After waking up from a brief period of vertigo and the illusion of space displacement, Gawain saw Amber's face pestle in front of him at first glance.

Rather helplessly, he pressed the half-elf's head and pushed her a little farther away: "Do you have to get so close every time?" ”

Amber interjected her waist and said: "I'm bored, you still have to let me help you take care of it by the side, or you will change someone next time." ”

Gawain ignored the guy's thoughts, he just stood up, stretched his body, which was slightly stiff from sitting for a long time, and then looked around.

It was a room with little decoration – a metal-framed wall panel made of wood panels, a tin roof, and furniture that was easy to assemble and transport all together in a simple and functional style, with little to be seen except for the necessary tables, chairs, and bookcases, and not far away a window covered with translucent resin, from which the majestic Sentinel's Tower could be seen on the ground.

This is the "Pinnacle Base" near the Great Wall, and this room is where he rests and works.

Gawain moved his neck and asked casually, "Did anything happen while I was online?" ”

"Toldlin came once to report on the sentinel's deployment, and I've asked him to put it on your desk, and no one has been here."

Gawain nodded and exhaled, "Okay...... Got it. ”

In his mind, he recalled the new clues he had received from the previous online meeting.

Everything will eventually have a technology in its possession of something called the "Hidden Bridge...... This technology has to do with the Great Wall, which can be used for communication, and it doesn't seem to be used in ordinary communication situations......

In connection with what happened to Thorderling before, it seems that a high-ranking member of the Society of the End of Everything is operating near the Great Wall, and the other party has touched the communication center of the elven monitoring station at that time...... Is the purpose of using the "hidden bridge"?

Some of the vines in the Shadow Realm are connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower, and when those vines burn out, the first thing to be hit seems to be the part connected to the communication module......

Amber blinked as she watched Gawain fall into silence and thought as soon as she woke up from the "networked" state, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened?" ”

There was no need to hide this in front of Amber, this half-elf was an expert in the field of intelligence and infiltration, so Gawain said bluntly: "Those vines in the Shadow Realm may be related to something called the 'Dark Bridge', which is a means of communication that all things will secretly establish in the Great Wall...... Not only did they corrupt and tamper with some of the surveillance systems of the Great Wall with vines, but they even stole some of its functions. ”

Amber was surprised when she heard this: "Are they so bad? ”

"The history of the Dark Cult is as old as the human kingdom, they were born in the same era as the Great Wall, and it is not surprising that they can do such a thing," Gawain said casually, "What really cares to me is that they have built such a special communication channel...... What exactly is it to contact. ”

"Huh?" Amber didn't understand what Gawain meant for a while, "What else can it be to contact, of course it's those cult followers who contact them." ”

"Do you need to steal lines from the Great Wall to contact the members of the sect?" Gawain glanced at Amber, "The scope of activities of the Society of the End of Everything is basically concentrated in a small part of Ansu and Typhon, their members have not yet been distributed to the extent that they need to build a cross-continental communication line, and the 'dark bridge' should not be very convenient to use, in order to obtain a signal, they need to take a certain risk to get close to the outpost set up by the elves, which is not suitable for daily contact with sect members." ”

The implication of Gawain's words is very clear: for the current magnitude of the Society for the End of Everything, it seems that building such a risky and inconvenient communication channel as a dark bridge does not seem to be very ...... Worthwhile.

Unless, they have the goal of having to pass through a "dark bridge" to establish a connection.

The two people in the room fell into thought and silence at the same time, and in the midst of a brief thought, Amber, who was quite sensitive to the blind spot of thinking due to her long-term handling of intelligence work, suddenly raised her head thoughtfully and looked at the window covered with alchemical resin, and looked out at the vast wasteland.

……

After exiting the psychic network, the uncomfortable feeling of vertigo and the temporary paralysis of the body caused Hetty to rest in the immersion pod for more than ten seconds.

The same is true for the rest of the people who have accessed the psychic network through the immersion pod - with the exception of Kamel, who has no nervous system.

As everyone sat up from their immersion pods, the ancient magister had begun to simulate the esoteric elven runes in holographic projections in the open space of the "Internet Connection Hall".

"The bottleneck of the elves does seem to be very serious," the arcane master said with a hum as he noticed Jenny and the others getting up, "Frankly, a small part of these rune arrays is something I've seen before—the elves were using this rune structure a thousand years ago, during the Gondor Spark Age, and now that a thousand years have passed, it can be seen that they have indeed made a lot of minor improvements in this structure, they have become more sophisticated, more complex, more efficient, but inherently ...... The runes are still organized in the same way as in the Spark Age. ”

"But their technology in the field of gravity manipulation is still much more advanced than ours," Jenny couldn't help but say, "If we can really complete the translation and optimization of those rune arrays, the 'air force' that the lord once conceived will definitely be realized." ”

"You can fly in the sky!" Rebecca's excited voice also interjected, "I'm looking forward to this!" You know, the biggest blow I was hit by learning magic when I first learned magic was that I couldn't learn levitation and flying - of course I couldn't learn anything else, but what I cared about the most was still the magic that could fly! ”

They began to discuss rune logic and elven magic.

The discussion was in full swing and the discussion was full of interest.

Hetty silently stepped out of the immersion pod, listening to Carmel and the others discussing the mysteries of the wizarding world, and watching Rebecca dance excitedly among the three, with a faint smile on her face.

