Gwen knew that there must be a shadow of the disobedient behind the All End Society because the 'Great Evolution' they carried out was obviously an extension of the Disobedience Plan.
But he did not expect that the 'shadow' was actually two elves.
He thought that the members of the Disobedience Plan were only humans.
"They were elven scholars who had been employed by the Kingdom of Gondor since a thousand years ago. At the same time, they were also members of the Holy Druil Cult … at least on the surface," Bertilla continued. "When the Ancestral Peak attack happened, they disappeared in front of the cult members. I even thought that they had rushed into the wasteland of Gondor like the other crazy cultists. But years later, they suddenly reappeared and revealed their true identity.
"At the same time, they also brought the Disobedience Plan."
Gwen looked at Bertilla. "There is no doubt that with your situation and mentality after the 'divine attack', the Disobedience Plan had a great impact on you."
"It was more than just a great impact …" Bertilla slowly shook her head. "We were inspired by this great and almost tragic plan. We were impressed by the wisdom and courage of our predecessors. We were the poor wretches who were destroyed by the malice of the gods. But when we were at our most desperate, we suddenly saw a glimmer of light from the other rebels. The technology and ideas they brought were something we could not refuse."
"… The Disobedience Plan is indeed the greatest self-rescue operation in the history of mankind, but mortals always make mistakes. As you said just now, time and paranoia have derailed everything," Gawain lamented. "Not all of the disobedient persevered. I'm afraid you have unfortunately encountered a disobedient who has deviated from their original intention."
Bertilla did not respond. Perhaps she did not know how to respond at the moment.
Any explanation was pale and powerless in the face of the truth. The scorched earth in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plains and the giant 'Thorin Tree' was the final answer to the All End Society's centuries of effort and persistence. It was a cruel conclusion, but there was no way to refute it.
However, doubts arose in Gawain's heart.
The Elven Twins were once part of the Disobedience Project. They had cast aside their racial differences and stood shoulder to shoulder with humans against the gods, standing against the Great Mana Tide that destroyed the Kingdom of Gondor. After thousands of years of baptism, they finally passed down the key technology and concepts of the Disobedience Project to the Order of Everything's End … Was their goal just to cause such a calamity in Ansu?
Although that man-made god was terrifying, Gwen knew very well that He was not at a level where mortals could not resist. Even without the Cecil Army, even if He could destroy the entire Ansu, He would not be able to destroy Typhon and the Silver Empire.
As a conspiracy that had been planned for thousands of years, the end of the curtains seemed to be somewhat anticlimactic.
He really couldn't figure out what the Elven Twins, Firna and Rayna, were up to.
Perhaps Veronica would know? After all, they were both ancient rebels, and they might know each other …
Gwen shook his head and noted down the new doubts for the time being. He then asked, "What else do you know about the Elven Twins? Where are they now? Are they here too? "
As he spoke, he could not help but look behind Bertilla.
In the secret chamber covered by vines and roots, the human remains that were piled up together had begun to gradually disintegrate.
Without the continuous replenishment of life, these dead priests finally returned to the earth. Bertilla had imprisoned these people in a daze for too long, but now that she had woken up, it was time to end it all.
Those corpses would soon become nutrients for the giant tree … and then, under the power of nature, they would eventually become the new fertile soil of the Holy Spirit Plains.
"They are not here. When I awakened the 'body of the false god', they were on a mission elsewhere." Bertilla shook her head. "I have been in a daze all this time. I don't know where they are, but I think they are still alive."
It was always difficult for ghosts to 'die', especially the ghosts of the rebels.
Gawain was not too surprised by this, but he was a little regretful and irritated. The amount of help the rebels could provide when they were on their side was the same as the amount of harm they could cause when they were enemies or uncontrollable factors. He had finally experienced this.
"I have been with them for hundreds of years, but I still don't know much about them," Bertilla continued. "They always appear together, talk and act together, as if one soul is controlling two bodies. They have a kind appearance, but in fact, they are more cunning and dangerous than anyone else. They are mainly responsible for matters related to the Disobedience Plan, but they are also in charge of technical work related to the Wall of Grandeur. After all, they were born in the Silver Empire, so they have a certain understanding of the technology of the Wall of Grandeur."
Gwen nodded silently, and when he heard about the Wall of Grandeur, he could not help but raise his eyebrows. "Speaking of the Wall of Grandeur … What is your connection with the wasteland?"
Bertilla hesitated for a moment, but soon she twitched the corner of her mouth and said with a strange smile, "Inside the Wall of Grandeur … is the other half of the All Perish Society."
Gwen's eyes widened. "The other half of the All Perish Society?!"
"Didn't we just say that when the ritual at the Ancestral Peak went out of control, and the power of the gods struck, a large number of followers of the Druil, the Dream Sect, and the Storm Sect rushed into the Gondor wasteland to seek for their own destruction …" Bertilla's smile was cold, as if revealing this part of the secret was not stressful to her at all. Instead, it was very pleasing to her. "But not everyone who rushed into the wasteland died. The Druil has always been the best at adapting to changes in the environment and surviving in extreme situations."
Gwen's expression suddenly turned serious. "… So, the Druil who rushed into the Gondor wasteland survived, and adapted to the environment in the wasteland through some sort of evolution and mutation, and became the 'support' and branch of the All Perish Society in the wasteland?"
