Chapter 718

Bertiera looked at Gawain with a calm expression.

Although the distressed leaves have all fallen off, she still has to maintain a calm and indifferent attitude. This is the last decency she retains as the last headmaster of the Society for the End of All Things, when facing the "foreign wanderers".

The ultimate book, which has played countless roles over hundreds of years, helped the End of Everything to complete countless key projects, and finally ended its long service. Probably... this is indeed its destiny.

The Grand Master handed this book to her, and also passed on the inheritance of all things to her, and now, it is time for this wrong inheritance path to end.

Next, maybe it belongs to the era of the gods, maybe it is the era leading to ruin, or maybe... it really belongs to the era of foreign wanderers and the new order he created, but in any case, since she is now in this attitude Gou survived, then you should be prepared to face the next fate, no matter where this fate...

She gave a faint smile—she tried to make herself laugh like a human, but the plant-mimicking face gave her every expression a tinge of stiffness: "In this way, we've reached some kind of... cooperation. Is it?"

"I think so," Gawain nodded slightly, "In the territory of the Cecil Empire, the death of all things is no longer a threat, and I don't mind that there is an extra plant that can heal the earth on the land I rule— - As long as this plant is willing to obey the Basic Law of the Empire. And you... I hope you can cooperate with us in our further investigation of the Society for the End of Everything."

"Of course," Bertila said softly, the wooden structure around her wriggled, and those flexible vines and roots differentiated again, turning into countless twigs, which slowly tangled again, and outlined something little by little, " This...even if it is my second 'sincerity' apart from the Ultimate Book."

Those twigs finally gradually condensed their outlines. Gawain was surprised to see that they had formed a large three-dimensional structure, the area of ​​which could cover almost one-third of the hall. In this three-dimensional structure, corridors and rooms. , sections of broken walls and partitions are clearly visible.

"This is……"

"The structure of the underground palace that my roots perceive," Bertila said with a smile, "I know that you have found the 'guide', but Bard does not know the entire structure of this underground palace, and it has experienced a collapse. And deformation, about half of the rooms and corridors are no longer in their original positions, or hidden structural risks, I hope this map can help you - the reddish-brown room is our laboratory, the gray-white room is the archives Hall, all our materials - the most advanced and the bloodiest - are in these rooms, feel free to take them. As for the choice... it's up to you."

The most extreme and advanced biochemical technology laboratory in the human world finally opened its door to Gawain.

"I'll put it to good use," he said with a smile.

Amber and the others, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, finally received Gawain's order. After returning to the hall, they saw the wooden three-dimensional map occupying one-third of the hall. However, they should have been standing on the "map" Nearby Bertila disappeared.

Amber moved to Gawain's side in three or two steps, and after scanning the surroundings vigilantly, he asked curiously, "What about the vegetative person?"

Gawain: "Veterin?!"

"Yeah, someone who grows with plants..."

Gao Wen: "..."

He also thought that Amber had mastered a vocabulary that he had never taught her without a teacher,

The result was so hard-wired.

"She's still here," Gawain shook his head, "this giant tree is her, and this is the result of her forcibly fighting against the body of a false god. And if you're referring to the human body she mimicked...she Going deeper, it's the collapse layer that we can't get into."

"Sounds amazing..." Amber scratched his hair, "The collapse layer doesn't sound like a good place. What was she doing over there?"

Gawain looked not far away, and looked at the secret room behind Bertila. The secret room was once filled with human remains, which Bertila transported from the underground palace in a confused state. The remains, but now...it's empty inside.

"She went to have a funeral - got my permission. After all, even a cultist who was burned was allowed to be buried."

Amber blinked, and noticed that Gawain was holding a big black book in her hand that she didn't recognize—this book had never appeared before: "What is this?"

"...An ancient artifact that may hide a huge secret is now damaged, but I think it still has research value," Gawain said casually, then looked at the action team members standing near him, and pointed to the hall "This is the current structural map of this underground palace, and it should be accurate. Future exploration work will be carried out with this map as a reference, and priority should be given to transferring the things in the gray-white marked room to the surface. As for now, let's go back first. On the surface, there is still a lot of work that needs to be arranged.”

After waiting on the surface for a long time, the female knights Margarita and Pittman finally saw Gawain and the team walking out of the dark passage.

Although they have been able to contact the action team below through the magic net terminal, Gawain had a long conversation with the weird "mamma" in the middle. During this time, everyone was very nervous, but fortunately in the end everything Peace, Margarita can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty," the female knight greeted her, "Next..."

"The situation is more complicated. We will discuss in detail after we return to the camp," Gawain said, and glanced around in surprise—a large number of fallen leaves with beautiful magic patterns were scattered on the lush grass and bushes. From the crown of the giant tree above him, he looked at the female knight, "What's going on? Why are there so many fallen leaves all of a sudden?"

When talking to Bertila below, everything seemed normal, so Gawain was a little concerned about these suddenly falling leaves.

"I don't know," Margarita shook her head. "It suddenly fell about an hour ago, but other than that, nothing abnormal happened."

Gawain blinked and touched his chin: "...It's probably too cold, it's a plant after all."