She was also a mage, and once upon a time, she was immersed in the laboratory, lingering between the runes and formulas.

That's great.

But the foundation laid by the ancestors needs an internal affairs manager, not a researcher with ordinary talent.

Hetty straightened her slightly disheveled hair, straightened her dress that had been slightly wrinkled by the use of the immersion pod, and a moment later Cecil's great butler returned.

Today, when her ancestors are temporarily away from the territory, she still has a lot to do.

Of course, the first thing to do is to knock on Rebecca's skull - after all, it hasn't been beaten for three days.

……

In the dark and deep underground palace, the high-ranking priests of the Society of the Dead of All Things, dressed in black robes or priest costumes, with their bodies each with some mutated characteristics, were sitting at the long oval table.

"Our 'Dark Bridge' has been exposed," said the tall, thin, grim-faced Imam Heaton as he stood up from his seat, "Gawain Cecil has detected the vines that grow in the Shadow Realm, and the elves will soon be warned. ”

The cult priests at the scene discussed in a low voice, but soon a black-robed man with a pale face and limbs as thin as tree branches coughed twice: "Ahem—you don't need to worry too much about it." After the Great Wall was damaged, the Bridge was abandoned, and we have reconnected with the wasteland, the vines of the Shadowworld, with the help of the Eternal Sleepers...... Now it's just some rotting plants, and the loss is lost. ”

"Our plan is in its final stages, and the awakening of the 'gods' will solve all problems, and on this premise, the loss of the Dark Bridge is acceptable," said another female imam, "but we must also be careful, the exposure of the Dark Bridge may bring variables, that Gawain Cecil is a very vigilant man, and he will definitely warn all the forces he has access to." ”

"Damn, can't we find a way to get rid of that old bone that crawled out of the coffin?" A senjah with short hair, a hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and a look of indignation on his face couldn't help but mutter, "He's already a huge uncontrollable factor—and now that he's just out of his territory, at the edge of the wasteland, it's not like we're out of the woods." ”

"Even if he leaves the territory, he is a legend," Bertila, who had never spoken, finally broke the silence, and she glanced coldly at the imam who had just spoken, "A legend, with multiple high-ranking powerhouses around him, and a large army armed to the teeth, are you going to assassinate him with your fibrous brainstem?" That would only lead to greater variables. ”

The short-haired imam who was mocked by Bertilla spread his hands: "We have to do something." ”

"Speeding up the awakening of the body of the false god and ensuring the delivery of the mutagen of the gods is the most important thing we should do," Bertila said lightly, "It is not easy for our compatriots to return information from the wasteland, and it is necessary to ensure that this valuable knowledge can come in handy." ”

"Now let's move on to the next issue - the passage between the flesh and the surface."

The meeting didn't last long, the cultists were always more efficient than the kings and nobles, and all the business was quickly discussed, and soon there were only a few people left in the huge underground palace hall.

Bertila and the Elven Twins stayed, and Heaton didn't leave.

"Tell me about the mutagenage of the gods," said Bertilla unhurriedly after only those few people were left on the scene, looking at Heaton, "although everything is announced to the public, I have heard...... Mutagens have shown some unexpected ...... Activity? ”

"It's just a minor problem," Heaton said with a straight face, "it must be that in the seven hundred years since humans left the wasteland, they have developed a slight genetic mutation that has caused them to react too violently to mutagens. This is unavoidable, as our fellow people on the 'inside of the wall' are mutagens done in the original wasteland, and its effect outside of the wasteland will definitely change somewhat. ”

"The Grand Imam doesn't care why, as long as the mutagen works as planned," Bertila said, then looked at the Elven Twins sitting not far away, "What is the state of the Eternal Sleeper's telepathic projector?" When can I make the next contact with the wasteland? ”

"The projector can be used at any time, but that would require the 'prowlers' in the wasteland to be near the projection site to establish a connection," the Elven Twins said in unison, "and according to the agreement, their next arrival at the projection site will be between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." ”

"Very well," Berthira nodded slightly, standing up, "the Grand Imam will be pleased with this." ”

With the rustle of roots rubbing against the floor, the woman, who had survived for centuries, left the hall.

……

Deep in the wasteland, in the corrupt and mutated homeland of Gondor, tireless wanderers continue their seemingly never-ending trek.

Twisted and monstrous giant "trees" moved between the soil and the rocks, tentacle roots licking the barren and cracked earth, and the disorderly wind carried deadly radioactive dust whistling through the branches of the giant trees.

One of the leading giant trees stopped, and behind it, all the giant trees and the giant distortions that followed behind the "forest" also stopped.

The trunk of the giant tree at the head squirmed, an old and strange face emerged from the cracked bark, and a dry and strange voice came from between its rustling branches and roots: "The uninvited guest has begun to strengthen the cage. ”

"They can only delay for some time," said another giant tree, "and our paradise will eventually spread over the new world, and the foolish beings of the old world will be destined to become the dust of time and history like their gods." Every struggle they made at the moment was just to make the end more violent. ”

"It's going to be soon, it's going to be ...... it's going to be ......" "It's going to be ......"

The creepy forest resounded with creepy sounds, rustling and creeping sounds, and in this creepy chorus, they moved their roots again and continued their seemingly never-ending wandering.

"A new world will come......

The creeping forest sang in unison.

"We will take root in the new world.

"We have found the best position in the next era.

"The location...... No need for anyone from the old world to get involved and snoop on ......"