"President Frederick the Great. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I heard you dug up the cocoon of one of your friends. The old man looked up politely, a tolerant smile on his wrinkled face, and raised his teacup at him.

"No offense, I've heard that some cocoons are buried deep in the ground and need some help to turn into butterflies. "Frederick split his legs and stood still, neither humble nor arrogant.

"This butterfly is endangered, and the Holy See will not allow it to be harmed in any way. Enslavement, oppression, deception, exploitation, none are allowed. It's obvious. The Eternal Prophet rolled up his sleeves and drank tea.

"I'm here to work together. Frederick spread his hands.

The teacup was gently put back on the table, and the old man struggled to stand up, then straightened up, spread his arms, and hung his snow-white sleeves down to the sofa.

"Then you are welcome, my friend. When the Eternal Prophet smiled, the wrinkles on his face doubled: "Come and have a cup of tea, these are the petals of a flower at six o'clock in the morning, which will cleanse your heart." ”

Frederick furrowed his brow slightly, and half-incredulously went over and sat down, tossing his saber aside, and stooping to get his tea.

Priest Lu offered him a cup with both hands. It was the first time Frederick had this treatment, and he hurriedly thanked him, but Officer Lu tilted his head and smiled, naughty and innocent: "You have to treat yourself well in front of the teacher." ”

The Eternal Prophet slowly introduced, "Victoria and Lou are my students on whom I have high hopes. Wiener's situation has improved dramatically, and the cooperation of the three of you, Your Excellency President, Lu, Victoria, and the three of you is crucial. ”

"I've benefited a lot. "Frederick hunched over.

Lu Meizi bit her lip and was reserved, concentrating on roasting tea. Victoria stood in the doorway with a blank face, like a waiter.

"Then Your Excellency, I have heard that your motive for archaeology is to consolidate national defense. Is it?" The Eternal Prophet cut to the chase with a twist. He was kind and quiet.

"In the face of invasion, Wiener is the frontline battlefield, and the Elven Kingdom is the safe rear. So you probably don't understand the pressure on our army's defense......" Frederick became agitated.

"The second prophet happens to meet your needs. The Prophet was as kind as ever: "This friend who sleeps at our feet happens to be an expert in four-dimensional technology. He can improve the Light Device, upgrade the Law weapons, and even build a space-time prison to imprison the most cunning of enemies. Because his health is of paramount importance, I have not chosen to wake him up, and I would like to ask, Your Excellency, President,"

The old prophet raised his eyes, and his eyes were as deep as a whirlpool in the night: "When you have an invincible weapon, when the old gods are imprisoned, when everything is back on track, what will you do with this broken world?"

"Where the sword goes, the light of truth is sprinkled. Frederick summed it up simply and crudely.

"When you're weak, there's nothing wrong with being strong, but when you're strong, bullying is debatable. The Eternal Prophet slowly admonished: "No matter how powerful the weapon my friend has given you, you must remember that the Elven Kingdom has been ahead of the mainland for fifty years, and it is still admired by all nations if it remains uncommitted. It can be seen from this that the greatness of the unity of civilization is not that the army is driven into the enemy's city, but that the army that enters the city is welcomed by the road. ”

"......" Frederick fell silent. He was so excited.

"Your Excellency, you have liberated the country non-violently, and you have made the neighbors around you thirsty for worship and make them dream that your army will one day take over their city. It can be seen that you are not relying on martial arts, but on cultural governance. Only unity born of admiration can be done once and for all, and I see in you a light of ideals. The old prophet looked at Frederick, who was holding tea and did not drink it, and said, "The only purpose for which I can endure war is peace." If you promise to end the war with war, I will revive for you the man who worked miracles. ”

"I promise that the troops marching into the city will be welcomed in the middle of the road. The purpose of my commitment to fight is to stop the war. Frederick took the teacup and swore an oath.

"Drink your tea, it's getting cold. The old prophet put down his teacup, stood up, and cocked his cane. Lu hurriedly went to help the teacher.

Frederick stood up, thinking to himself that the prophet was not so bad.

