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Chapter 1388 1385. He is crazy! He wants to create a new dusk!

"So, you have taken control of the Life Greenhouse project? Can this thing be started now?"

After Maireadin left, in the underground area where the Life Greenhouse was located, the slave owner stood on the mechanical platform with his hands behind his back, looking at the rows of breeding chambers in the darkness below.

He could see the strange green light shining in those once-closed areas, which was a sign that the life greenhouse was in operation, so he turned back and asked the scholar who was directing the mechanical assistant to clean up the scene:

"What kind of life are you using the creation machine left by the Creator? The legendary 'perfect life'?"

"Come on, that word is taboo in this field."

The scholar said without looking back:

“No matter in which era, experiments that claim to create ‘perfect life’ always end in tragedy. If even the Creator cannot get involved in this field, then why would a ridiculous mortal like me make such a useless attempt?

Would it make me feel fulfilled to trigger a disaster that affects the world with my own hands?

Am I that crazy in your eyes?

As for the greenhouse of life

Murphy formatted the main control program so that the recovery could only restore the control system here as much as possible. Thanks to some technology obtained from the Sentinel Think Tank, I reluctantly started the peripheral cultivation chamber of the Life Greenhouse, but the real It will still take some time for the core area to start up.

It’s just that I feel that our God of Creation may not give me time anymore, so I decided to use these activated breeding chambers to create an army to fight against the Order expeditionary force that is about to go to the gray desert to strangle us all. . "

"Can an army do such a thing?"

The slave owner was surprised and said:

"I don't think so, unless you can create an army of all silver or gold, or you can directly create a few demigods to serve as your thugs."

"Of course ordinary soldiers can't do it! At least they can't pass the level of foreigners."

The scholar walked to the side of the slave owner. He looked at the breeding cabins with green light in front of him and said:

"But I carefully studied the styles and characteristics of the foreigners, and I found that if I want to contain them, I must strengthen them both quantitatively and qualitatively. This requires ensuring that the soldiers I created can both breed quickly and survive Keep growing in battle.

And this growth must be quickly fed back to the entire group.

Generally speaking, such life does not exist.

But fortunately, in the biological database of the Life Greenhouse, I really found a case of an ethnic group that fits this condition very well.

It was one of the civilizations that was destroyed in the mass extinction event, and was marked by the Creator as 'very potential'. The best thing is that this civilization is inherently extremely resistant to chaos because of its unique form of existence."

"Hey! We are servants of Chaos."

The slave owner said sarcastically:

"So this one looks like a negative reinforcement, right? Unless you plan to use it to deal with not only the Coalition of Order, but also... no way, scholar, old Bach. Are you actually still a faction of Order deep down in your heart?"

“It’s a meaningless distinction, why do we have to have a stance?”

Old Bach retorted:

"I just think from the most cost-effective perspective. In short, this army that is about to be cultivated should be able to block the footsteps of the Alliance of Order until I unlock all the modules of the entire life greenhouse. At that time, I will enter my own The ending is to die without regrets.

Speaking of which

Give me some of your blood, skin tissue, and a little bone marrow fluid. "

"What are you going to do?"

The slave owner looked at the scholar suspiciously and said:

"Are you going to clone something weird again?"

"It's just an 'insurance'."

The scholar waved his hands and said:

"Just think of it as a little benefit for you."

"Hmph, I don't need it."

The slave owner waved his hand and said:

"Although I don't know what you plan to do, I don't want to participate anymore. I have my own way to go. This is probably the last time we will see each other. Treat this as farewell. I have to leave. Wish me a smooth journey."

"You want to go back to the Eternal Rift?"

The scholar asked:

"As you just said, you want to swing the right sword at the right person at the right time?"

"right."

Saliv said briefly before disappearing into the shadows.

But in the next moment, a complex device was thrown into the darkness by the scholar. Old Bach said:

"Since you have to pack your bags for a long journey, I have nothing to give you as a gift. This thing is the controller of some failed products of 'Perfect Life' that I tried to make before. I put them in the Black Mist Mountains, There should be some living individuals there, take them with you.

Anyway, if you stay there, you will probably be eaten by these 'children' who are about to emerge from their shells. It would be good to increase your chances of winning on the final journey.

In addition, you are in really good spirits when you come back this time, Sarifu, so has the foreigner cured your terrible mental internal disorder? "

"without."

An erratic voice sounded from the darkness, with a hint of helplessness and regret.

