The door leading to the communication room opened, and a tall and thin figure walked out. Diana, who had been waiting in the corridor, immediately rushed to meet him. She looked at Rosetta, who had just finished the online meeting, and saw that the other party's face was as cold and serious as ever, and this time, there was more unexplained heavyness in the coldness.

It seems that what happened at the meeting, maybe His Majesty Gowen Cecil brought some new information, or maybe the elves or dragons discovered new problems in the refuge plan. Some speculation emerged in Diana's core of mind, but she did not ask anything, but just lowered her head slightly: "Do you need a rest first?"

"...No need," Rosetta glanced at the maid standing in front of him. His mind was still hovering in his mind about the unification of mind and the ultimate disobedience, about the adulthood and the scourge of the mortals, about a certain "final plan" of Gowen, and the fate that everyone might face. His face was solemn, and he stood in the corridor for two seconds before suddenly speaking, "Is Matilda in the Obsidian Palace?"

"His princess just returned half an hour ago," Diana said with her head down, "Do you need to call her?"

"Let her come to the study to find me," Rosetta said in a deep voice, and then he seemed to remember something again and frowned slightly, "What is the progress in the exploration of Violet Island?"

"Our exploration team has entered the depths of the southeast forest. No trace of the city has been found. Only some stone relics like 'monuments' have been found in the forest," Diana reported the latest information from the north. "At present, the vanguard troops have built a security camp near one of the monuments, and set up a mage tower and a supply station. The subsequent troops are continuing to land on the island from the southeast coast and are expected to meet with the vanguard in two days."

Rosetta pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "You go in person."

Diana glanced at the emperor in surprise, as if she didn't expect the other party to give this order suddenly, but this did not affect her reaction to executing the order: "Yes, I will set out tomorrow."

Rosetta nodded, then seemed to feel the need to explain a few words, and said, "...What happened on Violet Island is very important, and I am not at ease if others are responsible. Your first task after you get there is to find the Thousand Towers City located deep in Violet Island, and provide the Cecilians' exploration team with the best of their ability."

Diana then lowered her head deeply: "Affect your orders."

A moment later, Matilda Augustus walked in the deep corridor deep in the Obsidian Palace. She received the order from her father to summon her, but she didn't know why her father was so hurrying to see her.

She only knew that her father had attended the "virtual online conference" convened by His Majesty Gowan Cecil again today. The leaders of the three empires and the Dragon Kingdom will finally determine the plan to resist the demon tide at the meeting, perhaps... it is related to what was discussed at the meeting?

The sound of long boots hitting the marble floor is crisp and rhythmic.

After entering the inner court, Matilda took away all the followers around her. She hurriedly walked through the corridor that she had walked countless times in her memory, and swept the decorative armor and hero sculptures on the corridor.

She still remembers that when she was a child, she would often climb onto the sculptures, which caused the maids and guards who were responsible for taking care of her to exclaim, and also caused her serious father to laugh and cry. In the end, she would always jump from the highest point of the sculpture to her father. In a flying pounce and exclaim, she would see her father showing a smile that would never appear in the past. It was one of the few fun in her childhood and the only "game" she could think of at that time.

But later, as her father's mental state became worse and worse, and a depressed and tense atmosphere filled the gloomy palace, she never had such joy again. Now, in the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and the Augustus family has finally escaped the crazy curse that lasted for two centuries in her father's generation, but the childhood that had passed away can never come back.

Now she is the dazzling pearl of the Tifeng Empire and the noble crown prince. When she walked past here, she could only help her father deal with those serious and serious matters with a serious expression.

Matilda pushed open the last door at the end of the corridor. She saw the figure as tall as she remembered but much thinner than she remembered was sitting on a high-back chair. In the sunset near dusk, she gently closed the door and bowed respectfully: "Father, are you looking for me?"

"... Do you remember that before the Winterburg decisive battle, we launched a project that gathered scholars and clerks from all over the country to compile all the history, museums, technology and art books of the empire," Rosetta woke up from his contemplation, looking at his daughter, speaking in a calm voice, "I remember that in the end it was Hadilan and you who were in charge of this work."

