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The picture of the memory is loaded again, but this time, Xia Xiu directly enters the "God's perspective", a unique narrative perspective.

In this narrative perspective, he will know the thoughts, feelings, and backgrounds of all the characters in the story.

He knew that this would be the last closing fragment of his memory.

Moreover, he sensed that the authority in his body was about to move.

The "Key to the End" and the "Shattered Flame" sensed something, and the elements of [Sisyphus] were also moving with the rhythm,

They want to devour something and complete a third of the kingdom structure.

This thing is left by Pedro.

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The picture of the memory begins

In the remote areas of Iberia.

A huge underground experimental site was secretly built, buried deep beneath a thick layer of soil.

The location of this experimental site is extremely secluded, and the surrounding area is almost uninhabited, except for the occasional passing wildlife and sparse vegetation that bear witness to the secrets of the land.

The interior of the experimental site is complex, consisting of countless metal buildings, the surfaces of which shimmer coldly in the dim light of the underground.

The buildings are connected by a series of corridors and passageways, forming a vast and intricate network.

Every corner of the test site is equipped with advanced equipment and monitoring systems to ensure that all activities here are closely controlled.

The {Miguelsette] clan was housed in a special area of the experimental grounds. This area is specially designed to accommodate their physical and psychological needs, while also allowing scientists to study and observe them.

Although [Miguel Set] has been freed from the blockade of the Angels of Comfort, here they still feel a different form of restriction.

Pedro didn't like Juan Martínez, and his contradictions with him had been buried since that class interrogation ten years ago, and he still hates them because it was different from the containment method he had originally negotiated with the Academy of Sciences.

At this moment, he was standing above the observation glass, and below him was a consulting room.

The room has a simple layout, with drab gray walls and a long table in the center with some recording equipment.

In one corner of the room is a small tape recorder, specially prepared for communication with the [Miguel Setter].

Juan Martínez was sitting on the side of the counseling room, opposite Galilei, who had escaped from the blockade of the Angels of Peace, who was now the representative and leader of the whole [Miguel Set], and who would represent [Miguelset] in discussions with the Iberian Academy of Sciences.

"I have a general understanding of your situation, may I ask one more question. Yours, 'Knowledge' Walk...... When will it stop? ”

"Knowledge-seeking......" Galilei pondered the question seriously, and then he replied, "At first we thought that we would stop as long as we had enough knowledge to keep the race in a comfortable place for a long time, but now we want to be able to fully explore the unknown nature of this world. ”

In the quiet consultation room, Juan Martínez listened to Galilei's answers, ostensibly calm and professional.

However, under his deep eyes, there is a subtle shadow.

Although he was a high-ranking member of the Iberian Academy of Sciences, he showed an academic interest in the arrival of the [Miguel Set] clan on the surface, but deep down, there was a dislike and distrust of this race.

Juan's mind was complicated, and he realized that he had to suppress this sense of rejection.

The country's development policy, its scientific image to the outside world, and the influence of Pedro, who rescued the Migualset people from the ice field, were all factors that he had to consider. Under the pressure of this layer of foreign affairs and policy, he must carefully maintain this fragile layer of cooperation.

More importantly, Hu Anxin has a deeper plan.

He realizes that, despite his personal reservations about the [Miguel Set] race, the alien race's unique abilities and knowledge are essential to some of his own dark side plans.

He needs to use their technology and characteristics to drive some secret projects hidden behind scientific exploration.

For example, the [Electronic Passage] that Pedro has been investigating, and the fact that the other party built the [Ice Wanderer] to explore the secrets of the passage on the ice field has already made Juan Martínez unhappy.

He hated that self-righteous imp.

Thinking of this, Juan couldn't help but say to Galilei:

"Galilei, did Pedro tell you that curiosity and the desire to share will kill his entire race sooner or later."

"Why?" Galilee expressed his essence to Juan with practical actions.

"No, it's nothing, you just have to keep going."

Juan didn't say much, he got up and left, leaving Galilei behind in doubt.

Not long after Juan left the counseling room, he was confronted with the person he hated the most.

