Under the summons of Metro the Third, the archbishops who had once left the conference hall returned one by one, and the scene quickly returned to normal. The only difference was that the extraterritorial wanderers were sitting at the round table.
This indescribable existence was looking at everyone with a smile on his face.
Magnum was the last to return. When his figure solidified at the round table, his first reaction was to look in the direction of Gwen. He then covered his forehead and sighed. "Damn it … I thought it was an illusion … What's the situation now? Have we been corrupted by the extraterritorial wanderer before being corrupted by the higher-ups? "
There was a sense of desperation in his tone.
Gwen smiled gently and looked at Magnum. "I don't have the habit of corrupting anyone, but if you are interested, I can try."
Gwen was quite confident in the power of mathematical concepts such as Riemann's hypothesis and Fermat's Last Theorem. He thought that with the help of his high authority in the mental network, he could mash up this knowledge and inject it into the surface memory of the target in a messy way. The effect should not be worse than the mental corruption of the evil god.
And when he said those words with a gentle smile, Magnan almost had goosebumps all over his body.
Urey, who was not in a good state, looked up at Magnum, and then at the "extraterritorial wanderer" next to him. His face twitched a little. In fact, he really wanted to change his seat immediately, but probably no one here was willing to change seats with him. As an archbishop, he could only bite the bullet and continue to sit, and he felt that his condition was a little worse than before.
"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm not a man-eating magical beast, and I won't absorb your souls like a demon." After successfully livening up the atmosphere, Gwen said with a smile, "I've searched your mental network a little bit and found that some of your views of me are very … interesting. There are many misunderstandings, so you are too nervous about me.
"I'm not interested in your souls or lives. I came to this world just to …"
At this point, Gawain suddenly paused. He glanced at Selina Geerfen, who was not far away, and pondered for a moment before continuing.
He thought for a while and said, "I just want to enjoy the journey in peace and fulfill a promise."
He originally just wanted to say "enjoy the journey," but before he said it, he suddenly remembered Gwen Cecil's mysterious voyage, the "soul trade," and Selena Geerfen, who might know some of the inside story. In order to establish initial trust and to clear the obstacles of future actions, he deliberately added the word "promise."
Although he did not know what this so-called "promise" was, Selena knew, and that was enough.
Everything was just as Gawain had expected. After the last sentence was said, the archbishops present seemed to be at a loss. However, Selena Gehrfen's expression suddenly changed slightly, and she glanced in their direction.
As for Meghul III, who was floating in the air … Gwen did not know how to judge the expression of the ancient pope for the time being. Although he felt that the facial changes of the "starlight amalgamation" should have some similarities with Kamel, the color spectrum of the two seemed to be different … Kamel had not turned black so far.
As Gwen's voice trailed off, Daniel also received a message secretly transmitted. The "Eternal Security Director" stood up and looked at Gwen in disbelief and fear. He said in a trembling voice, "You … can see what we put in the mental network …"
Gwen looked at Daniel and could not help but sigh in his heart. It's a pity that such acting skills can't be involved in the magic film industry.
"Your mental network is not a secret to me," Hao Ren sighed in his heart and nodded. "Of course, I don't have a hobby of prying into your privacy. I just find something that interests me. You don't have to worry about your memories being read by me."
During the conversation, Gwen continued to strengthen his strange and powerful image as an "extraterrestrial wanderer," emphasizing his control of the mental network.
After a long time of arrangement, it was finally time to unveil his disguise. He decided not to hide anymore. Instead, he wanted to make himself appear more difficult to resist. This way, he could seize the initiative to the greatest extent in his hands. As for whether this would make the Eternal Sleepers fearful … he did not care at all.
He was already an "extraterrestrial wanderer." Did he need to care about his "friendly image" in front of the Eternal Sleepers? He might as well continue to strengthen this image. Anyway, in fact, he had indeed penetrated their mental network.
The archbishops' faces became more or less unpleasant. This feeling of having their secrets and lifelines in the hands of others was obviously terrible, especially for those who had been in the top echelons of the church for a long time. But after a short silence, they still calmed down.
They had worked hard for hundreds of years and generations with "God" as their imaginary enemy.
Compared to personal emotional ups and downs, they could bear the pressure that ordinary people were not willing to bear for the sake of the overall situation.
"Then, since you have been 'watching' …" A dignified female archbishop with half-elf features sighed and looked at Gwen. "We don't have to waste our breath anymore. What is your attitude about the upper narrators? "
Seeing how the archbishops adjusted their mentality so quickly and how they behaved in front of an "extraterrestrial wanderer," Gwen could not help but sigh in his heart.
They were all excellent talents, but unfortunately, they had taken the wrong path.
He knew that he might not be qualified to judge whether the path of civilization was right or wrong, but at least from the position and perspective of a ruler, he could not tolerate the path of every dark cult.
Fortunately, the Eternal Sleepers had not let things get out of hand like the Everything-Endgame. He still had room to intervene.
"I just said that I agree with Selena Geerfen," Gwen said slowly. "My view on the 'monster' brewing in Sandbox No. 1 is that it must not be allowed to break through the shackles, and it must not be allowed to rule the real world as a god.
"There are enough gods in this world, and each of them means trouble. We don't have to add another one.
"Under this premise, we can cooperate."
"Then what form of cooperation do you want?" Archbishop Yuri braced himself and stood up. "Are you willing to take action against Sandbox No. 1 yourself? Do you need our cooperation? "
"It's easy to talk to smart people," Gwen nodded with a smile, then said while thinking, "I don't know more about Sandbox No. 1 than you do. I also need to go in to determine the situation. I'm relying on the fact that the mental pollution in Sandbox No. 1 should have no effect on me. As for your cooperation … I'm afraid I need more than just cooperation. "
As Gawain spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked at everyone present.
