When Bertilla Augustus exclaimed, Gwen's suspicions were confirmed.
The unfamiliar woman before him was indeed the 'old friend' in his memory, the princess of Typhon seven hundred years ago, the acknowledged saint of the Druil faction in the north.
However, she had completely changed her appearance and identity. Only a part of her voice and soul remained the same.
She had lived for seven hundred years! And she had become a high-ranking member of the All Things Doomsday Association!
All the chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but Gwen's expression did not change. He strode towards Bertilla. In this dimension supported by the power of dreams, he had molded himself into the appearance of Roland Augustus, the founder of Typhon.
But obviously, Bertilla was not fooled by the 'phantom' in her brother's face. She still remembered that this was an illusory dimension created by spiritual projection. Everything in front of her eyes might not be real. Especially when it was her brother who had died under the Sentinel Tower seven hundred years ago who had come back to life.
She didn't know who was behind this farce, but it was obvious that this communication, which was supposed to be strictly confidential, had been targeted.
She stared at the tall figure who was approaching and seemed to be ready for a fight. "Who are you?"
"You really disappoint me." Gwen replied coldly. At the same time, he had raised his right hand, and a silver-white longsword flashing with lightning appeared in his hand. "You actually chose this path!"
He knew that he had angered Bertilla and was ready to fight openly. In this battlefield of the spiritual world, he was not afraid of any form of direct confrontation, especially since his opponent was obviously a newbie who relied on magic rituals or props to enter the 'dream'. If he could take this opportunity to detain her or the minds of the people around him, he would definitely gain a lot of information.
Bertilla opened her hands, and an invisible wind began to surge around her. The two elves also began to chant an ancient and mysterious spell, stirring up the power of magic. The shriveled figures in black robes also raised their skinny arms and gathered their power.
Gwen raised his longsword, the sword of the founder of Typhon, Roar of Thunder. At the same time, a smile was brewing at the corner of his mouth.
These people were indeed newbies in the dream world. They did not understand the rules of battle in this spiritual world.
Heart power and spiritual power were the real power here. The magic and moves that flowed on the surface were just illusions in the dream.
In the next second, Bertilla's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.
The figures of the two elven sisters disappeared immediately after.
The black-robed, emaciated figures quickly disappeared as well.
The smile at the corner of Gwen's mouth stiffened. After a short breath, he suddenly woke up.
He woke up from his bed in the pinnacle base. In his vision was the familiar prefabricated roof and the faint light from the street outside the window. Amber's light snoring came from next door.
Gwen, "??"
He was stunned for a moment before he realized what had happened. They were noobs, but they were not stupid.
They had unplugged the network cable …
Gwen sat up from the bed. He did not dwell on this small setback. Instead, he quickly analyzed the valuable information he had intercepted tonight.
This was a freak combination of factors, and after this loss, the All Things Finality Society would not give him a second chance to intercept information. He had to treat the information he had heard and seen with caution and treasure.
Bertilla Augustus had lived to this day. Considering her ability as the Great Druil and the All Things Finality Society's policy of causing trouble for the past few hundred years, she should have used some kind of forbidden magic to keep herself alive. She was not like him, who had only uncovered the coffin in recent years. Although he did not see it clearly, Bertilla's appearance did not seem to be the only change. Her body also seemed to be different … Gwen recalled that he seemed to have seen strange things like vines or roots under Bertilla's skirt.
She had fallen with the group of Druil who had entered the Ancestral Peak and became one of the high priests of the cult.
There were two elves with her. They should be priests of the All Things Finality of similar status.
Those shriveled and shriveled "people" in black robes were the targets of the All Things Finality Society to send signals to the wasteland. No matter what they were, they were obviously active in the wasteland … and they were collecting information and sending it to their brethren outside.
They mentioned something called the "Abomination Mutation Agent". This phrase was deeply imprinted in Gwen's memory.
This was probably what the cultists had been doing all along. This was their goal!
They knew about the Abomination! They were researching the Abomination!
It originated from the Kingdom of Gondor a thousand years ago. It was the ultimate product of the plan to allow humans to survive the Great Mana Tide. Gwen had thought that all information about it had been lost in the long river of history, lost in the thousand-year blockade of the Defiant Fortress. He did not expect it to be secretly circulating all this time! What were the cultists trying to do? Were they trying to complete the unfinished business of the Kingdom of Gondor?
Could this be the "Great Evolution" that the cultists of the All Things Finality Society were pursuing? Wait a minute.
The cultists' goal should not be as simple as completing a biochemical experiment. The cultists were called cultists because they not only dared to think, but also dared to do … If they really reproduced the Abomination, they would definitely find a way to spread it everywhere. Only then could they achieve the so-called … Great Evolution.
Gwen was glad that he had responded correctly. He did not expose himself. Instead, he used the image of "Roland Augustus" to confuse the cultists. At the same time, he set up another smoke screen. He believed that if this smoke screen was used properly, it would have an unexpected effect.
But he also had to consider the possibility of the smoke screen being seen through. After all, Bertilla Augustus was a very smart woman, and the smoke screen he set up in a hurry was not very clever … Perhaps he should think of a way to cover up and arrange something from the Eternal Sleeper …
As Gwen pondered, he perfected his plan to deal with the aftermath. He did not want to expose himself and let others know that he had the ability to access the Eternal Sleeper's network.
