Chapter 1347： farewell
The middle-aged man curled up on the ground blinked his eyes vigorously, as if his memory, thinking, soul, and body had been divided into different levels by some power, so that he could not think and understand the present as a complete human. What happened, this state continued for several seconds, and some messy fragments of thought were reorganized in his consciousness. He finally remembered who he was and who the woman in front of him was.
"Bertila..." He hesitated, his voice hoarse and not like a human voice, and chaotic thoughts hit his mind. With a little recovery of memory, his expression finally became more and more frightened, "I...I ...You did it all..."
He stopped suddenly, as if only then realized the strangeness of his "body". He looked down at his human body with a panic on his face, and then he almost propped himself up with his hands and feet. Try to stand while muttering: "This is not real... This is an illusion, what did you do to me? Don't make such a joke..."
"This is the last peace of your soul, my'comrade'," Bertila just silently looked at the person in front of him from the beginning to the end, and his tone was extremely calm at the moment, "You can't go back anymore, your body ——If that is your body, it collapsed and alienated because of the face of the gods. Now it is gradually being decomposed, and your consciousness is brought here by me. This is the depths of the neural network, and I use myself. The space constructed by thinking nodes. Bertram, if you still have a little bit of the most basic sense and humanity, remember it as soon as possible. Recalling everything you have done, we don’t have much time to waste. "
Bertram—or Bertram condensed from memories suddenly came to a halt. He stopped struggling to stand, but looked forward with a stunned expression, his eyes out of focus seemed to be watching. Some endlessly distant past times, then he collapsed little by little, knelt between the endless flower fields, clasped his head tightly with his hands, and let out a howl that humans could hardly make.
Berthila watched him until Bertram calmed down for a while, and she slowly said, "I'm sorry, I can only use this method to forcefully recall the original'you', but now it looks like an early one. You’re unable to bear the dark memory of the next few hundred years, which has put tremendous pressure on your conscience."
"We have been wandering in the dark and desperate wasteland for hundreds of years... We calculate, we deduced, we are rooted in the rotten soil, living in symbiosis with forces that mortals cannot understand, and trying to figure out that road over and over again... We came to the conclusion, we came to the conclusion..." Bertram whispered as if whispering, "That is a dead end, we calculated three hundred years ago, it is a dead end... it doesn't work... …"
"Yes, it doesn't work, we know it now-but fortunately, we are not the only ones trying to survive in this world. The Cecils have found another way, and you are trapped in the dark. , Your thoughts are also trapped there, you can’t see the existence of other roads," Berthila lowered his gaze, "Bertlaim, even to this day, I still thank you for what you did when you rushed into the wasteland. Sacrifice, I believe that at least at the beginning, your vows are sincere—it's just that the darkness and despair can be resisted by extraordinary people. It is all of us who miscalculated the malice of this world."
"It's too late, now it's too late to say this..." Bertram finally raised his head, and a distorted face appeared in front of Bertila, "I don't know how long I can maintain this state. ——Huge anger and hatred are gradually covering my consciousness, I even want to...Kill you, ask quickly, saint, I'm almost unable to recognize your face."
"What do you want to do?" Bertila no longer wastes time, "You put those rune stones in the deep blue network channel, what do you want to use them for?"
"Dark Blue Net... Runestone... I remember," the muscles on Bertram's face trembled, and as he recalled the secrets belonging to the Dark Order, the boundless malice and anger grew. Filling, while resisting this power, he spoke quickly, "This is the plan of the Grand Master Borken. We... we need to domesticate the planet under our feet, and penetrate the entire planet, to be able to interfere with matter and non-physical phenomena at the same time. The magical circulation system of the material world is a natural'rein', we have to hold the rein in our hands..."
He coughed suddenly and violently gasped for a few seconds before continuing: "All our suffering, all the malice in this world, come from two points. One is the gods, and the other is sweeping across all the stars from time to time. 'Magic shock', the former... the former brings a divine disaster that destroys all things, the latter... the latter will temporarily change the boundaries of all things, the magic wave... yes, we call it the magic wave..."
