Chapter 819： Think about the future

When the rising sun rose, a 1,523-year-old story ended. At the end of the story, the gods did not come to the real world, and fragile and small humans once again survived the disaster-many people's stories , It continues down.

Semmler clenched his combat staff and stood in the middle of the hall for a long time. There were countless breathless and tired priests and knights around. The information from the surface was just sent to the archbishop just now, but it seemed like The strange phenomenon that confuses the reality of the dream makes him still afraid to confirm the final result. He and everyone still wait in a tense mood.

For a brief moment when the morning light spread throughout the Orlando area, the priests seemed to wait for a century.

Then, the little stars finally appeared in everyone's field of vision, and appeared in the sky above the hall.

Semmler heard an old, tired voice coming to his mind: "It's over ... fellows, we are safe."

This is the voice of Meghal III.

After a short silence, the belated cheers suddenly rang through the hall!

"Successful! We stopped a god!" "The Outlander and Archbishop Selena succeeded!" "We survived, we survived!"

In the cheering sound of the surrounding tide, Wendy, who was taking care of the wounded, slowly straightened up. The pollution deep in her spirit was fading. She felt her soul was finally completely free. She raised her head and saw that Yuri in the distance is also watching.

"We're successful ..." Wendy slowly raised his lips and said with a smirk.

Yuri smiled complexly, and he took a breath, as if to whisper to himself, "... we haven't ruined the world."

A streamer appeared abruptly in the center of the hall. With the streamer converging, a lantern was condensed in everyone's sight, followed by a female figure holding a lantern.

"Archbishop Selena," Semler immediately greeted the figure, "you saved the whole church again ..."

The halo around Selina gradually dissipated. Of course, here she was just a projection mapped in the consciousness of those around her. In the face of Archbishop Samler, the chandelier shook her head slightly: "This time, It is not me who saves the church. "

"Ah, the wanderer outside ..." Semler responded instantly. "Where is He now?"

"The extravagant wanderer has temporarily returned, after all, he just came upon a projection in our mental network, and he will contact us again soon," said Selina softly, her eyes slowly swept across the hall, those cheers The priest, the tired but excited knight, the servants of the rest of the life after the disaster came to her eyes. Finally, she lowered her eyelids. "Thanks to your efforts in the real world, we can achieve our final success."

Semler looked at Selina strangely. He found that the archbishop's complex look and his emotions didn't seem to be as easy and exhilarating as others, which puzzled him deeply: "Archbishop Selena, you look like ... Any thoughts? "

Selina thought of the figure chasing the stars in the night, and thought of the most difficult question she had ever answered. She was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head: "I'm fine, but suddenly I'm a little confused."

"confused?"

"Bishop Semler, what do you think is the greatest instinct of a civilization?"

"Instinct?" Semmler was thinking about this strange question, and then he said a little uncertainly, "continuing himself?"

"So what's beyond continuation?" Selina asked again. "Beyond living ..."

"I ... don't know," Semler shook his head. "In my opinion, it's hard enough for us to continue in this world."

"Also," Selena paused for a second, then suddenly smiled and shook her head. "And it's not in your own field."

Semler speculated from Selena's response that the "saint" must have experienced in confrontation with the upper narrator, and then it suddenly showed this state of sentimentality, but it was obviously not a question at this moment. Time for details. In the cheering atmosphere surrounding him, he had taken the lead to calm down and asked, "Prince Selena, the threat of" falling down "has subsided. Should we consider the future of the church?"

"Of course," Selena nodded, and calmed down her emotions. "Although the situation is exciting, we may not have much time for celebration.

"I also saw the news from the surface just now. The influence of the upper narrator has spread to the real world. There are too many witnesses in the movement of Orandal's throat. I am afraid that this news will soon reach Roseau. In the ears-this headquarters is no longer safe.

"According to the previous plan prepared under the crown of the Pope, we must immediately start the transfer of headquarters. All members will leave, abandon this palace, take away all research materials and materials that can be carried, destroy them where they cannot be taken, Destroy the central pillar, the elemental shell, and the upper dome without leaving any clues.

"Every stronghold set up in the empire's territory must also be transferred. Under chaos, informers and mutineers will soon appear. If necessary, we must be prepared to give up all strongholds.

"All the sibs went into dormancy, no longer engaged in any church activities, waiting for unified instructions, and moved to Cecil in batches according to the previous plan-this work can be handed over to Yuri."

Selina said one by one, Semler listened with a serious expression, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's finally come to this step ... But it's a pity that it has been in business for 700 years, and it's going back to it overnight It's the origin. "

"It's better than total destruction," Selena shook her head. "And we still have at least 700 years of accumulated knowledge, and a new force willing to accept us, is not completely back to the original point."

"What about the Mind Network?" Semler asked again.

"... After losing the support of the facilities here, the operation of the spiritual network will be greatly affected, but fortunately, its foundation is built on our brain. As long as there are enough priests to survive, it can maintain a lower level of operation. Selina had clearly thought about this, and immediately answered, "After the transfer began, the mental network maintained the basic model, and the city of dreams no longer opened until we established a new headquarters in Cecil. Under the pope The process of maintaining the sandbox is very depleting, and he will spend most of the rest of his life recovering. The network affairs will be led by me and Archbishop Daniel-mainly me. Archbishop Daniel is now in Aldernan, considering When it comes to security issues, he will only provide technical support. "

"Well, I see," Semmler nodded. "In this way, as long as the mental network is still there, it will be much easier to coordinate and coordinate."