It was just that he did not know what the All-Ending Society would do after this serious incident. Perhaps they would be more cautious in hiding, or perhaps they would take action earlier. But the latter was actually better. That way, they would be exposed and eliminated before the time was up.
…
In the depths of Ansu's underground palace, Bertilla resisted the uncomfortable dizziness and the feeling of her soul being stripped away. She quickly woke up from the aftereffects of the Psychic Projection.
She looked up and saw that the Elven Twins had woken up one after the other and looked at her at almost the same time.
"The Psychic Projection is not safe. Our communication has been eavesdropped." She said with a gloomy face.
The Elven Twins replied at the same time, "Fortunately, we have not started to talk about more confidential and important information. The eavesdropper will not know what we are going to do next."
"The important thing is who is it," Bertilla said in a low voice. "To disguise as Roland …"
"In fact … we have sensed a trace of presence," the Elven Twins said. "That is the fluctuation of power after using the Secret Technique of Eternal Sleep. Although we were in the Psychic Projection state at that time, we have dealt with the Eternal Sleepers many times. We are more familiar with the feeling of them using their power in the dream. "
"As expected of those cowards who weave illusions and indulge in dreams." Bertilla's eyes became even colder. "I knew that those who indulge in dreams are not to be trusted …"
But soon, she woke up from her anger. She adjusted her nerves and hormones and forced herself to think calmly.
"Even those Eternal Sleepers who are intoxicated in their dreams … aren't rash or idiots. They wouldn't use such a stupid method to eavesdrop, and they wouldn't be caught by us … The Mind Projection Device was created by them. If they really wanted to do something, they could've done something to the magic device …"
Thinking of this, she looked up and looked at the Elven Twins. "Contact the Eternal Sleepers directly and tell them that there is a problem with the Psychic Projection device. Tell them that there may be outsiders invading the device and see what they say."
Blind suspicion or suspicion was a foolish act. Blind trust was equally foolish.
Asking directly was better than being secretive. She chose to communicate directly with the Eternal Sleepers. If there was really an outsider behind this, then the Eternal Sleepers, as the "experts", would definitely be able to find the other party faster than her. But if the Eternal Sleepers were the ones doing this stupid thing … then a direct confrontation would expose them.
The day of the great evolution was approaching. She had to eliminate the hidden danger as soon as possible.
…
In the depths of the wasteland, the creeping forest began to move again.
The creepy trees with countless roots and branches and twisted faces crept forward in the night. They did not seem to be moving fast, but in fact, they were much faster than a human's walking speed. It did not take long for the creeping forest to gradually cross the effective range of the Psychic Projection.
"Unforeseen event …" The leading giant tree muttered in a low and chaotic voice. Its tone was full of disdain. "It has nothing to do with the big picture."
…
Gwen waited patiently until the next morning.
When she learned about Gwen's experience in the dream last night, Amber was stunned.
Gwen did not hide his experience from the half-elf who served as his personal guard, was in charge of the intelligence department, and already knew a lot of secrets. And what shocked Amber the most was the existence of the "ancient" Bertilla Augustus.
"That Bertilla is a human who has lived for 700 years?! And she's still alive and kicking?! "The half-elf lady glared at Gawain." You knew her back then? Even very close? "
"I was very close to her brother. For quite a long time, at least five years, she also called me brother." Gwen looked at the half-elf who was obviously overly excited. He did not understand why she was so excited after hearing this information. Even if she was the head of the intelligence department, she should be interested in this information. The gleam in her eyes was a little too obvious. "But that was all in the past. Now things have changed. She is one of the leaders of the cult, and the cult is obviously up to something. That's the key to the problem."
But Amber obviously did not care about the key issue because her next sentence was, "Is she one of the eighty princesses?"
Gwen was stunned for more than 20 seconds before he remembered to slap the half-elf into the wall.
However, Amber, who was full of crisis, had already sensed the murderous aura and jumped two meters away.
"You should care about something serious." Gwen glared at the half-elf. Then his face turned serious. "Go guard the door. I want to contact the mainland. I won't see anyone for the time being."
He wanted to use the established magic net connection to contact Heti in Cecil City and make some arrangements in advance.
When there was a need for more information transfer, multi-person meetings, or experiments, the mental network and the Origin Dimension were relatively useful. But when there was a need to transmit information as soon as possible, the magic net terminal was still more convenient than the immersion pod that needed to be prepared in advance. As for the degree of security of the two, in this era where there was only one magic net communication technology, it was the same as long as no one was eavesdropping.
Gwen's personal magic net communication terminal, which was placed beside the desk, was quickly activated. Relying on the relay devices set up in several forward bases and the Black Forest Highway, a clear and powerful communication signal crossed the distance of space and brought the distant sounds and images closer to Gwen.
Heti's figure appeared in the holographic projection. She had a little dark circles under her eyes.
It did not seem to be drawn …
She seemed to be very busy recently, so much so that her rest time was reduced.
Gawain couldn't help but feel a little concerned, as well as a little guilty.
Because he was going to arrange more work for Heti …
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