After waking up from the brief dizziness and the illusion of spatial displacement, the first thing Gwen saw was Amber's face right in front of him.
He helplessly pushed the half-elf's head away. "Do you have to be so close to me every time?"
Amber put her hands on her hips. "I'm bored, and you still want me to watch over you. Why don't you find someone else next time?"
Gwen ignored her nagging. He just stood up, stretched his body that was a little stiff from sitting for too long, and then looked around.
It was a room without any decorations. The walls were made of metal and wood, and the roof was covered with iron sheets. The furniture that were easy to assemble and transport were placed in the room, forming a simple and practical style. Other than the necessary tables, chairs, and bookcases, there was almost nothing else. Not far away, there was a window covered in translucent resin. Outside the window, one could vaguely see the majestic Sentinel Tower standing on the ground.
This was the "Pinnacle Base" near the Magnificent Wall. This room was his place of rest and work.
Gwen stretched his neck and asked casually, "Did anything happen while I was online?"
"Solderlin came once to report the situation of the sentinels. I have asked him to put the report on your desk. Other than that, no one else came."
Gwen nodded and exhaled. "Okay … Got it."
In his mind, he recalled the new clues he got from the previous network meeting.
The Doomed Society had a technology called the "Dark Bridge" … This technology was related to the Magnificent Wall. It could be used for communication, and it did not seem to be used for ordinary communication …
Linking it to Solderlin's encounter, there seemed to be high-ranking members of the Doomed Society active near the Magnificent Wall. They had snuck into the communication center of the elven monitoring station … Was their purpose to use the "Dark Bridge"?
Those vines in the Shadow Realm were connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower, and when those vines were burned, the first part to be hit seemed to be the part connected to the communication module …
Amber blinked as she watched Gwen fall into silence and ponder after waking up from the "Internet" state. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened?"
There was no need to hide that from Amber. The half-elf was an expert in the field of intelligence and infiltration, so Gwen went straight to the point. "Those vines in the Umbra Realm might be related to something called the 'Dark Bridge'. It's a means of communication that the Doomsday Cult secretly built inside the Wall … Not only did they use the vines to corrupt and tamper with part of the Wall's surveillance system, they even stole part of the Wall's functions."
Amber was surprised. "They're making such a big fuss?"
"The history of the Cult of Darkness is as old as the human kingdom. They were born in the same era as the Magnificent Wall. It's not surprising that they can do this," Gwen said casually. "What I really care about is that they built such a special communication channel … What they want to communicate with?"
"Hmm?" Amber didn't understand what Gwen meant. "What else? Of course, it's to contact their cultists."
"To contact the cultists, do they need to steal a line from the Magnificent Wall?" Gwen glanced at Amber. "The Doomsday Cult's activities are mostly concentrated in Ansu and Typhon. Their members aren't so spread out that they need to build a communication channel across the continent, and the Dark Bridge isn't very convenient to use. In order to get a signal, they need to take a certain risk to get close to the elven outposts. It's not suitable for daily contact with the cult members."
Gwen's meaning was very clear. With the Doomsday Cult's current size, building a communication channel like the Dark Bridge was risky and inconvenient. It didn't seem to be worth it.
Unless they had a target that they needed to use the Dark Bridge to establish contact with.
The two men in the room fell into deep thought and silence at the same time. In the brief moment of contemplation, Hu Po, who had been dealing with intelligence for a long time and was sensitive to the blind spots in his mind, suddenly raised his head thoughtfully. He looked at the window covered in alchemy resin and the vast wasteland outside the window.
…
After logging out of the mental network, Heti was temporarily paralyzed by the uncomfortable feeling of dizziness and body paralysis. She rested for a dozen seconds in the immersion pod.
The others who connected to the mental network through the immersion pod were in the same situation. Except for Kamel, who didn't have a nervous system.
When everyone sat up from their respective immersion pods, the ancient sorcerer had begun to simulate the mysterious and complex elven runes with holographic projection in the open space of the Network Connection Hall.
"It seems that the elves' bottleneck is indeed very serious." The arcanist noticed that Jenny and the others stood up and said in a low voice, "To be honest, I've seen a small part of these rune arrays before. A thousand years ago, during the Starfire Age of Gondor, the elves were already using this rune structure. Now that a thousand years have passed, I can see that they have indeed made a lot of small improvements in this structure. They have become more precise, more complex, and more efficient. But in essence … the way these runes are organized is still the same as in the Starfire Age."
"But their technology in the field of gravity manipulation is still much more advanced than ours," Jenny couldn't help but say. "If we can really complete the translation and optimization of those rune arrays, the 'air force' that the Lord once conceived will definitely be realized."
"We can fly in the sky!" Rebecca's excited voice also chimed in. "I'm looking forward to this! You know, the biggest blow to me when I was learning magic was that I couldn't learn levitation and flight. Of course, I couldn't learn anything else, but the magic that could let me fly the most was still the magic that could let me fly! "
They began to discuss the logic of runes and the magic skills of the elves.
The discussion was in full swing and full of enthusiasm.
Heti silently walked out of the immersion pod. She listened to Kamel and the others discussing the mysteries of the magic world and watched Rebecca excitedly dancing among the three. A faint smile appeared on her face.
She was also a sorcerer. Once, she was also immersed in the laboratory, lingering among the runes and formulas.
That was great.
