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I blinked, opened my eyes, and looked around at the huge and dark space in St. Peter's Basilica on the Peaceful Star. For a moment, I didn't know where I was.Bishop Edward and Paul.Under the dim candlelight, Father Duhet leaned forward with an earnest expression. How long did I sleep?It seemed to me that only a few seconds passed, and that dream was like a blurred image of everything in those moments between lying still and sleeping. ten minutes.The Monsignor said: Can you tell us what you have seen? I see no reason not to tell them.After I finished those scenes, Monsignor Edouard crossed himself, Mon Dieu (My God), the ambassador of the Intellectual Core urged Greystone to send people to those tunnels.

Du Hei patted my shoulder.After I go to the Valley of the Gods and talk with the World Tree Truth Talker, I will go to the Tianlun Five Center to meet you.We must show Graystone how absurd and stupid such a choice is. I nodded.I also completely dismissed the idea of ​​going to the Valley of the Gods or going to Hyperion with Doohet.I agree, we should leave now.Can your Pope's Gate teleport me to Tianlun Five Center? The Monsignor stood up, nodded, and straightened up.It dawned on me that he was a very old man who hadn't had the Posen Life Extension Program.That portal has priority teleportation privileges.He said.He turned to Du Hei, Paul, you know, as long as I can, I will definitely accompany you.However, at the pope's funeral and the election of a new pope, Bishop Edward made a slightly annoyed voice.It's really strange that even in the face of such a huge disaster, some daily chores still have to be dealt with, and the safe galaxy itself is less than ten days away from the barbarian invasion.

Du Hei's high forehead shone in the candlelight.The business of the church goes far beyond the daily chores, my friend.I will try to shorten the time I have to meet those templars, and then go with Mr. Silveren to persuade the president not to listen to the intelligence core.Then I'll come back, Edouard, and let us clear up this confusing rumor. I followed the two of them out of the cathedral, through a side door leading to a passage behind the tall colonnades, through an open courtyard where the rain had stopped and the air smelled fresh, down a flight of stairs, and again. After a narrow tunnel, we entered the Pope's residence.When we walked into the inner room, several Swiss guards stood at attention. Those tall men were wearing armor and yellow and blue striped pants, but the halberds they held in their hands were tyrant-level energy weapons. One of them walked He came forward and spoke a few words to the bishop softly.

Someone has just arrived at the Portal Terminal to meet you, Mister Silveren. I?I had been hearing voices in other rooms, melodic prayers, and I thought it must have something to do with preparations for the Pope's funeral. Yes, a Mr. Hunt, he said it was urgent. In a minute I am meeting him at Government House.I said: Why don't you let him come here and talk to us. Monsignor Edvard nodded, and whispered something to the Swiss guard, who softly repeated the order to the feathers adorning his antique armor. The so-called Pope's Gate is a small portal surrounded by intricate golden reliefs, engraved with many seraphs and cherubs, and the top is five consecutive bas-relief paintings, the content of which is Adam and Eve. The story of Paradise stands in the center of a heavily guarded room, next to the Pope's residence.We waited, our haggard, tired faces reflected in the mirrors on the walls on either side.

inside.Hunter came in, accompanied by the priest who had taken me to the cathedral. Silveron!Greystone's favorite assistant yelled: The president needs you to see her right away. I was about to go there when I said: Graystone would be making a big, innocent mistake if he let the Intellect build and use that death device. Hunter's wink in his hound-like face was a funny reaction, you know all about it, Sylvellen? I couldn't help laughing.An unheeded child sits in front of a light curtain, seeing much and understanding little.The good thing, though, is that when he gets bored, he can switch channels or turn it off at all.Hunter has met Mgr. Edward Walter on many important occasions, so I only refer to the Jesuit Paul.Father Duhet introduced him.

Duhei?Hunter reluctantly responded, he opened his mouth in a daze, this is the first time I have seen this advisor answer without words, and I find such a scene very interesting. We'll explain later, I said as I shook hands with the priest, I wish you all the best in the Valley of the Gods, Dohey.Don't go for too long. An hour, the Jesuit promised.Not for long.That was just one piece of the puzzle that I had to figure out before I could talk to the president.Please explain to her the horrors of those mazes and I will prove it myself later. She was probably too busy to see me before you came anyway, and I said: But I'll do my best to play John the Baptist for you.

