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The glowing hourglass, which I held tightly with both hands, was finally able to open his eyes and look at everything in front of him in the waning wind.

"Is this what it looks like, after getting closer?" He looked at the black turbulence that was still in the center of the storm, and muttered, "Holy Maiden, is she in there?" ”

Holy Maiden, that's what he calls the Guardian.

Unlike the nouns of the sacred tree and the national tree in the mouth of the country of Manyo, I think the word saint has a unique position in his heart.

"That's right, you'll be able to see her again when she's hatched in a moment." I nodded, "But let me warn you, maybe after the hatching is completed, the guardian who will appear in front of you again will not be the saint you remember." ”

"Hah, it's fine." He pretended to smile lightly, "No matter what, she's always in my heart. ”

"There's something dangerous about that." Listening to the words that came out of his mouth, Xie Yan's voice rang in my ears.

I frowned, "Why?" ”

I don't feel surprised that Xie Yan said such a thing, after all, he is now a relatively rational incarnation, and what he says is naturally considered from the rational side.

"I told you before that once the Guardian has finished hatching, she will attack us indiscriminately, and in short, she has lost her mind at that time, so whoever she is will be regarded as an enemy." Xie Yan said slowly, "In such a pure crazy form, it is actually a mistake to still have feelings for her. ”

"Even so......," Xie Yan said, pausing, "but it's useless to him." ”

"The person who seems to be intoxicated by the sea of feelings is actually the one who knows best what is going on." Xie Yan sighed, "It's not that he can't understand the development of things, it's just that he wants to do this, so he will voluntarily drown in it." ”

"That'...... What do you mean? "Listening to Xie Yan's analysis, I asked this question that I am very concerned about at this stage.

I had to listen carefully to every suggestion I had, and in my eyes, he seemed to have become a strategist.

"I mean, since he knows what he's doing, it's good to leave him alone." He said in a deep voice, "But even though I say so, the protection of him must be sufficient, otherwise if the number of his deaths exceeds the number of times you set up the soul matrix, then he will be randomly teleported." ”

"And once he's teleported randomly, then you might never want to find a second sorcerer to help your uncle solve the spell." Xie Yan continued, "I think you should understand the importance of this. ”

I understand.

Of course I understand.

And even if he wasn't a sorcerer, even if he couldn't break my uncle's curse, I decided to help him now.

One is because of his insistent affection for the Guardians.

The second reason is that, after going deep into the current situation, I think I can't get out of it.

If you can't get out, why not continue?

"Well, then, in that case, let's prepare." Xie Yan smiled, "The tide has begun to recede, and the giant whale at the bottom of the sea is about to start revealing its head and horns. ”

Does that mean that the Guardian is about to finish hatching?

"Understood." I nodded, my eyes fixed on the turbulence that was still pitch black.

What kind of ferocious monster could be born out of such chaotic energy?

……

"Twenty." The woman stood in the air exactly a few centimeters away from the dark turbulence, and greeted them as if they were guests.

Her eyes were looking straight ahead, as if they were about to peek through the storm to see what was going on.

At the same time, there were words in her mouth.

"Nineteen."

"Eighteen."

"Seventeen."

The numbers were like a countdown to the end of the world, jumping out of her mouth to the perfect rhythm and drumbeat.

"Sixteen." Her eyes remained unsquinting, staring at the shrinking black undercurrent.

The myriad undercurrents create a cloudy envelope that almost connects the clouds and the peaks, making it somewhat difficult to imagine what is wrapped in them.

For every point that the undercurrent of the wrap recedes, the woman's body moves inward.

"Fifteen." The cold voice was not mixed with the slightest emotion, and at this moment, she returned to her original consciousness - an AI.

All extra, unnecessary feelings have been temporarily discarded from the moment that cocoon erupts.

Now she is just a mechanical consciousness that exists for observation and calculation.

"Thirteen."

The retreat of the undercurrent is not a retreat, and in line with the principle of the ebb and flow of the tide, it occasionally expands outward in two.

But the general trend of the ebb tide is on the premise, so no matter how it rebounds and expands, it is only a little distance at most.

And the distance that the woman had kept in the air from the black tide was subtly controlled beyond the range of the black undercurrent.

This is the computing power of AI.

In other words, this is the computing power of a god-level AI when abandoning superfluous feelings.

While predicting the incubation time, it can also accurately estimate the amplitude of the ebb and flow of the tide.

Perhaps, for these AIs, removing their emotions is their most prosperous posture.

"Eleven."

"Ten." The black undercurrent ceases its activity, no longer expands and no longer contracts.

It fell silent suddenly, as if nothing had happened just now.

And the woman also stopped in the air with the waves.

Her eyes slowly regained their glow, a sign that she was reactivating her emotional functioning.

"Nine."

However, the restart did not affect her continued calculation of the incubation time, and the drum beat in her mouth continued to follow the rhythm.

"Seven."

Her eyes were completely back to their previous glow, and as her eyeballs rolled, the woman's perspective scanned around slightly.

"Looks like it's business as it always was." She moved her neck silently, spotting the two tenacious players behind her, "Their hopes...... Or his hope is still so firm, that's fine. ”

"Four."

The surge of undercurrents gradually changed from internal and external fluctuations to upward and downward fluctuations.

This is a sign that the internal structure is stabilizing.

"Two."

However, even if you don't look at this and just listen to the countdown in the woman's mouth, you should understand that something is really going to happen.

"One."