"What do you want to do to them in Galilei, it's different from what I told the Academy of Sciences, you just controlled them in a different way. Moreover, the Academy of Sciences didn't tell me that you were the one in charge of taking over! ”

Pedro clenched his fists and stared at Juan Martinez ahead with a cold glow.

Juan frowned in displeasure, every time he saw Pedro, he always couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, he hated the kid's gaze.

"Watch the tone of your voice, Pedro, I'm your boss and your elder."

"Don't weigh me down with this rhetoric, I said I don't endorse any of your academic research!"

"You!"

In the face of Pedro's provocation, Juan could not suppress his anger completely, he was fed up with the other party's repeated challenges to his authority.

Dididi——

Drops of water dripped from Juan's body, and the avatars of Solomon's Keys, both of whom floated out of the other's body.

Its exterior is a mixture of human proportions and the characteristics of sea creatures, with a muscular upper body that resembles a hero in a sculpture, and its skin is covered with fine dark blue scales that shimmer as if the waves reflect the sun; Its mask is carved with graceful ripples of water, and at the eyes, two glowing rays of fluorescence shimmer like creatures in the abyss, revealing a sense of supernatural power. Behind it, there is a pair of large, broad wing-like structures, which are not the usual feathers, but are made of translucent water vapor and mist.

The avatar's arms were long and powerful, with broad palms and slightly webbed membranes on the tips of his fingertips, and at this moment he stretched out his hands and held them weakly, and his surroundings were covered in countless vapors.

Focalors, one of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars, nicknamed "Duke of Waters".

The common form is a human body, the wings of a griffon, and may also appear in a griffon, which is self-shaped according to the spirituality of the key holder.

He has the ability to control the oceans.

The power of the wind and the sea can cause someone to drown or a ship to sink.

At the same time as [Focalos] appeared, behind Juan's head, a looming aura began to emerge.

With the help of Iberia's vast resources, Juan has already stepped into the [Crown] with half a foot, and the Iberian Academy of Sciences believes that he will be able to completely squeeze the [Crowner] in a hundred years.

"You want to do it."

For Juan, who was already in the [Void Crown] stage, Pedro was not intimidated at all, and he directly called out his avatar [Eliger].

The two sides are tense at the moment, as if they are going to make a move in the next moment.

"What are you two doing!"

A huge scolding sounded in the ears of the two, and along with the scolding, there was a huge, oppressive force.

Under this great force, both sides unconsciously stopped the movements of their hands, and they invariably looked at the person who made the sound.

It was an old man.

He was dressed in a white and flawless robe, like a snowflake, pure and solemn. The robe swayed gently with his steady steps, and the edges faintly radiated a soft glow, like dew drops in the morning light, both holy and full of life.

His hair was silvery-white, and strands fell to his shoulders like a waterfall, shining with wisdom.

However, despite the traces of age in his hair, his face unexpectedly showed childlike purity and vitality, without a single worldly wrinkle to break this innocence, as if his soul had long transcended the shackles of time.

The word crane hair and childish face seems to have been born for him.

"I've seen His Majesty St. James!"

Juan and Pedro did not hesitate to salute each other after seeing the comer.

What they are facing at the moment is the backer of the entire Iberian lineage.

St. James, or "St. James the Slayer".

He is the saint of the Hall of the Hunt, the protector of Iberia, the miracle of existence, the incarnation of Quetzalcoatl, and the walking Age of the Sun.

"Between colleagues, swords face each other, you two know what you're doing!" With a cold face, St. James scolded the two who had withdrawn the [Juggernaut Incarnation] in an unusually serious tone.

Neither dared to reply, they lowered their heads and remained silent.

"You two are really good at it, I'm going to preach you two today."

St. James did not intend to let the two of them go, and he began to lecture them in unusually cold and harsh words.

"First and foremost, you, Juan Martínez. I told you not to speak to people in a disgusting gift.

Although this is a typical way of speaking for managers, they use it to grasp the main points of other people's work, and they are always able to talk about things they don't know very well, so that others respect them more.

