"Lord St. George, all the camps of the Lost Oasis have been wiped out."

A clear electronic sound sounded in a remote room of the monastery, and although it was indeed a small inconspicuous building on the edge of the monastery on the map, beneath this small building was the vast computing core of the "Garden of Eden".

St. George sat at a marble table, with countless screens floating in front of him, all moving according to his will, and instructions were scattered throughout Europe from here. Athena was in the room next to him, ready to come back and solve the problem together.

It's been a whole week since we were in this state.

George's gaze was a little glazed, looking out the window in a daze, and when he heard the news, he didn't react more, just nodded and didn't retract his gaze.

There is a migratory bird flying south in the sky, and it will soon be autumn.

At the beginning of the autumn of last year, all sorts of things happened in the Federation, and a year later, the flames of war reached Europe.

Time flies. St. George thought to himself that he had lived for nearly 3,000 years, and in retrospect he could not remember how he had spent those 3,000 years.

Although he is known as the thirteenth holy position of eternal life, he clearly knows that whether or not he lives long is by no means a measure of a person's ability. He is an ordinary person, even after 3,000 years, he is still an ordinary person.

Yu Nian, Nuoda, are all like this.

If you live longer, you can do the unfinished things and end the unfulfilled wishes. But if the people around you have long been turned into a handful of loess, where are the unfulfilled wishes? Three thousand years to live, it's too unnecessary.

Even he has developed a hallucination about the passage of time. The appearance of his body has not changed for thousands of years, does that mean that if he can remain in the fourth dimension, he can remain the status quo and not be affected by time on his body?

Four-dimensional space, four-dimensional space.

Whether it is Europe or the Federation, the East or Russia, or even the Sun Country, there are resources to do research in this area, and if there is a result, perhaps the battle will enter a new stage.

But before that, it seems that Zhong Liwang can't wait to divide the winner.

After all, in this day and age, he is the most special, and even arguably the most powerful, and this is his advantage.

However, this was not the person he wanted to kill the most.

"Lord St. George, Lady Athena is waiting for you outside the door."

"Please let her in." George cast a color on the screen, and the door behind him opened automatically. The reflection of the metal armor outside the door flashed, and then Athena, dressed in a long white dress, walked in. The golden crown on his head looked a little dull, and his face was slightly tired.

George can actually go without sleeping, but let's be honest, a well-rested Athena can be smarter than anyone else.

"You can sleep a little longer." Before she could speak, George pointed to the chair beside him and said, "This matter is not so urgent. ”

"I can't sleep." Athena shook her head, George's gentleness sending a pained look on her face. Insomnia and anxiety plagued her for a whole week, and despite her gifts, she was just an ordinary person.

"Then we'll fix it." George smiled, his old bark-like face wrinkled together, "What's new." ”

"We've discovered the Federation's computing cluster on the bottom of Norway, and they've appropriated the game's resources and used them to attack the Garden of Eden."

"I want a number."

“34%。” Athena pulled out the top page of the report and said, "This attack on the Lost Oasis affected the vast majority of the game servers, and the Federation has exploited at least 34% of them. ”

"Can't we fix them ourselves?" George asked.

"It's one thing to repair it, it's one thing to dismantle it directly for military use." "We're still trying to restore the game servers, but it would be quicker if we converted them all into resources for the Garden of Eden," Athena said. But if so, a lot of data will be deleted directly. ”

"Then do it." George didn't seem to realize what he was saying, "Don't worry about that game anymore." ”

"But...... City ......"

"Leave the cities alone, for in a month at most the fighting will take place within the borders of Britain. If we can win, then think about these things. With that, George leaned back in his chair and looked half of his eyes out the window, not far away, near the English Channel, where a few snow-white seagulls flew up.

"Tell those presidents to stop calling, withdraw the cardinals, shrink the line to northern France, western Norway, and grab all the servers under the sea."

"Then the Hermitage ......"

"I'll come over there at the Winter Palace and arrange a phone call." George looked at Athena and smiled softly again, "You can get a good night's sleep tonight." ”

"Yes." Athena could only smile wryly, the answer George gave her seemed to be indifferent, and she had to do it, but in any case, she had to consider the consequences of various situations, which still made her anxious.

But it was true that she was much more relaxed.

