"What happened to my head?"

After a brief silence, Mikhail did not struggle to sit up again, he just glanced at the various tubes attached to his body, and then turned his attention back to his own gaze. All he had left was his left eye, and it was like an unstable camera, constantly streaming an insignificant stream of electricity and shaking.

He raised his right hand with difficulty and stroked the eye socket that had been hit by the peach man, where the microcomputer that had been stuffed into it had been taken down by Michael, and all the skin that had exploded next to it had been stitched up, and even the peach blossom branches that had grown were meticulously cleaned one by one, but he always felt that the skin on his face was different from before.

I replaced the damaged parts of your head, including the circuitry and regenerated bones. But I couldn't repair the damaged skin, so I made a little imitation of the cultivated meat and sewed it up. I don't bother to cultivate the life factor of human beings, and I use other sub-human species. ”

In the distance, Michael's sound came from the ancient well, and it was only now that Mikhail realized that he seemed to be lying in Michael's forge workshop, surrounded by all the holy relics he had forged before.

Mikhail had seen him experiment with various holy objects, and he felt that the weapons designed and studied by the Novosibirsk style were more like toys in the archangel's eyes, and it didn't take long for the technology he brought with him to be thoroughly studied by Michael, and this time even Mikhail's most complex brain implant circuits could be easily repaired by him.

"Thank you."

Mikhail lay down and thanked him, but Michael did not respond, and the atmosphere in the workshop fell silent again.

Xu Mikhail remembered the embarrassing thing he had done last time and when he was confused just now, he became more and more unnatural, his left eye turned, and in silence he looked at the pile of pipes attached to him, and asked,

"By the way, what are these pipes for?"

"Noise."

Michael's voice came from the ancient well, and Mikhail immediately closed his mouth when he heard this, and lay down squarely without speaking.

At this moment, he suddenly preferred that he hadn't woken up, so that he wouldn't have to be tortured like this.

But a second or two later, Michael's voice came again,

"When I checked just now, I found that there were a lot of unreasonable places in the implanted part of your body, and there were too many redundancy. It's these redundancies that are eroding your fragile human nerves and sanity, and I've modified them in passing. Those tubes are inhibitors, you mentioned its effect earlier, I tried to imitate some, just to try the effect on you."

Michael, who was sitting on his throne with his legs crossed in the distance and his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes a little, he glanced at Mikhail's state at the moment, and then snorted softly and said,

"It looks like the experiment was successful, you didn't break it."

Mikhail stretched out his hand that had been linked by the tube, and found that the part of the nerve that had been corroded by the prosthesis seemed to be sensitive again, and he never expected that Michael would be able to reproduce the effect of the inhibitor that he had just mentioned before.

He opened his mouth in surprise, deeply admiring the unsmiling archangel,

"It's amazing. If that little Japanese girl were here, she would definitely say that you were Doraemon. ”

Hearing Mikhail's praise, Michael closed his eyes as if he didn't react, but when he heard his next words, he suddenly opened his eyes again, looked at him and tilted his head and asked,

"Doraemon? What's that? ”

"Well, it's a round robot cat, probably an anime character from that era, and we still have his image at that time, which is very cute."

"You're looking for death?"

“.”

Mikhail stopped speaking again, and quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, eager to swallow the words he had just spoken back into his stomach, hoping that they had never spoken.

Michael propped one hand on his cheek, watching him pretend to be dead, the expression on his face dropped several degrees, but in Michael's eyes, there was no room for him to pretend to be dead, he knocked his cheek, and asked,

"Tell me everything that happened after you went to the Tree Continent, how you were injured, and what you gained."

Mikhail, who pretended to be dead, sighed, he glanced at Michael, who could not be perfunctory, and finally told him everything, including how he was injured.

Michael sneered as he listened, he looked in the direction outside, and mocked,

"Shaliye, I know what she wants the teardrops of the World Tree for. As an oracle, she needs to convey the oracle, and meeting God means that she will see the gods who are with God. With the exception of the demigods, any other existence that meets the true gods of the gods and knows the secrets of the gods will be cursed or destroyed. She was cursed, she was deprived of the ability to see, and no holy object made with any gospel could remove this curse that allowed her to regain her light.