"The magic shock that sweeps all the stars from time to time?" Bertila suddenly noticed this special word, "What does this mean? This is your understanding of the magic wave? How did you research this step?"
"I don't know... this knowledge is not our result, it was the elf sisters who said that there is a most primitive magical shock resounding in the universe, which is like a network of layers, wandering back and forth between the stars. , It is the original form of all things in the world, and it is also the'reference band' of magic power. When this force passes over the stars, all the'virtual stars' will burn and brighten up, and all the'physical stars' will Infiltrated in a powerful force field... all intelligent creatures’ minds will be affected by it, cognition will deviate from everything, and the boundary between entity and non-entity will be blurred. They also mentioned... and mentioned..."
Bertram’s eyes were suddenly dizzy, as if another consciousness was about to dominate his thinking, but the next second, Bertila held his shoulders, while forcibly making him wake up, he hurriedly asked: "They also mentioned What's there?"
"The magnification and dislocation of the observer effect... The projection in the deep sea and the'pre-image' in the physical universe lose their boundaries... I only know these, most people only know these, and perhaps the Master Borken knows the backing. More explanation, but I'm not sure..."
"...It seems that this is what the sailor understands about the'Magic Tide'," Bertila said in a deep voice, and then she observed Bertram's state before asking, "Then this is the same as your throwing rune stones. What does it matter? What about the'domestication' of the planet you just mentioned?"
"Block that magical shock... We want to create an eternal and safe world... Seven hundred years ago, the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well was not a real magic wave. On the contrary, powerful planetary stars spewed out. , Resisted the'shock aftermath' that passed over the planet at that time-we tried to reproduce this process and control it," Bertram said in a low and hoarse voice, his language sometimes intermittently, his mind sometimes In a trance, but on the whole, Bertila can understand what he said, "We have to use rune stones to control the dark blue network of the entire planet, and then actively trigger its explosion. If the control is accurate, the planet itself will not Disintegrate, and we will have a barrier covering the planet...
"This barrier will last forever. It will isolate our planet from this malicious universe. It will never suffer from the evil tide. It will also block the connection between the mortal world and the gods, and become a gap between the world and the deep sea. The gods will never find us...like a baby returning to a safe infancy, forever and ever..."
Bertila opened her eyes slightly and stared at Bertram in front of her. She did not speak for several seconds, and then she suddenly said: "Do you really think that this can be exchanged for eternal security?"
"That's what the Grand Master said, the same is what the Elf sisters said," Bertram said in a low voice, "Just wrap our planet carefully and permanently cut off from the outer universe, and only accept the limited energy of the sun. With gifts, we can build a permanent home of happiness, at least...it will last until the sun above us goes out, and this will take many, many years."
Bertila didn’t know how to evaluate this crazy plan, she just suddenly thought of another very crucial point: “Wait, you said you want to guide the ‘big explosion’ of Deep Blue Nets. How many people will die in this process?”
"Like the Gondor Empire 700 years ago," Bertram said in a deep voice, "This process essentially reproduces the birth of the Gondor Wasteland-therefore, the entire mortal civilization will be destroyed, and all mortal kingdoms will be destroyed. Extinction, more than 90% of the world’s creatures will become extinct in this process, but some will survive, just like us on the Gondor Wasteland, they will evolve little by little to become our appearance in an environment saturated with dark blue magic. ...Finally, adapt to this new world."
Bertlem paused, and slowly said in a deep voice: "Our appearance is the future of all things."
"You really are crazy..." Bertila's eyes widened, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Turn the entire planet into an environment like the Gondor Wasteland, destroying all civilizations, leaving nothing but zero. Stars, mutant freaks like you, are wandering on the wasteland all over the planet... What is the meaning of this kind of "easy home"? What is the meaning of this long-term "protection"?"