"Yes, at least that's what we have always thought." Bertilla's voice was cold. "They were active in the wasteland, collecting information for us, especially data on the mutants and the demonic wave. We had always thought that whether it was inside or outside the wasteland, all of our fellow followers were working hard to disobey the plan, but apparently that was not the case.
"The loss of control of the pseudo-god's body was half the work of those freaks."
It was only at this moment that Gwen finally understood the cause and effect of the grand conspiracy of the All Perish Society from the beginning to the end. He also understood the final stage of the creation of the 'man-made god', and what the cultists in the underground palace had encountered.
Those Druil who rushed into the wasteland and survived … they had probably been completely twisted in the terrible and terrible chaotic magic environment, and had long given up on their self-awareness and code of conduct as humans. However, due to the obstruction of the Great Wall, the All Perish Society could only maintain limited contact with the wasteland, and they were completely oblivious to all of this.
To be honest, the death of the All Perish Society was indeed unjust.
But considering the harm they had caused, Gwen could only say that the dead cultists were the good cultists.
He really did not dare to imagine what would have happened if the All Perish Society had not encountered this' self-destruction ', and if they had created a complete and conscious' Amoun the Giant Deer ', what would have happened? By then, the Cecil Army would not have been able to stop them.
And with the human's defense line collapsing, it would be completely unknown if the bunch of salted fish could have made it in time to save the day.
He sighed and said with a frown, "If that's the case, the 'half of the Doomsday Society' on the wasteland is probably still alive … No one knows what they're up to next, they're still a threat."
"Yes, no one knows what they will do next," Bertilla said slowly. "So, if you want to rush in and wipe them all out, I will support you — if you can do it."
"You know it's impossible." Gwen glanced at Bertilla. "Counterattacking the Gondor wasteland is a great goal, but unfortunately, the Cecil Empire is still unable to do it."
"The Cecil Empire, huh …" Bertilla was startled when she heard the name, and then her voice suddenly became a little erratic. "I saw the gold-rimmed Cecil flag hanging on the camps, and I knew it …"
After a few seconds of silence, Gawain heard the old man say in a low voice, "It was my suggestion to put the sword and the plow together."
"I remember, you want the future generations to remember the hardships of development, and also hope that the nobles with the sword will not forget to protect the people with the plough."
Bertilla smiled. "But actually, it's because the design of the sword and plough together was too ugly."
"… You never said that."
"It's been seven hundred years, and I finally said it." Bertilla sighed, a little self-deprecating. "You have indeed inherited his memory, and I almost thought you were him."
"Now can you tell me, why did you say that Gwen Cecil's soul has completely withered? Why do you know this? "
Bertilla quietly looked at Gwen in front of her.
This was an extraterritorial wanderer, a soul of unknown origin, an "indescribable thing" that came from the stars and could occupy other people's bodies.
He and his race were a mystery. They shuttled among the stars, creating destruction, providing shelter, and observing. They seemed to do whatever they wanted, but also seemed to abide by some rules.
The Eternal Sleeper was afraid of the power of the extraterritorial wanderer because the latter could completely restrain the spells of the spiritual domain. She herself was also very afraid of this extraterritorial wanderer because he had occupied Gawain Cecil's body.
But today, they had such a long conversation, it seemed that … the extraterritorial wanderer could also communicate and even trade.
Perhaps it was an imitation he made after taking over the body of a human, or perhaps it was just one of the countless faces of his race. But whatever the case may be, at least now he appeared kind and rational, and claimed that he had no ill intentions towards this world.
Sometimes, life needed a little adventure — so did turning into a tree.
Gwen did not know what Bertilla was thinking as she looked at him quietly. He could only try to maintain his calm and friendly persona. Then he heard Bertilla say, "Gwen Cecil once went on a voyage that no one knew about. Since you have inherited this memory, you must know about it."
Gawain's breathing suddenly stopped for half a beat.
This half-beat was noticed by Bertiracha.
"I know there was such a voyage," Gwen calmed down and said in a low voice. "But the specific memory is blank, as if the relevant content has been deliberately erased. I suspect that this is the only memory I did not inherit from Gwen Cecil's mind."
Then he stared at Bertilla and asked, "Do you know the inside story of that voyage?"
Bertilla shook her head and said, "I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. I was not with him at that time, and I'm also very curious about what he encountered and saw on that mysterious voyage. But there is one thing … now it seems that I know more than you."
Gwen's eyes were burning. "What is it?"
"After returning to the mainland, Gwen Cecil once said something to the people around him," Bertilla repeated word by word. "He said that he made a deal in the Sea of Eternal Darkness, using his soul as a bargaining chip."
Gwen was speechless.
Bertilla continued, "No one knew what he meant by that sentence, and he never mentioned anything about that voyage after that. It is said that even a wizard specially checked his soul, but he did not find any problem, so that inexplicable sentence was quickly forgotten. Only the old and immortal would always remember it.
"After Gwen Cecil's death, I found a way to sneak into the funeral and finally confirmed the authenticity of that sentence.
"Normal human beings, even ordinary people, will have their souls left for more than a few days after death. Under the right conditions, the souls with obsession can even stay for several years. The powerful Extraordinaires can even maintain a certain level of self-consciousness after death and have the opportunity to transform themselves into undead creatures to continue 'living'.
"But Gwen Cecil's body, which had just died, did not have a trace of his soul.
"It was an empty shell."
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