But you should understand one thing, when a person says something that he is not very familiar with in his or her major, I know that he is going to make and express some self-righteous opinions. They always asked things that made me feel black, which exacerbated my own misanthropy, and made me feel sad and hopeless about stupidity. ”

St. James's voice was cold and piercing, and every word was like a cold blade cutting through the air, aimed at Juan.

In this solemn and solemn atmosphere, Juan's face became unusually ugly, as pale as a pickled cucumber, his facial expression was stiff, and his eyes flashed with indescribable emotion.

Despite the resentment and revolt in his heart, Juan did not dare to express anything obvious.

He could only lower his head, grit his teeth, and listen to the rebuke of his elders.

Pedro, who was watching the play on the sidelines, was secretly refreshed.

It's a pity that St. James's rebuke was directed at both of them, so when Juan Martínez was sprayed to the ground, it was his turn to be next.

"Pedro, put away your hippie smiley face, I've wanted to talk about you a long time ago, and sometimes I want to ask you what you're crazy about!

I still don't understand what you're trying to do. You've always been like that, and you've had a lot of weird ideas, and sometimes they've worked, like restricting the Joint Military Commission by stopping some of its paid service in the military. But more often than not, in this land, in the place where we work, your outlandish ideas will only get you in trouble.

Is your attitude towards the current alien race dangerous because you have lost yourself in your role as a teacher or prophet among them?

If so, I just think you really need to get some rest, or sooner or later I'll send you to a containment chamber or cut you down with my own hands as a traitor to humanity. You told me in your email that Iberia is very similar to Heaven, so now I want to tell you bluntly that I don't think we have anything in common with Heaven at all, not at all.

So, if you have the crazy thoughts of 'utopian rhapsoia' in heaven, I would advise you to close your eyes and sleep, which is what you need now.

Knowledge is not sinful, knowledge seekers are not sinful, and seekers of knowledge are not sinful. It's a fart in Terra like a scientist knows no borders, and realistically, my child, those fanatics in heaven are superficial, but when they were beaten by the gods and the gods, their lives were more desolate than anyone else's.

If it weren't for the old madman of the Ten Commandments known as the 'Incandescent Sun' who slashed all the way through the centuries with his sword, those little madmen of the Heavenly Kingdom might not still be able to show off their might in Terra by now.

Iberia is not the kingdom of heaven, and I am not the real sun. ”

Speaking of this, St. James couldn't help but stroke the tiger's mouth in his right hand, where there was an unusually obvious crack.

It was the scar he had left when he was young and had challenged the other "suns", and it has not healed to this day.

"There are so many suns in Terra that you are afraid, the incandescent sun of Heaven, the purple sun of Oretin, the black scorching sun of Daevite, the demon sun of the Chaos Sea......

There are no sword-wielders in Iberia, only round and round solar age, so I must make sure that it is enough to shine on the vast majority of the Iberian tree while I am alive, and it doesn't matter if there is a dark side, as long as Iberia can thrive, I will allow sacrifice to grow.

Remember, Pedro, that your unrealistic idealism will make you a root that will be swallowed up by darkness, so it's time for you to mature a little bit. Don't be like a child who only chases candy, indulges in the delicacy of fruits, and when you find that you are already full of tooth decay, it will be too late for you to cry and call your mother. ”

St. James's words were unusually sharp and cold, and after listening to it, Pedro had no smile on his face for a long time, and he also lowered his head to prevent his expression from being seen by the other party.

Juan and Pedro, in front of St. James, were scolded like grandsons.

The old trolls are so powerful that the two juniors are a little autistic by the spray.

"Juan Martinez will take care of Miguelset's affairs, Pedro you will follow up, you two don't make any more trouble."

After St. James looked at the two of them coldly for the last time, he disappeared in place, leaving the two silent and embarrassed in vain.

The two of them looked at each other, turned their heads, and began their work.

For a long time afterward, Pedro kept an eye on Juan Martínez, discovering that he was always secretly taking the [Migualset] clan to the ice fields of the Chaos Sea without telling him, and because of the management of the secret level and St. James's orders, he could not directly interfere with the other party's experiments.

He always felt that behind Juan's actions there was something he didn't want to see.

Pedro's instincts told him that the mission could have unpredictable consequences, and could even pose a threat to the [Migusselt] clan and Iberia.