"But at least, the creatures on this planet don't have to face the magic tide and the disaster," Bertram shook his head. "And after a long time, maybe further evolution will come. The wandering mutant creatures may establish a new civilization, and more life forms may breed in the wasteland environment. The harsh and desperate environment that you seem to be may be fertile soil for another group of creatures...Bertila , Do you know? After wandering in the Gondor Wasteland for seven hundred years, I actually feel that the dark and corrupted land is still alive...Time can change everything."
"But this should not be the fate of civilized nations, and you are not qualified to cut off the future for them," Bertila looked into Bertram's eyes, "If we will face a doomsday, then we are willing to die. Fighting, willing to fight to the last person on the battlefield, willing to face the end in resistance-instead of you creating a natural disaster, it is up to you to sever the future of all people in the name of resisting the enemy, and in the end, you have to listen to you. Said this is to protect the world of the future."
"...You are right, but it is a pity that we, who have been in the wasteland for many years, will no longer think like you," Bertlem twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a distorted smile that was almost ugly." This also includes me-when my only remaining reason and conscience dissipate at the moment, I will only think that your remarks are naive and polite."
"Perhaps, this is the sorrow of all of us," Bertila sighed softly, "Let’s go on, Bertram... I now know your true purpose, and now I want to know about those Regarding the rune stones, what is your next release plan? How many rune stones do you have to release? If you complete all the release plans...how will you activate them?"
"Our delivery schedule... is over half of the time. I don't know the specifics of the whole plan, but I think we still need at least... and another third of the runestones are needed to achieve the'domestication of this planet.' '," Bertram's tone was hesitant, as if he was fighting for some kind of "dominance", but in the end his words still flowed smoothly, "Dark Blue Netway is very complicated. It's not just throwing a lot of runestones in one breath. There is enough'number' in the network, and the number of suitable nodes is limited...
"Originally, we have found almost enough nodes in the wasteland. Without disturbing the deep blue well of the central node, we can send more than 90% of the runestones into the predetermined pulse flow, but afterwards, something unexpected happened. The runestones invested in these nodes were intercepted by the Kraken...Finally we had to look beyond the barrier...
"The most important node is located at the ancestral peak. In the depths of that high mountain, there is actually a natural source of magic that is no less than the deep blue well. The locals don’t know anything about it. The magical environment is regarded as a gift from the ancestors...
"The other scheduled nodes are located deep in the mountains in the northern part of the mainland. The two swamps on the border of the Holy Dragon Principality each have a drop point, three in the eastern extension of the Dark Mountain, one in the Shadow Swamp on the Tifeng border, and the blue rock hills in the southern part of the mainland. There are two places, three places in the northwest of the Gaoling Kingdom...
"The number of rune stones that need to be placed at each drop point varies, at least one, up to four or five. Rune stones have the function of autonomous navigation and positioning in the dark blue veins, and they will start to move after entering the network..."
Bertlaim's tone gradually became low, but he still kept telling everything he knew. During the long storytelling process, Berthila kept listening seriously and never missed a word.
After a while, Bertlem’s voice finally calmed down completely.
He seemed to be asleep, sitting paralyzed in front of Bertil with his head lowered, his body motionless, the memory that preserved his conscience seemed to have completely left the "body", leaving only a hollow body in place.
But soon, a new consciousness grew in the corners of the body. The body began to tremble. Accompanied by hoarse breathing, the body that had been still for a long time suddenly raised his head, his eyes were angry and angry. Hatred was full, the muscle lines on his face twitched, and a husky, twisted voice squeezed out from his throat: "Bei Er-Ti..."
However, the roar came to an abrupt end when only a few words popped out. The flower field surrounded by pure white flowers suddenly squirmed. The cute and harmless flowers and plants were intertwined into a huge mouth with sharp teeth. He swallowed Bertram's "body" that had begun to twist quickly.
