Lu Yuan 870, September.

Brooklyn walked into one of the highly classified workshops of the Mage Tower Research Institute, and frowned slightly. More than a hundred different, so-called induction generators are spinning in the workshop, emitting a low, but non-negligible hum. Most of the researchers who turned the generator by hand were immersed in their work, and only a few noticed Brooklyn's arrival.

"Everybody, go on."

Brooklyn nodded, then replied softly, making sure her voice didn't bother everyone. Ever since Gastens had demonstrated something as strange as the Induction Generator at that council two years ago, he had made a few different devices one after another, all of which he had thrown to the Mage Tower Research Institute to use them to detect the Fourth Great Tide. Moreover, Gastens also made a somewhat bizarre requirement that the rotation of these instruments must be by human beings, or natural power, and that pyroxene steam engines were not allowed to be used to rotate induction generators. Brooklyn could guess what Gastens meant, and arranged the work as he had requested. Most of the equipment that Gasten handed over to the institute was turned by manpower, 24 hours a day, and many people worked in shifts. A small part is handed over to the hydraulic drive, and a special person keeps an eye on it, which also ensures that there will be no problems. Although neither Brooklyn nor the person carrying out the order knew why it was so, the name of Gastens alone was enough for the order to be carried out.

Brooklyn stood at the entrance to the workshop, frowning as she looked at the different types of induction generators in front of her, large and small. She's not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, but she doesn't like to know anything about her job. It's just that even if she even asked the questions she wanted to know in front of Gastens, the answers she got were extremely limited.

Why, exactly, should you prepare these devices? Is that so-called "electricity" really a substitute for pyroxene?

Brooklyn didn't know the answer to the question, and Gastens said yes, so she believed she could. Deep down, though, she wanted to find enough arguments to support Gastens's argument. After all, only unequivocal facts could convince her to accept those speculations and facts without any guilt.

Brooklyn looked up at the pyroxene lighting on the ceiling, a little curious. If, if the light does disappear one day, where will Ancon Rein go?

A breeze blew.

The lamp went out.

Brooklyn shivered subconsciously, and she blinked, adjusting to the light coming in from the window. The evening sunlight was dim yellow, and the silence flowed in the workshop of this laboratory.

That's impossible!

Brooklyn subconsciously resisted the answer in her heart, maybe it was just the pyroxene that ran out of energy, or the burning gold accidentally fell off, causing the light to disappear. Brooklyn forced herself to calculate the probability that more than ten pyroxene ceiling lamps and table lamps would go out at the same time in this house, and she insisted on the calculation, knowing that it was a small number. Perhaps, she was simply a little resistant to change.

"Dean-sama!"

"Dean-sama!"

Several voices rang out in the lab at once, accompanied by a faint light. The light was far less stable and soft than the finest pyroxene used in the laboratory, but it was sometimes bright and weak, like a weak chick in the wind and rain, which could die at any moment.

Brooklyn's eyes fell on those who were speaking, and to no surprise she noticed that the device in their hands was glowing slightly. At this moment, she suddenly thought of Gastens's words.

"These devices are devices that can change the world once again."

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Ivan ran briskly, short of breath. In front of him, Gastens lived in a small lakeside house, and Gastens' wife, Claire Warren, was standing by the door, looking at him anxiously.

"Is the boss there?"

Ivan was out of breath, but he spoke quickly. The fourth demon tide came too suddenly, and he had to find the leader immediately and activate the emergency plan. After the collapse of the pyroxene energy-based system, the emergency plan they made has become the most critical thing now.

"He's not here", Claire shook her head, sadness in her eyes, "he's gone, he's not coming back." ”

Ivan paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered the meeting from two years ago. On that sudden late night, Gastens decided on his heir and said with a smile.

He didn't know what day he would die, disappear, disappear.

"Boss !!!"

Ivan shouted loudly, even ignoring the rules of the Elena Council regarding loud noises. It's just that no one obviously cares about this at this time, Claire looked at Ivan and opened the door of the small building sideways.

