Sue?

Dake Avida was surprised by her instincts, Sue was just a pretty young man when she went to Crimson Castle to pick up Medirri. His talent and abilities are astonishing, but they are not to be shocked in the eyes of the Dark Spreaders. In contrast, Medirri is the one who is closer to Lanaxis, her natural decisiveness, her arrogance, even purer than Lanaxis. At that time, Sue was at least slightly inferior to Medirli, how could it be him?

But at his level, every thought is not born out of thin air. Aveda suddenly felt a trace of inexplicable irritability, so he walked out of his room and walked. He had barely taken a few steps when a soft sigh rang in his ears, followed by Lanaxis' voice, telling him to pass.

Moments later, in the farthest hall of the Crimson Castle, Avida stood on the edge of a stone platform as smooth as a mirror, and in front of him was a darkness-shrouded nothingness. In this temple, the space has been distorted, and the real space in front of the stone platform is enough to fit the entire island. Out of the darkness, Lanaxis's face emerged, a beautiful face that was more than fifty meters from the bottom to the top of the Infinite Void, not too big, but the Darkness Spreader in front of her was as small as a worm. Like the avatar, the face that emerges from the void is somewhere between the physical and the unreal. But unlike the incarnation, there is only indifference and coldness on this face, while the incarnation will have melancholy and joy.

"Dick Avida, I feel your heart shake." It was not loud, but a grand voice sounded in the hall.

The Darkness Spreader bowed slightly, saying, "I'm so sorry. It's just that when I saw my old friend leave this world, I couldn't help but control my feelings. In this world, there is one less person who can understand you. ”

After a moment of silence, Lanaxis finally said, "No, you're wrong. I know you very well, from the very beginning. And you have never known me, including Beblaz. If we can't understand the world around us more deeply, we won't be able to understand the meaning of what I'm doing now. ”

"I really agree." Avida said.

"Now, I need you to do two things. One is to restore your true strength, and I have a hunch that real danger is coming. We need to be ready until then. Second, find a way to find Sue. He may be able to help us weather this crisis. ”

After Avida left the hall, the Spider Queen's avatar did not disappear, she seemed to feel something, her brows furrowed slightly, and she said to herself: "Really...... Dangerous? Who could it be? ”

In the world outside Crimson Castle, it's past summer. Early autumn was supposed to be the best time of year, when the weather was right and the harvest was about to begin, but today, when the radiation clouds are shrouded, the early autumn is already very cold, and occasionally it can even fall below freezing for a few days. This kind of climate was difficult for most people in the old days to adapt to, but now, the people who survive are amazingly adaptable to the harsh environment.

In the mountains in the north of the continent, many of the peaks are covered with snow all year round, and the snow line has shifted nearly a thousand kilometers south from the old era. This is a very peaceful world, there are not many creatures in the snow forest, cold and lack of food are the natural enemies of all life, and mutant creatures are no exception. However, at this moment, the silence of the Northland was broken by the torrent formed by the roar of the machine. Beneath the clouds, the starship Valhalla hovered silently, thousands of hatches opened beneath the hull, and countless pillars of snow-white light shone down on the mountain peaks below. In those pillars of light, there were countless large and small strange machines floating up and down, or they landed on the mountain peaks, and kept digging inward. Or they carry large and small selected stones and fly to work units all over the mountain. There are also many temporary reuses, which will be composed of dozens or even thousands of small mechanical bodies to form a giant machine tens of meters high, which can take out dozens of cubic meters of mud and stone with a single blow, and then swallow it into the stomach, most of the waste is sprayed out from behind, and the raw ore extracted from dozens of crystals of various colors is sprayed into the air, and then grabbed by various transportation machinery that shuttles densely and sends it to a special refining unit.

Like the machines floating in the sky, the various work cells vary in style, with the large ones covering an area of nearly one square kilometer and the small ones even the size of a fist. And the different styles between the units are very different, like the works of hundreds of different civilizations. Now this mountainous area has almost completely turned into a huge factory, and most of the mountain belly has been hollowed out, and more than half of the machinery is working endlessly in the mountain belly.

In the center of the starship, Fizdeck was suspended in the air, his consciousness divided into tens of millions, controlling all the machines. At this moment, it can even be said that millions of machines of all kinds are part of his being. Being able to divert consciousness into this kind of process is something that only Fizdek can do among the apostles. The number of supercenters that could bring down the most advanced supercenters of the old era converged around Fizdek and were dealt with almost instantly, with each mechanical unit receiving its own commands. Together, they form an incomparably complex mechanical empire. Every minute, hundreds of mechanical units fly out of the industrial unit and towards their posts. At the beginning of their creation, they had their own mission, and they were always ready to wait and carry out new orders, even if it was to destroy and recycle.

The number of machines is constantly increasing, and the matter comes from various veins taken from the depths of the mountains. A small number of elements of the planet that do not exist zài are synthesized artificially. The energy comes from the supply of space furnaces, and to a lesser extent from the newly established micro-fusion units.

It was the prototype of a mechanical empire, and it took only a month to build it. In Fizdeck's brain has the full path map of the development of this empire. While this is an inefficient and pointless initiative, it is appropriate for this planet. And this is also Fizdek's best choice at the moment, on such a planet, he does not have many options. For among the apostles, he was not known for his battles, but his real stage should be the vast sea of stars. In this world, without the share and support of the other apostles, Fizdeck can only fight in the way he is least adept. Thankfully, he had finally found another companion, the sword-wielding angel, Medirli. Though she was still in her deepest slumber and wrapped herself in hard armor, the Apostle's powerful instincts were destined to break through the body's shackles and restore Fù's oldest and most distant memories.

Fitzdecker was convinced of this. A