Hetty, Carmel and the others were given their recent work assignments, and soon left the study, and the large room seemed quiet, leaving only Gawain sitting behind the desk, and Veronica/Ophelia standing in front of the desk.

Of course, Amber was also there, but she was negligible in the air for a long time.

Gawain glanced up at Veronica, who was holding a platinum scepter, and nodded indifferently: "Regarding the 'upper narrator' this time, there are some issues we can discuss. Have a seat. ”

Veronica nodded, sat down in a high-backed chair next to her desk, and whispered, "Your actions have provided us with a valuable example of how to use this - this is the first time we've come into contact with a god so intuitively and so closely, and a god in a state of sanity. ”

Gawain said in a deep voice: "Strictly speaking, it is still different from the gods in the real world, and it is not yet certain whether the upper narrator brewing in the sandbox world is 'complete' enough, and he has gone through a complex process of madness, death, and splitting, and it is difficult to say what has happened to him in the process. ”

"But as a reference is sufficient," Veronica said, "we can at least analyze from him many of the 'characteristics' peculiar to the gods." ”

"For example...... The purity of divinity and its response to mortal thought," Gawain said slowly, "the upper narrator is made up of two parts, the divine and the human, the human nature seems radical, chaotic, emotional, and irrational, but at the same time it is more intelligent and cunning, and the divinity is much simpler, and I can feel that he has unconditional protection and value for his people, and will act to satisfy the common ideology of the believers—and, in a way, the human part of him actually acts to satisfy the thoughts of the believers, It's just in a different way. ”

As he spoke, Gawain slowly frowned, "This confirms one of my previous suspicions: all gods, whether they end up crazy or harmful, are acting in the early stages for the purpose of protecting mortals......

"The rebels never denied this possibility, and we even thought that until the last moment of madness, the gods would retain the instinct to protect mortals in some way," Veronica said calmly, "There is so much evidence that the gods protected the mortal world, and in the primitive age of mankind, the existence of the gods even allowed the fragile mortals of the time to avoid countless catastrophes, and the mad fall of the gods was a gradual process - I confirmed this even more after the end of this operation against the 'upper narrator'." ”

Veronica said, bowing her head slightly, gently touching her chin with her fingers, as if thinking, as if organizing language: "We can think of the 'upper narrator' as a god in an earlier stage - in the early stage of birth, the purer current of thought makes him have a more pure divinity, this is the stage closest to the 'essence' of the gods, while the gods in the real world are in the later stage, according to our observations at the time, the gods in the real world are already in a very chaotic and paranoid state, And the situation is obviously going to get worse......"

"We may be able to divide the gods into stages according to this," Gawain pondered, "the gods that were originally born out of mortal thought were pure individuals born of a stronger spiritual reflection, and they were usually born out of relatively simple feelings or desires, such as man's fear of death and reverence for nature, which is the 'primordial god,' and the upper narrator is at this stage;

"After the birth of the gods, they will continue to be influenced by the mortal thoughts, and as the influence becomes more and more persistent, they themselves will be mixed with too many 'impurities', so they will become more and more chaotic, more and more inclined to madness, this is probably the longest stage of a god's entire 'life cycle', this is the 'gods of the polluted period';

"At the end of the day, when pollution reaches its peak and the gods become a chaotic and crazy being, when all reason is annihilated by those chaotic currents of thought, the gods will enter their final stage, the stage that the disobedient are desperately trying to fight - the 'mad gods'."

Gawain's voice fell, and Veronica nodded lightly: "Based on the characteristics shown by the upper narrator, your way of dividing it should be correct. ”

“…… So, it's not just divinity that pollutes human nature, it's human nature that pollutes divinity," Gawain sighed softly, "We have always thought that the spiritual pollution of the gods is the first and most powerful pollution, but we have ignored that the huge number of mortals also has a huge influence on the gods......

