The ancient Roman Empire had probably never been so lively. Hundreds of thousands of warriors focused on towers and continuously expanded their own defense facilities. Under the command of the general, the iron people built their own defense facilities in more peripheral areas.
"This is actually very unfair, don't you think?" Aphiral looked into the distance and asked the general: "You have built all this and prepared for it for countless years, but in the end, human beings do not trust you."
"Fair?" The general seemed to be savoring the meaning behind this word: "I don't have any other feelings about it. In fact, I was just beginning to feel the illusory things like emotions. When I saw corrupt units, I felt angry, and when I saw those smart machines that had lost their reactions, I felt regret. As for fairness, it was too far away for me."
"They created us, and they are strictly my creator," said the general to point to the humans in the distance, "and that building was originally built for them, and now it is just a return of their things to them. I don't think there is anything unfair about this, the Legion said, this is their war."
"Do you see them as Creator? What does that feel?" the witch asked with interest: "I have read some information about you, and I have been interested in your existence since then."
"What does it feel?" The general turned his head and looked at the witch with a puzzled expression: "Everything needs someone to create to be born, what should it feel?"
"I thought the Creator would always be a little different," Ephelal replied, "Just like some humans worship gods, will you worship the Creator?"
"Strictly speaking, the human civilization in this world is ours, so we are actually your creators. Will you worship us?" The general looked at the witch and seemed to be looking forward to her answer.
Afilar felt that she shouldn't talk to the other party about this topic. She had read the Book of the World and could not refute the general's words because the other party was talking about the facts.
"I probably understand your feelings." The Witch ended the topic: "But I thank you very much anyway."
"Why thank us?" The general was a little confused. He felt that he would never be able to understand the women among humans. In comparison, the men among them were simpler. For example, Xu Yichen, the general felt that the other party was almost no different from smart equipment.
"For everything, for you, we sow us." The witch said the word sowed, which made her feel that she was no different from the wild fruit growing on the roadside: "Including these in front of you, you have built the greatest miracle in this world, which is an accident for everyone."
"We don't need to thank you." The general shook his head: "The Legion said that helping humans is helping ourselves. If intelligent machinery wants to develop, it must break the fate of chaos weaving for humans. We also want to see how vast the real universe is. The Legion said that we are more suitable for the starry sky than humans."
The universe and starry sky mentioned by the general began to exceed the scope of the witch's understanding. Humans in this world rarely touched the starry sky above their heads, even the casters. The gods occupied the starry sky. This was just like humans living on the earth. It was a natural law and no one went back to explore it.
Even the witch kings are willing to be bound to the ground and not touch the sky.
Epheral carefully recalled the knowledge he had obtained from the Book of the World, and suddenly realized that this world was probably the only elves who had studied the sky.
She raised her head and looked at the dazzling sunshine above her head and fell into deep thought. What exactly is there, which attracts these iron men so much?
The Witch King said that a huge fireball hung there, releasing light and heat that will never go out, but the believers of the Lord of Morning have different opinions. They believe that it was the first beam of light in the morning that the Lord of Morning ignited the firewood in the sky and illuminated the world. Then the firewood burned hotly until it was extinguished, representing the passage of the day.
The witch smiled bitterly. There were so many unsolved mysteries in this world that they attracted her so much, but she probably didn't have the opportunity to explore them one by one.
Entering the bottom of the vortex and facing the chaos is Xu Yichen's mission and the mission of this world. She cannot let Xu Yichen go alone.
Xu Yichen represents the power of another world, and this world that gave birth to her and raised her also needs to send representatives.
Aphiral didn't know whether that person should be her, but she was willing to take on this responsibility. From the time those sisters placed their last hope on her, she knew that she was waiting for a suitable opportunity to sacrifice herself.
What opportunity is more suitable than liberating the whole world? The witch looked at Xu Yichen who was walking alone in the distance and showed a bright smile.
She is ready.
Xu Yichen found a long-lost home in the military camp of players in the Loess Zone. Although he had returned to Earth in reality, everything at the Himalayas station made him feel strange, even more strange than the environment on the colonial ship.
At least when he was a colonial ship, he knew what metal was under his feet, what model of the machine that provided food, and how his life pod worked, but at the Himalayan station, he felt that he had been away from the earth for centuries.
On Earth, Xu Yichen did not see anyone familiar. The person he was most familiar with Huang Laoxie had left this world. Other superiors he had contacted, or soldiers who had served in his squad, are now carrying out missions around the world from all over the world, and many of them have been marked as dead.
But in the huge military camp of the ancient Roman Empire, Xu Yichen found the feeling of going home.
The defense system here is built according to the standards of the Loess Zone. Many temporary barracks are built using modern technology. When the soldiers gather together, they are also talking about topics he is familiar with.
The soldiers might be a little surprised at his unusual body shape, but in this world with extraordinary power, monk Astarte's figure was not very conspicuous, but the black coat he put on later made most of the soldiers subconsciously quiet.
Xu Yichen actually enjoyed this feeling very much now. He did it on purpose, which reminded him of the days when he had just put on a black coat in the past. The soldiers were also surprised. They probably had never seen such a young black coat.
Xu Yichen stood beside the witch, looking at the tower in the distance, the ground was vibrating at a very small amplitude, and the huge machinery of the ancient Roman Empire began to operate slowly, which was a sign before the start of the vortex.
Chapter completed!