The soft voice of the elves Gemini sounded distant to Bolken. This hall is located in the deepest part of the entire flesh-and-blood structure. Countless neural links are connected from this huge alien body to it, transmitting the vast sea of ​​data to Bolken's thinking. This not only includes the perception of the flesh-and-blood structure itself and the monitoring of the entire battlefield, but also includes the dark priests who are fusion deep. Although all the dark priests have been adjusting the direction of thinking assimilation for a period of time, compared with the true "unity into one", they still have their own different minds. To integrate and sort them into one is a difficult task for Bolken.

The attack from the Deep Blue Well arrived, which was the counterattack launched by the ancient ghost hiding in the steel fortress. The high-intensity energy beam was focused on the top of the structure, as if it wanted to destroy the organ that released the "Disaster Demon Bomb". Several organs used to open the shield opened the energy barrier in time. Although they were quickly burned in the overload, the attack from the Deep Blue Well was still successfully blocked.

The damaged tissue then began to heal itself, and an astonishing amount of biomass was transported from deep underground to the upper layer and transformed into layers of extra shells. Bolken performed these operations accurately like a machine, which was a power and ability that he once was a human being, and now all this was used by him. In some half-dreams and half-awake gaps, he thought about his current existence... He felt like a god.

A group of mental wave communications from afar arrived at the construct, from which Bolken reads the large-scale death signals of distorted bodies and biochemical synthetic beasts, as well as the strong impact unique to "sky fire falling to the ground".

They were Cecils, who had advanced to the scorched earth plains in the north, and were building their purification devices there. The wasteland legions left there had only the most basic killing instincts and lacked heavy units. They had only persisted in the offensive of the mortal army for less than a day. They were cannon fodder themselves, and the only regret was that the cannon fodder played a much smaller role than expected.

A dark red light was emitted in a certain nerve node in the "ventricle", and Bolken's will turned into a mental fluctuation. It quickly spread along the crisscrossing root system network underground to the north. There was no dark priest who could perform command tasks. The end of the root system network was only connected to a large neural node with basic intelligence. The neural node buried deep underground could provide the most basic control of aberrants and biochemical synthetic beasts within a certain range. Generally speaking, it was to maintain that those basic units would not be completely "wild".

In this way, the wasteland legions deployed in remote areas can at least play a role in blocking and delaying the mortal army.

After issuing the order to reassemble troops to carry out delay tactics, Borken's consciousness was once again concentrated on the battlefield in front of him. The sect had given up all the foreign war results so far, gave up more than 70% of the land in the wasteland, and gave up everything that could be given up just for the battle in front of him. However, in fact... this was not the future that Borken originally thought of.

He wanted to tame this planet, build an "eternal tranquility place" isolated from the world, and make the Deep Blue Net Channel exterminate the current civilization on this planet and turn it into a planetary shield, but he never thought of achieving all this at the current price, he did not want to face the ancient ghost in the center of the wasteland, because the cost of doing so was so high that he could not bear it. When the Elf Gemini proposed this plan, he originally wanted to refuse, but when he looked around the wasteland, he found that there was no other choice...

How did the situation become like this step by step? In the gap between the slight weakening of the "sound" in the spiritual world, Bolken briefly raised this question. However, before he focused on this issue, neural signals from all over the structure interrupted his concentration, and he had to continue to focus on the task of maintaining the situation and integrating those minds. A powerful feeling of holding huge power and overtaking all things emerged in time, weakening Bolken's willingness to question his current posture.

So...powerful, like... a god.

Very good, that's great. Although I sacrificed the sect that I had worked hard to manage for hundreds of years, I received the unrivaled power and an eternal and immortal body. What a powerful force. As long as I have one thought, I can create the power to destroy the world. As long as my will is still there, this body can be restored infinitely... If the world will eventually fall into the sea of ​​fire in the explosion of the Deep Blue Net, then I will undoubtedly become the only surviving individual after this. After that, the paradise of eternal peace will descend on this planet. As the only and most powerful living body on this planet, I seem to have a lot of things to do at that time...

Bolken smiled and planned that great future. When that day comes, should he create a loyal servant first? Or should he build a grand palace for himself first?