Despite his inner anxiety, Pedro tries to conduct his own investigation, hoping to uncover Juan's true purpose.

However, whenever he approaches the truth, he always encounters some unexplained obstacles.

It was as if there was an invisible force behind the scenes, cleverly blocking his every move.

This invisible resistance made him feel extremely frustrated and helpless.

He had to be more cautious, knowing that he might be challenging some kind of formidable power, and that imminent premonition forced him to keep an eye on Juan Martínez.

Soon, Pedro's uneasy premonition became a harsh reality.

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[Juan Martinez's report on related experiments——]

[Experiment Log: A]

[Contents: In order to attract unidentified alien creatures (tentative codename: X-01), a large number of Miguel Sets were placed around the ice field as bait.] The purpose of the experiment was to test X-01's reaction to the Miguel Set and to observe their behavior patterns.

Results: At the beginning of the experiment, the X-01 population showed some interest in the traps. However, over time, all traps are damaged in different ways, causing them to fail. Even more strikingly, the Miguel Sets showed amazing adaptability during their experiments, evolving the ability to mimic the spring structure of a trap, allowing them to fly for short periods of time. 】

····

[Experiment Log: B]

[Contents: Large-scale brain dissection experiments have been conducted around the habitat of the Miguel Set. The purpose of the experiment was to attract the attention of the X-01 race (unknown alien creatures). During the experiment, the brains of a large number of Miguel Set individuals were removed.

Results: Experiment successfully attracted the attention of the X-01 race. X-01 appears through the so-called "electronic channel" and shows a keen interest in the Miguel Set. During the initial negotiations, we learned about the "brain in the vat" and some of the Iberian reincarnated humans (humans who had been taken by the great race of Is). At the same time, we learn that a member of the Academy of Sciences was sent into space by X-01. We were instructed to make formal contact with X-01 and to stop brain-stripping experiments on Iberian humans, in the hope of obtaining a list of reincarnated humans. 】

···

[Experiment Log: C]

[Contents: A series of "trades" were conducted around the habitat of the X-01 race, offering a large number of Miguel Set instances in order to attract X-01. At the same time, devastating strikes are inflicted on any Miguel Set individuals who attempt to cross the line. The Miguel Set, the leader of Galilei, discovered the operation and contacted Pedro. Although we intercepted most of the messages, Pedro insisted on bringing Miguel Set back from the ice field.

Result: The proposed experiment was rejected by St. James. At this time, the attitude of the experimental site towards Miguel Set and the plan for further contact with X-01 are still being discussed at the upper level. 】

···

[Experiment Log: D]

[Contents: After a long period of observation and analysis of the X-01 race, we have concluded that the X-01 race is not to be trusted.] They have repeatedly tried to influence our judgment with false or misleading information. However, through our cooperation with a third party, the Great Race of Is, we have gained critical intelligence. The X-01 race attempted to channel its gods and their planet into Terra via the "electronic channel lever", a strategy that has been spotted by His Majesty St. James. 】

[Result: Our current strategy is to use this opportunity to fully seize the resources and technology of the X-01 race, including the gods they worship.] This move will not only significantly strengthen our scientific and technological capabilities, but will also provide us with a critical resource to realize more unknown possibilities. In particular, we believe that the gods that X-01 worships may be a key breakthrough point in the "subspace engine" experiments we have long sought.

By mastering this mysterious extraterrestrial power, we can create new scientific miracles and perhaps even achieve technological innovations that transcend physical boundaries.

We anticipate that harnessing this power will enable us to make revolutionary advances in a variety of fields, including physics, biology, and the cosmic sciences.

Project Ganymede has been officially launched, and by allowing the existence of reincarnated humans, we have gained a deep bond with the Isis race.

I have asked His Majesty St. James permission that if the Callisto project succeeds, they will henceforth be Iberians, and they will walk the land openly as human beings.

Everything is moving forward in an orderly manner.

The most surprising thing is that we will create a new "miracle".

His Majesty St. James named this miracle - [Heavenly Bull Gugalanna]

Through the investment of the Great Race of Is, the X-01 Race, and the entire Iberian Academy of Sciences and resources, we will gain new "levers".

