Chapter 1052 1050 Dusk Talk only when it is put on the table,
Chapter 1052 Dusk Talk·The abandoned child will appear only when it is put on the table
The chief monk seemed to be planning to abandon the pioneers of the New World. Scholars only expressed surprise at this, but had no further reaction.
At present, the pioneers who have established a country in the New World, except for the first group of explorers who followed the Explorers Guild to the New World 49 years ago, the rest are all kinds of poor people who came from the Old World in the following thirty years.
and the scum of all countries.
A large number of them are former pirates, and they have also formed a maritime force called the "Seven Island Alliance" outside the New Federal Republic.
For many years before the Dagon fish people started to cause trouble and forced the closure of the New World route, several "pioneers" arrived in the New World every month through the route under the Martink Company. The number of them and their descendants soon exceeded
150,000, and now this number is close to 300,000.
However, such a small number of people cannot occupy the entire Holy Spirit Plain. Therefore, more than half of the population of the New Federation comes from the vassaled Garnots. These guys chose to join the New Federation for various complicated reasons.
Most of them were slaves, but a few chiefs were admitted as full citizens.
After all, in a world with psychic powers and magic, it is not as difficult as imagined to seduce and brainwash the barbarians who have lost their asylum on a large scale, and the bitter comments about genocide made by the chief monk are not groundless.
The purpose of Dusk coming to the New World is very simple, which is to find the Heart of the World to launch a grand plan to destroy the world. The weak demigods who corrupted and controlled the Holy Spirit Plain are also the means to better accomplish this goal. They are the real destroyers of the world.
They treat all races equally, and there is no difference between the so-called "civilized people" and "barbarians" in their eyes, so the true Twilight Cultists have no interest in killing the Garnot people.
On the contrary, those pioneers who came to the New World eager to make a fortune and become masters did not see it that way.
The capture and killing of the Garnauts in these years was all handled by the New Federal Republic. The complex backgrounds and flexible moral standards of these guys made them not feel ashamed, especially in the areas where the indigenous people were occupied.
After acquiring land and successfully acquiring wealth, this massacre would have stronger interests to support it.
So much so that the New Federation issued many appalling decrees in the past, such as purchasing large quantities of Garnot scalps to make boots, making their bone fingers into jewelry, using their skins to make musical instruments, etc.
These bad things made the Twilight members feel that they were a bit too extreme. What is quite darkly humorous is that some Twilight members who had experienced the Garnot Massacre witnessed with their own eyes the atrocities of the pioneers who claimed to be civilized but were actually barbaric.
After that, I became even more convinced that the world was a mess.
Look at the worst scum this world can produce, how they kill their own kind openly and with peace of mind? Just for a little slave and money, they can throw all the bottom lines of human life into the sewer with a smile on their faces.
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In such a rotten world, is it really better to be destroyed?
In short, in the eyes of Dusk's senior officials, the New Federation, which was almost single-handedly supported by them, is like a tool that is about to reach the end of its service life. After it has completed its historical mission, it is not worth being sad to be abandoned.
What the three Twilight leaders will be discussing now is the "trophy" brought back by the chief monk, the item that was placed in a wooden box and had no psychic aura but could not be transported through the astral realm.
"Your expedition to the jungle at the heart of the world lasted two full years and seven months, and now you have brought back something that you claim can bring us hope of victory.
It's not that I don't trust you, Master Prior.
But you know, my curiosity about mysterious things is unquenchable."
The scholar looked at the wooden box and asked:
"Can I know from you what's inside this? So that I won't be driven by damn curiosity one night to open this thing that maybe I shouldn't open. If this causes a rift between us,
That’s a little too inappropriate.”
"There's nothing we can't show. After all, if we want this 'Your Excellency' to cooperate with our next actions, we still need your contribution."
The chief monk made a gesture of invitation.
The scholar stepped forward, opened the wooden box with his fingers, and took a look inside.
The box is filled with materialized chaotic energy, like a black shadow field. These energies that are extremely harmful to the material world do not escape at this time, but are like suppressed and restrained entities, acting in a very well-behaved manner.
fulfilling their mission.
In the center of the shadow domain, a humanoid creature was trapped in a curled-up posture. It was so dark that one could barely see its body lines that closely resembled a woman's and the intermittent glimmer of light on its forehead.
Even under the suppression of such strong chaotic energy, this thing still maintains a difficult but definite resistance.
"Look what I found?"
The scholar screamed in a surprised voice:
"A sentinel!
It seems that you are still a rare high-level sentry commander. How did you do this? Chief monk, I heard that these servants of the Creator rarely appear in the material world. Their strongholds and main battlefields are in the fortresses of the subspace.
The last time I saw a living sentinel was with the magical Mr. Murphy, and the sentinel lady obviously experienced some inhuman torture, which caused her to be incomplete, and the one you brought back
He is not a guardian of the world in the ordinary sense."
