Chapter 1059: Sarivo: Kids, this is the last lesson

"You say the ancestors of the Aztecs came from the heart of the world? And they are not native species, nor are they interstellar refugees, they are 'new humans' created by the Creator out of nothing? ”

Later that day, Trace, who had a headache from the previous night's drinking, learned the truth about the origins of the Aztecs from Murphy, and the news caused the Archduke of the Vulture to sober up immediately, and she looked at the jar of only a quarter of the blood, and knew that it was the truth that Murphy had read from the blood of the Aztecs.

"No wonder the Aztecs are so determined to resist the exploration of the twilight, not because they are jealous and hateful, not because they are inherently righteous, but because their mission in their bloodline requires them to block all forces that peep into the Holy Land.

This does make sense. ”

Tracey pondered for a moment and said:

"In other words, the relationship between the Aztecs and the Creator is actually closer than that of the Songhai people and the Creator, and they are the 'favorite children of the Creator' in the true sense?"

"Pretty much, being able to place them in such an important place as the heart of the world obviously means that the Aztecs are a special race that has a certain weight in the mind of the Creator, and their genetic blueprint is very interesting.

Based on the information I've received so far, this thing can be used to strengthen the life forms of other races, repair their health defects, and give them a more powerful initial form.

The White Wing Warriors of the Sky Clan are flying species, and the members of the Osiris family, whom they regard as the kings of the sky, are human species perfectly enhanced by this genetic blueprint, so theoretically, Princess Chucchut's genes are not much different from those of humans in the Old World, but she is clearly an 'evolution' of humans.

She didn't practice solar psionic much at all, and she either wandered around or ate various snacks every day, but even so, Chucchut's power growth rate among the Transansians was still in the first echelon.

It's not that Quetzalcoatl favors that gluttonous little girl, it's just because she's genetically outstanding. ”

Murphy sat in a chair, playing with Princess Chucchut's blood jar, and said:

"The Creator left this set of genetic blueprints to indicate that he has further considerations for the Greenhouse of Life project, not simply to resurrect civilizations that perished in the 'mass extinction', and the message he left behind through the Aztec interpretation process is suggesting that I am going to the Greenhouse of Life.

I don't quite understand why He suggested that, but I think we should go. ”

Tracey didn't speak for a long time, until Murphy looked at her wife-to-be in surprise, and then Tracey bit her lip, and she looked left and right and walked up to Murphy, and said in a whispered voice:

"The greenhouse of life is an area where life can be shaped, that is the place where the divine authority to create things is realized, and since it can create life from nothing, does it mean that it is actually part of the supporting facilities of your 'power of creation'?

The Gentile you now summon only has a virtual psionic projection, and while this can also simulate 100% of their true form, there is always a difference between the fake and the real.

From a more abstract point of view, this means that the player's mind and soul are in your hands, and the creation of the Life Greenhouse may be a further way to give them real entities?

You see, isn't the form of a scholar at this time a piece of data stored in the information database of the greenhouse of life?

Isn't that very similar to the state of the players at this time?

Container!

The Creator's Greenhouse of Life will most likely allow you to create containers for your players to hold their souls, giving them a real life in another world! ”

"Huh?!"

Murphy's eyes immediately widened.

He hadn't thought about it from this point of view, and after Tracey raised the possibility, Murphy's heart flashed like a lightning bolt.

He stood up and excitedly walked back and forth in the office, carefully testing Trissy's guesses, and finally found that Tracey's guesses, no matter which way they were considered, were very much in line with the Creator's usual formalist style of beating around the bush.

Perhaps in the original plan of the Creator, the Life Greenhouse project was the "mission reward" he left to Murphy at some stage.

"Chances are!"

Murphy clenched his fist and said:

"Players with entities will further improve their combat effectiveness, although they will feel pain and accept the test of a more realistic world environment, but the appearance of entities will also make them feel the power of this world more realistically.

Most importantly, with the entity, they will be able to take on the infusion of power from the new gods more effectively than they do now.

Psionic projection can't hold much divine power, which makes players far inferior to the natives in the use of divine arts, although their level is high.

And most importantly! Once they have the entity, they can officially carry out some exploration of 18+ fields, and they no longer have any reason to slander me for locking up their Niu Niu Lao Tzu finally don't have to carry this pot anymore.

Trissy, maybe I should give up on going to the Land of Origin for a while and instead"

"No, Murphy, the dog planner, calm down, don't be so impulsive! Compared to the greenhouse of life that may bring great benefits to you and your players, the future belonging of the Songhai people is obviously more important. ”

Tracey was also a little excited, but she had seen that strong winds and waves could be stable, so she would persuade:

"After all, the Greenhouse of Life is now in the hands of the scholar faction, and there is a high probability that that mad halfling will not take the initiative to send it to you, it is an important stronghold of Dusk, and it will not be easier to capture it than it is for you to defeat the Black Plague head-on.

