Seven hundred years ago, Bertilla Augustus actually attended Gwen Cecil's funeral …
This was really out of Gwen's expectations. He had no recollection of it at all. Of course, it was normal that he had no recollection of it. After all, the main purpose of this body was to lie in the coffin for people to pay their respects. However, there was also a group of bigwigs who attended the funeral. The first generation of founding doves were all hot-tempered. During court meetings, if they disagreed with each other, they would use benches to fight all the way from the White Silver Castle to the Iron Cross Street. At that time, Bertilla, who had already become a Dark Druil, actually dared to get close to him …
It could only be said that she was really concerned about Gwen Cecil's death.
"Actually, it's not that difficult." Bertilla seemed to know that Gwen was surprised by this. She shook her head and smiled helplessly. "At that time, the All End Society was not as' famous' as it is now. You should know that we had just started our activities at that time. And … as a High Druil, I always have a way. "
Gwen nodded and did not delve into the matter. "As you said, Gwen Cecil used his soul to make a deal. So after his death, his soul withered and his body was just an empty shell. So he could never be resurrected. Then …"
An idea slowly formed in his mind. Although it was bizarre, he could not get it out of his head.
He exhaled and said in a low voice, "This empty shell, it really seems like it was prepared for me, isn't it?"
Bertilla's eyes widened. Obviously, she had never considered this direction before today.
It was her personal feelings and her natural vigilance against the wanderers that had blinded her originally sharp thinking and judgment.
"Don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking." Gwen looked at Bertilla and shook his head helplessly. "I'm just guessing. I don't know the details. I don't have this part in my memory. Maybe it was erased by someone else, or even by myself. But we can keep this possibility open. The body that Gwen Cecil left behind was for me from the beginning."
Gwen Cecil made a deal with a mysterious existence in the Eternal Dark Seas, using his soul as a bargaining chip.
When he heard those words, Gawain's heart was already in turmoil. He had been pondering over the secret of his "resurrection" and the destination of Gawain Cecil's mysterious voyage back then. However, there were key links missing in the middle of everything. All the clues were isolated from each other and couldn't be connected as a whole.
Until now, the information revealed by Bertilla allowed him to make a bold guess. Although the clues were still incomplete, at least he had a reasonable conjecture.
The so-called deal that Gwen Cecil mentioned to the people next to him after his return was this' resurrection '700 years later.
But the target of his resurrection was not him, but an extraterrestrial visitor hanging alone in the universe.
But how did Gwen Cecil, an ordinary human, contact a satellite far away in space?
Those crystals … The crystals of unknown origin that he handed over to the Mithril Vault for safekeeping seemed to explain some of the problems.
When Gwen came into contact with those crystals, he successfully reestablished contact with the satellite in space, which meant that the crystals functioned as a kind of 'communication medium.'
Seven hundred years ago, Gwen Cecil should have found those crystals during a long voyage, perhaps in the so-called 'Eternal Dark Seas.' Those crystals allowed him to contact Gwen in space. In a communication that was deliberately erased, the souls of the two worlds reached a deal.
As for how this deal was reached and what motives Gwen Cecil had at that time, it was unknown.
However, Gawain had a vague conjecture. If all his assumptions were true, then what he was doing now might be the content of the deal they had agreed on back then.
He slowly exhaled.
A series of exciting hypotheses, but hypotheses were just hypotheses. As long as there was insufficient evidence, he could not take his imagination completely seriously. These were just possibilities.
"Extraterrestrial wanderers can also be troubled by memory problems … This is really beyond my expectation." Bertilla snorted. "It seems that your race is not without shortcomings in the mind."
Looking at Bertilla's expression, Hao Ren wondered how many non-existent characteristics the Eternal Sleepers had imagined in the 'extraterrestrial wanderer' race card. Perhaps there was a special 'extraterrestrial wanderer behavioral characteristics (imagination) research lab' among the Eternal Sleepers.
If there was a chance, he would ask Daniel to look into it. If there was, he would see if he could add some 'artistic embellishment' into it.
The most effective way to deal with the cultists was to be better at bragging than they were. This was the greatest experience Gwen had gained after successfully fooling the Eternal Sleepers for the first time.
"Of course we have shortcomings. Mortals have shortcomings," Gwen said faintly. "And I want to remind you again. At least for now, you can treat me as the real Gwen Cecil, whether it is based on the memory I inherited or his own reputation."
Bertilla stared at Gwen for a long time as if she was facing a difficult choice. Finally, she suddenly laughed. "The real Gwen Cecil … Do you know what the real Gwen would do if he was standing here?"
"His first reaction would be to chop you up," Gwen said faintly.
Bertilla was stunned.
"Do you still remember what you said in the dream? You are in trouble, big trouble, "Gwen continued without any expression." You have taken the wrong path, but you have to let the Holy Spirit Plains, and even the entire Ansu pay the price for you. Of course, the All End Society has accepted their punishment. You have become like this, but Gwen Cecil will still draw his sword. "
Bertilla lowered her eyelids slightly. "… It seems that you have inherited almost all of his memories …"
"But I'm not done yet. His second reaction would be to chop the sword on the ground next to you."