Leerna stood next to the ugly plant in the middle of the hall, watching the shriveled and twisted bark appearing as a smile, but creepy "expression" on the shriveled and twisted bark. She couldn't help but smile. At her fingertips, there were strands of nearly transparent "lines" spreading out in the air. These lines intertwined and weaved, wrapped around Bolken's canopy, wrapped around the roots that pierced into the depths of the hall, wrapped around the bone arches and chitin domes around the hall, densely packed, layered like spider webs.

Since the beginning, Bolken has turned a blind eye to these spider webs growing in his "ventricle".

"He fell into his dream, a very beautiful dream-strengthed appearance, and our grand principal was still a weak mortal after all," Leerna said softly, with a smile on her face even more. "It seems that he is not as great as he thinks he is."

"As a mortal, his will is actually strong enough," Firna's voice came from the side, "until just now, his subconscious was still resisting, trying to return his reason... At this point, he still has doubts and thoughts. This is beyond our expectations, right?"

"...It's quite desirable," Leerna said lightly, then her eyes drooped, as if she was going to see the deepest part of this flesh-and-blood structure through the thick bones, wooden barriers and biomass chambers under the ground, and the darkest part of this creepy huge "biology". "The fusion process of the last group of dark priests began... but they resisted fiercely and were trying to awaken Bolken's main consciousness."

"The wise men of them understood the moment they entered the fusion accent," Firna whispered, "but their resistance was meaningless. This construct had grown to an unmatched level of mortal will. The cry of those dark priests in the thinking network would probably be regarded by Bolken as a whistling wind and annoying whisper...if he was still 'Bolken'."

Lerna moved her fingertips, and the "spider webs" wrapped around the hall were a little denser than before. At the same time, she frowned: "...but these 'noises' finally have some impact. They affect the power that the structure can exert. The steps of the mortals are very close. We must break through the barrier of the deep blue well before they arrive. Now the structure is not strong enough... find a way to calm those sounds."

"I'll go and deal with it." Firna said lightly, turning around and walking towards the exit of the hall.

...

The Alliance Army advances faster and faster day by day. After infusing the power of the entire Loren Continent into this land, the mortal war machine began to show its astonishing powerful powerful cannons flattened the distorted army, and the chariots crushed the wreckage of the wasteland legion. The powerful legion spells made the entire land evaporated in the heat. Warriors of various countries and races swept through the plains and mountains of the former Gondor Empire like strong winds. Behind the army, purified towers rose up from the ground, blocking the walls like blood vessels extending in the wasteland, spreading from four directions, southeast, west and north, towards the direction of the deep blue well.

In this process, the impact of the blocking wall finally gradually became apparent. Although it is still a long way from its final closing, environmental changes in many areas in the wasteland are already an indisputable fact.

The polluting clouds are fading, the toxic substances in the air are decreasing, and the chaotic magic energy that permeates the surface is gradually calming down. In some areas, observers have found plants that are growing tenaciously in the cracks of stones. The seeds of these plants flew into the wasteland with the collapse of the magnificent wall, taking root on the land where the pollution has subsided, and starting to grow as the spring flowers are blooming, becoming the first "inhabitants" of this land after seven hundred years of desolation and silence.

In the edge of the wasteland, under the foot of the magnificent wall, it is traditionally considered a buffer zone for polluted areas. Observers even found that large areas of land that have completely returned to normal, even if they do not carry any protective equipment, even ordinary people without any special forces can survive and reclaim fertile fields in these purification areas.

This war has not yet ended, and the future of the world is uncertain. However, even if the dust has not yet been settled, the world is constantly moving forward.

Carri Perro ran across the courtyard like a gust of wind, his long skirt flying on the edge of the flower bed and the lawn. The male servants and maids on the road saw the running lady from afar. They had already retreated to the corridor in advance. Some servants who were more familiar with Carri couldn't help but shake their heads, and showed a helpless expression on their faces.

Miss Carrie is optimistic by nature and kind to others, especially her lively personality is in sharp contrast to her serious father. However, the shortcomings of the beauty are her lack of stability and ladylike demeanor. Viscount Perlo sent her to Cecil to study. Although part of the reason is the "task" assigned by the empire to the children of young nobles, part of the reason is that Viscount hopes that her daughter can hone her mind in a foreign country and become more mature and steady in the process of living with other noble children. However, from the result...