"If you really want to talk about the entire capture process, it's nothing special. It's nothing more than an old method of setting traps to lure prey."
The chief monk waved his hands very humbly and gently and said:
"Perhaps I should sigh that I was lucky. After more than two years of preparation, I finally caught this big fish in the net.
As I described to you when we last talked, we have been ignoring the legends and stories under the sun. Those who are the best storytellers can create the world and dominate it, but they can also destroy, torture and destroy the world.
world.
In addition to this noble lady, there is another happy result of my trip. I have confirmed the location of the Heart of the World, but if I want to enter it, I have to get past the layers of defense of the Sentinel Legion.
That is something that is completely impossible at this stage.
We need a chance.
An opportunity that allows the powerful Sentinel Legion to consider one thing at the expense of another. In order to complete and pursue this opportunity, we have to make a more difficult choice.
Scholar, Ms. Yuan still doesn’t respond to our call?”
"That woman is crazy, Master."
The scholar observed the sentinel locked in the box with the eyes of a work of art, and said without looking back:
"She was constantly hunted by the Grand Duke of the Thorn Clan and the Dragon Flame Mage of the Transians, and she was forced into a corner after constantly losing her 'puppet'. I heard that the magical Murphy specially formed a hunter
Kill her faction.
At present, except for the Kingdom of Castile, all the puppets and followers set up in other places have been slaughtered.
I have enough reasons to calculate that the next move of the ruthless hunter is to go to the birthplace of the Witch Cult and completely strangle our miserable old friend in the forest kingdom of the elves. She will become the first of us to be killed.
Eliminate the leader.
The most terrifying thing is that she has unilaterally cut off contact with us.
It seems that she is planning to put everything on the line and risk everything to fulfill her stupid ambition.
I have said a long time ago that Chief Monk Yuan's twisted attachment to Grand Duke Tris is her most terrifying weakness, and now, this weakness has been discovered and may be exploited at any time to give her a real fatal blow.
The Witch Cult has become our negative asset!
Especially after the Church of the Dead Moon officially settled in the ruins of Xiko City and gradually seized control there, the source can no longer be of any further help to our cause.
She should be put on the chessboard, at least it can help us attract some attention.
Otherwise, no matter what we plan to do in the Old World, Mr. Murphy, who is sitting on the scepter of God, will not make it easy for us."
"You will die if you show your head. In fact, you will die if you don't show your head. As long as the other party smells it."
The slave owner leaning against the bulkhead was playing with a butterfly knife in the dark. He shook his head and said:
"The power of God's scepter is currently inexplicable, and Murphy is a hunter. At this time, he has drawn his bow, waiting for us to show our flaws and then usher in the purifying wrath from the sky. I don't know what that means.
How many more times can the weapon be fired?
But I guess there might be enough left to give each of us one.
We are an organization hidden in the shadows of the world. Covert action is our code and our self-protection. The moment we are pulled out of the shadows, it means we lose all our advantages.
We cannot fight Murphy and his growing legion of supporters under the sun.
That's not our territory."
"Well, the classic defense mechanism is like the human body's immune system, which secretes white blood cells when it detects the presence of germs. Unfortunately, we are the germs in his eyes."
The chief monk shook his head in the cabin and said:
"The moment the Alpha Plan left behind by the Creator was launched, our actions were already discovered. It was our biggest mistake not to immediately find Murphy among all living beings and disrupt the activities of foreign heroes in this world.
It is impossible to save it now.
Facts have proved that His eyes have never left this world. However, this game of competing with God is so fascinating. I guess even the omnipotent Creator and the outstanding spokespersons He personally selected can only
a pair of eyes.
He cannot focus on two battlefields at the same time.
So, just place the chess pieces in the appropriate position.
Slave owners, use our hidden power in the old continent to fully support the activities of our source sisters in the Kingdom of Castile. Maybe she can bring us a surprise. After all, Mr. Murphy is a young man, and one of his
My whole heart goes to Mrs. Tracey.
A powerful enemy is not scary, especially when he has such obvious weaknesses.
Maybe Sister Yuan will really give us a surprise."
"Okay, I will return through the astral tunnel and complete your instructions."
The slave owner who was assigned the task nodded, turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the cabin.
The chief monk and the scholar who stayed here maintained silence in a quiet tacit understanding. It was not until they confirmed that the slave owner had left that the scholar closed the wooden box at hand and turned back to the chief monk:
"Only Yuan's actions are not safe. Her twisted mind is the most unstable factor. I think we should also prepare another 'insurance' for the magical Murphy.
The holy blood seal of the vampires is about to be held.
That is an excellent opportunity. Not only can we deal with Murphy, but we can also eliminate the troublesome Lord Paying. After I help you unlock this thing, I will return to the Life Greenhouse to prepare, but I need the Countess.