"Unless, the artifact has a consciousness of its own, and is seen by the world as a unique individual, which can circumvent the curse and help her see all things. For this reason, she did not hesitate to use the desires she saw in you as bait for you to carry me behind my back to help her find the World Tree teardrops."

Michael sneered and sneered, his eyes suddenly fell on Mikhail in front of him, he stood up, his smile narrowed a little, and his tone gradually became unkind, he asked Mikhail,

"What about you? What desires does she see and promise for you? ”

Mikhail cried out for innocence, and the only eye he had left looked at Michael, and cried out,

"What does she have to do with me when she negotiates deals with others? Even if there were, it was just a way to get home. But you told me before, you don't know how to get me back, and I certainly don't trust her very much. It's only because that little Japanese girl is very young and homesick that I haven't mentioned it."

Looking at Mikhail in front of him with an innocent explanation, as if he was dissociating himself from the relationship with Shaliye, but this did not make Michael stop at all, his eyes were still biting Mikhail, and asked,

"Then what are you doing running down with them?"

“.” Mikhail opened his mouth, and then his mature face became more innocent, and he whispered, "Didn't you say that I was free?"

"Of course you're free, so I should respect your freedom and stop your treatment."

The smile on Michael's face became more and more dangerous, and he raised his hand and unleashed a force, as if to pull out the tube attached to Mikhail's body.

"Well, well, I just think I want to find my way back even if there is little hope, so I have nothing to do with Archangel Shaliye. And to be honest, I also feel a little lost. I'm a stranger to this world, and I don't know where to go except for your fifth day. ”

Michael's face was still cold, but his raised hand was withdrawn little by little, and as a result, Mikhail's restless tube soon quieted down.

"Don't think about it, you can't go back, let's wait here for death."

Michael sat back on his throne with a cold face again, and opened his mouth without mercy or comfort, so that Mikhail, who was lying there, also looked at the ceiling in a little daze, and after a long time he spoke,

"If you really can't help it, you have to do it. And now, the teardrops of the World Tree."

"Just now, Shaliye informed us with an oracle, asking all the angels not to get involved in the affairs of the Nether Dragon Continent and the elves. Although Shaliye hates it, the oracle still doesn't dare to spread it randomly, this is what the god means, if you disobey, I'm afraid there will be risks. ”

Of course, Michael wants the World Tree Teardrops, and he also knows that Shaliye is an oracle on the surface, but she will definitely not stop in private, her desire for eyes is like Gabriel's desire for children, but the question is, Shaliye dares to risk to regain the light, is it necessary for him Michael to risk the tears of the World Tree?

When the risk and return are about equal, the decision is the most grinding moment.

Mikhail looked at him and knew what he was struggling with, he looked at Michael, and asked,

"So, what do you want the World Tree teardrops for? Is it also for the sake of the holy relics of consciousness? ”

"Yes and no. I'm more curious about how it works, and my thirst for mastering the technique. Logically speaking, the World Tree teardrops are a by-product of the Destiny Loom and the World Tree, but I don't have a clue why they can be fused into holy relics to produce consciousness. ”

"Well, if you say that, I seem to know a technique that may be able to help you study the key to the generation of consciousness."

"You?"

The red-haired beauty sitting on the throne raised an eyebrow and looked at Mikhail on the bed, and he nodded and said,

"In my world, the Candle Dragon Company in the East has a new [artificial intelligence] technology, and I have communicated with my company, and I happened to be in charge of it for a while."

"Getting to the point."

Mikhail pursed his lips, he was already too familiar to be interrupted by Michael, in fact, when talking about work and principles seriously, he and Michael were probably on the same page, and they didn't like to say more about other irrelevant things. But maybe it was because Mikhail felt a little embarrassed in front of Michael, or maybe it was because the angel in front of him was a person from another world, and he was worried that the other party didn't understand some concepts, so he deliberately said it in detail

In short, in front of Michael, Mikhail will have more words.

