Chapter 1052: Dusk Miscellaneous Talk: Only when the table is served, will the abandoned son appear

The scholars were only surprised that the chief monk was about to abandon the pioneers of the New World, but there was no further reaction.

At present, the pioneers of the New World have established a country, except for the first explorers who arrived in the New World with the Explorers' Guild 49 years ago, the rest are all kinds of down-and-out and scum from various countries who have been driven from the Old World one after another for more than 30 years.

A significant number of them were former pirates, who also formed a maritime force outside the New Federal States called the "Seven Islands Alliance".

In the years leading up to the closure of the New World routes, a number of "pioneers" arrived in the New World every month via the Martinck Company's routes, and their numbers and their descendants soon exceeded 150,000, until now the number was close to 300,000.

However, there is no way for such a few people to occupy the entire plain of the Holy Spirit, so more than half of the population of the new federation comes from the attached Garnots, who have chosen to join the new federation for various complicated reasons.

Most of them were slaves, and a few chiefs were accepted as full citizens.

After all, in a world of psionic powers and spells, it is not as difficult to bewitch and brainwash barbarians who have lost their protection on a large scale, and the spicy comments about genocide that the Monk has spoken about are not unfounded.

Twilight's purpose in coming to the New World is very simple, it is to find the heart of the world to launch a great plan to destroy the world, and the weak demigods who corrupt and manipulate the plains of the Holy Spirit are also the means to better accomplish this goal, the real world destroyers treat all races equally, and the so-called "civilized people" and "barbarians" are no different in their eyes, so the real Twilight cultists have no interest in slaughtering the Garnots.

On the contrary, the pioneers who came to the New World to make a fortune and become masters did not see it that way.

The capture and killing of the Garnots over the years was carried out by the New Federal States, and their complex origins and flexible moral standards did not make them feel ashamed, especially after occupying the lands of the indigenous people and gaining wealth.

So much so that the New Federation has issued many appalling decrees in the past, such as buying the scalps of the Garnots in large quantities to make boots, making their bone fingers into ornaments, and making their skins into musical instruments, etc.

The was done to make the members of Twilight feel that they were a little too extreme, and what is quite dark humorous is that some of the members of Twilight who lived through the Garnaut massacre are even more convinced that the world is rotten after witnessing the brutal atrocities of the pioneers' self-proclaimed civilization.

Look at how the worst scum that this world can bring, how to kill the same species with dignity and peace of mind? Just for a little slave and money, they can throw all the bottom lines of being human into the sewer with a smile on their faces.

Isn't it better to be destroyed in such a rotten world?

In short, in the eyes of the Twilight Higher-ups, the new federation, which was almost single-handedly propped up by them, was like a tool that was about to reach the end of its useful life, and it was not worth being sad to be abandoned after it had completed its historical mission.

The three Twilight Leaders would discuss the "trophy" that had been brought back by the Monk, the item that had been placed in a wooden chest and had no psionic breath but could not be transported through the astral plane.

"Your expedition to the jungle of the heart of the world lasted two years and seven months, and now you have brought back something that claims to bring us hope of victory.

I do not distrust you, Your Excellency.

But you know, my curiosity about the mysterious is irrepressible. ”

The scholar looked at the wooden box, and he asked:

"Can I tell you what's in there? Lest I'm driven by damn curiosity to come and open this thing that maybe shouldn't have been opened by me one night. If this causes a rift between us, it will be a little too undeserved. ”

"There's nothing you can't show, after all, if we want this 'Excellency' to cooperate with our next actions, we need your help."

The chief monk made a gesture of please.

The scholar stepped forward and opened the wooden box with his fingers and glanced inside.

The inside of the box is filled with materialized chaotic energy, like a black shadow field, these extremely harmful energies to the material world do not escape at this time, but like entities that are suppressed and restrained, they perform their mission in a very well-behaved manner.

In the center of the shadowland, a humanoid creature was trapped in a curled position, barely barely visible in blackness that closely resembled the lines of a woman's body and the intermittent glimmer of light on its forehead.

Even in the midst of such a strong suppression of chaotic energy, this thing still maintains a difficult but definite resistance.

"See, what did I find?"

The scholar screamed in a voice of astonishment:

"A sentry!

Seems like a rare senior Sentinel Commander, how did you do that? Chief Monk, I have heard that these minions of the Creator are rarely seen in the physical world, and that their strongholds and main battlefields are in the fortresses of subspace.

The last time you saw a living Sentinel was with the magical Lord Murphy, and the Sentinel Lady had apparently gone through some inhuman torture that had caused her to be not fully formed, and the one you brought back

It's not a guardian of the world in the ordinary sense of the word. ”

"If you really want to talk about the whole capture process, it's actually lackluster, it's nothing more than an old way of setting traps and luring prey."