Du Hei smiled slightly, don't let someone cut off his head, my friend.He nodded, pressed the teleportation code on the control panel, and disappeared through the portal. I said goodbye to Monsignor Edouard.We'll get everything sorted out before the Ousters invade here. The old priest raised his hand and blessed me.May God be with you, young man.I feel dark times await us all, but your burden is especially heavy. I shook my head.I am just a bystander, Monsignor.I waited and watched and dreamed.That's no burden. Wait and wait and watch and dream, Li.Hunter said sharply, Mr. President wants you to be available now, but I have to rush back for a meeting.

I looked at the little man.how did you find me?I asked unnecessarily.The portals are all operated by the intelligence core, and the intelligence core works together with the high-level leaders of the Balian. The general card she gave you also makes it easier for us to track your whereabouts.Hunt said he could hear his impatience.Now we must go where there is something to do. Very good, I nodded to the Monsignor and his assistant, and beckoned to Hunter, and entered the three-digit code representing Tianlun Five Center, plus the two-digit code representing Xinglu, and then added the three-digit code to The government building, and at the end there is a private portal designated there by a two-digit code.The buzzing of the portal increased a little, and the translucent surface lit up as expected.

I walked through the door first, and then stepped aside to let Hunter, who followed behind, come in. We're not in the central portal terminus of Government House right now.As far as I know, we are nowhere near Government House.A second later, my senses integrated all the input data of sunlight, sky color, gravity, distance from the horizon, smell, and the feeling of things, etc., and determined that we were not in Tianlun Five Center. I could have jumped back through the portal, but the pope's door is small, and Hunter is coming over a leg, an arm, a shoulder, a chest, a head, a second leg and I grab his wrist and rudely He dragged him in and said: Something is not right!He wanted to go back again, but it was too late, the door without a frame shook on this side, shrunk to a circle the size of a fist, and then disappeared.

Where the hell are we?Hunter asked. I looked around and thought: Good question.We are in the countryside, standing on a small hill.The path underfoot wound through vineyards, descended a long hillside, passed through a valley forest, and disappeared behind another hill a mile or two away.It was warm here, and the air was filled with the hum of insects, but nothing larger than a bird passed through this vast empty landscape.Between the cliffs to our right, we could see a splash of blue water, whether it was a sea or an ocean.Cirrus clouds drifted overhead, and the sun was just passing overhead.I saw no houses, no sign of more sophisticated technology than the manicured vineyards and the gravel road beneath my feet.What's more, the data circle that has always been the background sound is gone.It's a bit like the sound one grew up listening to suddenly disappears, causing surprise, heart-stopping, confusion, and a little bit of fear.

Hunter wobbled, tapped his ear as if he couldn't hear, then tapped his comm recorder.Damn it, he murmured: Shit, my chip isn't working.The comm recorder is broken. No, I said: I believe we are now outside the datasphere.But even as I spoke, I heard a deeper, softer creak of something larger and harder to connect to than the datasphere.Is it a giant datasphere?Celestial music, I thought, smiling. What the hell are you laughing at, Sylvellen?Did you do this on purpose? No, I pressed the correct code for Government House.There was no panic in my voice, just a sign of panic. So what is this?That damn Pope's Gate?Is it the door, a malfunction or something? No, I don't think so, that door didn't break, Hunter, it just sent us where the Intellectus wanted us to go. Intellectual core?The remaining blood on that hound-like face quickly disappeared, and the president's assistant thought of who was controlling the portal.Who is controlling all the portals.My God, my God, Hunter staggered to the side of the road and sat down in the tall grass.His suede suit and black loafers were out of place in this place. Where are we?he asked again. I took a deep breath.The air smells of freshly turned dirt, freshly cut grass, dirt from the road, and sea breeze.I guess