It is certainly an epic thing for all mortal kingdoms to work together to fight against the doomsday counterattack against the wasteland. The ancient country of Gondor, which has been buried for seven hundred years, will certainly leave a brilliant page in history books. There are countless historians, playwrights, and bards to record and praise all of this. However, as an empire leader, Gowen must start thinking about some more realistic issues at this time.

A land that is vaster than any empire at present, is recovering and waiting for colonization, an energy vent derived from the core power of the planet, cannot be calculated long-term benefits and cannot be clarified. If these things are not started to think about now, then the unionized countries that are still united at this moment may fall into chaos tomorrow.

He raised his head and looked at the sensors hanging from the ceiling. Although he knew that Ophelia's body was not these "cams" and these "cams" were not the only way for Ophelia to sense the outside world, doing so would at least give him a feeling of "face-to-face conversation" with the other party: "Actually, I was a little worried about whether you would support this decision, after all... this is your territory, and you don't need to listen to my arrangements here."

"This is the best arrangement at present," Ophelia said in a calm voice. "I need to be in a place without being disturbed. You need the order of the alliance to be stable and undestroyed. From a rational point of view, the Iron Man Corps and this underground base obviously cannot use the huge magic of the Deep Blue Well. Such a large amount of energy should be used in the right place - whether it is reconstruction of wasteland or resting in various countries after the war, these energy can come in handy. In this process, the alliance must have a relatively fair and compulsory 'distribution plan'. Similarly, my Iron Man Corps and I also need a 'backup'."

"In addition to the support of the Cecil Empire, the existence of the Iron Man Corps itself will be an important guarantee for maintaining the neutral status of the Deep Blue Well after the war. The huge energy output from the Deep Blue Well is the source of the voice and influence of a small 'neutral city-state' in the alliance," Gao Wen nodded slightly, "Neutrality requires neutral capital, and there is no paradise for no reason - especially when there is an endless gold mine on this land."

"I know this very well," Ophelia said.

"When it comes to this..." Gao Wen touched his chin and asked with some concern, "How is the current situation of the Iron Man Corps?"

"The damage rate has reached three quarters. At the end of the battle, the mental core in stock was exhausted, and a large number of soldiers are still lying in the recycling warehouse," Ophelia said in a calm tone, "But luckily, the production facilities of the base itself have not been damaged too much. I am gradually restarting production lines and creating new mental cores. As long as there is enough time, the Iron Man Corps can recover."

"That's good," Gao Wen heard this and then couldn't help laughing at himself, "There are really a pile of mountains to consider... I originally didn't come here to discuss such serious and depressing issues with you. I just came to say hello to you... By the way, see how you really look."

"There are many people who can do it, your majesty," Ophelia's voice seemed to have a smile, "and I think we've 'said hello' well."

Gao Wen nodded gently, and then his eyes fell on the platform in front of him again. He stared at the real Princess Ophelia Norton who was sleeping in the container for a long time. The Ophelia Matrix obviously noticed this. After a few minutes of silence in the hall, her voice once again came to Gao Wen's ears: "I'm sorry, I'm not the real her, and I can't 'get out' to greet you. Although I had considered creating a special iron body to act as an "interactive interface" to talk to you in this base, in the end... I chose to let you come here."

"No, I don't feel sorry," Gowen shook his head and retracted his gaze at Ophelia Norton. "I don't actually care whether you are the so-called 'real' Ophelia Norton-I don't know her at all, I never talk to her, nor my life and temperament. Although I know that she must be a great and admirable person, to me... she is still a stranger.

"And you, you are the only Ophelia Norton I know. We have been working together for a long time and will continue to work in the future. Under this premise, I don't care whether my ally is a human or an artificial intelligence."

"Speech that fits your personality," Ophelia Matrix judged calmly, but then sighed helplessly, "It's a pity that I still don't know if I am...she. My personality data and starting memory are 100% copied from Ophelia Norton himself. My mental model even includes her whole brain scan. When I woke up, I thought I was Ophelia, but there was another clear voice reminding the matrix...I'm just 'Ophelia Matrix'..."

"Why can't it all? You can be either the Ophelia matrix or Ophelia Norton himself," Gao Wen shook his head with a smile. "Maybe I'm standing and talking without a pain in my back - but I don't think you need to be too entangled on this issue. Do you still remember the life you mentioned just now? Those data are not input into this matrix in advance, but your real experience. You are a flesh, blood, tangible and qualitative individual, and no one has to stipulate who you must be."

Ophelia Matrix was silent for a moment: "...Your views have some reference value."

"I just think this is a compliment," Gao Wen said with a smile. "This topic is put aside first. Next, I want to learn more about the situation of the Deep Blue Well, and your observation records of the surrounding areas over the years..."

...

The elevator was running at high speed in the shaft. Gao Wen and Amber stood in the elevator, watching the protective barriers composed of steel and cement and alloy domes moving downwards quickly in sight. Two iron soldiers who did not speak stood beside them, quiet as if they were sculptures.

"I really didn't expect that you could provide psychological counseling for ancient artificial intelligence," Amber turned his head and looked at Gao Wen, muttering in a strange tone. "Of course, I didn't expect that an ancient artificial intelligence would be confused about the question of 'Are I me?' to be honest, this is probably rising to the field of philosophy. It turns out that Veronica's usual appearance of nerve necrosis is still hidden underneath?"

"If the few words I said casually can solve the problem that Ophelia Matrix has been thinking about for hundreds of years, then I really have to admire myself," Gao Wen shrugged. "I guess she has to continue to worry. It's useless to find a group of psychologists and philosophers to analyze it with her. She has to think about it slowly. Maybe one day she will suddenly figure it out..."

"That's right," Amber scratched her hair. "Only people can't analyze it for her. How special her situation is, she is unparalleled in the world..."