The next second, the flower field returned to calm, and there was no trace left. Only Bertila, wearing a light green dress, stood quietly in place, watching the sea of flowers gently swaying in the breeze.
"Walk all the way, Bertlem."
"Bertila..." He hesitated, his voice hoarse and not like a human voice, and chaotic thoughts hit his mind. With a little recovery of memory, his expression finally became more and more frightened, "I...I ...You did it all..."
He stopped suddenly, as if only then realized the strangeness of his "body". He looked down at his human body with a panic on his face, and then he almost propped himself up with his hands and feet. Try to stand while muttering: "This is not real... This is an illusion, what did you do to me? Don't make such a joke..."
"This is the last peace of your soul, my'comrade'," Bertila just silently looked at the person in front of him from the beginning to the end, and his tone was extremely calm at the moment, "You can't go back anymore, your body ——If that is your body, it collapsed and alienated because of the face of the gods. Now it is gradually being decomposed, and your consciousness is brought here by me. This is the depths of the neural network, and I use myself. The space constructed by thinking nodes. Bertram, if you still have a little bit of the most basic sense and humanity, remember it as soon as possible. Recalling everything you have done, we don’t have much time to waste. "
Bertram—or Bertram condensed from memories suddenly came to a halt. He stopped struggling to stand, but looked forward with a stunned expression, his eyes out of focus seemed to be watching. Some endlessly distant past times, then he collapsed little by little, knelt between the endless flower fields, clasped his head tightly with his hands, and let out a howl that humans could hardly make.
Berthila watched him until Bertram calmed down for a while, and she slowly said, "I'm sorry, I can only use this method to forcefully recall the original'you', but now it looks like an early one. You’re unable to bear the dark memory of the next few hundred years, which has put tremendous pressure on your conscience."
"We have been wandering in the dark and desperate wasteland for hundreds of years... We calculate, we deduced, we are rooted in the rotten soil, living in symbiosis with forces that mortals cannot understand, and trying to figure out that road over and over again... We came to the conclusion, we came to the conclusion..." Bertram whispered as if whispering, "That is a dead end, we calculated three hundred years ago, it is a dead end... it doesn't work... …"
"Yes, it doesn't work, we know it now-but fortunately, we are not the only ones trying to survive in this world. The Cecils have found another way, and you are trapped in the dark. , Your thoughts are also trapped there, you can’t see the existence of other roads," Berthila lowered his gaze, "Bertlaim, even to this day, I still thank you for what you did when you rushed into the wasteland. Sacrifice, I believe that at least at the beginning, your vows are sincere—it's just that the darkness and despair can be resisted by extraordinary people. It is all of us who miscalculated the malice of this world."
"It's too late, now it's too late to say this..." Bertram finally raised his head, and a distorted face appeared in front of Bertila, "I don't know how long I can maintain this state. ——Huge anger and hatred are gradually covering my consciousness, I even want to...Kill you, ask quickly, saint, I'm almost unable to recognize your face."
"What do you want to do?" Bertila no longer wastes time, "You put those rune stones in the deep blue network channel, what do you want to use them for?"
"Dark Blue Net... Runestone... I remember," the muscles on Bertram's face trembled, and as he recalled the secrets belonging to the Dark Order, the boundless malice and anger grew. Filling, while resisting this power, he spoke quickly, "This is the plan of the Grand Master Borken. We... we need to domesticate the planet under our feet, and penetrate the entire planet, to be able to interfere with matter and non-physical phenomena at the same time. The magical circulation system of the material world is a natural'rein', we have to hold the rein in our hands..."
He coughed suddenly and violently gasped for a few seconds before continuing: "All our suffering, all the malice in this world, come from two points. One is the gods, and the other is sweeping across all the stars from time to time. 'Magic shock', the former... the former brings a divine disaster that destroys all things, the latter... the latter will temporarily change the boundaries of all things, the magic wave... yes, we call it the magic wave..."