we're on Earth, Hunter. Earth.The little man was staring straight ahead, but not looking at anything.Earth.Not New Earth.Not Tana, not Earth-Two.no No, I said: Earth, meta-Earth, or duplicate Earth. Replicated Earth. I walked over and sat next to him, and I pulled a piece of grass and peeled off the outer part of the underside, the grass tasted slightly sour and familiar.Do you remember my reporting to Graystone about the members of the Hyperion Pilgrimage?Brown.Lamia's story?She went with my other alter ego, the first Keats personality, to what they thought was a meta-earth clone.If I remember correctly, in the Hercules Nebula. Hunter looked up, as if he could judge what I was saying by looking at the constellations.The blue sky overhead was a little gray because cirrus clouds were moving quickly across the sky.Hercules.he said softly. Braun didn't know why the intelligence core copied the earth and what it was doing with it now.I said: Either the first Keats model controller didn't know, or he refused to tell. refused to say.Hunter nodded, then shook his head again.Okay, so how the fuck are we going to get out of here?Graystone needs me, she can't have dozens of big decisions to make in the next few hours.He jumped up and ran to the middle of the road, trying to pull himself together. I bit the grass.I guess we can't live without it. Hunter came up to me as if he was going to beat me up on the spot.Are you crazy?Can't leave here?Nonsense.Why does Zhinuo do such a thing?He paused and looked down at me.They don't want you talking to her.You know what Zhinu dared not take the risk of letting her know. Maybe. Abandon him and let me go back!He screamed to the sky. No one responded.Far away on the other side of the vineyard, a large black bird took flight.I think it was a crow; I seem to recall the name of this extinct species from a dream. After a while, Hunter stopped shouting to the sky, and walked back and forth on the gravel road.bring it on.Maybe there is a portal here, no matter where it leads. Maybe, I said, snapping off the grass to bite into the sweet dry top half.But which way to go? Hunter turned away, looked at the road that disappeared behind the hill at both ends, and turned back again.We were heading in this direction when we came out of the portal.He pointed, the path went downhill into a narrow forest. How far?I asked. Fuck, does it matter?He roared: We must have somewhere to go. I suppressed a smile.Well, I got up and pulled my pants off.Feel the sun beating hard on my forehead and face.It was shocking after the incense-smelling darkness of the cathedral.The air is hot and my clothes are already sweaty. Hunter began to walk down the hill energetically, clenched his hands into fists, and his original gloomy expression rarely changed into a stronger expression of determination. I walked slowly, unhurriedly, still biting the sweet-smelling grass, and followed him with half-closed eyes wearily. Feldman.Colonel Kassad screamed and attacked the Thorn Demon God.The landscape beyond reality and time and space. Tokitsukadani in the eyes of a pocket stage designer, made of plastic molds, placed in the viscous air seems to be shaken by the violence of Kassad's impact. All of a sudden, countless thorn demon gods scattered like phantoms in the mirror. The whole valley, even spreading to the barren plain, was full of thorn demon gods, but under Kassad's shouting, they all gathered there again. The lone monster was now moving, four arms outstretched, bent to meet the Colonel's forward rush, to embrace him with blades and spikes. Kassad wondered if the power suit Moneta had given him would protect him in hand-to-hand combat, or allow him to use it.It was years ago that he and Moneta fought Ouster commandos on two landing craft, but the time factor was in their favor at the time; The audience is playing with the remote control of the TV light curtain.Now they are outside of time, now the Jing Demon God is an enemy, not some terrible sponsor.Kassad yelled, bowed his head to attack, ignored Moneta looking at him, ignored the thorn tree reaching into the clouds, and the horrible spectators hanging from the tree with thorns, not even Taking care of oneself becomes an instrument of combat, an instrument of revenge. Jing Demon God didn't disappear as usual, nor did he suddenly come here from there.Instead, he bent slightly and stretched out his arms.The blades of the fingers reflected the strong skylight.Jing Demon God's metal teeth were