"Why?"
"Because you are Bertilla, and because of your current appearance … there is no need to chop the sword," Gwen said quietly. "Do you think you are still a living person?"
Bertilla was stunned.
Her senses were spreading, and her spirit was spreading in this twisted body.
She could feel the dark and deep earth, and also the cold autumn air. She could feel the water rushing through her roots, and she could also feel the birds landing on the branches. The bold little animals had begun to settle down in the branches, bushes, and grass pits, preparing for a new home.
A wind blew through the sky of Thorin Castle, and the leaves on the edge of the giant trees rustled. The huge canopy stretched out under the sun, and at a very high place, it covered the scorched earth.
She had taken root here, and this was her new home, and also her eternal prison.
In the meeting hall of the dark underground palace, Bertilla, or a part of Bertilla, lowered her head to Gwen. "So, as an extraterrestrial wanderer, what do you think of me?"
"I want to confirm first." Gwen thought for a moment and looked down at the Pathfinder sword in his hand. "If I cut you down here, will you die?"
"… I'm afraid not." Bertilla shook her head. "You will only cut off one of my roots. The right thing to do is to completely destroy the whole tree … the whole tree is my body. You can only kill me if you use your powerful explosive tools and your magical flames that can burn everything to ashes. You can burn the entire tree and the underground structure to the ground.
"It's not easy. From the perspective of survival, my life has undergone a 'great evolution', but I know it's not difficult for your army. You can do it.
"And burning … is indeed suitable for the cultists."
Gwen glanced at the sword in his hand and sighed slightly.
"We've set enough fires here. There's no need to burn this land a second time," he said as if he was talking to himself. "And you … just stay here quietly. Your presence here may be beneficial to the people of the Holy Spirit Plains."
Bertilla lowered her head, and no one knew what she was thinking. It was not until a few seconds later that Gwen heard her voice. "I understand, Gwen … brother."
Gwen raised his eyebrows.
This could be considered as a deal being struck.
He nodded and pulled the conversation back on track. "What else is in this palace? What's below? "
"There is nothing worth exploring below. When the body of the false god broke free, it destroyed the support structure at the bottom. In order to temporarily imprison it, the remaining priests blew up the passage and the rock bottom." Bertilla shook her head. "If you don't believe me, you can go down from the east corridor. I can sense a gap there. You should be able to see the collapsed passage and the stacked rock strata. In fact, if it wasn't for the rock strata on both sides of the underground rift squeezing towards the middle to form a new support, and my roots maintaining the structure of the underground palace, this place would have collapsed along with the underground. "
Gawain frowned. This was a regrettable situation. He was still looking forward to unearthing more secrets and even lost technology from this ancient underground ruin, but now it seemed that with the destruction of the Man-made God and the resistance of the priests of the End of All Things, all the ancient secrets here had been buried underground along with the collapse.
"Don't be too regretful," Bertilla said. "There is not much at the bottom. This ancient palace was not built by us. It was built by an ancient civilization that had been lost for eons. There is a power entrenched in its depths that even we can't fight against. So for hundreds of years, our main activity area is basically in the middle and upper levels. Most of the rooms and corridors at the bottom are completely sealed. There is nothing inside except the decaying air and hollow echoes.
"The only two valuable areas at the bottom are the room of the hierarch and the rift where the body of the false god was created. But the body of the false god no longer exists, and the most valuable thing in the hierarch's room is …"
As Bertilla spoke, she raised her hand and passed the book that she had been holding in front of her chest to the front.
"This is it."
Gwen's attention followed Bertilla's movement to the book.
The moment he saw it, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
He vaguely felt something familiar from this book. This feeling was similar to the "spiritual resonance" he felt when he contacted the satellite, but there was a significant difference. It was like … some kind of counterfeit. Although it tried to imitate it, it was ultimately not the real thing.
Or to put it another way, he could feel a clear spiritual vibration when he resonated with the satellite, but when he faced the book, he could also feel a similar resonance, but it was much blurrier and more chaotic.
"What is this?" Gwen asked curiously.
"The Book of the Ultimate, the only thing we found at the bottom of this underground palace that is safe and can be controlled by mortals," Bertilla said. "For the past hundreds of years, it has belonged to our hierarch."
"The Book of the Ultimate … sounds extraordinary." As Gawain spoke, he looked at the black book cautiously. He knew that curiosity was one of the driving forces for human progress, but too much curiosity could also bring danger. Although he did not feel threatened by the book, it was of unknown origin and emitted a strange aura, which made him wary.
… Should he touch it or not?
"Before the Grand Hierarch fused with the false God's body, she gave it to me, hoping that I would lead the Universal Endgame." Bertila continued, "But as you can see, the Universal Endgame has already disappeared, and I … have also become like this. This book is useless to me, extraterrestrial wanderer. If you want it, you can have it. "
Gwen thought for a moment before he finally took the book and cautiously flipped open its cover.
The next second, a voice rang in his mind.
"Detected illegal media login system."
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