You'll need a good enough plan of action, and most importantly, it's in the Grey Desert, too far away from Transcia or anywhere else, which means you can't use the People's Army or the Gnolls as your main force.

Gamer!

Players are the main force in this battle, and the current strength of the player base obviously has the possibility of further improvement.

At least in terms of quantity, they could be more. ”

"Well, indeed, I'm a little excited, this is another real big surprise that the development team of "Real Otherworld" has brought to players! It's definitely worth making the most shocking story advancement in the game stage so far. ”

Murphy took a few deep breaths, sat down in his chair and rubbed his chin and thought:

"But we're going to have to prepare for it from now on.

I have already agreed with the Lord that after the completion of the affairs of the Songhai Empire, he will start the operation of the Holy Blood Seal, if the ultimate goal is the Life Greenhouse project, then this operation can be regarded as the finale of the 0 plot.

After a shocking victory over Chaos, players will also have their own beautiful rewards.

Hehe, the official opening of 18+ content will definitely make users stick to achieve an epic leap, especially guys like Niu Niu and Gray Man, if they don't give me this dog plan when the time comes, it means that they have no conscience. ”

"Alas, enjoy cyber love, be an electronic licking dog, want to stick with his girlfriend from another world, and willingly accept the cruel exploitation planned by dogs. If I'm a player, I'll have to arrange it for you! ”

Tracey crossed her arms and complained fiercely:

"Collect the taste, Murphy, the game should be played with a smile, don't always be so utilitarian."

"You don't have a backache when you stand and talk, let me tell you, you're here, huh? Wait, there's a comm coming. ”

Murphy was about to have a good discussion with Tracy about what is meant by "the basic cultivation of dog planning", but was interrupted by a sudden quantum communication request, and after connecting it, it was found that it was a communication signal from Mosna's side.

"Sir Murphy, the monitor I put on Miss Penny has detected an anomalous signal!"

Mosna reminded in a serious tone:

"She and Bertie are supposed to be confronted by the members of Twilight, who tried to block out the communication but underestimated the effect of the monitor I had made myself, and Penny took the initiative to transcribe the picture and sound. I've locked down their location, do I want to go there to strike at the Twilight members? ”

"Of course! Didn't we leave that monitor for this moment? ”

Murphy got up and slapped Tracey's plump ass hard, telling the Scarlet Witch to contact the golden one who was still able to move, and prepare to round up the target.

"Mosna, get ready to arm! At the same time, keep the secret communication with Penny, and let the girl hold her back if you can. ”

"Sir, I think you should think about it now if Penny and Bertie mutiny."

"Then we don't lose anything, anyway, there will always be one or three members of the Twilight tonight to be punished by justice, but before that, our Miss Penny and Lord Bertie will first have to undergo a mental torture.

I don't want to torture humanity.

But unfortunately, we or dusk, they can only choose one side. ”

"And if they choose neutrality?"

"Are you kidding? Mosna, neutral? What's the difference between that and standing across from us? This kind of question is a matter of fundamental position, everyone! There is no neutrality at all! ”

——

In a remote area of Lake Shulpers that connects to the Genoa Peninsula, the ground at night is filled with fishy and eerie smells of grilled fish, and the charred corpses of the burned Ogon Fishmen are everywhere, and there are burned fish-man huts not far away.

It was like a fire from heaven.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as "a tornado of flames destroying the Fish-Man parking lot".

At present, there are only two NPCs in the player camp who can make such exaggerated scenes, one is the "Dragon Flame" Lady Lina who specializes in plastic fire magic, but this trace of Lady Shani, who has been following Lady Shani since the battle to kill the gods, has not appeared for a long time.

So, it's safe to assume that the one who is fighting here is none other than the recently well-known "Doom Guardian 11" in the player base.

Penny didn't come here to slaughter the fishmen for nothing, as a mechanical being, she advocated efficiency and would not waste time on such bullying things, and the reason why she would "surprise" these Dagon fishmen here was to track the traces of the Dagon Son.

According to the reports of players in the past few days, there is a suspected super-fish-man instance near Lake Sultpers, and Murphy's task for Penny is to get another "symbiote crystal" in the shortest possible time for subsequent organ enhancement experiments.

Penny doesn't go alone, her "own pilot" Bertie is always with her.

This also leads to the fact that when Penny detects anomalous shadow activity, it is too late for the poor combat Bertie to retreat, and the two face the "acquaintance" who came out of the shadows on this messy battlefield.

When the slave owner, Sarifo Shadowblade, actually appeared, Bertie did not rush up to salute the Mentor, but subconsciously drew the vampire sword at his waist and pointed forward.

The aggressive gesture brought Sarif's footsteps to a halt.

In the past few days, he has been going back and forth between the Old and New Worlds, and he has a subtle gaze at Bertie's blood-glittering eyes in the dark night, and the mechanical female warrior beside him who has entered battle mode and has plasma flames wrapped around her arms.

