"Here." Belavilla pointed at her own head. "That voice can sever the spiritual connection of the Shiring Apostles. This is enough."
My expression immediately froze. After a long time, I said with uncertainty, "What does this spiritual connection refer to? Communication with the other apostles? Command link? Database? "
Belavilla became silent for a moment, as if she wasn't willing to admit the powerlessness she revealed in front of a mere voice. However, in the end, she still sighed. "If it was just that, the Fallen Apostles wouldn't listen to the orders of others so easily. After all, we are a group of arrogant fellows … However, the power that the owner of that voice possesses is even more terrifying. He can sever any form of spiritual connection of the Shiring Apostles, including any kind of information link, the most basic spiritual communication with his companions, the spiritual command of his subordinates, and even … the ability to make you lose the ability to summon the Super Space-Time Equipment. You should know that one of the most powerful technologies of the Shiring Apostles is the Super Space-Time Equipment and the Heavy Soldier System. Through them, we have obtained the power to erupt with the power of an entire army. Meanwhile, the owner of that voice can easily sever this type of connection. No matter how powerful an individual is, once they are isolated and without help, they will be drowned in the storm of the army. Moreover, the moment they fall into this type of situation within the Fallen Apostles that are filled with scheming factions, the consequences can be imagined. "
"A fellow who controls the lifeline of every Shiring Apostles … Hmm?" I subconsciously spun the cup in my hand. "He uses violence and threats to maintain his rule, but he never shows himself. This type of rule isn't reliable."
"If it was only violence and threats, this type of rule would naturally not be reliable. That is why he still has other methods." Belavilla rubbed her forehead. "The Fallen Apostles find it difficult to resist his will. Another reason is that the voice commands obedience. Aren't you curious as to why I've only told you about such important information now? "
"Nonsense. Of course I'm curious," I immediately replied.
As for who the Fallen Apostle's highest leader was, this should have been the most important piece of information to begin with. Even if it was like now, with Belavilla only telling him a 'voice', not even knowing the other party's surname or name, it was still better than knowing nothing before. However, during the few times that Belavilla woke up, she never mentioned anything about the leader of the Fallen Apostles. I even thought that the Fallen Apostles were like the old Empire, a group of fallen emperors ruling together!
We didn't even know that the enemy had a supreme commander. This is an unforgivable mistake.
However, there must be a reason why Belavilla didn't tell us such an important piece of information. Her mind had returned to normal. She had become a Shiring Apostles again, so it was impossible for her to continue serving the fallen.
"Because I just recently got rid of those things." Belavilla sighed, but the words she said made my expression change, "Ah?! Could it be that fella's spiritual power has always been … "
"Don't worry." Belavilla waved her hand. "His spiritual power can't reach that degree, and his power seems to only be effective against the Fallen Apostles who are completely controlled by the power of the abyss. When I woke up in Sylvia's spiritual world, I already couldn't hear that voice in my head. The 'things' I am referring to is a type of spiritual suggestion … or something else that is even harder to resist. The Fallen Apostles are still apostles. After we went crazy, we at least retained a type of fearless pride, so we wouldn't listen to the orders of others just because of a bit of violence. However, that fella, his spiritual power has always been guiding everyone, continuously weakening the resistance we feel towards that voice in our heads. It was to the extent where after a period of time, you would involuntarily listen to 'that great one's' orders as if it was as natural as breathing. This truly is a terrifying psychological suggestion. Meanwhile, after I recovered my self-control, I was also troubled by this type of suggestion for a long period of time. I couldn't hear that voice, but there was something like a seal that prevented me from recalling anything related to that voice. It was as if something had been removed from the core of my memory. This was clearly a barrier that fella placed in every Fallen Apostle's memories to prevent anyone from divulging secrets. Once someone loses control, they will immediately forget all secrets. I suspect that even now, my own memories aren't complete … I can't even remember where my previous base was. This is too abnormal. "
"That supreme commander, what kind of fella could he be? Do you not have the slightest clue?"
"It's a pity, even though I want to help you." Belavilla shook her head. "The only thing I can be sure of is that fella is a member of the Xiling Empire. His soul perfectly matches the Schilling Race's mental network, or else he wouldn't have been able to guide the Shiring Apostles' minds. Even though the mental network that we are so proud of has been defeated by the abyss, other than that, it has never been damaged. Even the gods of the Star Domain cannot penetrate it. The only suggestion I can give you is: Search from the emperors of the old Empire, find those emperors who are proficient in mind control. It would be best if they are Soul Snatchers like Sandora. Although that person's power is strange, in essence, it is still a kind of spiritual energy. Maybe … "
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't think of who the mastermind is," Sandora's voice suddenly sounded in the mental link. She had been listening from the side since the beginning and only spoke now. "Among the emperors of the old Empire, there are only three Soul Snatchers with powers similar to mine. One of them has his name on the monument in the Archive Library. He and the other twenty-nine brothers and sisters have turned to dust. The other one is proficient in mind attacks rather than mind control. Moreover, the Soul Snatchers have very strong mental power. I have experienced it myself. As a Soul Snatcher, even if they fall into the Gate of the Abyss, they can at least retain the mind to self-destruct before they go crazy. This is not difficult for me, and it is the same for that fella."