He said:

"What can you expect an alien quack to do? He's tried his best. It's not his fault, old Bach. No matter what you plan to do, no matter where you have gone, there is always a way back. That's all, I wish you well. transport."

The greenhouse of life became quiet. The scholar took the elevator down from the high platform to the cultivation area. He leaned on the mechanical cane and approached the nearest cultivation room. Through the observation window, he saw the strange black creature gradually taking shape in the humid environment.

He stroked the glass and muttered to himself:

"Going back? That's for cowards!

What a great blueprint! A new world where everyone is happy. I will complete it on behalf of the Creator! For the painful past, for the lost present, and for the bright future!"

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"I knew I could find you here."

A gentle voice sounded in a remote ruin in the gray desert. This place was wrapped in the stale and scattered past underground, like the remains of an ancient temple, but passing those things that had long collapsed could find hidden stairs that continued to go down.

After passing through several dangerous trap areas, you can reach a mechanical place that is incompatible with the dilapidated ruins outside.

In theory, this mechanical place full of futuristic simplicity can also be regarded as a "creation place", but it does not store the wonderful knowledge left by the Creator.

This is a cage.

At least it was once a cage.

Holding a cane, Meredin walked into this mechanical land. He looked at the old god seal that had been opened in front of him, and then looked at the strange goat man sitting on the guard chair next to the seal and flipping through a book, as well as the mechanical guards around him that were shut down and damaged due to the huge psychic tearing.

He stopped there, leaning on his cane and said to the goat man in front of him who was wearing a complicated robe and had a wonderful floating "cosmic star map" on his shoulder:

"Good day, Lord Vidia, since you have escaped from the cage and gained freedom, why do you still stay in this place where you have been sealed for 1,100 years?

Is it that the crazy prisoner fell in love with the cold cell?

Excuse me, this is really a twisted relationship."

"I'm just waiting for someone."

The goat man raised his head, wearing a single-sided golden glasses, and looked full of a wonderful "elegant and easy-going" feeling.

Compared with other goatmen, this guy has almost no coldness and darkness that are unique to his race, and the pair of eyes with seven rainbow rings surrounding square pupils give him an innate sense of mystery.

He is definitely not an ordinary person!

In fact, if an ordinary person sees this guy, he will definitely be guided and worshiped by his "divinity".

He is indeed a god.

Although he is only the lowest level old god in the circle of gods, he has surpassed the boundary between mortals and gods after all, and has his own great power that cannot be blasphemed or looked at directly.

Facing Maireddin's ridicule, the King of Ten Thousand Curses, Wedia, responded in a gentle tone:

"I am waiting for someone who can be my partner, someone who will not be frightened by the world's power and will not be willing to become a slave of Chaos, someone who has lofty ideals and is willing to pay the price to pursue the end.

The most important thing is, someone who will not be killed by me.

Excuse me, sir, are you the guest I am waiting for?"

"Yes"

Mareddin frowned and said:

"I can be your partner, and I will not be willing to be enslaved by Chaos. I have lofty ideals and am about to embark on a journey. I can be sure that I have the above characteristics, but I am not sure whether I will be killed by you."

"Swoosh"

The goat man sitting there raised his finger and shook it gently, and a rainbow light spray hit Maireddin under the wrapping of three fragmentation beams.

The four psychic powers all come with super magic, ring upgrade, must hit, penetration, curse and various enhancements, as well as the divine power enhancement of the King of Ten Thousand Curses. This thing will make the opponent lose a layer of skin even if it hits a demigod.

But Maireddin reacted quickly, and at the moment the opponent started to attack, he threw a big dispel, and then the arc of light that purified the psychic energy flashed like a waterfall, instantly dispelling all the enhancements on the psychic spell. Finally, he relied on several psychic shields attached to his body to take the move, and stayed in place without any injury in the shattering and shining psychic arc light.

"Excuse me."

He said softly.

The Vidia in front of him closed the book, stretched out his hand and clapped it to applaud the superb skills of the psychic master in front of him.

It said:

"It's confirmed, you are the one I'm waiting for! What a pity, I thought Mr. Murphy would come first. It seems that he still has something against me, perhaps because I secretly bewitched the Dark Lord and Nightmare Tyrant to die.

Alas, he can't understand. I know that those two guys can't shake the power of order at all. They just sent the difficult enemies to Murphy and then killed them with his own hands.

This is a gift, not an attack.

But he regarded it as malicious.