"I need you to strictly follow my arrangements during the operation. After the operation is over, and the crisis in Sandbox No. 1 is resolved, you must also … be incorporated by me."
After that, he leaned back in his chair and watched the archbishops on the scene in a relaxed manner. They instantly fell into a discussion.
He appeared to be very confident about the issue of sandbox No. 1. This was to increase his bargaining chip in this negotiation, but his confidence did not come out of nowhere.
As a "satellite spirit," his mental structure was extremely special, almost naturally restraining all attacks and mental pollution in this world. The mental pollution in Sandbox No. 1 should be no exception. At the same time, due to the influence of the "legacy of the Deicide Fleet," he had a certain degree of "natural enemy effect" to the gods in this world, including the relics of the gods and even the remains of the gods themselves. The level of the upper-level narrator in Sandbox No. 1, who had not yet fully formed, should not be higher than this level.
Even if the situation in Sandbox No. 1 was more bizarre than he had imagined, and the upper-level narrator broke free from imprisonment and became a god earlier than he expected, he still had a backup plan.
He had already asked Tyre to send a message to the Siren Queen, indicating that there might be an additional meal in the near future.
To be honest, if the upper-level narrator stayed in the depths of the dream without a "medium" to enter the real world, the situation was indeed a bit tricky. After all, the invisible mental pollution was the most difficult to deal with. But if the "god" recklessly came to the real world and obtained the foundation of the real world …
There was a saying, once the health bar lit up, things would be much simpler. It would be a matter of throwing it to the sirens for a while …
Of course, it did not rule out the possibility that all means would fail, and even the sirens could not fight against the upper-level narrator. There was a possibility that a malicious true god would directly come and destroy the world. Gwen was also prepared for this.
He would try to warn the Dragons and even be prepared to face another "Battle of the Tides," so that everyone could die with dignity …
He could not be blamed for being pessimistic. The main thing was that he had to be mentally prepared to face the gods. Most of the disobedient people of the past had thrown themselves into the terrible cause with similar wills.
In the hall, there was a lot of discussion. The senior leaders of the Eternal Sleepers obviously could not accept Gwen's conditions for the time being.
Gwen just smiled, sat in his seat, and waited for their discussion to come to an end.
Some things must be explained in advance. Otherwise, after the matter was resolved, there would only be awkwardness and suspicion left.
But on the other hand, taking over a dark cult through a crisis was also something he did not dare to imagine before. Even at this moment, he was not sure that he would succeed. Even if the situation was better than him, it was difficult for him to make one of the three dark cults bow to him with a deal, a crisis, and a few words — even if he was an "extraterrestrial wanderer" in their minds.
It was his identity as an "extraterrestrial wanderer" that made the Eternal Sleepers resist.
After all, they had worked hard for so many years to break free from one shackle. They would not welcome another shackle to fall on their heads.
Finally, the discussion in the hall gradually subsided. Everyone's eyes first fell on Gwen, and then on Meghul III in the air.
After a long silence, Meghul finally spoke.
"This so-called 'incorporation' … What are you going to do?"
"I've said it before, I'm not interested in your lives or your souls, but I won't allow a dark cult to continue existing in my order. Of course, I know that your main area of activity is Typhon, but my order won't necessarily be limited to Cecil," Gawain said calmly. "I'll reform you, from the entire cult to each and every one of you. I'll put many people on trial because you've committed a lot of sins as cultists, but if you actively accept the reform, I'll allow most of you to live to make up for your sins. I'll also promise that under the new order and law, you can still devote yourselves to your cause. Don't you want to break the shackles left behind by God? Continue to do it, because I am also very interested in this. "
Gwen paused for a moment and smiled.
"In a sense, this is a brighter future for you. As a dark cult, you will get the opportunity to return to the light. All you have to do is to accept the 'reform'.
"Lastly, I would like to add one more thing: I am not a god, and I will not become a new god. You can pledge your loyalty to me as if you were a mortal king, and you do not have to worry about receiving a new shackle."
After Gwen finished speaking, the hall fell into a short silence.
The archbishops were waiting for Meghul III to make a statement.
Selena Geerfen's eyes fell on Gwen.
"We can't give you any answer now," the wriggling cluster of starlight finally spoke. "We hope to have an uninterrupted and unmonitored discussion. We will tell you the result at the next meeting."
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
It was expected.
It was obviously not easy to incorporate these Eternal Sleepers.
But as long as Meghul III showed that there was a need for discussion, things were already developing in the direction Gwen wanted.
"A reasonable choice," Gwen said indifferently. He slowly stood up and glanced at the hall. "But I also want to remind you that you don't have much time. The higher-ups will not wait for you."
"We are well aware of this," Meghul III said in a deep voice. "But we also want to emphasize that no matter what your conditions are, all of this will only take effect after the matter is really resolved. If the crisis of Sandbox No.1 cannot be resolved, even the cooperation itself will be meaningless."
"Of course …"
Gwen said with a smile. As his voice trailed off, his figure gradually disappeared from the hall.
It was not until the majestic figure disappeared and the hall was silent for a few minutes that an archbishop could not help but break the silence. "This time … he has really left, right?"
"I don't know …" Yuri said with a gloomy face. He moved his body unnaturally, as if he was still not in a good state. "I keep feeling … there is still someone around me."
Magnum thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I throw another Psionic Storm?"
"Damn it! Enough! Your Psionic Storm can only hit your own people here. It has no effect on the extraterrestrial wanderers at all! "
Gwen, who had only lifted his invisibility and did not leave at all, sat next to Archbishop Yuri and nodded in agreement.
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