Sword of Daybreaker

After waking up from the illusion of short stun and space replacement, Gao Wen saw a face of amber in front of himself at first sight.

He quite reluctantly pushed her away from the head of the half-elf: "Do you have to be so close each time?"

Amber has a sway in the waist and has a word: "I am bored, you are not let me be there to help you, or you will change your next time."

Gao Wen ignored the broken thoughts of this guy. He just stood up and stretched his slightly stiff body because of sedentary. He then looked around.

Here is an undecorated room with metal frame and wooden panels made of wood. The roof is covered with iron. The furniture that is easy to assemble and transport is placed indoors, forming a simple and practical style, in addition to the necessary table. Outside the chair bookcase, there is almost no extra furnishings, and there is a window covered with translucent resin not far away. What is faintly visible outside the window is the view of the majestic sentry tower standing on the ground.

This is the "spike base" near the magnificent wall, this room is where he rests and works.

Gao Wen took a look at his neck and asked casually: "Is there something happening during my networking?"

"Solderin came once and reported the situation of the sentry. I have asked him to put the report on your desk, and no one has ever been there."

Gao Wen nodded and sighed: "Okay... I know."

In his mind, he recalled the new clues he had received during the previous web conference.

The end of everything will hold some kind of technology called "dark bridge"... This technology is related to the magnificent wall, it can be used for communication, and it does not seem to be used in ordinary contact situations...

In connection with the previous experience of Solderin, the high-ranking members of the eternal death seem to be moving near the magnificent wall. The other party touched the communication center of the Elf monitoring station... The purpose is to use the "dark bridge" What?

Some of the vines in the shadow world are connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower, and when the vines are burned, the first impact is also the part connected to the communication module...

Amber blinked and watched Gao Wen wake up from the "networked" state and fell into silence and thoughts. He couldn't help but curiously ask: "What happened?"

This aspect of things does not need to be hidden in front of amber. This half-elves are experts in the field of intelligence and penetration, so Gao Wen said straightforwardly: "The vines in the shadow world may be related to something called a 'dark bridge'. It is the means of communication secretly established in the magnificent wall of all things... They are not only corrupting the vines, tampering with the monitoring system of the magnificent walls, but even stealing some of the functions of the magnificent wall."

Amber was surprised and said: "They are so bad?"

"The history of the dark sects is as old as the human kingdom. They were born in the same age as the magnificent wall. It is not surprising that this kind of thing can be done," Gao Wen said casually. "What I really care about is that they built this. A special communication channel...what is the contact."

“Well?” Amber didn’t make a fuss about Gao Wen’s meaning. “What can I contact, of course, the cult believers who contacted them.”

“Do you need to contact the members of the sect to steal the line from the magnificent wall?” Gao Wen glanced at the amber. “The scope of the event is basically concentrated in a few areas of Ansu and Tifeng, and their members are still There is no distribution to the extent that a cross-continental communication line needs to be constructed, and the 'dark bridge' should not be used very conveniently. In order to obtain the signal, they need to take certain risks to the sentinel set up by the wizard. It is not suitable for daily contact. Denomination members."

Gao Wen’s implication is very clear: for the mass that is currently showing the end of life, building a hidden bridge is a risky and inconvenient communication channel, which seems to be not very cost-effective.

Unless they have the goal of establishing a link through a "dark bridge."

The two people in the room were both immersed in thinking and silence, and in a short period of thinking, Amber, who was sensitive to the blind spot of thinking because of long-term handling of intelligence work, suddenly looked up thoughtfully and looked at the cover. The window of the alchemy resin looked at the vast wasteland outside the window.

......

After exiting the Mind Network, the uncomfortable vertigo and temporary paralysis of the body allowed Hetty to rest in the immersion cabin for more than ten seconds.

Others who access the mind network through the immersion cabin are almost the same except for Carmel, which does not have a nervous system.

When everyone sat up in their own dip cabins, the ancient magician had begun to simulate the mysterious complex elf runes with holographic projections in the open space of the "network connection hall".

"The bottlenecks of the elves seem to be really serious," the arcane master noticed that Jenny and others got up and said, "Frankly, a small part of these rune arrays I have seen. A thousand years ago, in the era of the Star Wars, the elves used this rune structure. Now that a thousand years have passed, they can see that they have made a lot of small repairs in this architecture. They become more sophisticated, more complex, and more efficient, but in essence...the way these runes are organized is still the one in the Spark Age."

“But their technology in the field of gravity control is still much more advanced than ours,” Jenny couldn’t help but say, “If we can really complete the translation and optimization of those rune arrays, the 'Air Force’ that the Lord had conceived would definitely It is."

"You can fly in the sky!" Rebecca’s excited voice also inserted in. "I can look forward to this! You know, the biggest thing I learned when I learned magic was that I couldn’t float and fly. Of course. I can't learn it, but I really care about the magic that can fly!"

They began to discuss rune logic and the magical skills of the elves.

The discussion was in full swing and the discussion was full of interest.

Hertimore came out of the immersion cabin. She listened to Carmel and others discussing the mysteries of the magical world. She watched Rebecca excitedly dancing in the middle of the trio, with a faint smile on her face.