Perhaps it was because Mr. Murphy had been in contact with the annoying Paying for too long, so he was also infected with the boring poison of order, and lost his joyful mind and became a boring person like rotten wood.

On the other hand, you are the other extreme, sir."

Wedia stood up, and the sheep's tail decorated with gems and tail covers swayed behind the robe, and the book it had been reading was also suspended beside it.

It looked Meredin up and down and said:

"You have been up and down in the malice of Chaos for a hundred years but have not been defeated or polluted. This shows that you are determined. The battle of wits and courage with the monk leader has also allowed you to accumulate rich experience in Chaos, and you have also found precious freedom through death.

But I am very curious.

While being bound by Steiner's Horcrux, how did you reach an agreement with Old Bach, allowing him to risk execution and retain your biological data so that you could be resurrected from the power of the Greenhouse of Life? "

"The answer may surprise you."

Maireadin sighed and said:

"I didn't have any communication with the old Bach, maybe there was, but it was just eye contact.

It can only be said that I was lucky enough to meet someone smart enough to understand the meaning of my cry for help. And the best thing is that old Bach has his own purpose. He is not just a puppet of Brother Steiner.

It's too easy for someone like him to do something.

But the focus is not on the dead past, but on the future that is not yet here. I am looking to form a new organization, and I hope you will be a part of it. "

"Well, secret societies, that's my style!"

Vidia blinked with interest, so interested that a third eye appeared in the mysterious and complex psychic lines on its forehead.

It says:

"So, what is the organizational structure? What is the plan at the bottom? Who is in the superstructure? And most importantly, what is the purpose of the association?"

"There is no structure, no plan yet, the only members are you and me."

Maireadin spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I'm not afraid of making fun of you, but this organization is currently alone, and I don't plan to choose many people to join it. The story of Dusk tells us that when we are doing big things, having more people is not a good thing, especially when each member has his or her own The purpose of the situation will only make things worse.

As for the purpose.

The short-term goal is to kill Steiner, give myself a break, and permanently end the millennia of pain that the Secret Service has brought to this world.

The mid-term goal is to enter the heart of the world, drink the gift of the Creator from the pool of truth, and become a god.

The ultimate goal is to step into the Sunless Sea and find the sunken Sentinel flagship Omega. That flagship was once the Creator's ship. Through Steiner's memory, I can confirm that there is the ultimate secret left by the Creator on that ship!

A secret that can forever calm the waves of the Sunless Sea, a secret that can destroy the forces of Chaos from the source, a secret that allows us to control the origin of subspace.

Well, I am actually not interested in the lofty ideal of becoming the foundation of the universe, but the light in your eyes means that you have decided to join this adventure. "

"Yes, I'm interested, and my conspiratorial heart is already jumping for joy."

Vidya said:

"But I have one last question before joining. May I ask your Excellency, why are you doing this? Is it just to avenge Steiner who took away and destroyed your life? Or do you want to be a hero and completely end the hidden dangers of subspace? "

"Is this answer important?"

Maireadin asked, Vidia nodded and said seriously:

"It's very important. The last guy who claimed to me that he wanted to obtain the secrets of the gods personally pushed me into the old god's cage. That time, it was probably because I didn't ask this question that I was trapped for 1,100 times. Year.

Ah, the painful and tragic past is enough to teach me to be more cautious when facing the same request for alliance.

So, answer me, Maireadin!

Tell me your reasons. "

"A little bit of both."

Maireadin replied:

"But it may be more due to the curiosity of the psychic master. Just like when I was driven by curiosity and was possessed by the remnant soul of the chief monk, it shaped my tragedy. I thought I could learn a lesson, but it turned out that , I am still no match for the drive of curiosity.

I want to see the origin of subspace, I want to see the starting point of the Creator’s entry into this world and the end point of His disappearance.

If possible, I would like to see the world outside this world.

Did you know?

When a fish learns to chase its curiosity, it is no longer content to stay in the safety of its tank. "

"Okay! A strange answer, a true answer, I'll follow it."

Vidya stretched out his paw and said to Maireadin:

"I have joined New Dusk. I will go to Abyss City to call on my stupid descendants. You go and get the new members. I am very curious, who are you going to choose to be the third person?"

"A man who has been harmed by his Creator."

Maireadin said softly:

"An old friend, I don't even need him to join us, it's just a convenience when necessary. Having said that, I can't help but ask you a question, Your Excellency. I heard that the King of Curses knows everything about the world, then Can you tell me.

Do creatures like mind flayers have souls? "