exposed in what might have been a smiling face. Kassad was furious, but not losing his mind.Instead of rushing into the embrace of death, he threw himself to the side at the last moment, rolled on his shoulders and arms, and kicked the monster's calf, just under the clump of blades at the knee, but at the ankle. On the cluster of similar blades. (As long as I can kick that monster down) It was like kicking a steel pipe fixed in half a kilometer of concrete.The blow would have probably broken Kassad's own leg had it not been for the armor and force-absorbing effect of the tights. The Thorn Demon God moved, quickly but not impossibly fast; his two right arms swung up and down quickly and then turned around, the ten finger blades cut deep grooves on the ground and stones, and the stabs on his arms shot sparks , both hands continued upward, split the air, and let out a light whistle.Kassad had reached the outside of the circle, continued to roll, and stood up again; his legs were bent, his arms were extended, his palms were flat, and his fingers covered in the energy suit were stretched out. (Going alone,) Feldman.Kassad thought, (The most honorable ceremony in the new Bushido.) The Thorn Demon God falsely struck again with his right arm, and then swung his lower left arm in succession. The blow was overwhelming and violent enough to shatter Kassad's ribs and gouge out his heart. Kassad blocked the opponent's right arm's feint with his left forearm, felt the blow of the Thorn Demon God like a steel axe, his tights shrank, and his bones were injured, and he took a painful blow to his left arm, and he blocked it with his right hand. On the monster's wrist, just above the cluster of curved spikes.Unexpectedly, he actually delayed the power of that blow, the sharp finger blades only caught the force field of the tights and did not break his ribs. Kassad tried hard to hold down the raised steel claws, and his body was almost lifted off the ground; fortunately, the thorn demon god's first feigned attack prevented the colonel from flying back.Sweat dripped from under the tights, and the muscles contracted and ached, as if they were about to tear during the twenty seconds of struggle, and then the Thorn Demon God also used his fourth arm, cutting down towards Kassandra's tight legs department. Kassad howled, the force field of the tights ripped open, the flesh was cut open, and the blade of at least one finger sank into the bone.He kicked out with the other leg, let go of the thing's wrist, and rolled away desperately. The Thorn Demon God punched twice, and the second blow whizzed past only a few millimeters from Kassad's evasive ear, but then it also jumped back, squatted slightly, and turned to the right. Kassad stood up on his left knee, almost fell, then staggered to his feet, jumped twice, stabilized himself, the pain roared in his ears, filling the whole universe with red light, but even frowning , body shaking, almost fainted from the blow, but felt that the tights tightly wrapped the wound like a tourniquet, and also had the effect of compressing cloth.He felt blood on his calf, but it wasn't flowing like it had been, and the pain was barely bearable, as was the straitjacket and his dominator's battle armor equipped with medical syringes. Jing Demon God rushed towards him. Kassad kicked, then kicked, aiming and kicking the smooth metal carapace under the spear on the opponent's chest.It was like kicking the shell of the torch ship, but Jing Demon God seemed to have stopped, staggered, and took a step back. Kassad took a step forward, stood firm, clenched his fists, with enough force to crush the reinforced bricks, and punched twice at the monster's heart. Regardless of the pain in his fists, he turned over and stretched out his palms. Hit straight into the monster's mouth, just above the teeth.As long as it is a human being, at this time, he will hear the sound of his nose breaking, feel the bones explode, and the cartilage be beaten into the brain. The Thorn Demon God opened his mouth to bite Kassad's wrist, but missed, and waved his four hands towards Kassad's head and shoulders. Gassing, Kassad, sweat and blood dripping beneath his quicksilver armor, he veered to the right once, twice, rounding back to land a fatal blow on the monster's short nape.The sound of the thump echoed through the frozen valley like an ax thrown from miles away hitting the center of a metallic mahogany tree. The Jing Demon God fell forward, turning over and lying