Bertilla looked at Gwen calmly.
Even though her heart was aching, she still had to maintain a calm demeanor. This was the last pope of the All Things Doomsday Society, and the last bit of dignity she could maintain in front of the 'extraterrestrial wanderers'.
The Book of the Ultimate, which had played countless roles in the past hundreds of years and helped the All Things Doomsday Society complete numerous important projects, had finally ended its long service. Perhaps … this was indeed its destiny.
The pope had given this book to her, along with the inheritance of the All Things Doomsday Society. Now, it was time for this wrong inheritance to come to an end.
What was to come next might be the era of the gods, or it might be the era of the fallen, or it might really be the era of the wanderer and the new order that he created. But no matter what, since she had managed to survive in such a state, she should be prepared to face her next fate, no matter where that fate … led her to.
She smiled faintly. She tried to make herself smile like a human, but the face of the plant made her expression a little stiff. "So, does this mean that we have reached some kind of … cooperation?"
"I think so." Gwen nodded slightly. "In the Cecil Empire, the All Things Doomsday Society is no longer a threat, and I don't mind having a plant that can heal the land under my rule, as long as this plant is willing to obey the basic laws of the empire. And you … I hope you can cooperate with us, and cooperate with our further investigation of the All Things Doomsday Society. "
"Of course." Bertilla said softly. The wooden structure around her wriggled, and the flexible vines and roots split into numerous thin branches. The thin branches slowly intertwined, and little by little they outlined something. "This … is my second 'sincerity' other than the Book of the Ultimate."
The thin branches finally condensed into an outline, and Gwen was surprised to see that they had formed into a large three-dimensional structure. The area was almost one-third of the hall, and in this three-dimensional structure, corridors, rooms, broken walls and partitions were clearly visible.
"This is …"
"The structure of the underground palace that my roots have sensed." Bertilla smiled faintly. "I know you have found a 'guide', but Bard does not know the entire structure of the underground palace. And this place has undergone collapse and deformation, and about half of the rooms and corridors are no longer in their original positions, or there are hidden structural risks. I hope this map can help you. The reddish-brown room is our laboratory, and the gray-white room is the archive. All our data, the most advanced and the bloodiest are in these rooms, please feel free to use them. As for how to choose … it's up to you. "
The most extreme and advanced biochemical technology laboratory in the human world was finally opened to Gwen.
"I will use it." He said with a smile.
Amber and the others, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, finally received Gwen's instructions. When they returned to the hall, the first thing they saw was the wooden three-dimensional map that occupied one-third of the hall. However, Bertilla, who was supposed to be standing near the "map", was nowhere to be seen.
Amber moved to Gwen's side in a few steps. She looked around vigilantly before she asked curiously, "Where is the vegetative person?"
Gwen: "Vegetative person?!"
"Yes, a person who grew up with plants …"
Gwen: "…"
He thought that Amber had mastered a word that he had never taught her, but it turned out that she had just made it up.
"She's still here." Gwen shook his head. "This giant tree is her. This is the result of her forcibly resisting the power of the pseudo-god body. And if you're referring to the human body that she has imitated … she has gone deeper, to the collapsed layer that we can't enter. "
"Sounds pretty powerful …" Amber scratched her head. "Collapsed layer? It doesn't sound like a good place. What is she doing there?"
Gwen looked not far away, at the secret chamber behind Bertilla. The chamber was once filled with human remains, which were moved from all over the crypt by Bertilla in a muddle-headed state. But now … it was empty.
"She's going to hold a funeral. She got my permission. After all, even if the cultists were burned to death, they are allowed to be buried. "
Amber blinked and noticed that Gwen was holding a big black book in his hand. She had never seen this book before. "What's this?"
"… An ancient artifact that may hide a huge secret. It's damaged now, but I think it still has research value," Gwen said casually. He then looked at the operation team members standing near him and pointed to the map in the hall. "This is the current structure of the crypt. It should be accurate. The future exploration work should be based on this map. Prioritize moving the things in the grayish-white room to the surface. As for now, let's go back to the surface first. There's still a lot of work to be done. "
After waiting for a long time on the surface, the female Knight, Marguarita, and the Pitman finally saw Gwen leading the team out of the dark passage.
Although they had been able to contact the operation team below through the magic network terminal, Gwen and the strange 'female immortal' had talked for a long time. During this time, everyone was very nervous. Fortunately, everything was fine in the end. Marguarita could not help but feel relieved.
"Your Majesty," the female Knight greeted. "Next …"
"It's a little complicated. Let's go back to the camp and talk about it in detail," Gwen said and looked around in surprise. A large number of leaves with beautiful magic patterns were scattered on the lush grass and bushes. These leaves obviously came from the canopy of the giant tree above them. He looked at the female Knight and asked, "What's going on? Why are there suddenly so many leaves? "
When he was talking to Bertilla below, she looked normal, so Gwen was a little concerned about the leaves that suddenly fell.
"I'm not sure." Marguarita shook her head. "It suddenly fell about an hour ago. But other than that, there's nothing unusual."
