The one hour of free time came quickly without any accidents. The scattered crowds gathered on the train platform and then stepped into the carriages in an orderly manner.
Heine stood on the platform, watching the train disappear from the end of his field of vision. The faint smile on his face completely turned cold, leaving only solemnity and solemnity.
Once the negotiations break down, Nethaniel will inevitably start a war within the Secret Group. If they can successfully behead them and survive, then this is the best outcome. But if the beheading fails, or both parties are defeated, then
The group of secrets will definitely launch an attack on Outpost No. 46 immediately.
When the time comes, this place will become a real war fortress. Heine needs to lead his subordinates and the subsequent supporting mortal troops to defend this place until reinforcements from the Bureau of Order arrive.
"I really hope it won't turn out like this." Heine murmured.
Heine was not afraid of war, he just cared more about the ratio of efficiency to loss from a professional perspective.
Compared with the long and arduous wars during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, extraordinary warfare is efficient and clean. From the confrontation between millions of armies to the desperate duel of high-level sublimation practitioners, Heine feels that this is an art of war.
The evolution of civilization can even be said to be a kind of...progress of civilization.
There will no longer be many cities destroyed, and no soldiers will die meaninglessly. The fate of everyone will be controlled by the sword of a few people. This is destined to be a war belonging to a few people.
Thinking of this, Heine laughed coldly, and when the whistle went away, he gave instructions to his subordinates.
"I will give you ten minutes to say goodbye. After ten minutes, all non-combatants will evacuate immediately, transfer strategic materials, activate induction traps, and everyone will evacuate into the fortress first."
The staff were already prepared in their hearts. At the same time, people dragged their luggage and carried their children onto the platform. They were the staff's family members and had lived in this secret town for a long time. They thought they would be so carefree.
The life of worry will continue until the emergency order is issued.
A new train slowly entered the station. The staff hugged, kissed and said goodbye to their family members. There was no panic. Similar drills have been held many times. Some children even laughed excitedly.
, they are looking forward to taking the train and the new city after the train arrives at the station.
"Is it another drill?"
A woman asked her husband.
He responded uncertainly, "I hope this is just a drill."
Ten minutes have passed and the train has left the station. The secret town has now completely deserted, with only the Sublime Ones remaining stationed in place.
Heine wiped his lenses and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the Hidden Land. Suddenly he asked, "Do you long for war?"
The staff looked at each other, then shook their heads, "No."
"What a coincidence, I don't like it too much, but sometimes if you don't take the initiative to face the war, the war will take the initiative to find you."
Heine took a long breath and said to himself, "But if we can make those guys in the Secret Group completely honest..."
He turned back and looked at his subordinates, "We don't have to stay in this damn place."
Heine had long hated this comfortable life, and he missed the prosperity of Oath City Opos.
The train shuttled through the dense forest, like a giant python wriggling at high speed under the leaves.
Due to the independence of the Secret Groups, there is no direct route between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Groups. Every time you go to the Hidden Land, you need to apply to the Secret Groups in advance and go through a series of complicated reviews.
Depart from Outpost No. 46.
In the past, the Group of Secrets might have put the review on hold for several days to show their exclusivity and arrogance, but this time Nathaniel came in person, and all the procedures were completed long before Nathaniel left.
It's all done. No matter how arrogant they are, they still have to lower their heads when facing a glorious person.
The entire train only served the mission, and several carriages were empty. Everyone subconsciously chose different carriages according to the divisions of the camp organization.
There is one carriage for the Order Bureau, one carriage for the Secret Group, and the carriages are further subdivided.
Holt and Evan led their team members to close their eyes and meditate at the back of the car. Bologna and Palmer sat at the other end, looking out the window and chatting.
"What do you mean by the bad traditional culture of the Mysteries?" Bologo asked.
"Hmm... How should I put it? Just like the bloodline theory of the ancient aristocracy, different status classes are divided by bloodline."
"Sounds a bit like NightClan?"
"More or less," Palmer used the description again, "the Mysteries look to us like a group of mortal Night Folk."
Boluogo smiled. He laughed every time he heard this description.
"In short, the concept pursued by the Secret Group can be understood as 'the one who condenses is supreme,'" Palmer explained, "In the group of secrets, the condenser has absolute privileges."
"But not everyone is born a condenser."
"Yes, for this they have something called the Holy Trial."
"what is that?"
"You can understand it as a special method of implanting the alchemical matrix in advance," Palmer said. "You also know that these ancient families have more or less mastered some special technologies.