"The magic shock that sweeps all the stars from time to time?" Bertila suddenly noticed this special word, "What does this mean? This is your understanding of the magic wave? How did you research this step?"
"I don't know... this knowledge is not our result, it was the elf sisters who said that there is a most primitive magical shock resounding in the universe, which is like a network of layers, wandering back and forth between the stars. , It is the original form of all things in the world, and it is also the'reference band' of magic power. When this force passes over the stars, all the'virtual stars' will burn and brighten up, and all the'physical stars' will Infiltrated in a powerful force field... all intelligent creatures’ minds will be affected by it, cognition will deviate from everything, and the boundary between entity and non-entity will be blurred. They also mentioned... and mentioned..."
Bertram’s eyes were suddenly dizzy, as if another consciousness was about to dominate his thinking, but the next second, Bertila held his shoulders, while forcibly making him wake up, he hurriedly asked: "They also mentioned What's there?"
"The magnification and dislocation of the observer effect... The projection in the deep sea and the'pre-image' in the physical universe lose their boundaries... I only know these, most people only know these, and perhaps the Master Borken knows the backing. More explanation, but I'm not sure..."
"...It seems that this is what the sailor understands about the'Magic Tide'," Bertila said in a deep voice, and then she observed Bertram's state before asking, "Then this is the same as your throwing rune stones. What does it matter? What about the'domestication' of the planet you just mentioned?"
"Block that magical shock... We want to create an eternal and safe world... Seven hundred years ago, the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well was not a real magic wave. On the contrary, powerful planetary stars spewed out. , Resisted the'shock aftermath' that passed over the planet at that time-we tried to reproduce this process and control it," Bertram said in a low and hoarse voice, his language sometimes intermittently, his mind sometimes In a trance, but on the whole, Bertila can understand what he said, "We have to use rune stones to control the dark blue network of the entire planet, and then actively trigger its explosion. If the control is accurate, the planet itself will not Disintegrate, and we will have a barrier covering the planet...
"This barrier will last forever. It will isolate our planet from this malicious universe. It will never suffer from the evil tide. It will also block the connection between the mortal world and the gods, and become a gap between the world and the deep sea. The gods will never find us...like a baby returning to a safe infancy, forever and ever..."
Bertila opened her eyes slightly and stared at Bertram in front of her. She did not speak for several seconds, and then she suddenly said: "Do you really think that this can be exchanged for eternal security?"
"That's what the Grand Master said, the same is what the Elf sisters said," Bertram said in a low voice, "Just wrap our planet carefully and permanently cut off from the outer universe, and only accept the limited energy of the sun. With gifts, we can build a permanent home of happiness, at least...it will last until the sun above us goes out, and this will take many, many years."
Bertila didn’t know how to evaluate this crazy plan, she just suddenly thought of another very crucial point: “Wait, you said you want to guide the ‘big explosion’ of Deep Blue Nets. How many people will die in this process?”
"Like the Gondor Empire 700 years ago," Bertram said in a deep voice, "This process essentially reproduces the birth of the Gondor Wasteland-therefore, the entire mortal civilization will be destroyed, and all mortal kingdoms will be destroyed. Extinction, more than 90% of the world’s creatures will become extinct in this process, but some will survive, just like us on the Gondor Wasteland, they will evolve little by little to become our appearance in an environment saturated with dark blue magic. ...Finally, adapt to this new world."
Bertlem paused, and slowly said in a deep voice: "Our appearance is the future of all things."
"You really are crazy..." Bertila's eyes widened, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Turn the entire planet into an environment like the Gondor Wasteland, destroying all civilizations, leaving nothing but zero. Stars, mutant freaks like you, are wandering on the wasteland all over the planet... What is the meaning of this kind of "easy home"? What is the meaning of this long-term "protection"?"