on his back like some kind of metallic crustacean. (it fell down!) Kassad stepped forward, still bent slightly, still very careful, but not careful enough, because the foot of the Thorn Demon God's armor, claws, or something kicked Kassad's heel, cutting the ground in half made him fall down. Colonel Kassad felt the pain, knew the tendon in his heel was cut, and wanted to roll away, but the monster was already on his side.Points, thorns and blades slashed at Kassad's ribs, face and eyes.Kassad wrinkled his face in pain, arched his body but failed to shake the monster away, he blocked several blows, shielded his legs, and felt other blades cut into his arms, chest and abdomen. Jing Demon God leaned closer and opened his mouth.Kassad saw row after row of teeth in the metal eel-like mouth.Those red eyes took over his blood-stained field of vision. Kassad put the heel of his palm under the jaw of Jing Demon God, trying to find a point where he could use his strength.It's like trying to pry up a mountain of spiked debris without a fulcrum.The blade and claws of the Thorn Demon God kept tearing Kassad's flesh.The monster opened its mouth wide and tilted its head. Kassad saw sharp teeth.The monster did not breathe, but the heat from its body smelled of sulfur and burning rust.Kassad had no defense left; when the thing bit down, it would have ripped Kassad's face from the flesh to the bone. All of a sudden, Moneta came over, shouted from the silent place, and grabbed Jing Demon God's ruby-like compound eyes.The fingers wrapped under the tights were bent like the claws of a bird of prey, and the two booted feet stepped firmly on the carapace under the monster's backstab.Pull hard, pull hard. Jing Demon God's arm suddenly swung back, his joints flipped, like a strange crab that only appears in nightmares.The blade of her finger cut Moneta, and she fell, but Kassad had already rolled away, scrambling, ignoring the pain, jumped up and stood firm, dragged Moneta, and walked backward through the sand. and frozen rock. For a moment, their tight armor melted into each other, as they did when they made love, Kassad felt her flesh against his, their blood mixed with sweat, heard their hearts beat together. (Kill it,) Moneta whispered eagerly, pain could be heard even in the silent transmission. (I'm figuring it out, I'm figuring it out.) Jing Demon God stood up, the three-meter-high steel, the blade and the pain of others.It appeared to be unharmed, and someone's blood flowed down its wrist and shell like a river.That mindless grin seemed even scarier than before. Kassad separated him from Moneta's tights and laid her down gently on a boulder, though he knew he was hurt more than she was.This is not her fight.Not yet. He moved between his lover and the Jing Demon God. Kassad hesitated, then heard a faint but gradual rustling, like a rising tide from an invisible shore.He looked up, but never completely took his eyes off the Thorn Demon God who was slowly coming forward, and he found that the voice was coming from the thorn tree far behind the monster.Those nailed there were just colored dots hanging from metal thorns and cold boughs, making different sounds than Kassad had heard before.They are cheering. Kassad turned his attention back to the Thorn Demon God, and the monster began circling again.Kassad felt his almost broken heel ache and limp, his right foot was useless, unable to support the weight, he half jumped, half turned, propping himself on the boulder with one hand to keep himself out of the way of Bramble and Moni. between the towers. The cheers in the distance stopped abruptly as if frightened. The Thorn Demon God didn't appear there anymore, but came here suddenly, leaned close to Kassad, pressed on Kassad, his four arms had already surrounded him in a deadly embrace, and the thorns and blades had already started to cut.Jing Demon God's eyes were red, and his mouth opened again. With a cry of pure anger and defiance, Kassad punched him. Paul.Father Du Hei passed through the Pope's gate to the Valley of the Gods without any accident.Emerging from the incense-filled darkness of the Pope's residence, he suddenly found himself in brilliant sunlight, with a lemon-colored sky overhead and green leaves all around him. Templars were waiting for him when he came out of his private portal.Du Hei saw the edge of the weir platform five meters to the right, and beyond that, there was nothing, or rather, everything was there, because the world of