Gao Wen: "…It's not that what is the use of unparalleled worldly things."

"Ah? How to use it?"

Gao Wen ignored her, and at the same time, a sudden vibration from the elevator - they arrived at the top of the shaft.

Back the same route, led by two iron soldiers, the two walked into the long ramp that led to the surface of the ground again, wrapped in crystals. The scenery along the way, which seemed like the ice crystal world, calmed Gao Wen's slightly upset mood. What's even more rare is that the amber next to him was honest this time. In the rare silence, Gao Wen couldn't help but look up at the top.

His eyes seemed to be about to penetrate the thick layer of crystal "mountain" and see the distant depths of space.

Some strange thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind - after experiencing time travel, fusion and resurrection, inheriting the data from the satellite and Gao Wen's memory, and after this long and incredible "life", who is he himself...?

Is it a soul of a traveler from the earth? It is a satellite that has failed? It is the resurrected Gauven Cecil? Or the fusion of these three...

He is no longer the "self" he thinks he is, but perhaps he has always been "self" from beginning to end...

Gao Wen slapped himself on the forehead and threw this random thing behind his head. Amber next to him was shocked when he heard the movement: "Hey! Why did you suddenly slap yourself? There are no mosquitoes in this place..."

"...It's okay, I'm almost being led to a tamper by an ancient artificial intelligence." Gao Wen shook his lips, and he didn't know how to explain his mental journey to Amber at that moment. At the same time, he also found that the ramp was approaching the end.

The door leading to the outside world was flashing with a slight light in front of it. Outside the door, the night was drooping, and the sky was covered with stars. In a farther place, a pillar of light could be seen piercing the sky and extending continuously to the distance in the darkness.

"Just send it here," Gao Wen looked at the two iron soldiers leading the way, with a smile on his face, "Thank you for leading the way."

However, one of the iron soldiers did not respond. Her body seemed to be stiff for a moment, and then a slight buzzing sound came from her body. Her eyes were temporarily out of focus and then she fell on Gao Wen and Amber. She spoke, and the sound of Ophelia Matrix came from the sound device: "Please wait a moment."

Gao Wen was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

"Please tell the Iron Man soldier named Diana-the repair tank for her is ready."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his face: "...She will be very happy to hear this news."

...

The night is low and the stars are shining. Seven hundred years later, the brilliant starry sky finally appeared over the Talash Plain again. Under the long-lost starlight, the wilderness has returned to silence.

A large number of mortal troops are still gathering on this plain. It is obviously not a simple matter to evacuate such a large army from the battlefield in an orderly manner. The legion commander and the leaders behind them are conducting preliminary exchanges on the subsequent evacuation, residence, handover and other aftermath issues. The tired frontline soldiers are resting in the night, while the sentries and patrol soldiers are still standing at their posts at this moment. The sensors of war machines are constantly scanning the battlefield, and the eye of the mage summoned by the casters slowly flew through the sky-

The war has ended, and the terrifying things created by the dark priests have disappeared in the force field released by the blocking wall, and the wasteland has been healed. However, even so, no one dared to relax his vigilance easily.

After all, this is a piece of wasteland that has been sinking into the dark for seven hundred years. Blocking the wall cannot instantly eliminate all the dangerous factors on this land.

The behemoth of the Alliance crawled down on this first peaceful night, licking the wound like a giant beast in the wilderness.

In the northeast of the Deep Blue Well, where the "tide counter-tide" finally fell, a huge isolation belt has been opened, and patrol sentries and automatic sensing devices blocked the entire area.

In the center of the blockade area, there was still a slight smoke and dust in the trench. A pungent smell mixed in the night wind. A large number of dark wreckage fragments extended deeper along the trench. At the end of this trace of flesh and blood, two tall figures were standing in front of the huge pile of chilling debris.

One is the master of all things that are tall like a bell tower, covered with mysterious clouds and mist, and the other is the white giant deer surrounded by a faint white light and with a holy figure.

After observing for a long time, Milmina, the master of all things, made an important judgment: "...To be honest, I have seen many miserable deaths when I was in the Kingdom of God, but this one in front of me is still the worst I have ever seen."

"Ask a lot, indeed, the amount of bleeding is very large," Amoen said in a deep voice, "Ah, the amount of bleeding is really very large..."

"...You can't get over the bleeding, right?" Milmina couldn't help but turn her head and look at her "roommate". "You lamented that this has been no less than ten times along the way."

"I've been bleeding in the past half a month, and now there's nothing else in my mind," Amoen shook his head. The white light around him was slightly dimmer than before, but the two white flowers wrapped around his antlers seemed much more energetic than when they were just "transplanted". "And you have to do it yourself... Do you know how much courage to test?"

"Nonsense, isn't that to put induce signals on sentries? And what else can you do if you don't do it yourself? You are thick-skinned and the 'blood collector' sent by the board of directors cut you with an industrial-grade cutting beam for two hours before drilling a hole the size of a palm was drilled. Before you could get the bottle up, you're ready - you can't really let them use the crevices of Annihilation, right?" Milmina's words sounded full of resentment, "And you didn't have to do it yourself... I said help, you won't let me do it. If you really want me to take action, you will definitely prepare all the blood samples in a few strokes..."

When Amoen heard this, he shrank his neck: "Do I dare let you do it? You rubbed a 140-meter-long light spear and stabbed it. Then I might as well let the Annihilation Craft hit a few times..."

Milmina seemed a little embarrassed when she heard this, so she waved her hand: "Okay, okay, we are not here to discuss such things, so we should do the serious business first... Such a big thing is probably enough for us to have a headache."

Amoen nodded, turned his head and looked at the "rematch tide remains" that had been buried deep into the soil and rocks.
Chapter completed!