The prefect waved his hand very humbly and gently, and said:

"Perhaps I should have lamented that I was lucky to finally catch this big fish in the net after more than two years of preparation.

As I described to you the last time we spoke, we have been ignoring the legends and stories that are under the sun, and that those who are the best storytellers can create worlds and dominate them, and they can destroy worlds, torment worlds, and destroy worlds.

In addition to this noble lady, there is another happy outcome of my trip, the location of the heart of the world has been confirmed, but to enter it you have to get past the layers of Sentinel Legion.

That's something that can't be done at this stage.

We need a chance.

An opportunity for the mighty Sentinels to lose sight of one or the other, and in order to complete and pursue this opportunity, we have to make a more difficult choice.

Scholar, Ms. Gen still doesn't answer our call? ”

"That woman is crazy, Chief Monk."

The scholar looked at the sentry locked in the box with the same eye as he observed the artwork, and said without looking back:

"She has been cornered after the Grand Duke of the Thorn Clan and the Dragon Flame Mage of the Transancian people have been hunted down and lost her 'puppet', and I heard that the amazing Murphy has formed a faction to hunt her.

At present, with the exception of the Kingdom of Cartia, the puppets and followers set up elsewhere have been slaughtered.

I have reason enough to calculate that the next move for the Relentless Hunter is to go to the birthplace of the Witch Cult and strangle our pathetic old friend in the forest kingdom of the elves, and she will be the first of us to be eliminated from the competition.

The most frightening thing is that she has unilaterally cut off contact with us.

Apparently intending to gamble everything she had to fulfill her foolish ambitions.

As I said a long time ago, Chief Monk, Gento's twisted attachment to Archduke Tris was her most terrible weakness, and now, this weakness has been discovered and could be exploited at any time to deliver a real fatal blow to her.

The Witch Cult has become our negative equity!

Especially since the Church of the Dead Moon officially settled in the ruins of Siko City and gradually seized control there, the Source has been of little help to our cause.

She should be put on the chessboard, at least to help us get our attention.

Otherwise, no matter what we plan to do in the Old World, Lord Murphy, who sits on the scepter of God, will not make us happy. ”

"If you show your head, you will die, in fact, if you don't show it, you will die, as long as you are smelled by the other party."

The slave owner, leaning against the bulkhead, was playing with a butterfly knife in the dark, and he shook his head and said:

"The power of God's scepter is inexplicable at the moment, and Murphy is a hunter who has drawn his bow at this point, just waiting for us to show our feet and usher in the purifying wrath from the sky, I don't know how many more times that weapon can be fired.

But I guess we might have more than enough to give one to each of us.

We are an organization hidden in the shadows of the world, and stealth is our norm and our self-preservation, and the moment we are pulled out of the shadows means that we lose all our advantages.

We can't fight Murphy and his growing supporters in the sun.

That's not our turf. ”

"Alas, the classic defense mechanism, like the body's immune system, secretes white blood cells when it detects the presence of germs, but unfortunately, we are the germs in His eyes."

The chief monk shook his head in the cabin and said:

"The moment the Alpha Project left behind by the Creator was activated, our actions were discovered, and it was our biggest mistake to not be able to get Murphy out of the crowd and disrupt the activities of the alien heroes in this world.

At the moment, it is impossible to redeem it.

As it turns out, His eyes never leave this world, but this game of wrestling with God is so fascinating that I guess even the all-powerful Creator and His hand-picked spokesperson for excellence have only one pair of eyes.

He can't focus on two battlefields at the same time.

So, put the pieces in the right places.

Slave owners, use our hidden power in the Old World to fully support our Source sisters' activities in the Kingdom of Castile, perhaps she can bring us a surprise, after all, Lord Murphy is a young man, and his heart is all in Lady Trissy.

A strong enemy is not terrible, especially if he still has such a clear weakness.

Perhaps, the source sisters will really surprise us. ”

"Alright, I'll go back through the Astral Tunnel and complete your request."

The slave owner, who had been assigned the task, nodded, turned and disappeared into the shadows of the cabin.

The chief monk and the scholar who remained here remained silent with a quiet tacit understanding, and it was not until they were sure that the slave owner had also left, that the scholar closed the wooden box in his hand, turned back to the chief monk, and said:

"Only Yuan's actions are not safe, her personal twisted mind is the most unstable factor, and I think we should prepare another 'insurance' for the magical Murphy.

The Blood Seal of the Vampires is about to take place.

It's a great opportunity to get rid of not only Murphy, but even the troublesome Lord Pa Ying, and I'll go back to the Life Greenhouse to prepare after I help you untie this thing, but I need the help of the 'Countess'.

