Chapter 164: The long night has come, but why has someone already taken off?
Snowy's first letter:
[The long night is coming. In view of the fact that some dog breeds called Cursed Blades did not tell the news that they might enter the long night in advance, I, Kenny, and Gwen are trapped outside the Fellowship. We will evade it.
And arrange for carrier pigeons to bring the letters back regularly. Don’t read them.]
It's not originally written like this, but it can roughly be translated like this.
Snowy's second letter:
[Fortunately for us, we found a witch relic while eating canned food and drinking wine. The shitty six-armed snake demon was so powerful that my sisters escaped. Don’t think about it. 】
Utopian language is broad and profound and can be translated like this.
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A two-story city wall has been erected outside the Laoxiangren.
The swarming monsters hit the sides of the train like waves. The monsters seemed to be hypnotized by something. They threw themselves under the wheels of the train and blocked the train's progress with dense numbers.
The Fellowship is like a giant meeting tens of millions or hundreds of millions of ants.
The huge car body was constantly being slowed down.
"The wheels in area C are stuck, and the gear sets of C-3 and C-6 are stuck. Curse Blade Team, please deal with it immediately."
A voice came from the radio. The Cursed Blade, who had just killed the monsters, wiped the blood on his face expressionlessly and turned to look at Gray Tower, Red Dog and the injured Rabbit. The Cursed Blade team was coming.
Resting in a pipeline.
"Grey Tower, Mihayla, you two get out of the car with me and deal with the wheels. Red Dog, Dark Cat, you cover Spark to go to the gear area."
"Laura, I'll leave it to you to take care of the rabbit."
…
There is an emergency exit below the pipe.
Through the built-in looking glass, Gray Tower looked outside: "Sukka, there are at least sixty ghouls and one or two hundred zombies. It would be nice if Gwen was here."
"He's not in now."
Curse Blade regulates breathing.
"He is working hard on a witch ruins. I heard from Xenice that the three of them are very likely to be able to get a village-level witch train."
"Witch Train!"
Mihaila rubbed her eyes. The beautiful young man tied his long gray hair into a convenient high ponytail and said in a rather envious tone: "At the village level, do you think I can become a steward in his car?"
?”
"Gwen is not that kind of person."
Gray Tower has a heartfelt sense of joy: "He must be willing to let us live up there. From what I know about him, he is one of the few Utopia citizens with good intentions. He must want the Curse Blade to help him."
Do you a favor and use it as an excuse to open the train to us, right?"
"You know him."
Cursed Blade admitted Gray Tower's guess in one sentence.
When the bear started to giggle, Curse Blade summoned the weapon and pointed at the door:
"Take care of the work first. Long Yan is asking for 200 military coins for each cleanup. We have to hurry up. Maybe another team will come to snatch our commission..."
…
There are two things that caused Gwen trouble with the Curse Blade.
The first thing is naturally to 'recruit Utopia technical talents'. Maintaining a train, even a high-performance and highly self-maintained train of Witch, also requires many helpers. Cleaning work is also very important, and at the same time, technicians who understand Witch Technology
It is even more necessary.
A good car should be equipped with good technicians and staff.
The second thing is the ‘login fellow villager’s permission’.
Village-level trains can still log in to the fellow train and join the middle lane. However, a permit must be obtained before logging onto the train track. If Gwen's Heart-Taking Cat wants to run on it, the permit is essential.
The person applying for this license must have a certain degree of influence, must be persuasive, and most importantly, must have a good relationship with the authorities.
These are the advantages possessed by the Curse Blade, so it is reasonable and natural for Gwen to trouble the Curse Blade to do it.
Although he can still entrust Laura, Laura is... a bit strange.
Gwen suspected that the other party wanted to poke her head, and also doubted the weight of the other party's words at the top of the Fellowship.
…
There are very few surface buildings in the Adventurer Car and Nightmare Gallery Car, so what Gwen has been doing in the last day or two is to fabricate a comfortable courtyard-style building.