Athena, who left the room, went on to push one task after another, they hadn't found anyone in the Lost Oasis yet, maybe that would be the next issue. But George's move directly cut off the computing resources that should have been distributed to various countries in the European Union and forcibly recaptured the hands of the church.

As for protest or any opposition, if St. George is right, it will have to wait until the battle is over.

She closed the door, and the armor by the door remained motionless. Athena glanced up as she passed by, and saw that the eyes inside the armor were also staring at her.

"God Bless Church." She said.

"God Bless Church." Armor also said.

The long white dress quickly disappeared into the next room, and the corridor returned to its original calm. The armor slowly closed its eyes, keeping it in a state where it would wake up at any moment.

"Lancelot." St. George's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The sound of metal clashing in the hallway sounded in the hallway, and the armor naturally opened the door and stepped inside. In front of St. George, Lancelot took off his helmet.

"You're looking for me?"

"Ah...... Nothing very special. George seemed to be a little reluctant to say anything when he saw Lancelot's familiar face, but it didn't fit his identity.

As the only god of the church, He has the power to command everyone to do anything. In fact, he's done it for hundreds of years.

"It's ...... this year"

"In 1872." Lancelot was quick to say, "Zero seven months." ”

"I think you remember it very well, it was winter." George lowered his head first, looked up at him after recalling it carefully, and said, "You were in poor health at the time, and I still miss the time when you were a knight. ”

"I'm still a knight." Lancelot bowed, then sat upright in his chair at the signal of St. George.

"But you still have those days when you didn't be a knight for more than ten years." George said, "Do you miss it? ”

"I don't remember exactly." Lancelot said honestly: "But as long as King Arthur has a summoning, we are still your knights." ”

"Uh-huh......" I can't tell whether George is sighing or sighing, but this uh-huh, which contains emotions for I don't know how many years, suddenly broke out at this critical juncture.

During this time, he was reminiscing about the events of the past thousands of years.

George has many identities. His eternal kindness and eternal bounty can attract many followers, and in the fourth century A.D., he was King Arthur's father, and Merlin was only an enforcer of the time, but now he has been reduced to dust, leaving only the Knights of the Round Table, who were loyal to Arthur.

They also called him Arthur, and George did not refuse, because these knights were chiefs, and only in this way could they live. Even if his gifts can ensure that their flesh lives in symbiosis with him, what fills them with strength is always the faith in their hearts.

It's magical, and it's a mystery that George never understood in his life.

But he'll take advantage of, take advantage of that belief. What humans are best at is storytelling, and the power of these stories, when condensed, is enough to terrify all enemies.

"I'm going to a place, do a thing, kill someone." George turned off all the screens, and even "Eden" didn't hear him. In this world, only Lancelot can hear. Of course, he still needs to gather a lot of people later.

"The Holy Grail ......"

"The Holy Grail matter, wait until this matter is over." "I think that person is dangerous now," George said. ”

"No matter who you say, where it is useful to us, we will do our best." Lancelot lowered his head and said, "Even thousands of years later, I believe that chivalry can still shine in the world." ”

Chivalry? George didn't show any superfluous expression on his face, and in fact, he couldn't make any expression on his old face. So in the eyes of others, there will be no waves forever.

But it seems that during this time, he has become a little sentimental.

Probably because he came out of the safe zone, he hid somewhere in Europe for hundreds of years after the Second World War, and he could only be a behind-the-scenes man in order to escape the war and to develop the entire European Union.

There's nothing wrong with being behind the scenes, so they can enjoy the convenience of this world until the end of the world. Earth has developed mature outer space technology, and when the time comes, they will be in charge of a planet and can live as long as the stars.

But before this era arrives, there are still some old accounts to be settled. For many years, humanity has struggled because of the scarcity of resources, to be more precise, food, energy, and the like.

What George wants to fight for now is something from another dimension, something that involves the future of humanity, something that involves a certain end point.

Perhaps, the core is still for some kind of resource.

The inferiority of human beings. George smiled inexplicably, and no matter how many years had passed, he found that he still couldn't change these things. The so-called gods are nothing more than ordinary people in the garb of gifts.

"Gather the remaining Knights of the Round Table, and I'm leaving the church." George said, holding up a finger, "And it can't be spotted by anyone." ”

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