Matilda was stunned for a moment, then she reacted: "Yes, the situation was turbulent at that time and the future was not optimistic. We launched such a project in order to preserve the history and cultural heritage of the Tifeng people in the worst situation..."

"This matter should continue, right?"

"Yes," Matilda nodded hesitantly, "Although the war ended later, we found that it still had meaning to compile such an Encyclopedia, so the work has continued and is coming to an end. Why did you suddenly mention this matter?"

Rosetta did not speak immediately. He seemed to be thinking, and it took a long time to break the silence: "Matilda, how do you think that when civilization perishes, the Encyclopedia we compiled can be preserved for a longer time and have the opportunity to pass on it to future generations?"

...

The anti-gravity lift quietly passed through the shaft deep into the ground. Silver Queen Belsetia Morningstar stood in the elevator's protective barrier, staring in contemplatively as the layers of alloy frames and reinforced rock layers continued to rise in sight. Until a slight tremor suddenly came from under her feet, the elevator platform was clamped by mechanical devices on both sides of the passage and began to slow down. Only then did she blink and return to the calm and calm expression she used to her subjects in her usual days.

The shaft gate slid to both sides with a sound of mechanical friction. Belsetia stepped out of the elevator platform, and the space in front of her suddenly became clear. In this well-protected bunker facility, there were bright lights everywhere.

This is the depth of the underground of the Elf Royal City. For tens of thousands of years, this underground bunker has been directly controlled and supervised by the Elf Royal Family. There are more than ten similar bunker facilities in the Royal City and around the Royal City. Some of them are material warehouses, some are backup industrial bases, some are doomsday fortresses that can be taken refuge by all residents of the Royal City. Some are highly confidential research centers and storage warehouses for dangerous magical creations. Similar facilities exist in every country. The elves have been passed down on this land for tens of thousands of years, and of course they have them.

At this moment, the underground bunker, which serves as a research facility, is in a state of great tension and busyness. Belsetia is here in person to inspect a project that has been secretly carried out for some time.

In the huge hexagonal hall, hundreds of senior scholars and experienced mages are paying attention to the operation of a huge magic device. The device floats in the center of the hall, in a regular and symmetrical regular icosahedral, which is as tall as several people. The alloyed shell is smooth and precise. Transparent crystal windows can be seen on the shells in some areas, and the complex rune structure and operating mechanical modules can be clearly seen inside the window.

This huge icosahedral floated like this, and a low and pleasant buzzing sound came from its body. The brilliance of magic lingers in the gaps in its shell. It occasionally responds to the instructions sent by the mages around it, or connects and communicates with certain equipment in the hall on its own. The great astrology wise man Vilanya floated directly above the device, carefully sensing the flow of magic power in the device.

It was not until the Silver Queen came near the installation that Vilania's work came to an end. The great star wizard slowly landed on the ground and paid tribute to the Queen: "Your Majesty, is the meeting over?"

"Yes, as we expected, the final result was the parent star barrier," Belsetia nodded, and her eyes fell on the magic device behind the great star master. "How is the operation of the 'Secretary'?"

Verania was a little surprised because the Silver Queen had just taken the sentence of the final plan for the Demon Tide Defense so lightly, but then she reacted and nodded gently: "It has been running stably for more than thirty-six hours, and all parameters are normal. But we may need to do more tests to determine whether it can run for a long time and repair itself as designed. After all, it uses the legacy blueprints of the original elves and modern magic technology at the same time. The combination of the two still requires data accumulation."

Belsetia nodded slightly, and Vilania seemed to feel something from the Queen's attitude at this moment: "Your Majesty, the secretary's mechanism is just a machine, which can record knowledge and teach knowledge, but it cannot represent the silver elves after all. And after a long period of time, it is unknown whether a machine buried deep underground can really see the light of day again..."

"It cannot represent the silver elves, but it can represent that there was once a civilization called the silver elves in this world," Belsetia interrupted the Great Star Skiller's words. "When the primitive elves escaped their homeland, the exiles split in all directions in the Loren continent. The elves subspecies have forgotten their original culture and heritage. Even the silver elves with the most preserved heritage can only barely piece together some messy legends and deified stories from a bunch of unstarted scrap machines and old books that no one knows. But if we had a teaching machine similar to the 'Secretary' at that time, this situation might not have happened."