Each courtyard covers an area of about 920 square meters. The standard outer four towers serve as the four corners, and they are connected by courtyard corridors. They are square, and then there are two tall towers in the middle of the utopian courtyard design.
The only difference is.
Gwen prefers the "fortress style", so the outer tower and courtyard cloister rise about one meter from the ground. The outer wall is higher, using the Gothic style outer wall favored by the upper class of Utopia, plus a brass fence ring
Set up a balcony garden.
It would be difficult to complete these tasks even with the witch's drawings.
One courtyard can accommodate about 16 people, and the two main towers can accommodate 8 people each, with a 3+3+2 room layout.
This is also what Gwen wants to achieve.
If this kind of witch carriage wants to develop, it must take the elite route.
If there are people living there, ordinary residents are of no use.
You must live in the source force.
Generally, the number of members in an association is between 4 and 9, and the core members of a large association are more than 10 people.
In this way, this courtyard-style design can also satisfy the privacy of residents.
As long as enough resources are brought in, all subsequent developments will go smoothly, forming a occult bazaar with a strong enough atmosphere.
"Use two carriages to place the apartment, and place the Mole Man and the Singing Angel next to the mine and the crystal carriage..."
Gwen happily made plans.
The Mourning Angels are a race with an average level of 3, slightly stronger than the common Source Apprentices in Utopia. They have angel-like wings and have terrifying resistance to radiation and toxins. They are a race that is particularly able to endure hardships and endure hardships.
The mining race. By the way, they don't have 'angel attributes', that is, they don't have 'positive energy attributes'.
Quite the opposite.
They are an absolute dark race, a neutral monster race.
At the same time, the reason why they have strong radiation resistance and toxin resistance is because there will be radiation on the surface of many carriages in Utopia. This radiation comes from the design of the witch. This is also why the non-original forces among the Utopia people are outside when they are outside.
They will wear thicker clothes or simply wear protective clothing. But at the same time, this also makes some monster races extremely embarrassed.
Angel.
But there is no way to cover all the wings!
The Singing Angels themselves are a race with high body temperature. Even ordinary protective clothing can easily cause dehydration due to overheating, which can lead to life-threatening consequences. Not to mention the problem of wings. Most of their costumes are backless. Basically,
It is said to be equivalent to "no radiation-resistant clothing." Even if you use the "clothing and equipment" of the Source Force Messengers, there is no guarantee that every mourning angel can obtain radiation-resistant clothing.
Over time.
The mourning angels started to show off, eating, drinking, having fun and working despite the radiation.
It really developed resistance.
There are about a few small villages of mourning angels and mole people here, with only about twenty or thirty people from each race.
Therefore, recruiting them all onto the train will become your own starting labor force.
However, you still have to pay attention to negotiations.
Both the Singing Angel and the Mole Man can speak Utopia and have received legal human rights, so they must be treated normally. And if people want to work and live on your train, they must also have reasonable facilities, etc.
wait.
Gwen entrusted this difficult diplomatic work to one person with full authority.
Or.
a cat.
…
"Tired cat!"
Cat Varo broke into the room and swooped into the feet of Snowy, Kenny and the AI witch who were playing the witch card, and huddled together.
That's right.
Da Vinci, the AI witch, also likes the Witch Cards, or in other words, there is no witch who doesn't like the Witch Cards.
This AI witch is probably really strapped for money, and the quality of the deck of witch cards she produced is not very good.
Although she talks about 'strong cards in the current meta', unfortunately, the core cards are all cheap replacements.
As we all know, this is 'you play like Jordan'.
Needless to say, he must be the poor and bankrupt version of Jordan.
That won't work.
At least Snowy's deck still has some fighting power. Kenny's deck is a 'low-end version of the cat lantern deck' that makes cats marvel. It comes in a complete set! The Kenny sisters have always been very lucky. This complete set of cards is estimated to be in
The whole Utopia is considered a strong card!
Hence the winning streak.