Gwen blinked and touched his chin. "… Maybe it's because the weather is too cold. After all, they're plants."
It can't be that the leaves fell because of heartache … Bertilla said she didn't care.
Suddenly, an invisible wind rolled up around them. The grass and trees swayed and rustled. Gwen, who was about to leave, felt something and stopped. He looked in the direction of the giant tree and saw a large number of vines with flowers suddenly growing out. The vines twisted and stretched, and Bertilla's figure emerged from them.
If it were not for the vines behind her and the roots under her feet that were connected to the earth, Bertilla who emerged from the vines looked no different from a normal person.
The vigilant soldiers around immediately raised their weapons. Marguarita also put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist. But Gwen waved his hand to stop them. He looked at Bertilla and asked, "Are you done with your business?"
"It's all over," Bertila said faintly as she glanced at the wary gazes around her. Even though she did not need to turn her eyes to see everything within the range of the giant tree, she still used this body to make such a human-like gesture. She sighed. "How unwelcome … Is this really okay?"
"There's nothing wrong with it." Gwen's eyes were calm. "The Empire needs to recuperate. This land needs to be healed. You can take root here and heal this place. You have the ability. Let those who were displaced by the disaster you caused return to their homes and fill their stomachs. Let the flesh and blood of you and your compatriots become the nutrients of this land. This is the perfect arrangement. It's far better than creating a new pile of ashes on the plains. "
"I don't have the ability to heal the entire Plains of the Holy Spirit. My coverage is limited to the Solin area …"
"Then heal the Solin area. Our reconstruction project needs a bridgehead." Gwen nodded and then paused. "I'll withdraw half of the camp here. But I'll keep the military camp in Solin Castle and the sentry post in the south. You know what I mean. "
Bertilla slowly smiled. "Necessary caution and necessary kindness, Brother Gwen."
…
The weather was getting colder and colder. Winter was approaching. In this country located in the north of the continent, cold air always came earlier than other places. However, in the relatively warm south, the warmth brought by the giant sun still lingered on the earth.
It was just past noon. The sun was shining on the open land in the eastern suburbs of Cecil City. The warm sun dispelled the chill brought by the north wind. Maggie sat on a crate beside the test field. She looked up at the giant sun and slightly narrowed her eyes.
In the Duchy of Holy Dragon, there was no such warm sun. It was always a world of ice and snow. The whistling cold wind would always rule the mountains and forests. All of Maggie's memories of her hometown were built on the snow, the cold wind, the mountains, and the ancient tomb-like stone buildings.
And many years later, her memories were connected to the mountains in the north of Ansu.
Winter Fort Academy had a warm furnace, but outside of Winter Fort Academy, there were still mountains, snow, and endless cold air … But even so, she still liked that place. She liked it very much.
And here, in the south of the Empire …
The warmth here was different from other places. The vitality here was also very different from the rough and passionate life of the mountain people in the north.
This novel place felt pretty good.
She smiled and looked at the center of the test field.
The magicians were busy around a huge and strangely shaped machine. The main structure of the machine was like a stubby vertebra or a gyroscope. A large metal ring engraved with runes floated below it. There were two wide half-moon shaped wings on both sides. On the top of the 'gyroscope', there was a simple cockpit made of metal and crystal glass. On both sides of the cockpit, there was another pair of wings that looked like dragon wings. It was supported by a mechanical structure and a steel frame. Its shape was so strange that any knowledgeable great sorcerer or naturalist would not be able to associate it with any known thing or guess its function.
But this strange thing was a treasure in the eyes of everyone here. The respected magicians were sweating profusely around the machine, and Rebecca, as the chief designer and commander-in-chief, was controlling the overall situation. Maggie even saw the siren lady named 'Tyre'. The lazy and unmotivated siren had also come to the test field. Now, she was using the tip of her tail to copy a sonnet on the ground to fight off the sleepiness brought by the sun while staring at Cecil's' new mechanical gadget '.
As a visitor from a higher civilization, Tyre was not only a spectator in the test field, but also a consultant. Although the technological tree of the two races was very different, and Tyre could not express her opinion in the field of mageweaths, but at least in some parts of the same technology — such as mechanical structure and mechanics — she could give some suggestions.
The technicians seemed to have completed the final debugging.
Rebecca was clapping her hands, and then the imperial princess turned around and looked at Maggie's seat.
"Maggie! It's done! Let's fly again today! This time, it will definitely work! "
Maggie smiled, jumped down from the crate, and walked to the strange big machine.
Rebecca's chattering voice came from the side. "… The last crash was due to the vibration of the rudder and wing panel. This time, we have adjusted its connection method, it will definitely work …"
"You can relax and operate it normally. There are no changes in the control. Those joysticks are perfect.
"This time, we will definitely fly. This time, it will definitely fly!"
Rebecca clenched her fist and waved it twice. Then, she smiled brightly and added the last sentence.
"And it will land smoothly … at least face up."
(Book Push Time!! The book is called 'Player's Super Justice', written by Buqi Shi Xian (looks like a newcomer, but is actually a veteran), a book about crazy troublemakers after transmigrating to another world and becoming an NPC.
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