"Let's enter the Tower of the Relic now?" he asked, cautiously.

"Let's go. How many years have you not seen an old friend...... I can't remember what he looked like. I can't wait to see what he looks like. The Eternal Prophet sighed with emotion, and his crutches rattled as he walked down the hallway.

Victoria respectfully opened the door for the Prophet.

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The bottom floor of the Relic Tower has been cleared, rock and dirt have been cleared, the Alloy Corridor has been revealed, and Filia's high-heeled leather boots make a clangling footstep on the threaded floor.

Because some minor elements are scrapped in decay, most of the automatic facilities have become dysfunctional and must be manually opened by the clergy. Only the core components inside the Obsidian Gate remain functioning as intended.

Frederick accompanied the Eternal Prophet and the Grand Priest into the Obsidian Gate, and Xiao Qian's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that he had come to the world of science fiction.

The energy transmission pipe buried in the floor is extremely thick, like a fat earthworm breaking through the ground, holding up a platform in the shape of an eight-dragon arch moon.

On the platform stands a milky white cylinder, thick and huge, like a white jade tablet in the shape of a can.

Xiao Qian was fascinated.

The slight vibration of the ruins' main engine made the soles of her shoes tingle. The milky white floor was timeless, but it was as clear as crisp thin ice, which made her fascinated.

Fearfully, the Prophet spread his fingers to push the relief of the "Passion of Hell" and shut down the defenses in public. With a buzz, the dense web-like laser-cutting laser went out with a bang.

"It's a good thing you didn't rush in the first place. Victoria squinted at Frederick, "When you pass through that colorless web, your body will turn into thousands of pieces of flesh and slide down, piled up into a mountain, and you won't even feel pain. ”

Frederick glanced at Xiao Qian gratefully. It was Xiao Qian who dissuaded him.

The Prophet then proceeded to push the relief. The lines of the relief are dazzlingly changing outlines under the dry fingers of the Prophet, like a jigsaw puzzle, transformed into another work of art. When the "Infernal Suffering" becomes the "Gift of God", the mutation begins.

I saw that the round white jade tablet on the high platform made a piercing sound of air leakage, and then spewed out cold air like billowing white clouds. The room temperature drops suddenly, the air quickly condenses, the water droplets sweep away, and the cold air hits the face.

Then, as if the upside-down glass had been removed, the white jade tablet rose rapidly, revealing the facilities it was protecting.

A bloated, snow-white robotic insect egg sits across the platform, and underneath it is a wide and atmospheric operating table. Then, the touch input shield of the console is separated from the left and right, revealing the manual console inside, only to see the keyboard layered on top of each other, the conduit is dense, the switches are dazzling, and the feedback screen is endless.

The Eternal Prophet handed over his crutches to the priest, solemnly rolled up his sleeves, and staggered up the steps to the top of the platform, where he stood beneath his tired eggs, his swaying back full of strong anticipation.

The Prophet tinkered with the manual console for a long time, and the snow-white mechanical cocoon still did not move.

After a while, the Prophet came down the platform wearily, and halfway through he tripped and nearly fell, holding on to the iron wall to gasp. The chief priest hurriedly rushed up to help the teacher and handed over the crutches.

The Prophet was helped off the platform before rubbing his forehead with his sleeve and muttering, "In order to protect health, the resuscitation procedure will be sluggish, because the activation process of cells is delicate and cumbersome." ”

Frederick looked confused, and only nodded his head, "Hey, yes." ”。 But Xiao Qian understood a little, and his eyes shot an anxious light.

"I hope you remember the promise. Don't forget the original intention and ideals. The Eternal Prophet bent over and coughed, then hunched his back and walked out. The Grand Priest carefully supported the teacher and slowly rubbed his bent back.

Frederick hurried out.

Xiao Qian lowered his head and pretended to go out with his master, racking his brains to think, what to do, the dark human race is about to recover, what can I do.

She observed the Obsidian Gate and saw that it was heavily guarded, and the black-robed priests from the Tower of Eternity stood guard at all levels, never allowing ordinary people to approach the hibernation pod.