"He left a letter for you all on the table."

Ivan had already rushed in before he could finish Claire's words. Although he didn't want to admit it, he always felt that this letter would be the last goodbye between him and the leader.

"Oh, yes."

Ivan, who had rushed halfway, stopped again, and he turned sideways and shouted at the guards, "Call Zinke Warren here, immediately, immediately!" ”

The guard didn't dare to delay, and after hearing almost all the conversations, he naturally knew what was going on and ran away. Ivan crouched down and bent over, hiding his expression.

If the boss is really gone, then where should they go?

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Four hours after Gasten's disappearance was confirmed, the Communist Party Council set up a state of emergency committee, chaired by Sink Warren. In the days after the head disappears, he will become the president of the country.

Because of the precautions before, and the core departments and military aircraft were also prepared for this, the order of Roseville was not greatly affected. The steam plant located in the suburbs was shut down, a large number of steam equipment was paralyzed, and the steam locomotives running on the road suddenly lost power. These caused panic among the masses, but they were quickly controlled by the military and police who had planned for a long time. The high-level people who knew about this matter quickly rushed to the Government Council.

"Comrades, I believe you already know that the fourth great demon tide is coming, just like the leader said. Thanks to our advance preparations, the situation in the core area should still be under control now, and we at Anken Rein can definitely be the first to control the impact of the situation, get rid of the adverse impact of this great demon tide, and continue to develop and grow. ”

Standing at the top of the room was Sink-Warren, not the familiar Gastens Warren. The members of the council here probably guessed something, but they were not sure. Claire Warren, with her eyes red, stood at the back of the room, as if to support some of their secret speculations.

"Boss...... Isn't it gone? ”

Bimpo Bobruf's voice trembled, although he had predicted the disappearance of the head, but when this day really came, he still felt uncertain.

"That's right, the head is gone. He left us a letter and explained his work. Comrade Claire will send it to you, and I hope you can read it quickly, understand the head, and do our job well. ”

"Is the boss dead?"

Thomas Gurakos asked in a deep voice, his expression solemn. As the head of industry, he knew very well that the Fourth Great Tide would completely destroy the existing industrial system. Relying on the thing called electricity left by the boss, can it really make Elena rise again?

"I don't know, but he made it clear to us that he won't be coming back. He handed over this newborn country to us. In the letter, he said that true communism should never pin all its hopes on one person. He led us to win the revolution, but to build the country, to develop the country, we need the strength of thousands of ordinary people, not a figure suspected of being a great magister. ”

Ivan spoke in a low voice, looking at the desktop in front of him, no one could understand the emotion in his eyes, "The leader is gone, and those of us who remain must not embarrass the leader, let alone hand over the leader to our country." I don't know if the head is dead, but I know that if the head is not dead, if he is still watching us, he must want us to make this country the most powerful country possible. ”

"We can," William Richardson said, standing up, "whether it's something called electricity, or what the boss calls combustion, he left us with information, and even a lot of equipment." When I arrived, the institute was already working on those techniques. We will definitely be able to inherit and carry forward the will of the leader! ”

"Yes, we can !!"

The councillors spoke in unison, and fell silent. After a moment, Sink Warren cleared his throat.

"So, let's get started, and the next step is to be arranged."

The sound of turning pages sounded, and before I knew it, Anken Rein had entered a new era.

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"Well, do you think they can do it?"

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a middle-aged man with a blank face accompanies Gastens to watch the scene floating in the air. Everything that happened in the conference room in the Government Council was presented in this area with great precision.

"Absolutely."

Gastens stood beside Claire, reaching out to wipe away her tears. But his hand ran through her face, and there, there was nothing. Gastens sighed softly and turned to look at the man.

"Now, can you tell me what's going on with all this?"

"Of course."

The middle-aged man nodded, turned sideways, and the void behind them turned into a huge panorama in an instant, with countless dense bright spots flickering in between, some blue, some red. From time to time, some bright spots will suddenly light up, then dim and change color. It's not clear what this holographic data shows, but Gastens can probably guess that it's some kind of sandbox-like device.