the Valley of the Gods in the treetops stretched far into the sky , the roof of branches and leaves shone and trembled like sea water.Douhe knew he was at the top of the World Tree, the holiest and greatest of all trees that the Templars held sacred. The templar's welcome to him is very important in the complex system of the Muir Brotherhood, but now it is only the most basic courtesy, leading him from the platform of the portal into an elevator suspended by vines. The upper floors and balconies that a few non-templars have visited, and then out of the elevator, walk up a railing with good weir wood on both sides, around a tree trunk that shrinks from 200 meters at the bottom to less than 8 meters at the top Up the spiral staircase.The weir-wood platform curved gracefully; the balustrades around it were hand-carved vines, and the posts and fences were carved with the faces of goblins, wood-spirits, nymphs, and other elves.The tables and chairs that Du Hei walked over to sit on are all carved out of a single piece of wood, just like this platform. There were two people waiting for him, the first one who was expected by Du Hei to speak the Word of the World Tree, the high priest of Muir, and the spokesman of the Brotherhood of Templars, Sik.Harding.The second was a surprise.Du Hei noticed that the red robe on his body was as red as arterial blood and rolled with black sable fur. Although the fat body of Luses was covered by the robe, his face was so fat that there were several layers of chins. A pointed nose like a bird's beak, two small eyes squeezed almost invisible by fat cheeks, and two fat hands with black or red rings on each finger.Du Hei knew that the person in front of him was the bishop of the Church of Final Reconciliation, the high priest of the Jing Demon God Sect. The templar who was nearly two meters tall stood up and stretched out his hand.We couldn't be happier to have you, Father Douhet. Dou Hei shook hands with him, thinking how the templar's hands looked like tree roots, especially the long, thin, brown fingers, worn by the World Tree Truthsayer and Haite.The hooded robes like the Mastine's, the thick brown and green lines, contrasted sharply with the bishop's bright attire. Thank you for meeting me at such short notice, Mr. Harding, said Doohet.The Wordspeaker was the spiritual leader of millions of muirists, but Doohet knew that no Templar liked to use those titles or honorifics in conversation.Du Hei nodded towards the bishop.Sir, I did not expect that I would have the honor of meeting you. The Bishop of the Jing Demon Sect slightly nodded his head almost imperceptibly.I was coming to call, and Mr. Harding suggested that it might be of some benefit if I could join in the conversation.Nice to meet you, Father Douhet, we have heard a lot about you over the past few years. The templar gestured towards a chair facing the two of them on the other side of the weir wooden table. Du Hei sat down, clasped his hands on the smooth surface, and was thinking quickly, but on the surface Pretend to be looking at the nice grain of wood.Half of the police forces on Wanxing.com were searching for the Bishop of the Jing Demon God, and his appearance caused a complicated situation that the Jesuit priest was not prepared to deal with. Interesting, isn't it?The bishop said: The representatives of the three most profound religions of mankind are gathered here today. Yes, Du Het said: profound, but not necessarily enough to represent the beliefs of most people.Out of nearly 150 billion people, the Catholic Church has fewer than one million adherents.And Jing, er, there are about 5 to 10 million people in the Ultimate Reconciliation Church.How many Templars are there, Mr Harding? Twenty-three million, the templar said in a soft voice: There are many other people who support our ecological philosophy and even want to join, but the brotherhood is not open to the public. The Bishop stroked his chin.His skin was pale, and his eyes were narrowed, as if he was not used to the sun.Gnostic Zen claims to have 40 billion believers. He said in a low and loud voice: But what kind of religion is that?ah?There is no church, no priests, no Bible, no concept of sin. Du Hei smiled slightly.That seems to be the most up-to-date belief that has been around for generations. Pooh!The bishop slapped the table vigorously, and Du Hei frowned when he heard the sound of the metal ring hitting the weir wood. How do you know who I am?Paul.Du Hei asked. The Templar