"But at least, the creatures on this planet don't have to face the magic tide and the disaster," Bertram shook his head. "And after a long time, maybe further evolution will come. The wandering mutant creatures may establish a new civilization, and more life forms may breed in the wasteland environment. The harsh and desperate environment that you seem to be may be fertile soil for another group of creatures...Bertila , Do you know? After wandering in the Gondor Wasteland for seven hundred years, I actually feel that the dark and corrupted land is still alive...Time can change everything."
"But this should not be the fate of civilized nations, and you are not qualified to cut off the future for them," Bertila looked into Bertram's eyes, "If we will face a doomsday, then we are willing to die. Fighting, willing to fight to the last person on the battlefield, willing to face the end in resistance-instead of you creating a natural disaster, it is up to you to sever the future of all people in the name of resisting the enemy, and in the end, you have to listen to you. Said this is to protect the world of the future."
"...You are right, but it is a pity that we, who have been in the wasteland for many years, will no longer think like you," Bertlem twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a distorted smile that was almost ugly." This also includes me-when my only remaining reason and conscience dissipate at the moment, I will only think that your remarks are naive and polite."
"Perhaps, this is the sorrow of all of us," Bertila sighed softly, "Let’s go on, Bertram... I now know your true purpose, and now I want to know about those Regarding the rune stones, what is your next release plan? How many rune stones do you have to release? If you complete all the release plans...how will you activate them?"
"Our delivery schedule... is over half of the time. I don't know the specifics of the whole plan, but I think we still need at least... and another third of the runestones are needed to achieve the'domestication of this planet.' '," Bertram's tone was hesitant, as if he was fighting for some kind of "dominance", but in the end his words still flowed smoothly, "Dark Blue Netway is very complicated. It's not just throwing a lot of runestones in one breath. There is enough'number' in the network, and the number of suitable nodes is limited...
"Originally, we have found almost enough nodes in the wasteland. Without disturbing the deep blue well of the central node, we can send more than 90% of the runestones into the predetermined pulse flow, but afterwards, something unexpected happened. The runestones invested in these nodes were intercepted by the Kraken...Finally we had to look beyond the barrier...
"The most important node is located at the ancestral peak. In the depths of that high mountain, there is actually a natural source of magic that is no less than the deep blue well. The locals don’t know anything about it. The magical environment is regarded as a gift from the ancestors...
"The other scheduled nodes are located deep in the mountains in the northern part of the mainland. The two swamps on the border of the Holy Dragon Principality each have a drop point, three in the eastern extension of the Dark Mountain, one in the Shadow Swamp on the Tifeng border, and the blue rock hills in the southern part of the mainland. There are two places, three places in the northwest of the Gaoling Kingdom...
"The number of rune stones that need to be placed at each drop point varies, at least one, up to four or five. Rune stones have the function of autonomous navigation and positioning in the dark blue veins, and they will start to move after entering the network..."
Bertlaim's tone gradually became low, but he still kept telling everything he knew. During the long storytelling process, Berthila kept listening seriously and never missed a word.
After a while, Bertlem’s voice finally calmed down completely.
He seemed to be asleep, sitting paralyzed in front of Bertil with his head lowered, his body motionless, the memory that preserved his conscience seemed to have completely left the "body", leaving only a hollow body in place.
But soon, a new consciousness grew in the corners of the body. The body began to tremble. Accompanied by hoarse breathing, the body that had been still for a long time suddenly raised his head, his eyes were angry and angry. Hatred was full, the muscle lines on his face twitched, and a husky, twisted voice squeezed out from his throat: "Bei Er-Ti..."
However, the roar came to an abrupt end when only a few words popped out. The flower field surrounded by pure white flowers suddenly squirmed. The cute and harmless flowers and plants were intertwined into a huge mouth with sharp teeth. He swallowed Bertram's "body" that had begun to twist quickly.
The next second, the flower field returned to calm, and there was no trace left. Only Bertila, wearing a light green dress, stood quietly in place, watching the sea of flowers gently swaying in the breeze.
"Walk all the way, Bertlem."
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