"This is the war I told you about", the middle-aged man did not look at Gastens, Gastens stood with him, looked at the starry sky in front of him, and was silent.

"You've lived on Earth for a while, and you know that it's a world dominated by technology. If that world can continue to develop along its own path, maybe one day, it will be where we are now. Our civilization, in a language you can understand, is the pinnacle of countless technological civilizations. And our enemy, if you can think of it, is magic. ”

"Magic?"

Gastens frowned slightly, he had lived in his own world, and he had lived on Earth. The wizarding world and the technological world, he knows a little.

"Technology and magic, can't coexist?"

"Either/or."

The man's answer was categorical, "Neither we nor they have yet touched the ultimate." And on the way to touch the ultimate, both of us will only be enemies. The bright spots you see, each one of them, is a world. Some of these worlds are similar to the Earth, and exist in the form of universes and planets. Some exist in other forms. But no matter how complex or novel the form of existence is, there can only be one kind of real core of these worlds, what we call rules, and what we call laws on the other side. It's either technology or magic. ”

Gastens was silent, he wasn't stupid, and his experience made him wiser. Just a little thought, he probably understood what the man meant.

"My world, is it transitioning from the world of magic to the world of technology? Are you somehow rewriting the rules of the world? ”

"You're really smart," the man smiled, "It's not easy to rewrite the rules of a world. External forces often can't reach the core of the world, so you need people like you. As an indigenous person born in the world itself, you have the power to bring our ideas into that world and change that world. Behind each of the four great tides of the world you are in, there is a shadow of us and them. Whether it's the young dragon Astord Fried, or the legendary archmage Ludacris, they are all our warriors or their warriors. You promote the progress of world civilization, and you change the laws of the world. Eventually, it's up to you to pull the world to our side completely. ”

"Four great demon tides, magic regression, finally, after the underlying law is rewritten, electricity and combustion will appear, my world will start anew, people will try to master fire, master fuel, master electricity, and develop modern science and technology......"

Gastens said to himself, he already understood what the man meant. However, he soon had doubts again.

"Is there only one way for technology to develop? Earth's experience isn't perfect, and technology isn't just for good. The shadow of self-destruction is always there, will my world be the same? ”

"There are many paths to the development of technology, and your world just happens to be similar to the earth. Otherwise, we would not have sent you to Earth to be reborn. If the pathways of the two worlds are too different, the help of rebirth in completing your tasks will be weak. ”

The middle-aged man sat down on the spot, and the starry sand table was gone, replaced by a plain white and clean room, a small table, and two round stools. Gastens sat across from the man, looking at the badge on the small table in front of him.

"What do you call war, which is to change the world from within, like the revolution I promoted in Anken Reyin? But what does this have to do with communism? ”

"Communism is the most effective revolutionary weapon we have found so far. Countless wars and world wars throughout our history have proven that this concept can be the fastest and most successful way to overthrow the rulers of the wizarding world and build a world for ordinary people. Moreover, when society really has great material wealth, you will find that communism is the king of the technological world. ”

Gastens nodded, picked up the badge, and gently fumbled with his hand. The badge is cool, a little heavy, and you can't see its material clearly.

"I've passed the exam?"

"It's an enlistment test", the man sat straight, "your own native world is the simplest revolutionary world, you succeeded, but there are many people who fail." Next, you will become our warrior, going to the world you just saw, the places we call the frontline, to launch the next revolution and expand the territory of technological civilization. ”

Gently pinning the badge to his chest, Gastens was silent, then smiled.

"Sounds like a good job."

"Of course", the man stood up, the white room disappeared, and Gastens's figure was blurring, and the man looked at him and smiled.

"Welcome to our army, from now on, you have a new title-"

The man was silent, with a distinct smile on his face.

Gastens watched him in silence, waiting.

"—Instructor."

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