For example, according to the consensus of the Bureau of Order, only when the soul tends to be stable and complete, that is, when one reaches adulthood, is it suitable for the implantation of the alchemical matrix. And I have already become a condenser when I was a teenager. This is also the case.
The Clerks' special technology... only serves a few people."
Only then will Palmer realize that he is also a member of the extraordinary aristocracy and enjoys the privileged resources he was born with.
Boluogo nodded while listening. In addition to bringing huge risks to implanting the alchemy matrix in advance, its advantage is to buy time.
For human beings with limited time, time is an important resource. For example, Palmer became a Condensator when he was a teenager. Compared with those who were implanted with the Alchemy Matrix as adults, he was directly ahead.
After years of accumulation of Sublime Practitioners, while they were still adapting to the power of Sublime Sublime Practitioners, Palmer was already preparing to be promoted to a Prayer Prayer.
Therefore, those who have the support of big families are always younger and more powerful than those of the same rank. As for ordinary people, it would be fine if they joined a behemoth like the Bureau of Order. As long as they work step by step, their promotion will be just around the corner. Unfortunately, they are just around the corner.
The only ones are those who are free to sublimate outside the extraordinary organization, without resources or organizational support.
"The Secret Group also has the technology to implant the alchemical matrix in advance, and their technology is more radical than all of us," Palmer said in shock, "When children reach the age of six, they must have certain cognition and self-control
When the power is exerted, the alchemical matrix will be implanted, and they call this implantation ceremony the Holy Trial."
"Six years old? I'm afraid there will be many people who can't pass, right?" Bologo knew that failure to pass would mean death.
"Judging from the information obtained by the Clerks family, about 50% of children cannot pass the Holy Trial."
Palmer went on to explain, "But the implantation technology of the Secrets Group is very advanced. Even if the implantation fails, the mortality rate is kept to a minimum, and these children who fail to implant can no longer become sublime beings."
, but they also possess certain abilities to perceive and control the ether, just like the condensers of the original school who have been infinitely weakened. The group of secrets calls such failed children cripples."
"Deformed? They regard the inability to become a condenser as a kind of...disability?" Boluogo felt that this group of secrets was becoming more and more weird.
Palmer nodded and his voice became deeper, "Do you still remember the concept of the supremacy of the Sublime I mentioned? They believe that the Sublime is a more noble existence. According to the theory of evolution, it is the next step in the evolution of human beings towards a greater life.
stage."
"Three, six, and nine grades can be distinguished through extraordinary power and bloodline," Boluogo suddenly realized something, "Then how can the group of secrets maintain itself?"
The demand for resources by the Condensers is extremely terrifying. According to the structure of the Order Bureau, every active field staff requires the support of dozens or nearly a hundred logistics staff.
So what about the group of secrets? Since they choose the concept of the supremacy of the sublimation ones, is all the basic work performed by the sublimation people? Or those who are incomplete, but no matter how many are incomplete, they still go through the implantation ceremony
This method that consumes a lot of resources is born, and even if it is incomplete, it cannot be mass-produced.
The more Bologo understands, the more he feels that the structure of the Mysteries is distorted, like a deformed building. If it has not collapsed yet, there must be a structure that he does not know yet to support it.
In response, Palmer lowered his voice further, as if he was telling a forbidden story.
"Just like the Night Clan, whose bloodline is constantly diluted and will eventually produce degraded bloodthirsty people, with limited resources, even the Secret Group cannot guarantee that everyone will be a condenser or a cripple.
Exquisite towers require mortals to support them."
Palmer sorted out his words and tried to say in a relaxed tone, "In other words, there is still a certain amount of slavery left in the Secret Group, an invisible slavery. You can't see the shackles, but it's
Does exist."
Boluogo was silent for a while, then said innocently, "Does the Order Bureau have no objection to this?"
As soon as the question came out, Boluogo was amused by himself. He asked himself and answered, "Independence and autonomy."
The train rumbled over the twigs and fallen leaves on the rails, heading towards the land hidden from the world. Boluogo looked at the changing scenery and spoke in a voice.
"That's why the Bureau of Order insists so strongly that the Sublime Ones must be hidden from the world."
"Yes, once the Sublime People come out of the shadows, no one can guarantee whether the Sublime People will become the next Night Clan," Palmer said helplessly, "We can't guarantee that everyone is noble."
"But we can use our swords to draw a bottom line and cut off the heads of all those who cross the line," Boluogo said in a very cheerful tone. "This is the meaning of the existence of axioms and iron laws."
Palmer blinked and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so right for you to be the immortal."