At this time, less than a month has passed since the incident in the port of Chardo, but the relationship between the three people can indeed be described as "things are not people".

"I'm sorry."

In a tired voice, Sarivo said:

"I left you in the port of Chardo, and I was going to take you with me, but things have changed subtly, and even for me, these twenty days have been like a whole century."

"You don't have to apologize, Your Excellency."

Realizing that he had overreacted, Bertie withdrew his sword, but he still said in a complicated tone:

"Maybe it's the right thing for you to leave us there. I guessed what you're here tonight for, but sorry, we're not going back with you! ”

"Because of the blood pact?"

Sarifo shook his head and said:

"There's no cure for that, there's a way I can cut you off from your elder, and if you're willing to take the risk, you can even revert back to your original life form."

"No, it's not because of the blood pact."

Bertie shook his head, he stared at Sarifo, and said in a dumb voice:

"It's because of what I've seen, heard, and seen these days that I used to worship you, and I see you as my father, and that's fine, you did raise me and Penny, but it wasn't until I was reborn as a vampire that I realized what true 'twilight' was in Genoa.

You have used the gnolls to turn them into the vanguard of chaos, and you have used their brutality and death to turn the entire northern part of the Genoa Peninsula into a hell of bones, and you have brought the Great Gon Fishmen to destroy the hope of the land's recovery, and you have pushed the plague of the Fishmen to the entire continent.

I saw it with my own eyes!

The mad scholar wants to destroy the whole of Port Chardo simply because he wants to fulfill his madman-like ideals.

He keeps saying that he wants to save Penny, but he has turned Penny into an instrument of destruction, and you treat Penny like a daughter, and if it weren't for the help of Lord Murphy, we would have lost her forever.

you

You're aiding the abuse!

I'm a shadow elf, and I'm not born to be a good person, but what these Twilight have done has gone beyond the definition of 'evil' and can't even be described as crazy.

But I still think you're different from them, and even now I can't justifiably defend you in front of the Transansians.

You hang out with a bunch of crazy people and you try to be one of them.

This is not right!

You have great ideals, you want to change our race, you are the one who brought us and your other followers on this path, we did not join them because we admired Twilight, we will always follow only you and your ideals!

Correct the ideals of a distorted Shadow Elf society! The ideal for all the Shadow Elf men."

Amid Bertie's rebuke, Sarivo remained silent.

He had no intention of justifying Twilight's actions, but he had been looking at Penny with a complicated complexion, and in the flickering electronic eyes, he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Birdie shouted to Surivo as if he couldn't understand or accept it:

"Maybe you can break away from that organization, just like me and Penny, we can"

"There's no second way, kid."

Sarifo retracted his gaze and whispered to Bertie:

"I want to destroy the existing civilization of the Shadow Elves, I want to end that stupid system, I don't want what happened to me to happen to you or to other Shadow Elves again, I killed the people I regarded as my brother and leader with my own hands, I killed the hope of the Shadow Elves with my own hands.

I had to forge a new hope.

However, I couldn't have done it on my own.

You are a man who grew up in the society of shadow elves, Bertie, you know all the suffering we have suffered in that twisted environment, the shadow is so big, it is like hell, and when you are in hell, the only thing that can help you is the devil.

It's not a simple question of right and wrong, Bertie, if the world could be measured by right and wrong, then it wouldn't rot to this point.

To be honest, I was sad and proud to hear that you had so firmly rejected my invitation.

You've finally grown from a subservient camel who only knows what to do, to a pack of things that know what you crave is like in Liondusk, I knew before I joined them, but it doesn't matter, because the life of a shadow elf is long and short.

It's long enough for the empty to rot into mud out of boredom, and it's short enough for the ideal to do one thing to the extreme.

So for us, choosing the direction is much more important than the effort.

I've chosen my path.

I must go until the end, fall in a pool of blood or ascend to the throne of the destroyer and the newborn.

Now it seems that you have chosen your own path.

Then there is not much to say. ”

Shadow Blade stretched out his hand and held it at his side, and a sharp elven blade like black teeth jumped into the palm of his hand.

The darkness of the night around them seemed to have taken on a deeper meaning when it appeared, beating with Sarif's breathing, obscuring all starlight.

"Huh"

The sharp blade is lightly slashed, like a black shadow cutting through the space in a line.

In the midst of the strange rift that shattered, Sarifo made a surprise move.

He stretched out his hand and stroked his face, covering the vicissitudes of life with a shadow mask on his handsome face, and even his voice became low and solemn.

"You have stood in my way, children, and I have learned an important lesson from the death that changed me, that only by living can you extend the path you have chosen, so this is the last lesson.

You've learned the cruel truth I learned when I knelt in Truman's blood.

Now that the goal has been set and the opposite is true, let's both fight for survival! ”

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