"The complexity and disagreement of mortals have caused the gods to continue to slide in the direction of madness from the beginning of their birth, and the gods who shelter all things are 'created' by mortals themselves, and the 'mad gods' who eventually destroy the world are also created by mortals themselves."

"This is the nature of the world," Veronica said quietly, the disobedient man who had lived for a thousand years spoke in a calm tone, and there was only a machine in his beautiful crystal-carved eyes, "it is neither just nor biased, it just has one set of rules, and all of us, including the gods, have to operate within it." The only thing worth ironically is probably the 'disobedients' like us, we are a group of mortals who refuse to die obediently according to the rules, and refusing to die is probably the greatest disobedience to the world. ”

Gawain was silent for a few seconds, shook his head with a sigh and said, "...... Survival is the instinct of all beings, morality is limited to ethnic groups, and in a sense, both man and God are pitiful worms. ”

At this moment, an amber voice came from the nearby air: "But why does human nature necessarily pollute divinity?" If mortals are complex and chaotic, aren't they the same with mortals at the beginning of the birth of gods? ”

Gawain glanced to the side and grabbed the amber out of the air, while Veronica on the side spoke, "Because we have been developing, the race is becoming larger and more complex, not only materially, but also ideologically.

"The ancients who first conceived the 'gods' may have simply been in awe of certain natural phenomena, and their greatest wish may have been to be fed and clothed, and to live the next day, but what about us today? How many desires does a mortal have, how many expectations and impulses do he have about the future? And all of this will point to the god who was originally just to protect people to be fed and clothed......"

Amber listened to Veronica's words, and her brow couldn't help but wrinkle slowly.

"That sounds like a dead knot...... Unless we never want to develop, not even change the population, and our thinking must remain unchanged for thousands of years, can we avoid the emergence of 'mad gods'...... But how is this possible? ”

"It's really an endless loop," Gawain said lightly, "so we have to find a way to break it." Whether it's the end of all things trying to create a god who is completely dominated by human nature, or the eternal sleeper trying to break the 'polluted link' between man and god by breaking the seal of the mind, they are all trying to break this cycle of death, but ...... Their path was unsuccessful. ”

Amber suddenly looked up at Gawain, "Is there any other way?" ”

Gao Wen looked at those bright eyes and slowly smiled: "Things are man-made, there will always be roads." ”

"I wish this way was found soon," Amber pouted, muttering, "good to men, good to God......

Veronica heard Amber's words, but as a disobedient person, she did not refute or warn her, she just listened quietly, her eyes were calm, as if she was lost in thought.

Gao Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his thoughts fluctuated in his heart.

Mortal Development...... In a sense, the poison that pollutes the gods has been brewed, and the hidden danger of the destruction of humanity itself has been surined, but development itself is the only resistance that mortals can make in the face of this cold and hard world.

It's a cold rule that's not very kind, but neither man nor God has a choice.

……

Institute of Magic Technology, Druid Research Center.

The gray-haired Byron stood in an unobstructed clearing, nervously watching the technicians not far away busy around the platform, debugging the equipment, he tried to make himself appear calm, so he stood straight in place, but those who knew him well could see the deep nervousness of the imperial general from this calm posture-

It's rare for a normal Byron to stand so solemnly.

Pea sat quietly on the chair next to Byron, looked up at his adoptive father helplessly, lowered his head and picked up the clipboard that he never left his body, wrote a line of text on it, and then poked Byron's elbow with a pen and handed the clipboard over:

"Dad, relax, you're going to influence everyone."

Byron glanced down at the contents of the clipboard and pulled out a somewhat stiff smile: "I...... I'm so relaxed......"

Seeing this, Pea sighed helplessly, and his eyes turned to a large number of machines and technicians not far away.

Pitman stood between a group of assistants and researchers, his wrinkled face with a seriousness rarely seen in his usual life.

