Sword of Daybreaker

After Rosetta finally left, only Gawain was left in the pure white flower field. He stood quietly by the round table, letting the breeze blow by his side, watching the unknown white flowers at his feet lightly in the wind. Swaying lightly, a figure gradually emerged from the sea of ​​flowers not far away between the ups and downs of thoughts in his head.

It was Bertila in a long green dress.

As the architect and manager of this network encryption space, Bertila has listened to all meetings held by Gao Wen in this sea of ​​flowers, but she rarely shows up directly, only occasionally after the meeting. For example at this moment.

"Your thoughts are very serious." In this cyberspace, Bertila's figure returned to her posture when she was a human. She wandered to a position opposite Gawain and looked at him across the round table. , "Are you thinking about your'final means'?"

"You know what my ‘final means’ is," Gawain looked at Bertila, "I told you about the ‘backup plan’ on the eve of the Battle of Talash."

"Yes, because I was transferring most of my consciousness to the derived limbs near the Talash Plain. You told me some of your'little secrets' so that I could know how to respond in an emergency. Protect yourself," Bertila nodded slightly, "You can drop part of the Voyager space facilities from space, and set off a devastating impact and energy explosion on the ground. Its power is even enough to kill the heyday. Dragon God, this is your last resort when fighting against a divine disaster."

Having said this, she frowned slightly: "This is indeed a costly plan. If the ultimate disobedience does happen, the divine disaster may occur across the entire Continent of Loren, and your'natural punishment' can only come. Above everyone's heads."

Gawain nodded silently, everything was exactly as the other party had said.

Even if the unified field of mind really triggered the final disobedience in the final stage and caused the collective loss of control of the gods, he still has the last choice to try to prevent this disaster, and that is the legacy of the sailors in space.

Just as the "final plan" for deterring the Dragon God and dealing with the sentinel crisis, decommissioning satellites and space stations in orbit and throwing them to the ground is his killer against the gods.

But unlike the situation when it deterred the Dragon God and responded to the sentinel crisis, this time the cost of this final plan will be staggeringly high.

Because after the final disobedience is triggered, all the gods on this planet will be out of control. They will appear on the entire continent, appearing in the sky above all the kingdoms gathered by mortals, and Gawain’s bombing list will no longer be on the list. It is the Tarrond continent that hangs alone overseas, not the sparsely populated Gondor wasteland, but the entire mortal world.

In essence, this is actually using one disaster to prevent another disaster. Even with the best results, he can only guarantee that some mortals will survive the space-based bombing, and if the situation is worse, If the scope of the gods descending is too scattered...

"This is the worst'hole card', but sometimes the situation really does not allow us to be optimistic," his voice is low and slow. "We can only do our best to prepare everything to prevent the situation from really developing to that day, even if the situation is true. When the day comes, we will also try to reduce the loss as much as possible and keep the fire."

He stared at Bertila quietly, and the latter felt something from this gaze. Her expression became solemn: "What do you need me to do?"

"Two things, the first thing, I want you to continue to grow underground in the areas of the Holy Spirit Plain and the Gondor Wastes with the thickest rock layers and the most stable geological structure, and deepen the roots, the deeper the better, and then in these areas Ten to fifteen'caves' have been expanded," Gao Wen looked into Bertila's eyes and slowly confessed, "We will set up a batch of neural network access points in these underground caves. Your root system is the best. They should be enough to connect all these "dungeons" to the backbone network."

"You want to transfer a part of the neural network node group underground," Bertila immediately understood Gawain's intentions, "so that even if you enable the ‘final plan’, you can minimize the neural network’s suspension during the bombing."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "With your current rooting ability, the thickest rock layer will be enough to withstand the impact and energy penetration of the satellite when it falls. Transferring a part of the node group to deep underground can ensure the safety of the mother star barrier. The operation basis of the unified field of mind is the'projection source' of non-directional thoughts, and the basis of non-directional thoughts is the living nodes in the neural network. If these living nodes are killed by orbital bombardment, then the mother star barrier will also be destroyed. Nothing exists. On the other hand, people who are transferred to the dungeon can also become "fire seeds." They are the computing nodes of the neural network and the hope of returning to the ground to rebuild their homes after orbital bombing."