Although Miss Carrie, who returned from Cecil, has grown up in all aspects, she has regressed a lot in the field of ladylike demeanor and even learned a lot of "Cecilian" styles, which seem strange in the traditional concept of Tifeng. This really makes people wonder what the Cecilians are teaching in the "Imperial Academy"...

"Carry!" Viscount Perlo's voice suddenly came from the front of the courtyard, with a hint of displeasure in his voice, "What does it look like when running in the courtyard?"

Wearing a straight dress, with a beard and tall Viscount Perlo frowned and looked at her daughter running towards her. Her tone was unhappy and helpless. Her daughter had been returning to China after studying abroad. However, in terms of planning for the future, this unstable girl still seemed to have no idea. Her mind was full of impetuous and radical ideas. At the same time, she was unwilling to enter the parliament to become a member of parliament, and she had no chance of becoming a man. The marriage seemed to be far away. As for inheriting the title and inheriting the family business... it was too early now.

Viscount Perlo is no different from most ordinary fathers when it comes to "having a headache because of the future of children."

However, Carrie seemed to have not noticed the dissatisfaction in her father's tone. She held a newspaper tightly in her hand and handed it to her father: "Father, look at this!"

"What's so fussy..." Viscount Perlo muttered and took the newspaper, and his eyes soon fell on a black and white picture on the page. It was a plant, which looked like an ordinary wild flower on the roadside. However, the words next to him changed his eyes slightly, "The plants were found in the wasteland... The pollution was fading... The purification area was found in the edge area?"

"This is a photo sent back from the No. 27 advance base of the Winter Wolf Knights!" Kari smiled brightly, and even felt inexplicable pride in her tone, "It was the flower of the army where Mariannu was located. This flower was discovered by her. This article also mentioned specifically in the article!"

"Maryannu...Maryannu, daughter of Count Reven?" Viscount Perlo quickly found the corresponding name in the genealogy of the nobles. After a moment of shock appeared on his face, he frowned, "There can already make achievements, and even pass on his deeds back to the country for people to spread. Look at you, you are still classmates! You..."

"Father, what I want to tell you is another thing," Carrie said suddenly before she could finish her father's statement, "I heard today that there is a pioneering plan in the southwest enclave of Winter Wolf Castle..."

"Planning plan? The enclave in the southwest of Winter Wolf Castle?" Viscount Perlo was stunned, "It's not a polluted area there..."

"There is no longer a polluted area!" Kari said with a bright smile. "Obsidian newspaper published news today, announcing that it was unknown how the Gondor wasteland was distributed after several confirmed completely purified border areas, but those border enclaves are 100% imperial territory. Now that the pollution has subsided, the army has pushed the front line into the depths of the wasteland, and the pioneering operations in those places are about to begin soon. I made a message with Dana today. Her father, Earl Juventus, had mentioned this to her, and I want to go to the border with her..."

Viscount Perlo's expression finally became serious. He stared into Carrie's eyes and slowly spoke: "Carrie, you know what you are talking about."

"Yes, I know," Carrie restrained her smile and stood in front of her father with unprecedented seriousness. "I want to do the same thing as my ancestors. My classmates in the academy were doing what they thought was the most important and correct. Fendir Wilder participated in the Wasteland Expeditionary Force and experienced the first battle. Elivan Franklin went to the Western Front as a research assistant not long ago. Mariannu was fighting under General Andersha... Father, I can't fight, nor have such excellent magic and magic scores, but I know how to pioneer and manage territory. Since a long time ago, the Perlo family has been excellent pioneers. When you told me this, you were very proud.

"I don't want to go to the parliament to be a MP who only knows how to raise his hands. There are many smart people there. I'm very inconspicuous in it. I don't want to get married so soon. I haven't met that suitable person yet. I don't want to inherit the family business so simply. I'm an ordinary and mediocre nobleman, spending a lot of time on dances and banquets... Just as His Majesty mentioned last time in his speech, we are facing a special and difficult period. The Empire needs every one of her people to do their duty and play their value...

"Didn't you just say that Mariannu can already make merits? Now I want to..."

"Okay, I agree."
Chapter completed!