raised his head slightly, Du Hei only saw the sun shining on his nose, cheeks, and the long line of his chin, the rest was still hidden in the shadow of the hood, he didn't speak. We have chosen you, cried the bishop: you and the other pilgrims. The Jing Demon God taught you?Du Hei asked. The bishop frowned upon hearing this, but only nodded without speaking. Why are there riots?Du Hei asked: Why are there such turmoil when the Balian is threatened? The bishop stroked his chin, red and black gemstones glistening in the setting sun.Behind him, a million leaves quivered in the breeze that brought the smell of rain-wet plants.The end is here, Father.The prophecy given to us by the incarnation of the gods hundreds of years ago is now being fulfilled before our eyes.What you call a riot is the first death throes of a doomed society.The day of reconciliation is upon us, and the Lord of Pain will soon walk among us. King of Pain, Du Hei repeated: Jing Demon God. The templar held out a hand and made a corrective gesture, as if he wanted to erase the sharp words from the bishop's words.Father Douhet, we add to your miraculous rebirth. Not a miracle, Douhet said: the result of the arbitrary actions of a parasite called a cruciform. Those brown and yellow slender fingers gestured again.Whatever your opinion, Father, the Brotherhood is delighted to have you with us again.Please describe the issue you mentioned when you first notified us. Du Hei rubbed the wood of the chair with his palm, and looked at the bishop who was sitting opposite him, dressed in red and black.You two groups have been working together for a while, haven't you?Du Hei said: The Templar Brotherhood and the Thorn Devil Sect. Finally reconcile the Church, growled the bishop in a low voice. Du Hei nodded.why?What brought you together? The Yggdrasil Wordmaker leaned forward, shadows filling his hood again.You must understand, Father, that the prophecy of the Church of Final Reconciliation has something to do with our mission from Muir.Only these prophecies hold the key to the punishment of humans for killing their own world. Meta-Earth was not destroyed by humans only, Douhet said: it was a computer error when the Kiev research group tried to create a small black hole. The Templar shook his head.It is because of human arrogance.He said softly: It is this kind of arrogance that makes our race destroy all other races that hope to evolve intellectually in the future.Alui in Hebron, Zeppelin in Spiral, Swamp Centaur in Garden, Gorilla in Meta-Earth Yes, Du Hei said: Mistakes have already been made, but that shouldn’t be the death penalty for human beings, right? This punishment is handed down by a power far greater than our own.The bishop said loudly: The prophecy is very clear and clear, the day of final reconciliation must come, and all those who have inherited the sins of Adam and Kiev must bear the consequences of murdering their homeland and exterminating other races.The Lord of Pain has broken free from the shackles of time to carry out this Armageddon.There is no escape from his wrath, and no escape from the final atonement.A Power far greater than ourselves has long said so. It's true, Sick.Harding said: These prophecies have been handed down to us from generation to generation and the fate of human beings has long been doomed, and after their demise, flowers of a new and simple ecological environment will bloom in all parts of the current Balian. Under the training of Jesuit logic, dedicated to Teilhard's evolutionary theology Paul.Father Du Hei couldn't help thinking: (If no one comes to see and smell, who cares if the flowers bloom or not?) But he only said: Have you ever considered that these prophecies are not divine? Is the apocalypse just manipulated by some secular forces? The templar leaned back as if he had been slapped, but the bishop leaned forward and clenched two fat fists, trying to smash Douhey's skull with one blow.heresy!Anyone who dares to deny this prophetic revelation must be put to death! What power can do this?The World Tree mantra reluctantly said: Apart from the absolute power of Muir, what other power can go deep into our thoughts and hearts? Du Hei points to the sky. Every world in Wanxing.com has been linked together through the data circle of the intelligence core for many generations. Most influential people have implanted chips of communication recorders to facilitate access to information. You too Is it the same, Mr. Harding? The templar didn't