There's no way that the heartache leaves have fallen off... Bertiera said she didn't care.

An invisible wind suddenly swept around, and the grass and trees swayed and made a rustling sound. Gao Wen, who was about to leave the place, stopped in a heartfelt way. He looked in the direction of the trunk of the giant tree and saw a large number of flowers entwined with flowers. The flower vine suddenly grew, the flower vine twisted and stretched, and Bertila's figure emerged from it.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many vines behind her, and roots connected to the ground under her feet, Bertila, who emerged from the flower vines, looked almost like a normal person.

The vigilant soldiers around raised their weapons in an instant, and Margarita also put her hand on the hilt of the fusion sword at her waist, but Gawain waved his hand to stop everyone's actions, he looked at Bertila: "Your business Busy working?"

"It's over," Bertila said lightly, glancing at the vigilant gazes around her—although she could see everything within the tree-covered range without turning the eyes of this mimetic body, she still used the This body made such a humane movement, and showed a sigh, "It's really unpopular... Is this really good?"

"There's nothing wrong," Gawain said calmly, "The empire is in desperate need of recuperation, and this land is in desperate need of healing, so you can take root here, heal here, you have the ability. Let those who have been displaced by the disaster you set off come back. Home and filling your belly, the flesh and blood of you and your brethren to be the nourishment of this earth is the most perfect arrangement, far better than making a new pile of ashes on the plains."

"I don't have the ability to heal the entire Holy Spirit Plain, my coverage is limited to the Sorin area..."

"Then heal the Solin area, our reconstruction project needs a bridgehead," Gawain nodded, then paused, "I will withdraw half of the camp here, but I will keep the military camp on the Solin Fort and the southern one. Sentinel. You know what I mean."

Bertila slowly revealed a smile: "Necessary caution, and necessary goodwill, Brother Gawain."

...

The weather is getting colder and winter is approaching. In this country located in the north of the mainland, the cold air always comes earlier than elsewhere, but in the relatively warm south, the warmth brought by the giant sun still has a breath of love for the earth.

Just after noon, just the right amount of sunlight shone down on the open ground in the eastern suburbs of Cecil City. The warm sunlight dissipated the chill caused by the north wind. Maggie sat on the crate next to the testing field, raised her head and glanced at it. The brilliant sun wheel of the giant sun narrowed its eyes slightly.

In the Principality of Shenglong, there is no such warm sunshine, where there will always be ice and snow, and the howling cold wind will rule the mountains and forests forever. on a megalithic building that looks like a tomb.

In the years that followed, her memory was associated with the mountains in the northern border of Ansu.

Winter Fort has a warm fire, but outside Winter Fort, there are still mountains, ice and snow, and endless cold air... But even so, she still likes that place, very much.

And here, the southern border of the empire...

The warmth here is different from other places, and the vitality here is also very different from the rough and enthusiastic life of the northern mountain people.

This novel place feels pretty good.

She smiled and looked towards the center of the testing field.

The magicians are busy around a huge and oddly shaped machine. The machine has a main structure like a stubby cone or a spinning top, and a large metal ring engraved with runes is floating at the bottom. On the other hand, it has two half-moon-shaped wide wings. The upper part of the "top" can also see a simple cockpit made of metal and crystal glass. The sides of the cockpit are stretched out like dragon wings, supported by mechanical structures and steel skeletons. Another pair of wings, its shape is so bizarre that any well-informed great magician and naturalist who comes here may not be able to think of anything known or guess its function.

But this eccentric thing is the treasure in the eyes of everyone here - those well-respected magicians are sweating profusely around the machine, while Rebecca, the chief designer and commander, is in control. , Maggie even saw the lady siren named "Tyr" next to her. This siren, who was always lazy and lacked energy, even came to the test field. Now she is on the ground with the tip of her tail. Copying sonnets to combat the drowsiness of the sun, staring hard at Cecil's "mechanical new gadgets."

As a visitor from a high-ranking civilization, Tyre was not only a spectator on the testing ground, but also a small advisor. Although the technology trees of the two races are very different, Tyr can't express his opinion in the field of magic marks, but at least in some parts of the technology - such as mechanical structure and mechanics - she can make some suggestions.

The technicians appear to have completed the final commissioning.

Rebecca was clapping, and then the imperial princess turned around and looked at where Maggie was sitting.

"Maggie! That's ok! Let's fly again today!! This time it will definitely work!!"

Maggie smiled a little and jumped off the crate towards the monstrous big machine.

Rebecca's chattering voice came from the side: "...The last crash was due to the vibration of the steering wheel wing. This time we adjusted its connection method, it can definitely be...

"You just relax, it's just normal operation, no changes to the controls, those joysticks are perfect.

"This time we will definitely fly, this time it will definitely fly!"

Rebecca clenched her fist and waved it vigorously, then added the last sentence with a bright smile:

"And it will land smoothly...at least face up."

(Time to push the book!! The title of the book is "Player Super Justice", the author does not pray for ten strings (it seems that the newcomer is actually returning to the old bird), a book about going crazy after crossing into a different world and becoming an NPC. Great.)