She raised her head and stared at the magic device floating in the center of the hall. The huge magic device responded calmly to the queen's gaze. Its perception module recognized the figure in front of her, and a special buzzing sound came from the cold and hard body of steel.

This thing was not recently started to be built, and the start of the entire project can even be traced back to the first communication between the Neuer and the Loren League.

Compared with other younger races on this continent, the silver elves faced the interruption of civilization earlier and experienced the rebirth in the ruins intact. In the matter of "leave a heritage", this long-standing race is more keen and proactive than everyone.

The meeting that just ended made the Silver Queen more certain of the correctness of this rainy day.

"Secretary, can you hear my voice?" Belsetia suddenly spoke.

A low and mechanized response came from the huge magic device: "Yes, please give me instructions."

Belsetia took a light breath: "Describe your mission."

"It is the mission of the secretary, continuously collecting and recording knowledge, waiting for the doomsday command. When the doomsday command is activated, the bunker is closed and turned into the wait mode. During the waiting period, all means are taken to maintain the operation of its own and bunker facilities until the smart species that meet the conditions reappear on the surface, actively contact them and execute the teaching instructions..."

...

The heavy alloy walls blocked the biting cold wind blowing from the wilderness, and the heat field spreader maintained a comfortable indoor environment. Heragor, wearing a simple robe, came to the laboratory. Several dragon scholars who were busy in front of the operating table immediately came up and bowed to their leaders.

Hragor returned the gift calmly, and then his eyes swept across the spacious laboratory with dazzling operating tables, holographic images floating in the air, culture containers arranged by the walls, and many diverse equipment. These devices may represent the incredible "Tallond Technology" in the eyes of other races. However, a real dragon clan can see at a glance that everything here is a pieced together property.

Compared with the laboratories of technology companies in Tallongd in his heyday, it can be described as shabby here.

"I'm sorry, I can only provide you with such conditions," Hragor said to the scholars in front of me, "and it is incomparable to the original corporate R&D center."

"Don't say that," a black-haired dragon scholar waved his hand in a hurry. "This is much better than we imagined. We never even thought that such a gene editing room could be built after the war..."

Hragor nodded, then stepped to one of the operating tables, and his eyes fell on a group of holographic images. The center of the holographic image was not a mysterious and mysterious thing. It was a worm, a worm that was not very beautiful, small, and could even be described as ugly.

Next to the holographic projection of the worm is a large number of genetic factor compilation data.

"Where has it been done?" Hragor turned around and asked the technician who came beside him.

"A brief history of Tallond has been successfully compiled and injected into the redundant genetic fragments of Erbito worms, and has maintained stable transmission after the catalytic reproduction of the sixteenth generation. As we know, the redundant genetic fragments of Erbito worms are very, very stable and are an excellent carrier of information."

"Yes, very, very stable..." Hragor murmured to himself softly, "From one hundred and eighty-seven thousand years ago to the present, these worms living in silt and volcanic ash have always maintained this way. These simple structures of lower lives have even a longer history than dragons."

"The more basic life form is, the more ancient it has," exclaimed a red-haired gene editor. "The oldest than dragons are worms, the oldest than worms are bacteria, and the oldest than bacteria are the ancestor protein groups. The simple and fragile primitive molecular structures can reproduce quietly in the mud on the seabed for 1.6 billion years, and the brilliant civilization of intelligent creatures is briefly like a blink of an eye in front of these blindly creeping creatures..."

Another scholar shook his head, sighing in his tone: "In fact, the Erim fungus is a more stable 'carrier' than the Erim worms. Unfortunately, the genetic factors of the Erim fungus are not suitable for this kind of compilation."

"The three million years old Erbito worms are enough to undertake this mission. Their genetic structure is enough to accommodate all our history and most of our knowledge," Hragor said lightly. "Even if we perish, these worms will continue to reproduce in every corner of the planet. The demon tide and the gods are like harmless breezes to them, and everything about us will be steadily transmitted in their genetic factors."

Several dragon scholars looked at each other, and one of them finally couldn't help but speak: "But...who will read these tombstones that are invisible to the naked eye?"
Chapter completed!