speak, but Doo Hei saw his fingers twitching slightly, as if he was about to pat the chips on his chest and arms that had been installed for decades. The Intellectual Core creates a kind of intelligence that transcends matter.Du Hei continued.Incredibly powerful, able to travel backwards and forwards in time, independent of human thought.One of the goals that occupies a considerable proportion of the intelligence core is to make human beings extinct. To be honest, the big mistake made by the Kiev research team is also likely to be deliberately caused by the artificial intelligence participating in the project.The so-called prophecy you hear may be the voice of this deus ex machina speaking through the data circle.The Demon God Jing came here, perhaps not to ask human beings to pay for their sins, but to slaughter human men, women, and children in order to achieve the goal of this robot personality. The bishop's fat face was as red as his robe.He slammed his fist on the table and struggled to his feet.The templar stopped the bishop with his arm, and pulled him back into the chair.Where did you hear this idea?Sick.Harding asked Du Hei. Those pilgrims who can connect to the intelligence core.and others. The bishop shook his fist at Douhet.But you yourself have been touched not once by the incarnation of the gods, but twice!He gave you immortality so that you could witness all that he has in store for his chosen ones and those chosen ones will be able to prepare for the Atonement before the end comes upon us! What Jing Demon God gave me was pain, Du Hei said: Pain and torture beyond imagination.I did see the thing twice, and I knew in the bottom of my heart that it was neither a god nor a devil, just some organic machine that came here from some terrible future. Pooh!The bishop made a disdainful gesture, crossed his arms, and stared blankly at the balcony below. The templar seemed shocked.過了一下之後，他擡起頭來，柔聲問道：你有問題要問我？ 杜黑深吸了一口氣。Yes.我怕還有個壞消息，樹之真言者海特．瑪斯亭死了。 we know.聖堂武士說。 杜黑吃了一驚。他想不透他們是怎麼得到這個消息的，可是現在那已經不重要了。我需要知道的是，他為什麼去參加朝聖？他沒能活著完成的任務是什麼？我們每個人都說了我們的我們的故事，海特．瑪斯亭沒有，可是我卻覺得他的命運是解開很多謎團的關鍵。 主教回過神來望著杜黑，冷笑道：我們什麼都不必告訴你，你這個已經死了的宗教的教士。 西克．哈定沉默了好一陣才回答道：瑪斯亭先生自願做那個把謬爾的話帶到海柏利昂去的人。幾百年來，那預言一直是我們信仰的根源，就是當動亂時代來臨時，一名樹之真言者會受到召喚，將一艘船駛往聖界，見證那裡摧毀，然後重生，傳下贖罪和謬爾的訊息。 所以海特．瑪斯亭早知道世界之樹號會在運行軌道上摧毀？ Yes.那早有預言。 而他和那船上唯一的能量耳格本來是要另駕一艘新樹船？ 是的，聖堂武士用小得幾乎聽不見的聲音說：一棵贖罪之樹，是天神化身會準備好的。 杜黑靠坐在椅上，點了點頭。一棵贖罪之樹，那棵刺樹，海特．瑪斯亭在世界之樹號摧毀時受了重傷，然後他被帶到時塚谷裡，讓他看到荊魔神的刺樹。可是他還沒準備好做那件事。刺樹是由死亡、折磨和痛苦所組成的海特．瑪斯亭還沒準備好成為那艘樹船的船長，或者是他拒絕了。不管究竟如何，反正他逃走了。然後死了，我也想到是這麼回事可是，我不知道荊魔神應許他何種命運。 what are you talking about主教叱問道。預言裡就形容過贖罪之樹，會陪著天神化身做祂的最後收割。瑪斯亭本來應該準備好，而且很榮幸地當船長，駕著它穿越時空。 Paul.Du Hei shook his head. 我們已經回答了你的問題嗎？哈定先生問道。 Yes. 那你就必須回答我們的問題了。主教說：那個母親怎麼了？ 什麼母親？ 我們的救贖之母，贖罪的新娘，你們稱之為布瑯．Ramia. 杜黑回想了一下，想要記起領事為那些朝聖者在往海柏利昂途中所說故事錄下的摘要。布瑯懷了第一個濟慈人格的孩子。在盧瑟斯星的荊魔神廟從暴民手中救了她，將她列入朝聖團裡。她在故事中談到荊魔神教徒對她十分恭敬。杜黑想把這一切和他剛才所聽到的那些混雜的事情契合到一起。他辦不到。他太疲倦了而且，他想道，在所謂的復活之後，也變得太笨了。他再也不可能恢復成以前那個聰慧的保羅．杜黑了。 布瑯失去了意識，他說：顯然是被荊魔神抓了去，把她連接上某種東西。纜線什麼的。她的狀態已經等於腦死，但胎兒還活著，而且很健康。 她所帶有的那個人格呢？主教問道，他的聲音很緊張。 杜黑記起席維倫跟他說過那個人格死在巨型數據圈裡的事。顯然這兩個人並不知道第二個濟慈人格的事那個席維倫目前正在警告葛萊史東，說明智核建議的危險性。Du Hei shook his head.他實在非常疲倦，我不知道她在史隆迴路中所帶的那個人格，他說：那條纜線荊魔神連接在她身上的那個東西好像皮下分流器一樣插入了那神經中樞的插槽裡。 主教點了點頭，顯然十分滿意。預言實現得很快。你已經完成了當信差的責任，杜黑。I have to go now.那個胖大的人站起身來，向世界之樹真言者點了下頭，很快地走到平臺那頭，下了樓梯，走向升降機和傳送門。 杜黑在聖堂武士對面默然地坐了幾分鐘。葉片吹動的聲音和樹梢平臺的輕搖具有奇妙的催眠作用，使那位耶穌會教士想打瞌睡，在他們上方，天色正漸漸褪去了層層的青色，神之谷世界上暮色降臨了。 你那關於有一個解圍之神幾代以來始終用虛偽預言來誤導我們的說法，實在是可怕的異端邪說。聖堂武士說道。 不錯，可是在我教會的漫長歷史上，有很多次可怕的異端邪說最後卻證明是真理的例子，西克．哈定。 如果你是一個聖堂武士的話，我可以將你處死。那戴著帽兜的人柔聲地說。 杜黑嘆了口氣。在他這個年紀，在他現在的情況下，還有像他現在這樣疲倦，死亡根本在他心裡引不起一絲恐懼。他站起身來，微鞠了一躬。我該走了，西克．哈定。如果我說的話冒犯你的話，我向你道歉。這實在是一個很混亂而且令人混淆的時代。（最好的全無說服力，）他想道，（最壞的卻充滿了熱情。） 杜黑轉身走，到平臺邊上，然後停了下來。 樓梯不見了。在有升降機的下一層平臺和他之間，隔著垂直有三十公尺，橫向有十五公尺的空氣。世界之樹在他下方有一公里左右的樹幹由底下的葉叢中伸出來。杜黑和這位樹之真言者被孤立在最高的平臺上。杜黑走到最近的欄杆旁邊，擡起汗濕的臉迎向晚風，注意到星星開始出現在深藍色的天空中。怎麼回事，西克．哈定？ 穿著袍服、戴著帽兜坐在桌邊的人隱身在黑暗中。再過標準時間十八分鐘，神之谷整個世界會落在驅逐者手裡，我們的預言說這裡會遭到摧毀，這裡的超光速通訊和傳送門一定會毀掉，從各方面說來，這個世界也就不存在了。在標準時間一小時整之後，神之谷的天空會被驅逐者的戰艦噴射火焰染紅，我們的預言說還留在這裡的所有信眾以及其他人，雖然所有霸聯的公民早已由傳送門疏散都會死。 杜黑慢慢地走回桌子前面。我非要傳送到天崙五中心去不可，他說：席維倫有人在等我。我必須和葛萊史東總裁談談。 不行，世界之樹真言者西克．哈定說：我們要等著，我們要看看那些預言是否正確。 那位耶穌會教士憤怒而無奈地握緊了拳頭，強忍住讓他想痛毆那穿著袍服身影的暴力情緒，杜黑閉上眼睛，唸了兩遍萬福瑪利亞。但是這樣並無幫助。 拜託，他說：無論我在不在這裡，都不會影響到預言是能證實還是遭到否定。可是那時候一切都來不及了，霸軍會切斷連絡路線，傳送門也沒有了，我們會和萬星網切斷連絡好幾年。幾十億人的性命很可能就靠我馬上趕回天崙五中心去。 聖堂武士將兩臂交抱在胸前，手指細長的雙手隱進了袍服的皺褶之中。我們要等著，他說：所有預測到的事都會過去，幾分鐘之後，痛苦之王就會遊走在萬星網。我不相信主教相信尋求贖罪的人能得赦免的說法。我們在這裡要好得多，杜黑神父，因為最後結局會來得很快而毫無痛苦。 杜黑拚命地想由他疲累的思考中找出決定性的話來說，或者行動，但他什麼也想不到。他在桌前坐下，瞪著他對面那個戴著帽兜、沉默不語的人。在他們上方，繁星閃耀。神之谷的森林世界在晚風中最後再抖動了一次，然後像是有所期待般地屏住了氣息。 Paul.杜黑閉上了眼睛，開始禱告。