Steel steam and flame

The drinks were brought over at this time, and the three of them politely thanked them, and the conversation continued without any interruption.

In Cassia's spiritual world, Sukarius lay helplessly on the scorched earth. It wanted to say a few words, but even though it had stayed in captivity for nearly a thousand years and had no contact with the outside world, it knew that closing its mouth at this moment was the most sensible choice. Be it Cassia or Perkins, it can feel the relaxed and happy mood of both. Breaking it rashly and waiting for your own results will definitely not be good, it thought.

At the same time, throughout the Manoma region, perhaps due to information delays, until this moment, dozens of super analysis machines sounded alarm buzzers almost simultaneously, indicating that in a short time, Someone has invaded them.

The programmers who were standing by at all times took action immediately, but after checking, they found that the intrusion had long since disappeared, leaving no trace at all, as if they just came to take a look and made a sound to tell them that someone had been here.

"The location has been exposed." An engineer said, and then others added, "An extremely powerful intrusion method. Although the defense system played its role, it only blocked it slightly. If the other party did not take the initiative to leave, a successful intrusion would definitely happen. Case."

The same situation happened in the main control rooms of dozens of super analysis machines, and the same thing also happened within the Chira Andi family.

No reason can be found, the traces of the intruder have completely disappeared, and reverse tracking cannot be carried out. After a while, the situation was reported layer by layer, and then everything returned to calm. Sukarius, who had caused this situation, was lying helplessly on the scorched earth, waiting for the conversation between the three to end.

On the other side, Grote had found a place to park the limousine. He was holding a big umbrella and walking alone among a group of ten-meter-high statues under the blizzard.

The footsteps stopped soon after, Grote put away his umbrella, and large tracts of snow fell, quickly accumulating a thin layer on his shoulders and his hair like steel needles. He raised his head and looked at the statue that belonged to him in front of him - he was dressed like a knight from the Kingdom of Mano. The metal armor on the statue was all made of high-grade alloys. The huge sword he held in his hands The forged steel sword still reflected the cold light from the surrounding lamps, and the blade effortlessly cut through the cold wind and snow flakes hitting it.

Reaching out to wipe off the snow on the base of the statue, Grote looked at the engraved introduction and snorted, full of mockery. When you look at your own epitaph, you may have a different feeling.

"Died on the battlefield..."

"It is indeed a battlefield, but it is a battlefield that the empire has opened up for me alone. Now, it has become an extreme area due to uranium and gold radiation."

"However, this statue is worthy of praise. It does look like me and was made by a very good artist." This sentence was no longer said to himself, but to the people on the side.

Grote looked over. Macquarie walked out of the shadow of a statue, bowed with respect and said hello: "Mr. Grote. I don't know how it feels to return to Empire Manoma again." ?”

"Feelings?" Grote said, turning around and walking towards another statue, "There is nothing but nostalgia. What I miss is the Manoma of thousands of years ago, not this one. The Manoma of that time did not exist at this moment. The huge scale, the buildings are only a few stories high, but they are more likeable. Now..."

He shook his head, not wanting to express his evaluation.

The two went to another statue. Grote swept away the snow on the base with his hand, revealing a brief introduction under the snow - the second generation of the Knight King of the Empire, the head of the Knights of the Round Table, Coverdale ·Nelson,,,”

"Have the bones been found?"

Macquarie looked at the name "Coverdale Nelson" on the pedestal and nodded to confirm, "Contrary to various records, Coverdale Nelson was killed by a coalition team hundreds of years ago. Afterwards, his body was not recovered by the joint team. This should be a deal. Coverdale did not bring any sacred equipment when he went out, so not recovering his body was the reward."

"After that, the Holy Emperor's Hall and the King's family Astus disposed of the body. As for how it was disposed of, there is no record at all. Even in the past few days, due to the disappearance of a large number of Presbyterian Council members, we were able to use the Imperial Council, and Pekin After arriving, Mr. Zi showed his deterrence and went to the Holy Emperor's Hall and the internal data storage room of the King's family to search, but still did not get any results."

"When it was first processed, the only participants were the Holy Father and the members of the Presbyterian Church at that time. The information was all in their heads, and there was no paper data left at all."

Grote sighed and said he understood, "So, some of the frozen sleepers under the tundra and liquid nitrogen lake have also disappeared?"

"After discovering the disappearance of the Holy Father and the members of the Presbyterian Church, we immediately went to these sleeping areas, hoping to intercept some of the unresuscitated people. But the enemy's movements were obviously faster than ours, and nothing was left behind." Mag Li spoke with regret, and then sighed before continuing, "The only bone found is from the Avalon Agency. According to their historical information records, this bone belonging to Coverdale is still from the Exchange get."

"In that era, the professors of the Avalon Institution at that time exchanged life-extending surgery from a holy father. But there was no more information, and the content of the transaction was limited to that."

"Unfortunately, if this is the case, then he is really dead, and there is no chance to save him." Grote knocked on the base with his hand, and the thumping sound was like the heartbeat of Coverdale Nelson's statue. Powerful and powerful, it can spread in the cold wind.

Raising his head, Grote looked at the oppressive eyes of the statue, "Did you know that going out that time was your death? I think you should have noticed something. Maybe you left a message, but Over a long period of time, everything disappears, and even the history about you is fabricated and changed.”

"I'm still looking forward to that small possibility, hoping to see someone like you in this era. Unfortunately, there should be no chance."

"Contact Mr. Perkins, and bring the bone with you. He has a lot more things in his head than I do, and maybe he can find other traces. By the way, let's go to the Holy Emperor's Hall and the King's Family Astus together. Let’s stop and take a look.”

"Arrange immediately."

"Okay, call me. I want to stay here for a while, with my own statue."