Then, Selina looked at the other side of the hall, and at the compute node hall where the brain servants were, her eyes fell on the observation windows and the open gate.

Semler noticed her gaze, and before she spoke, she said with a touch of emotion: "The Archbishop of Magnum ... please rest assured that we will bring him."

Selina shook her head and said softly, "No, bring everyone."

"All ..." Semmler frowned for a moment, then frowned. "You mean all brain servants? I'm afraid ... no, this will definitely consume more manpower and resources, and it will affect some transfers. schedule……"

"I know, but I have calculated everything we need, and our time is really limited, but as long as we do our best, we still have enough headroom to move all our brains to an alternate secure stronghold," Selina looked at Semler This may be the most irrational moment in her centuries, but she will not affect the overall situation because of the pervasive sensibility. The arrangements she made at the moment are the result of careful consideration. "Batch transfer, transfer To Orange County, Juniper County, Nchhoek County, and Tarenkins. Cecil Rail Investment will help us arrange trains or concealed trains. The relevant lines will be cleared in the near future and everything will be properly arranged. "

"... But I'm afraid that it can only transfer part of it," Semler frowned. "The point is not only that there are brain servants here, but in more remote locations, beyond the railway lines controlled by the Cecil investment, but also There are several nodes that are used to maintain other sandboxes-transferring immobile brain servants is much more difficult than transferring normal people. "

"Transfer as much as you can," Selena said. "If it can't be transferred, try to maintain it wherever possible."

"Selective maintenance? Does this make any sense?" Saimler frowned again. "The Mind Network itself does not need a brain servant. They are only used to maintain the sandbox system. Project No. 0 has now been terminated and future It will no longer be possible to use these brain servants ... "

He looked at Selina in confusion, but only saw a pair of deep, calm eyes, unable to analyze his specific thoughts and emotions.

Selena closed her eyes as if thinking.

This is some kind of repayment, this is the atonement for this wrong way; this is some kind of self-liberation, the first step to get the Perpetual Sect back to the right path; this is also a meaningful remedy, Cecil gains all death Biochemical technology, where not all brain servants have the possibility of healing ...

But for now, there is a reason that is more important and more convincing to everyone.

"This is the ticket," she opened her eyes and looked at Archbishop Samler. "It is for Cecil and the extravagant to accept our ticket-Cecil has its own order and rules, and we want to re-establish Back in the sun, we must actively embrace these guidelines from now on. Archbishop Semmler must let everyone know that for every additional brain servant that survives, some of us will be sent to mines and factories to serve in the future. It will be shorter. "

Then she added: "In addition, remind everyone not to be lucky, do n’t think that you have the ability to avoid the collection and transformation of rogues outside the region, and do n’t forget, this time he just projected his consciousness into the sandbox and consumed He has become the 'upper narrator' of the deity, and long before that, he had penetrated and controlled the entire spiritual network. "

Semler's feelings gradually began to rise, and his expression was extremely serious, and he slowly nodded: "I see."

Selina then breathed a sigh of relief, and then a slightly weird expression suddenly appeared on her face: "Now ... let's discuss the question of Archbishop Magnum."

Hearing the name, it was not only Samler, but even Wendy and Yuri who had just arrived nearby had their eyes glanced in unison, with a complex look on their faces.

"The Archbishop of Magnum has made a lofty sacrifice this time," Wendy said in a deep voice. "Maybe we should recognize him as a saint ..."

"No, I'm not saying this," Selena raised her right hand, holding up the dream lantern, "I mean--"

The lantern of dreams blooms a layer of gentle light, and suddenly, from that light comes a voice that is familiar to everyone and has a loud voice: "Hey, hey? Hey! Did anyone hear it? Does anyone hear it? What's going on in this **** place, anyone heard?

"Hey! I'm stuck! It doesn't look like a sandbox number one here! Can anyone tell me what's going on outside? Anyone? Anyone!"

Selina raised her hand and brushed over the lantern, releasing the soul contained in the lamp. The scattered glory suddenly shrank into a figure in front of everyone. Magna, with short red hair and short stature, stood in the hall, showing her whole body. Out of translucency, staring around.

The surroundings calmed down instantly.

"I collected his shards at the 'boundary', just like when I collected my shards under the pope's crown," Selena's voice broke the silence and embarrassment for a while, "but it looks like it caused him some trouble . "

Magnum heard Selina's voice beside her, and looked at the familiar hall in front of her confusedly, scratching her hair subconsciously: "What's going on ... I clearly remember that I already ..."

Before the words fell, he saw Yuri Charvin standing in front of him.

Awkwardness quickly emerged from the confused expression, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, barely tilted upwards, and hesitated to say hello: "Ah, Archbishop Yuri, it looks like ... have we succeeded?"

Yuri stared at Magnum in front of her for a few seconds before raising her right hand—

Slowly and firmly stuck out the middle finger.