeper meaning from Gwen's words. He realized that he still knew too little about the pioneer who came back from the dead.
Behind this lord, there were still some invisible people or forces working for him.
"We have experimental conditions, laboratory, personnel, materials, everything." The old Druil raised his head, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "Now we have an expert who is experienced in the field of Endgame and Eternal Sleep. And we only want twice the reward."
"If you can turn these drawings into real objects, I can give you three times the reward."
"Oh, then everything will be easy to handle."
After Pitman left, Gwen relaxed behind the desk and sighed. He then stood up and came to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the study.
There was no distinction between good and bad technology, the key was the person.
After today, Pitman should be able to make greater contributions to the territory. As a Dark Cult cleric who had put down his burden (and joined the cult twice), how useful could his knowledge be?
Gwen was very much looking forward to it.
He looked through the crystal glass of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the still ongoing small scuffle between the girls in the courtyard.
Tyre finally could not stand the snowballs anymore and rushed into the courtyard to join the fight. Now she had turned into a sea monster with a diameter of more than ten meters by the pool. Dozens of tentacles extended from her body and threw snowballs in all directions. The ferocious and indescribable giant limbs were like the monsters of the abyss that wreaked havoc in the human world. And opposite this huge sea monster, Rebecca was raising her staff under the cover of Amber and brewing a fireball bigger than a door.
Gwen: "???"
No … where is the warm daily snowball fight between the girls?
The window of the study on the second floor was pushed open. "You guys, come up!!!"
The last snowball fight of Rebecca and the other two this winter was over.
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