She is also a mage. She used to immerse herself in the lab and linger between those runes and formulas.

so good.

But the ancestors laid the foundation for a more internal affairs manager, without a talented ordinary researcher.

Herti sorted out a little loose hair and sorted out the dress that was slightly wrinkled by using the dip tank. After a while, Cecil's handsome butler with his wrist came back.

Today, when the ancestors left the territory, she still has a lot to do.

Of course, the first thing to do is to knock on Rebecca’s skull after three days.

......

In the dark and deep underground palace, wearing black robes or sacred costumes, and the body each with more or less variability, the high-ranking priests are sitting at the elliptical long table.

"Our 'dark bridge' has already been exposed," said Heaton, who was tall and thin, with a dark face, standing up from his seat. "Gavin Cecil perceives the magic vines, elves who grow up in the shadow world. Will be warned soon."

The cult priests on the scene whispered, but soon a black man with a pale face and thin limbs like a tree branch coughed two times: "The cough does not need to be too careless. After the magnificent wall is damaged, The dark bridge has been abandoned, and we have reconnected with the wasteland through the help of the eternal sleepers. The magic vines in the shadow world...now they are just some rotten plants, and the loss is lost."

"Our plan has entered the final stage, and the wake of the 'God' will solve all problems. Under this premise, the loss of the dark bridge is acceptable," said another female chief. "But we have to be careful." The exposure of the dark bridge may bring variables. The Govin Cecil is a very vigilant person, and he will warn all the forces he can reach."

"Damn, can't we find a way to solve the old bone that crawled out of the coffin?" A captain with short hair, a hooked nose, a deep eye socket, and an indignant face on his face couldn't help but swear. "He is already a huge uncontrollable factor and now he is leaving his territory. At the border of wasteland, we are not without a chance."

"Even if he left the territory, he is also a legend," said Bertila, who had never spoken. She finally broke the silence. She glanced coldly at the instructor who had just spoken. "A legend, there are a number of high-ranking powerhouses around." And with a lot of armies armed to the teeth, do you want to use your fibrotic brains to assassinate him? That will only bring more variables."

The short hair chief who was ridiculed by Bertila opened his hand: "We have to do something."

"Accelerating the awakening of the body of the false gods and ensuring the release of the migratory mutagen is what we should do the most," Bertila said faintly. "It is not easy for our compatriots to return information from the waste soil. Make sure this valuable knowledge comes in handy."

"Now we discuss the next issue between the flesh and blood and the surface."

The meeting did not last long. The cultists were always more efficient than the kings and nobles. All the affairs were quickly discussed. There were only a few people left in the large hall of the palace.

Bertila and the Elf twins stayed, and Heaton did not leave.

"Talk about the migratory agent," after only the person left at the scene, Bertila looked at Heaton and said without hesitation. "Although everything is normal, I heard that ...the mutagen shows some unexpected...activity?"

“It’s just a small problem,” Hidden said with a slap in the face. “It should be that humans have produced some genetic variation in the seven hundred years after they have left the wasteland environment, causing their reaction to mutagen to be too intense. This is It is difficult to avoid, after all, our compatriots located inside the 'wall' are mutagenized in the original wasteland environment, and there will definitely be some changes in the effect outside the waste soil."

“The great patriarch does not care about the reason, as long as the final mutagen can take effect as planned,” said Bertila, who then looked at the elves who were sitting not far away. “How is the mind projector of the eternal sleeper? When can I make the next contact with the waste soil?"

"The projector can be used at any time, but the 'squatters' who need to be in the waste soil can reach the vicinity of the projection site to establish a connection," said the elf twins. "According to the agreement, their next arrival location will be tomorrow to the day after tomorrow." between."

“Very good,” Belltila nodded slightly and stood up. “The Grand Master will be satisfied with this.”

With the rustling of the roots rubbing the ground, the woman who had survived for centuries left the hall.

......

In the depths of the waste soil, the ruined and ruined homeland, the tireless squatters are still continuing their seemingly endless trek.

A twisted and sturdy giant "tree" moves between the soil and the rock, and the roots of the tentacles are smashed by the ridiculously cracked earth, and the disorderly wind is wrapped in deadly radioactive dust, in these giant trees. The branches whizz through each other.

One of the giant trees headed down, and behind it, all the giant trees and the giant distortions that followed the "forest" followed.

The head of the giant tree trunk squirmed, an old and strange face emerged between the cracked bark, and the weird words came from its rustling branches and roots: "The uninvited guest has I started to strengthen the cage."

“They can only delay some time,” another giant tree said. “Our paradise will eventually spread all over the new world. The stupid people of the old world are destined to become the dust of time and history like their gods. They are doing it now. Every struggle that comes out is only to make it more violent after the end of the day."

"It’s going to be fast, it’s going to be fast... It’s going to be... It’s going to be...”

The sound of the swaying forest sounded one after another, the rustling and creeping sounds were creepy, and in this horrible unanimity, they moved again to the roots and continued to look like them. Never ending.

"The new world will come..."

The creeping forest sang in unison.

"We will take root in the new world.

"We have found the best position in the next era.

"This position... no one in the old world needs to sneak and snoop..."