"Indeed, I remember now. After the cataclysm in the Archive Library, Yorger self-destructed in front of me." Belavilla sighed. "It seems that we won't be able to guess which old friend has become the boss in a short period of time."
"But at least we know that the enemy we have to deal with is one and not a group of them." Sandora's voice was still so relaxed and calm. "Belavilla, you always surprise us every time you wake up."
"But I just want to eat some cake." Belavilla tried her best to stuff dessert into her mouth, but her eyelids were already starting to struggle. "Damn it. Enjoying life with my own will is different from sharing it with someone else's memories. I was too busy talking to you today!"
"Actually, if you are willing, I can get Tawil to create a new body and separate your will …" I looked at Belavilla's annoyed face and I suddenly felt a little sympathy. You are the leader of a generation and now you are being compressed into half a meal a month.
"No … need." Belavilla tried her best to swallow the food in her mouth. Then, she glanced at the handheld that she had taken out earlier but hadn't had the time to play with it. Her head was already swaying back and forth. "It's a waste of effort … I can't be separated from Silvia. Yawn. One last thing … Stay by Silvia's side more often. Your power … makes me wake up … faster … Zzzzz …"
Belavilla lowered her head with half a piece of pudding in her hand. I walked forward and patted her shoulder gently. The silver-haired girl slowly lifted her head and said in a melodious voice, "I'm so full. Belavilla ate a lot of things again."
2P break. Now it's 1P again.
"That …" Silvia said slowly as she looked into my eyes carefully. "Is what Belavilla told you useful? Have I been of any help? "
"Of course, you helped." I smiled and nodded at her.
I had only come here a few days ago to see if Belavilla had woken up and if I could get any information from her. Silvia ended up paying attention. She could communicate with Belavilla in a strange way, but it was more troublesome to wake her up. Belavilla's awakening was a mental burden for both of them. That was why Silvia had been sleeping for the past two days so that she could help.
"Waking Belavilla up is the most I can do," Silvia said slowly. Then, she looked around the shop and called out, "Number 998. Can you pour a glass of orange juice for Chen?"
Raven 998 came to the table with a sad face. "Matrix, why don't I accompany you for a chat? I really have nothing to complain about in this world. "
Silvia took half a minute to react. "Huh?"
"Cough, cough. I will leave first. Take your time to chat."
After Belavilla left, I felt that the average intelligence of the people in the shop had dropped significantly. I was afraid that it would be harmful to my body and mind if I stayed in there for too long. So, I quickly bid farewell. When I reached the door, Silvia's voice rang out. "Oh."
After leaving Silvia's shop, Sandora and I were still talking through our mental connection. Every time Belavilla woke up, she would bring us more important information. Now that I looked at it, it was because she had been awake for a limited amount of time and the information she could gather was limited. On the other hand, there was a more important reason. It was because of the existence of a certain 'spiritual suggestion' that made her forget many things.
But how did this mental suggestion gradually weaken? That was a question that puzzled everyone. There was a commander behind the Fallen Apostles. There was no doubt about that. Moreover, no matter who the commander was, he couldn't be a reckless person. Based on the behavior of the spiritual suggestion he gave to the Fallen Apostles, we could infer that the commander was very cautious. In that case, how was it possible for Belavilla's spiritual lock to be slowly unlocked by itself?
I suspected that Ockham had coincidentally broken the shackles when he plotted against Belavilla. However, there was no basis for this. Furthermore, Sandora, who had always considered the worst-case scenario for her enemy, was unable to accept the situation where "an accidental amnesia caused the shackles that the highest commander of the Fallen Apostles had meticulously set up to become ineffective." Thus, the second possibility was the case.
"It seems that it is Ah Jun's halo effect again." Her Majesty the Queen sighed faintly in our mental connection.
"Purification?"
"According to Father's words, you are a source of information disturbance." Sandora said. "Regardless of the method, anyone who comes into contact with you will be able to recover from the power of the abyss. Belavilla's resurrection and spiritual unlocking might also be related to this. It would be great if Tawil could find the technique to amplify this disturbance. "
Then, I would sit in the broadcasting room and read a prose poem to the enemy's land, sea, and air forces before the battle, 'The little loudspeaker has started broadcasting'. Thus, our army would be invincible, right?
Sandora expressed that this was a good prospect.
Setting off from Sylvia's small shop, it wasn't far to the school district after passing through the outer military blockade. After walking along this road for a short while, I arrived at the commercial street commonly known as the Academy Road. A blue figure that suddenly appeared in my line of sight caught my attention, interrupting my thoughts about the supreme commander of the Fallen Apostles.
Anyway, it was of no practical value for us to know that the enemy had a supreme commander. It was impossible for our intelligence forces to infiltrate deep into the Fallen Apostles' inner circle to spy on them. I would just leave this matter to the adjutants of the headquarters to deal with.