Although the price is for the god to come to Iberia, it is a price that can be paid compared to the Bull of Heaven.

If you don't plan for eternity, you can't plan for a while.

His Majesty St. James has issued a directive to expedite research and resource seizure of the X-01 race.

While we are aware of the risks and challenges posed by this action, it is necessary to achieve the highest goals of science and the future of humanity. We will take all necessary measures to ensure the successful implementation of this strategic plan. 】

···

[Termination Application——]

[Applicant: Juan Martínez]

[Content: I formally submit a formal request for the execution of Pedro Iberia.]

Pedro Iberia has now been characterized as a traitor for allegedly betraying the Iberian scientific team and violating laboratory regulations.

He reportedly assisted the representative of the Miguel Set Clan, Galilei, as well as some of the humans who had been held mothballed by the X-01 race, to successfully escape the experimental facility. This has caused serious threats and losses to our research work and long-term plans.

The most critical thing is that Pedro Iberia and his accomplices have fled in the direction specified. Depending on the route and destination of their escape, there is a great security risk, which may lead to the leakage of our research results or even the exploitation of external forces.

Therefore, in order to protect the secrecy of the experiments and to safeguard the safety and interests of the Iberian Academy of Sciences, we strongly recommend that Pedro Iberia and his accomplices be immediately killed. This action will prevent further information leakage and potential risks.

We have an action team in place and will act as soon as it is approved. We understand that this move may be subject to some ethical and legal controversy, but given the urgency and importance of the current situation, we believe it is a necessary measure. We are looking forward to a quick response and instructions from our superiors. 】

[Application approved!] 】

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On the ice fields of the Chaos Sea Arctic Realm, Pedro drove the dilapidated [Ice Source Rambler] with great difficulty.

The cold wind howled through the ice field, bringing a biting chill into his body.

After a strenuous workout, Pedro felt his abdomen twitch violently under the cold wind, and a strong feeling of discomfort spread through him.

Beside him was Galilei, the representative of the Miguel Set, who was now tortured to the point of withering and having a painful face.

Once full of wisdom and vitality, Galilei is now weakened and has lost almost all vitality.

Their companions, the rest of the Miguelsette clan, are not doing well.

Some of them have even been encapsulated in steampunk-style "brain-in-a-jar" devices, which are like cold coffins that seal their once-flexible minds.

Pedro felt tired.

Despite his efforts to prevent this from happening, he was powerless in the end.

He witnessed the pain and suffering of his cherished Miguel Set, and his efforts were in vain.

All this happened to make him feel deep guilt and remorse, and his heart was full of anger towards Juan and self-blame for himself.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, the entire ice field was immersed in a state of sadness and despair.

The icy wind blew through this silent land, as if telling of the tragedy that had just happened. Standing in the shattered experimental grounds, Pedro staring at the ruins and wounded Migualsetes, his heart felt as if it were frozen, and he felt powerlessness and sorrow like never before.

All these tragedies are caused by the selfishness and greed of one person.

And Pedro, the man who once led the Miguel Set people to hope, can only stand on the ruins of this tragedy, silently bearing this heavy grief.

And an even greater tragedy awaited him.

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Bang!!!!!

The rumbling explosions echoed across the silent ice fields, and Pedro's ship was unfortunately hit and crashed into the icy ground.

The broken hull dragged a long trail through the snow, and finally came to rest in a cloud of snow. Blazing flames emerge from the ship's wreckage, illuminating the snow and ice all around, heralding the horror and despair to come.

Pedro was covered in wounds, but he still clung to the tattered Migualset people around him.

Pedro struggled to crawl out of the wreckage and looked up at the sky, where the Iberian Armada surrounded the land of calamity like hungry wolves.

In the midst of these icy battleships, Pedro saw his most hated character, Juan Martínez.

Juan stood on the deck of one of the battleships, staring at Pedro indifferently. In his hand, he held a handcuff that shimmered with cold light, aimed at the embarrassed Pedro.

In this icy environment, Juan's face was particularly gloomy, and there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, only deep contempt and determination.

(End of chapter)