's help.
And, you have to be prepared to lose us at the same time.
Murphy is so evil, I am not completely sure that I can deal with him for you."
"My friend, do you know what you are talking about?"
The chief monk said in a serious tone:
"You plan to turn yourself into a chess piece and put it on the chessboard."
"Haha, this is essentially the endgame of the struggle between the Creator and Original Sin. Each chess piece has its own position and the responsibilities that must be fulfilled.
But all this has been predicted by skilled chess players, and the Creator left behind Alpha, which was a magical move. You also need a chess piece that does not exist on the chessboard to play this game."
Scholars don't care.
He said calmly in the cabin:
"You know, my pursuit is not consistent with your simple ideal of shaping the twilight moment. I just want to complete the established great recovery. It is better to splash ink on a blank drawing paper than to paint this messy picture today.
Repair and repair.
You long to see the quiet beauty at dusk, but I want more.
Only when the future you shape for this world comes, can I realize my ideal. It is like a burning fire, and if you want it to start a prairie fire, you must put fuel into it.
Therefore, this time, I will press myself into the barrel of the gun."
"My friend, you are always the bravest among us."
The chief monk half-knelt on the ground, making his eyes level with the scholar's. He sincerely bent his head and kissed the ring on the scholar's raised left hand, and whispered:
"I promise you, everything we want to see will come true!
This miserable world will be cleansed of its original sin, and will thrive and start anew in the warm cradle of death night. Everything shameful left by the Creator’s invaders will be cleared away. We don’t need the mercy of the invaders, we can still face the stars.
test.
Now, I want to ask you to help me break through the firewall of this great think tank in the shortest possible time, at least before the Sentinel Legion dispatches soldiers from the subspace battlefield to rescue her.
I need to get the highest authorization from the Sentinel Legion.
We must get it!
Those who are bound will eventually be free, those who are protected will eventually wake up, those who are disguised will eventually be broken, and those who are imprisoned will eventually wake up!
We must unlock that lock and return to our warm swaddling clothes.”
"I started working immediately."
The scholar said seriously:
"But have you figured out the identity of the third decision-maker besides you and Paying when the Scepter of God was launched?"
"Who else could it be?"
The chief monk stood up and said sarcastically:
"There is no one else except 'Stealer' Widia. Don't worry, I will solve this problem, but even if I get Widia's help, I can't do anything big. After all, as long as Murphy arrives at the Creation Engine,
All restrictions imposed by the Eden District Management Committee will be lifted.
He is just a dispensable guy.
But at this moment, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to have one more collaborator. The Countess will be freed from the cumbersome affairs of the New Federation, and she can go to the Old World to relax and unwind.”
"With all due respect, the countess has serious psychological problems just like Yuan."
The scholar whispered:
"You keep an eye on her, otherwise she will definitely give you a 'surprise' at some point."
"She is a poor creature shaped by fate, just like us."
The chief monk shook his head and said:
"We poor people who hug each other for warmth should stop killing each other. Under the strong oppression brought by the magical Sir Murphy, we must unite as one to get to the end."
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"Mayor Pat, these are the new weapons we brought, they are all top quality!"
On the deck of this seven-island alliance merchant ship, a guy wearing a captain's uniform but unable to hide his pirate smell pointed at the strange wooden barrels placed on the deck and said to the Mediterranean mayor beside him:
"They are all forbidden things from the Tower of Rings. They are war plagues that can kill enemies and turn them into undead. It took us a long time to reproduce this thing.
I won’t hide it anymore. This thing was originally intended to be used against you. After all, your fleet suppressed us quite miserably. But if you can’t withstand the attack of those Garnot barbarians on land, we will
The destruction of this small force is only a matter of time.
So, I leave it to you to use.
This batch is free, but you will have to pay more after that.”
"plague?"
Mayor Pat blinked.
There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but his gaze soon turned fierce.
He said:
"Then please do more. If the New Federation cannot survive, what's the point of asking for so much money? But this matter must be applied to the Chairman of the New Federation before a final decision can be made. You have to wait."
"Master! Urgent message!"
Before Mayor Pat could finish speaking, his obedient Garnaut servant rushed to him and said:
"Something happened in the chairman's mansion. Aztec assassins sneaked in and assassinated our queen."
"The new federation has no queen, only the chairman, you idiot."
Mayor Pat roared angrily, turned around and rushed towards the shore.
But there was no pain and anger in his heart that he should have felt after the chairman was assassinated. Instead, he was filled with unspeakable joy.
Ha, that indifferent slut vampire is finally dead, and with his reputation in the New Federal Republic, he must be the next chairman. Well, he still has to do some activities, spend a lot of money to get votes and so on.
Hey, you have to taste the specialties of Dishui. Everything has to go through a process.