The crystal resonance device embedded under the laboratory table emitted a pleasant hum, and the projection crystal embedded in front of the laboratory table presented a complex and clear three-dimensional image, and his gaze swept over the spine-like view of the structure, confirming every detail on it, paying attention to every change in it.

"There should be no problem, the response is the same as the last test, the artificial nerve cord is alive and well, the signal transmission is clear," said an assistant, "and the next step is to see if the new skull base contacts work as expected......

"It's finally time for acceptance......," Pitman sighed softly, and then cautiously picked up the oddly shaped silver-white contraption placed in the center of the platform as if he were holding a treasure.

It is a "serpentine device" less than half a meter long, composed of silvery-white metal knots, the whole thing looks like a flat spine, with a triangular structure that seems to fit the back of the neck at one end, and several "tentacles" extending from the other end, the whole device looks delicate and strange.

This is exactly the modified "nerve thorn".

Pitman, grasping the triangular structure of nerve thorns in one hand and holding its terminal nodules underneath with the other, came to Byron and Pea.

"Can you use it?" Byron immediately asked.

"It could have worked," Pitman rolled his eyes, "but we checked again to be on the safe side." ”

His statement did not relax much for Byron, who couldn't help frowning and confirmed again: "In case something happens......

"First of all, this is a non-implantable nerve cord, relying on the skull base contact and the brain to establish a connection, and the skull base contact itself has a fuse mechanism, as long as the user's brain wave perturbation exceeds the safe value, the contact itself will be disconnected, secondly, there are so many experts here to watch it, the laboratory has also prepared the most complete emergency equipment, you can stuff your heart back, let it continue to dance where it should stay for decades, don't be nervous here."

Byron opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Pea had already risen from his chair and quietly pushed Byron aside to the side.

Pitman glanced at Byron: "Peas are much braver than you." ”

Byron's lips moved twice, as if he had more to say, but finally closed his mouth.

In this case, don't continue to question the professionals, and don't mess with the experimental project - this is a simple truth that even a mercenary-turned-half-way knight understands.

"Pea, sit down on this chair," Pitman led the girl to a nearby chair, and the latter had tied his hair when he went out today, revealing his smooth neck, and Pitman held the world's first set of "nerve thorns" in his hand, and brought it a little closer to the back of Pea's neck, "It's a little cold, and then there will be a little numbness, but it will pass soon." The tray will then stick to your skin to ensure a valid connection to the contacts at the base of the skull – the 'glutination' effect is very stable, so if you want to take it off later, remember to press the back buttons in order, otherwise it will hurt ......"

Pitman carefully explained the precautions before finally fitting the silver-white device to the back of the pea's neck.

A very subtle "click" sound came from the silver-white metal joints, this device composed of magic materials, light metal, and biomimetic materials sensed brain waves, and immediately seemed to gain life, the triangular tray was adsorbed on the back of the pea's head, and between those neatly arranged metal "nodes" quickly flowed a dark red light stream, the runes inside were activated, and the entire nerve thorn contracted for a moment, and then stretched.

Pea's neck shook violently, but there was no uncomfortable expression on his face.

Pitman stood up, glanced at Byron, who was nervous, and then looked back at Pea.

"We've installed a small talkative device in your nerve thorn - you can now try to 'talk'. It may not be easy at first to concentrate and get what you want to say clear, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quickly......"

Pea turned her head hesitantly, as if still adjusting to the strange touch coming from the back of her neck, and then she frowned, trying to concentrate her attention the way Pittman had told her, sketching out what she wanted to say in her head.

A strange, indistinct noise came from the nerve thorns in the back of her head.

Then came a second noise, which seemed to be mixed with some broken and messy syllables.

Pea tried a few more times, and at last the syllables began to start to work together, and the noise gradually subsided.

She took a deep breath, focused her attention again, and then looked at Byron next to her with fixed eyes.

An intermittent but clear voice came into the ears of the knight, who was nearly half a hundred years old: "...... Father...... Thank you ......."