However, the foundation laid by the ancestors needed a chief of internal affairs, not a researcher with mediocre talent.
Heidi tidied up her slightly messy hair and tidied up her dress, which was slightly wrinkled due to the immersion. After a short while, Cecil's chief steward, who was exceptionally skilled, came back.
She still had many things to do in the day when the ancestors temporarily left the territory.
Of course, the first thing to do was to knock Rebecca's head. After all, it had been three days since she last hit her.
…
In the dark and deep underground palace, the high-ranking clerics of the Cult of All Endings were wearing black robes or clerical attire. Their bodies were more or less mutated. They were sitting at an oval long table.
"Our 'Dark Bridge' has been exposed." The tall and thin Hierarch Hilton stood up from his seat with a gloomy face. "Gwen Cecil has noticed the magic vines growing in the Shadow Realm. The elves will soon be warned."
The clerics discussed in low voices. But soon, a pale-faced, bony man in a black robe coughed twice. "Ahem. Actually, we don't have to worry too much. After the Great Wall was destroyed, the Dark Bridge was abandoned. We have reestablished contact with the wastelands with the help of the Eternal Sleepers. Those magic vines in the Shadow Realm … are now just some rotten plants. It's fine if we lose them. "
"Our plan has entered the final stage. The awakening of 'God' will solve all problems. Under this premise, the loss of the Dark Bridge is acceptable." Another female hierarch spoke. "But we still have to be careful. The exposure of the Dark Bridge may bring about changes. That Gwen Cecil is a very vigilant person. He will definitely warn all the factions he can come into contact with."
"Damn it. Can't we think of a way to get rid of that old bones that crawled out of the coffin?" A preacher with short hair, an aquiline nose, deep eye sockets, and an angry expression on his face could not help but mutter. "He is already a huge uncontrollable factor. And now, he just so happens to have left his territory at the border of the wasteland. It's not like we don't have a chance to act."
"Even if he has left his territory, he is still a Legend." Bertilla, who had been silent all this while, finally broke the silence. She looked coldly at the hierarch who spoke just now. "A Legend, with multiple high-tier champions around him and a large army armed to the teeth. Are you going to use your fibrotic brain to assassinate him? That will only bring about more variables. "
The hierarch, who was mocked by Bertilla, spread his hands. "We have to do something."
"Speed up the awakening of the false god's body and ensure the release of the Abomination Mutagen. That is what we should do," Bertilla said flatly. "It is not easy for our brethren to send back information from the wastelands. We have to make sure that this precious knowledge can be put to use."
"Now, let us discuss the next problem — the passage between the Abyss of Flesh and the surface."
The meeting did not last long. The cultists were always more efficient than the king and the nobles. All matters were quickly discussed, and soon there were only a few people left in the huge underground palace hall.
Bertilla and the elven twins stayed, and so did Hilton.
"Let's talk about the Abomination mutagenic agent." When there were only a few people left in the room, Bertilla looked at Hilton and said slowly, "Although everything was announced to be normal, I heard that … the mutagenic agent showed some unexpected … activity?"
"It's just a small problem," Hilton said with a straight face. "It should be that the humans had some genetic mutations in the seven hundred years after they left the wastelands, causing them to react too strongly to the mutagen. This is an unavoidable situation. After all, our brethren on the 'Inner Wall' were the mutagen completed in the primitive wastelands. Its effect outside the wastelands must have some changes. "
"The Grand Hierarch does not care about the reason, as long as the mutagen works as planned," Bertilla said, and then looked at the elven twins sitting not far away. "How is the status of the psychic projector of the Eternal Sleepers? When can we make the next contact with the wastelands? "
"The projector can be used at any time, but that requires the 'Wanderers' in the wastelands to arrive near the projection site before the connection can be established," the elven twins said in unison. "According to the agreement, the next time they arrive at the projection site will be between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Very good." Bertilla nodded slightly and stood up. "The Grand Hierarch will be satisfied with this."
With the rustling sound of roots rubbing against the ground, the woman who had lived for centuries left the hall.
…
In the depths of the wastelands, in the home of the corrupted Gondor, the tireless Wanderers were still continuing their seemingly endless trek.
A series of twisted giant 'trees' moved between the soil and rocks as their tentacle-like roots licked the barren and cracked earth. A disorderly wind carried deadly radioactive dust as it whistled through the branches of these giant trees.
One of the leading giant trees stopped, and behind it, all the giant trees and the giant aberrations that followed behind the 'forest' also stopped.
The surface of the trunk of the leading giant tree wriggled, and an old and strange face emerged from the cracked bark. A dry and strange voice came from its rustling branches and roots. "The uninvited guest has begun to strengthen the cage."
"They can only buy some time," another giant tree said. "Our paradise will eventually spread throughout the new world. The foolish beings of the old world are destined to become the dust of time and history like their gods. Every struggle they make now is only to make the coming of the apocalypse more violent. "
"Soon, soon …" "Soon …" "Soon …" "Soon …"
A series of shuffling noises echoed in the forest. The rustling and squirming noises made one's hair stand on end. And amidst the shuffling noises, they once again moved their roots and continued their seemingly never-ending wandering.
"The new world will eventually come …"
The squirming forest sang in unison.
"We will take root in the new world.
"We have found the best location in the next era.
"This location … does not need anyone from the old world to meddle and spy …"
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