"Yo! Eleanor, are you still calculating? "
I smiled as I walked to the side of the little girl in the blue dress who was squatting on the ground and calculating.
"Wah!" Eleanor jumped up in an instant and looked at her own fingers. Then, she suddenly revealed a flustered and exasperated expression as she bared her fangs at me. "Damn it! Baddie! I'm out just by looking at you! "
"What are you calculating? Yesterday's income? " I chuckled as I looked at this Ice Fairy who only had a combat strength of 9. She really wasn't threatening at all. Then, I looked at the shop behind the little girl: Eleanor's ice cream shop.
"I'm calculating … calculating …" Eleanor was instantly at a loss for words. The ice wings on her back slowly drooped down. A few seconds later, the surrounding temperature started to drop rapidly. This stupid Fairy suddenly pounced on me. "It's all your fault! Baddie! Hurry up and tell me what I was calculating just now! If I can't calculate it, I can't open for business today! "
Ugh, I can't open for business if I can't calculate it. What kind of important data is that?
"Wuwuwu, I can't even remember why I can't open for business if I can't calculate it." Hearing my question, Eleanor instantly became even more dejected as she squatted on the ground. She took out an ice shard and started drawing circles on it.
It took me quite a bit of effort to cheer up the depressed Ice Fairy. Out of curiosity, I requested to visit her shop. Unexpectedly, Eleanor was very welcoming of it. She practically dragged me into the shop by the hand. The moment I entered, I was shocked.
The floor was covered with ice, the windows were covered with ice crystals, the chandelier was hung with foot-long icicles, the chairs were covered with ice shards, and ice shards of all sizes could be seen everywhere. The service counter that looked like a bar was even covered with a thick layer of ice, making it impossible to tell what it originally looked like. The small shop was chilly and chilly, and there were two refrigeration blowers on the opposite wall, blowing out cold snowflakes. The scene in the ice cream shop was like the Ice Age, it was at least a few degrees below zero!
"There aren't many customers!" Eleanor seemed to be unusually happy to enter such an environment. She bounced into the bar counter. "Seriously, there were so many people who said they were willing to come to support us before we opened the shop. Why did they only come once and then not come again? Ah, do you want ice cream? I froze it myself! This is a special product! "
I hurriedly waved my hand. "Don't bother, I can just eat a piece from the table."
You're using this ice cream shop as a buffet!
I have to say, Eleanor once again refreshed my worldview. She let me know how stupid an idiot can be. According to what she said, there hasn't been any customers since a few days ago. Then what was she calculating at the door early in the morning?
Hearing my question, Eleanor was momentarily stunned. Then, she suddenly clapped her hands. "Ha! So that's how it is. There aren't any customers. I was wondering why I couldn't calculate anything. So it turns out that I haven't sold anything before! "
… This thing must be easy to kidnap and sell, right?
Eleanor's ice cream shop was destined to have no customers. I couldn't imagine how hot a person would have to be to come to such a place to cool off because it would be hard to determine who would be frozen harder in the end, you or the popsicle. And this might also be the first ice cream shop in history that could provide self-service or even homemade food. You just have to take a bottle of water and stand at the door for a while, then you'll have iced mineral water to drink when you return.
Eleanor had a childish temper and quickly forgot about someone scaring her. Now, she enthusiastically introduced her shop to me. I, on the other hand, focused on the table. There was an unlucky fly in the crushed ice on the table. It was still maintaining its soaring posture. Obviously, it was frozen the moment it flew in.
"This is a milk popsicle!"
The ice fairy placed a large box on the counter. She poured in a liquid that had been stirred to the point where it couldn't be recognized. Then, she rubbed her hands on the box and poured out a large pile of milky white ice cubes.
"Ah, I forgot to put a stick in!" Eleanor exclaimed.
I casually picked up a so-called milk popsicle from the counter and threw it on the ground. It instantly made a large dent.
If it wasn't so easy to melt, it would actually be a good building material.
A certain ice fairy obviously made a mistake with the recipe of a normal ice cream. She didn't realize how scary it would be to freeze popsicles in this kind of environment. She was still playing with the ice cubes. Suddenly, I felt a movement in my chest pocket. Jingle crawled out while shivering. "Tsk tsk, it's so cold. Ah Jun, are we at the Frozen Continent again?"
As she spoke, the little one took out a small bag and carried it on her back. Then, she crawled into the warmer collar. She was about to move.
I thought maliciously, if I were to throw her into a glass of water, would she turn into a piece of amber like that unlucky fly?
For the sake of my own health, I stood up to bid farewell when Jingle crawled halfway. In the end, my movement caused Eleanor to raise her head from the popsicle box. She immediately saw Jingle crawling into the collar and immediately greeted her happily. As mentioned before, Jingle and Eleanor had become good friends. Thus, the two idiots were exceptionally affectionate when they met again. I braved the -16 ° Celsius cold wind and wondered if it would be more suitable to open a medicine shop next to Eleanor's ice cream shop. After leaving the shop, I could take a left turn to treat a cold and show the humanistic care of the city planning.
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