And you have to be prepared to lose us at the same time.

Murphy is so wicked that I'm not completely sure I can get rid of him for you. ”

"My friend, do you know what you're talking about?"

The chief monk said in a serious tone:

"You're going to put yourself on the board as a pawn."

"Hehe, this is essentially the endgame of the Creator's struggle against original sin, and each chess piece has its own place to be placed and the duty to redeem the pawn.

But all this has been predicted by the skilled chess player, the creator left the alpha, which is a brilliant move, and you also need a piece that does not exist on the board to revitalize the game. ”

Academics don't care.

He said in a calm tone in the cabin:

"You know, my quest is not at odds with your simple desire to shape the twilight hour, I just want to complete the established great revival, and it is better to splash ink on a blank piece of paper than to tinker with the mess of the picture scroll now.

You long to see the quiet beauty of the twilight moment, and I want more.

It is only when the future you have shaped for this world that I will be able to accomplish my ideal, which is a burning fire, and if you want to make it a prairie fire, you must have firewood to put it in.

So this time, I'm going to press myself into the chamber of a gun. ”

"My friend, you are always the most courageous of us."

The monk half-knelt on the ground, keeping his eyes level with the scholar, and he sincerely bowed his head and kissed the ring on the scholar's raised left hand, and whispered:

"I promise you, everything we want to see will come true!

This miserable world will be cleansed of original sin and thrive and start anew in the warm cradle of the dead night, and all the shameful things left behind by the invaders of the Creator will be purged, and we will not need the mercy of the invaders to face the test of the stars.

Now, I would like to ask you to help me break the firewall of this great think tank in the shortest possible time, at least before the Sentinel Corps can send warriors from the subspace battlefield to rescue her.

I need to get the highest authority from the Sentinel Legion.

We have to get it!

The bound will eventually be free, the protected will be awake, the disguised will be broken, and the imprisoned will be awakened!

We're going to untie the locks and return us to the warmth of our swaddling clothes. ”

"I'll get to work right away."

The scholar said solemnly:

"But have you figured out the identity of the third decision-maker besides you and Pa Ying when the God's Scepter was fired?"

"Who else could it be?"

The chief monk stood up and said with a mocking face:

"There's no one else but 'Stealer' Vidia, don't worry, I'll take care of this problem, but even with Widia's help, it won't be a big deal, after all, as soon as Murphy arrives at the Creation Engine, the restrictions set by the Eden District Governing Council will be lifted.

He's just a nice-to-have.

But at this moment, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have one more collaborator, the countess would be freed from the tedious affairs of the New Federation, and she would be able to go to the Old Continent to relax and unwind. ”

"IMHO, the countess has serious psychological problems just like Gen."

The scholar whispered:

"You keep an eye on her, or she'll give you a 'surprise' at some point."

"She's a wretched person shaped by fate, just like us."

The chief monk shook his head and said:

"We poor people who huddle together to keep warm should not harm each other, in the strong oppression brought by the magical Lord Murphy, we must unite to go to the end."

——

"Mayor Pat, this is the new weapon we have brought, and they are all top-grade goods!"

On the deck of the merchant ship of the Seven Islands Alliance, a guy wearing a captain's uniform but unable to hide the smell of pirates pointed to the strange barrels placed on the deck, and said to the mayor of the Mediterranean beside him:

"It's all forbidden things from the Tower of the Ring, a plague of war that can turn enemies into undead after they are killed, and it took us a long time to reproduce them.

I won't hide it, this thing was originally intended to be used against you, after all, your fleet has suppressed us quite badly, but if you can't withstand the attack of those Garnot barbarians on land, it will only be a matter of time before our small force is destroyed.

So, I'll leave it to you.

This batch is free, but after that you have to add money. ”

"The plague?"

Mayor Pat blinked.

A tangle flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned fierce.

He said:

"Then please do more, if the new federation can't keep it, what's the use of us asking for so much money? However, this matter will have to be applied to His Excellency the President of the New Federation to make a final decision, and you will have to wait."

"The hosts! Urgent news! ”

Before Mayor Pat had finished speaking, his obedient Garnault servant came to him in a hurry, saying:

"Something happened to the Chairman's mansion, and the Aztec assassins infiltrated it to assassinate our Queen"

"There is no queen in the new federation, only the chairman, you idiot."

Mayor Pat roared angrily, turned and rushed towards the shore.

But instead of the pain and anger that the chairman should have after his assassination, his heart was filled with indescribable joy.

Ha, that indifferent slut vampire is finally dead, and with his reputation in the New Federal States, the next president must be his own, well, he has to move around, throw a lot of money around and get votes or something.

Hey, the dish is special, I have to taste it, everything has to go through a process.

(End of chapter)