"That is, I can borrow a computer to calculate a simulated consciousness body. I had this idea before, but I never had time to implement it, because my brain was not loaded enough, and I didn't have time. If you're interested, I can tell you how to do it, and we'll work together. ”

Hearing this, Michael tilted his head, frowned, and asked Mikhail,

"You have such a technique, why didn't you say it in the scroll you left before? How dare you deceive me? ”

"How dare I, just because I feel that the World Tree teardrops are so surprised that consciousness is generated, I don't dare to tell you about this unacceptable technique, etc., didn't you say that you didn't read my scroll and threw it away?"

Mikhail didn't move, so he poked his head out with difficulty and looked at Michael in front of him.

“.”

There was a sudden silence in the workshop, and it was not until a few seconds later that Michael spoke,

"You're looking for death?"

“.”

Mikhail, with his head poked out, lay down weakly, motionless as if he were a corpse.

And where Mikhail could not see, Michael's fingers unnaturally lowered from his cheeks and rested on the edge of the throne, as if to support.

And Mikhail, of course, did not completely turn into a corpse, he just breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"That way, you don't have to risk disobeying the oracle to find some World Tree tears, right?"

Michael was slightly stunned, and he also leaned against the backrest behind him, allowing his long red hair to be squeezed by his body and spread out like a sea of flowers

"Heh, when you're ready, you can show me the show, I'll consider the feasibility."

"Well, can't I write another scroll or something, and then you study it yourself? Wait until Angel Helaire heals from his injuries."

"You're going to go into the world?"

"Ah, well, I'd still like to give it a try, even if there's little hope, if there's a way back."

Michael leaned back on the throne with a blank face, his eyes flickered twice, and just as he gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, he seemed to feel something, and although his face was still ugly, he stopped talking.

The room fell silent suddenly, but Mikhail did not dare to speak again, nor did he dare to look up again at the present moment the archangel's expression, he only blinked his one eye and lay on the bed.

It wasn't until a long time later, until Mikhail couldn't hold back and wanted to look up at Michael's expression at this moment, that there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and he looked up and saw the door of the workshop gradually opening, and the three people who appeared outside the door, Fisher, Hookkiss and Asuka Karasawa appeared.

"Mr. Mikhail, are you alright! Before your head"

"Ah, I'm fine, thanks to Archangel Michael, I'm almost fine."

Fisher also walked into the room at the same time, I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the atmosphere in the room was quite strange, which made him can't help but glance at the red-haired archangel who sat on the throne with a not too friendly expression.

"Archangel Michael."

Hook Kiss and Fisher politely greeted Michael, and Asuka Karasawa then greeted each other with hindsight, but Michael seemed a little uninterested, as if he didn't care about them at all.

Then, the room seemed to fall silent again.

Fisher and Hook Kiss, who knew how to read the atmosphere, seemed to realize that something was wrong and did not speak rashly, even Tang Ze Asuka, who was holding the forged ring and was about to stab his nose in the sky, stopped in front of Michael.

After all, this archangel is the archangel who is in charge of the most important things in the entire Sanctuary, forging and war, and if he sees this bit of, he will definitely be attacked and doubt his life, right?

Asuka Karasawa pursed her lips, lowered her head like a little transparent, and moved slightly towards Fisher's back, until finally her figure disappeared behind Fisher's back before she stopped.

In silence, Michael did not look in a specific direction, but kept tapping his cheek.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that his percussion slowly stopped, and his own gaze refocused, and the unconsciously escaping coercion returned to his body little by little.

Then, slowly, he stood up, and lifted up the dull atmosphere of the room a little, and he rubbed his wrist, and as he walked outside the workshop, he spoke to Mikhail,

"You'll be cured when the inhibitor injection is done, and you will lie still until then."

Mikhail, who had been lying on the corpse for a long time, finally dared to move his head a little, he turned his head sideways, skipped Fisher and the others who were standing beside the bed, and looked at the departing Michael.

"Thank you so much, Archangel Michael."

Michael, who heard his thanks, also moved his eyes to look at him a little, and in the midst of eye contact, he paused slightly, and then snorted coldly, and then walked outside.

His steps were getting farther and farther away, but his voice was still clear, and he said to Mikhail,

"Shaliye's movements are fast, you won't be pausing here for long, you have to leave tomorrow at the latest, or else things will change later. I mean, by tomorrow, get ready the scroll you promised."

"I'll see."

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