The Bald Monk in the City

This is a small island off the beaten track. The heavy pollution once made it less attractive to people.

Even fishermen who are fishing rarely come to rest on this small island.

Although there are good freshwater resources here, serious pollution makes it lose its drinking value.

This is the epitome of a certain era, and it represents the destruction of marine ecology by heavy industrial civilization.

The corrosive and toxic industrial waste water left a full range of devastations around this island.

It needs enough time to recover, which is long enough for humans.

It cannot be achieved in one or two generations.

Of course, this is under the premise of natural recovery.

If a lot of financial and material resources are invested, the recovery cycle will be greatly shortened.

But this is meaningless, because people will not waste too many resources on the unknown desert island here.

Recently, however, the government has included it as a military base.

Although I don't know what military significance there is, people have left the island far away under the relevant news and propaganda in recent years.

The fishermen who came and went no longer passed by here, only seabirds were left chatting and watching the sea.

"Naturally crying..."

Abigail stood on the beach with a sad face, the sea water soaked her trouser legs.

Although it was almost dealt with before they came:

The industrial residues in the surrounding waters have been sufficiently cleaned up.

The related filth on the island has also been basically eradicated.

The pungent odor that was once in the air has been fully cleaned up.

Simple but livable standard buildings are lined up on the island.

Asphalted roads and cobblestone paths complement each other, and there are many sand-proof trees planted around.

There is even a simple fountain in the center of the island.

This small island is enough for hundreds of people to live, of course, provided that the relevant infrastructure can keep up.

On the surface, this is a small island full of modern enough atmosphere.

But as a descendant of the natural gods, Abigail, what she perceives is not just material.

She could hear the natural tragedy from all around, it was full of pain and anxiety.

If those strong-tempered archdruids were here, they might start an extremely violent war.

But they probably won't have a chance-in the world of once, the destruction of the plane of the gods at dusk completely angered them.

They naturally know the magnificence of divine power, but the will to protect nature will not stop because of this.

They chose to fight fiercely enough, but that still can't save everything about Lse...

"That is a choice, a stage. It appears with the rise of civilization and will disappear with the development of civilization..."

"There is no need to worry about this. Humans in this world have already understood how to live in harmony with nature."

I don't know when, the prophet Terrasim, who is transformed into a raven, condenses next to Abihira.

Then, he comforted this sensitive descendant of the deity and said.

As a prophet, he will not stop exploring the world.

Although in this plane, the upper world is full of dangers and taboos.

But for the more important grassroots civilization, Prophet Terrasim is obviously more interested.

It took him less than a day to learn how to operate a computer and search for information on the Internet.

Of course, the main time spent in this is that he wants to understand the principle.

But it seems that it is a bit beyond his knowledge...

Even for a legendary prophet, he could not fully penetrate the knowledge of another civilization system in such a short time.

After all, building a miracle belonging to humans in a magical desert is not something that a single life can create.

It is a beautiful dream woven by countless basic workers and geniuses. It is an epic that combines intelligence and hard work!

Like the green shade rising in the desert, the miracle of mortal things does not begin with the extraordinary...

It is created in the ordinary, just like the spring worm that spins and cocoons.

In the baptism of fighting against the established trajectory, accomplish the sublimation of that civilization!

Prophet Terrasim is not without contact with this world, but he has never understood and felt so deeply.

Friends in that absurd dream often show illusion like a dream.

In their romantic consciousness, they could not outline the dust of their civilization for the prophet Terrasim.

Only when he came to this world as true as he is now, can he truly comprehend the wonder of this mortal civilization.

However, the Prophet Terrasim also knew that it was in a special stage of this civilization process.

Ripple has already risen, and the trend of big waves is inevitable.

The Prophet-Terrasim could see the vitality of this plane that was very different from that of Lse.

Under the surface that seems to be full of natural filth, is the roar of mortal civilization full of steel roar!

But what will happen when it converges with the power of magic?

Prophet Terrasim silently looked at the sea in front of him, which was surging with deep waves.

The Prophet Terrasim didn't have much thoughts on this.

No matter what, this is not where they can practice their will...

As a prophet, he naturally knows that every world has the operating rules of every world ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Unless he is like that, he can ignore the restrictions of those "weak" orders.

"Prophet, you don't need to enlighten me-I know what we are facing..."

Abihira said wearily, the world is not so friendly to her.

As a descendant of a deity, she is too sensitive to nature.

This is a powerful enough ability, but to another extent it is also a shackle.

She can feel the natural call of the world, but she still can't blend with it.

Perhaps, she will be accepted by this world when the mark that belongs to Ls on her has completely dissipated.

Before that, they were still "foreign visitors" in this world.

Suddenly, a thought flickered in Abigail's mind.

She suddenly proposed an idea:

"Prophet, maybe we can teach them the power of nature-the part that has nothing to do with faith..."

Seeing the prophet Terrasim frowned, Abihira quickly added.

Of course she knows faith, sensitivity in this world.

But in the face of the natural bad state, she hopes to change something...

"I will convey your ideas to them, but before that, you better not try..."

Prophet Terrasim muttered for a while, then looked at Abigail seriously and said.

What will the future look like?

The Prophet Terrasim was slightly confused.

But the confusion was just a wave of accident.

He is a prophet and will guide them out of the dense fog...

In the more distant area, the relevant personnel of the Plane Protection Association are sitting together with a solemn expression...

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