I won some 'special candies' from the AI witch. These candies contain abundant power of earth veins, which can increase the recovery speed of a person's body. Eating more can also extend your life. Of course, the Utopians don't attach much importance to life span.
For them, death is everywhere, and most people cannot live to the theoretical end of their lives.
The witch is indeed quite reputable, and she is willing to admit defeat even after being beaten a little by cards.
Gwen sat over.
He gently patted the cat Varro who was taking out the cards from his tail: "Have you finished your arrangements?"
"Meow! Of course it's done. There are fifteen mole people and eight singing angels who are willing to join your train. The remaining mole people have already decided to join other carriages, so why not
A bit of a mourning angel has a 'phobia of going out on his own land' and doesn't want to go far, hahahaha!"
Hearing her say this made Gwen feel relieved a lot.
It was a bit of a surprise at the same time.
Mole people have quite a complete set of craftsmanship capabilities and can also process and sell various materials.
There is no need to mention the mourning angel.
With an average height of only 1.65 meters, a heavy conscience that averages C and D levels, plus fair skin and good looks, Gwen feels like she doesn’t even need to find a salesman anymore. In addition, the mourning angel has a pretty good personality.
In addition to being a bit bad, some of them will also choose to become source power users, which can be said to be the talents that Gwen urgently needs.
…
After taking care of the maintenance personnel.
Gwen began to wait patiently for the outside sky to turn back to daytime.
Fortunately, the AI witch seems to have some special channel and can clearly know the time of 'this long night', but the time will change.
"Yesterday you said four days and seven hours, today you said four days and one hour, but only six hours have passed between yesterday and today?"
Because his tone was a bit like questioning.
The witch looked over with a particularly arrogant feeling, as if hesitating to answer the question. After half a second, she squinted her eyes and explained: "The speed of the Utopia is constantly changing. Over the years,
, the damage has been incalculable. If it were not for the self-healing ability at the core, this train might have stopped long ago."
"What happens if it stops?"
Kenny asked curiously.
Because they had played cards together, the witch had a much better attitude towards Kenny than towards Gwen. When the other party asked, she answered honestly: "If it stops, the world will end."
The two Utopians looked shocked, and Gwen took half a second to react. Fortunately, the witch didn't look at him, and the cat lights didn't pay attention either.
"The end of the world?" Kenny's voice was trembling.
"Every day, worlds are reborn and worlds are destroyed. Space is a regional thing, it is a whole but operates independently."
The friendship between AI witches seems to be relatively simple.
She said to Snowy: "For you, the whole world is Utopia, and for Utopia, this is the whole world. But at the same time, why are there 'parallel time and space'? Are they really parallel? Parallel.
Why are time and space different? Does it mean that there are countless parallel time and spaces in outer space outside of Utopia?"
This is what Gwen wants to understand.
That is, if there are six or seven parallel time and spaces, then shouldn't there also be six or seven witch civilizations? And the time is all staggered.
"The answer is that in the world you are in, and in all your parallel worlds, the starry sky above your head is 'the same starry sky at the same time.'"
"What's going on..." Xenice didn't finish her words.
The witch glanced at her and interrupted in elegant and classical Utopian language: "Tens of thousands of kilometers away above your sky, a 'shell' composed of the power of the earth protects your integrated world.
We call it the Prophecy Canopy or the Destiny Canopy.”
"Under the canopy, what your world sees outside the canopy, that is, the starry sky, is a starry sky. As long as people outside the canopy do not enter the canopy, then they will see you as one. Only when you enter the canopy can you feel it.
To 'There are a lot of parallel time and space here', 'This is very suitable for...'"
She paused.
"Therefore, the destruction of the world caused by the stop of the Utopia only represents the destruction of a world under your sky. You can run to another parallel time and space. Sometimes, Utopia even continues to exist in this complicated parallel time and space.
The staggered progress..."
"You mean we've been to a lot of parallel worlds? As a group?"
"yes."
"But, don't you mean that the parallel world is a real parallel world, so the Utopia should also exist in..."