"I understand, I will take root from now on," Bertila nodded with a solemn expression, and then showed a hint of curiosity, "What about the second thing?"

"...Guarantee survival," Gao Wen finally spoke slowly after a few seconds of silence, "in any case, guarantee survival."

Bertila opened her eyes slightly. She seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of Gawain's words for a while, but soon, she heard Gawain's next order or exhortation.

"You are an'adult' who is not affected by the divine disaster. Even if the'final plan' fails, the out-of-control gods will not take you as a target," Gao Wen said solemnly, his expression more than ever. Seriously, "At the same time, you have an extremely special life form. Your body is a plant. Your consciousness can be distributed in hundreds of synthetic brains, and these synthetic brains... can be shut down by external means. And the restarted, and the synthetic brain in the shutdown state is no longer an observer."

The expression on Bertila's face changed, and she finally understood what Gawain's exhortation meant.

"We will try our best to survive, but we will also face the future with the worst assumptions. If everything is alive, we should at least figure out how to leave something in this world," Gao Wen said in a low voice. Speaking slowly, "I believe that other countries should also have their own'preservation plans' to prepare for the worst outcome after all the plans fail, and you... Bertila, you are Cecil's Save the plan. Valley

"Bertila, remember this command. If we fail to prevent the final divine disaster, or the mother planet barrier plan fails, you must immediately cut off the connection with all neural network nodes and cut yourself out of the mortal thoughts. You must Transfer your consciousness to the synthetic brain and enter the hibernation state, and give the Thorin giant tree instructions to survive before dormant, and stay alive at all costs."

In the boundless sea of ​​pure white flowers, the breeze has completely stopped at some point. An unspeakable silence enveloped the virtual world. I don’t know how long it took before Bertila broke the silence: "You really gave me a heavy enough weight. The mission..."

While she was talking, she shook her head slightly, seeming to want to sigh, but finally turned into a question: "But does it really make sense to do this? When the whole world is turned into ruins amidst the raging gods, All the creatures in the world are turned into history in the tide of magic. What else can a giant Thorin tree that survive alone in the center of the wasteland? Do you let me stare at a dying world alone and forever?"

"It makes sense, of course it makes sense," Gawain said with a serious expression. "This world will not die forever. Similar destruction has been staged countless times in this world, but there will always be new races in the wasteland. Multiply, do you remember the analogy I made? The ubiquitous magic power is like the wind of catalysis, so that our world will always be maintained in the luxuriant summer. Withering is only temporary. Our generation of mortals will die, but the next generation will Grow up under your watch, and then..."

"At that time, we were their ‘pioneer group’," Bertila interrupted Gawain, and she finally understood it completely, "Did you get the inspiration from the Neues?"

Gawain did not affirm or deny. He only spoke slowly after a moment of silence: "The siren has lost immunity to the magic tide, and the dragon has also broken their cradle and shackles. At the cost of eternity, on this planet The civilization that has been stagnant for millions of years has now been exchanged for a pass to continue to advance higher, and now we have taken over from a distant alien civilization the legacy of a certain pioneer group...and this may have been ours here. The last test to face on the planet.

"In the face of this test, I certainly hope that we can succeed, but if our civilization fails this season, you can at least pass on this legacy that has been passed down for countless years, and wait until the next generation, the next generation. …Those descendants who have inherited the inheritance will always be a little easier than us when they start, maybe a little bit easier, and at least they will not be as embarrassed as we are now."

He stopped, the breeze in the sea of ​​flowers began to flow again somehow, Bertila's figure seemed a little illusory in the wind, she was mobilizing her huge nervous system, hundreds of thousands of them connected to each other in the real world A synthetic brain and a computing center directly connected to the giant tree of Thorin were retrieving data. After a while, her slightly illusory figure reconstituted, and her face became more solemn: "No wonder you have been advancing the empire all this time. Data entry work in large libraries..."

"We have to consider all possibilities," Gawain smiled, "Even if there is no warning from Ms. Ye, and there is no shadow of'ultimate disobedience', we must also consider the possibility of failure."

"This is indeed your character." Bertila said with a smile.

"It's just that it's a bit unfair to you," after a moment of silence, Gawain finally said this sentence, "I didn't ask for your consent, I have already arranged such a task for you."

"But I am indeed the best person to perform this task or even the only one able to perform this task, am I not?" Bertila just smiled gently. She seems to have not shown such an expression for many, many years. "The world Not everything can be measured by "fairness". After all, the term "fairness" is only a concept created by human beings subjectively. What we have to face is a cold and cold thing that far surpasses all beings on earth. In the hard order of all things, facing such an opponent, we can only return with the same cold and hard reason and a little bit of courage and luck."

Having said this, she suddenly blinked and asked curiously: "Will you tell the other members of the alliance about this plan? For example, Typhon and Baiyin..."

"Yes, and I believe they are also implementing similar plans. As I said just now, each country should have its own'preservation plan', just like the shelter plans and home planet barrier plans we think of. In the face of death, leaving a last word is not contradictory to active self-help," Gao Wen said bluntly. He did not even evade the somewhat negative term "last word". "In fact, I even considered whether to use the alliance as a whole. Wisdom comes up with a few more secure ways to keep the last words, but we can’t focus too much energy on things beyond the home planet barrier, so let’s keep these “preservation plans” on such a small scale. That's enough."

Bertila watched Gawain’s somewhat vicissitudes of face, before nodding slightly: "I will remember the mission you gave me, although I sincerely hope that I don’t need to perform the second mission, but if there is such a day...I Assure you that I will survive, and survive at all costs. The Thorin tree will stand on this ground until the new generation rises, until I pass on everything from this era to my successors... Until that day, I Will wither."

"I'm relieved."

Gawain showed a faint smile, and then he took a half step back, and his figure finally faded in the air.

In the depths of the giant Thorin tree, in the hall made up of huge leaves, hard wood and shimmering flower strings, a group of lush flower vines suddenly made a rustling sound, and then the vines faded, an incarnation of Berthila Sit up from the depths of the flower vine.

Consciousness was injected into the newly activated body, and the simulated sense organs began to stimulate the nerve nodes of the avatar. In the sudden bright ambient light, Bertil blinked a few eyes, and she heard footsteps ringing from the side, following the prestige. I was seeing an elf girl with a petite figure, pale complexion, and silver runes all over her cheeks and arms, appearing in front of her.

"Are you awake?" Berna happily looked at Bertila who had just awakened. "I just heard the rumbling in the No. 2 nerve cluster cavity. Are you mobilizing something?"

"Berna," Bertila glanced at the elf girl who was standing in front of her giggling. The emotions in her heart were a bit complicated, but the limited body structure of the incarnation made it difficult for her to make sufficiently complex expressions, which made her voice. And the look was a little dull, "Who is on duty at the computing center right now?"

"It's Mr. Berlott, Bachelor of Node," Berna flashed the rune, and quickly replied, "Are you looking for him?"

"Please come to the canopy meeting room," Bertila said, and while she spoke, hundreds of millions of nerve nodes were sending and receiving instructions under her will, and the root system stretched for thousands of kilometers. The Internet began to wriggle and proliferate in the depths of the earth. She could feel the huge information gathering. It was cold rock formations, moist soil, boundless darkness, and rivers flowing under the ground. Her roots began to swallow the soil and crush. Broken boulders, transforming the mineral elements in the stratum into corridors and caves, pillars and domes of giant Thorin trees are becoming active, this is since the Battle of Talash Plain, she once again drove those distant roots and arms, "I want to discuss some civil engineering matters with him."