After waking up from the illusion of brief dizziness and space displacement, Gao Wen saw Amber's face standing in front of him at first sight.

He pushed her away with helplessness by pressing the half-elf's forehead: "Do you have to get so close every time?"

Amber inserted his waist and swayed and said, "I'm bored, you have to ask me to help you take care of me, why don't you change someone next time."

Gao Wen ignored this guy's thoughts. He just stood up, stretched his body, which was slightly stiff due to the long sitting, and then looked around.

Here is a house with no decoration. Metal frames and wooden boards are made of wall panels, covered with iron roofs, and furniture that is easy to combine and transport are placed indoors, forming a simple and practical style. Apart from the necessary tables, chairs and bookcases, there is almost no unnecessary furnishings here. Not far away, there is a window covered with translucent resin. What can be seen outside the window is the view of the majestic Sentinel Tower standing on the earth.

This is the "peak base" close to the magnificent wall, and this room is where he rests and works.

Gao Wen moved his neck and asked casually: "Is there any incident happening during my Internet connection?"

"Saldrin has been here once and reported the sentry's deployment. I have asked him to put the report on your table, and no one has come."

Gao Wen nodded and exhaled: "Okay... I understand."

In his mind, he recalled the new clues he got during the previous online meeting.

All things will eventually die and master some kind of technology called "dark bridge"... This technology is related to the magnificent wall, which can be used for communication, and it seems not to be used in ordinary contact situations...

In connection with the previous encounter of Saldrin, the senior members of the Death Society seemed to be moving near the magnificent wall. The other party touched the communication center of the Elf Monitoring Station... Is the purpose of using the "dark bridge"?

Some of the vines in the Shadow Realm are connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower. When those vines burn, the first ones that are impacted seem to be connected to the communication module...

Amber blinked and watched Gao Wen fall into silence and thought as soon as he woke up from the "network" state. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "What happened?"

There is no need to hide this in front of Amber. This half-elf is an expert in the field of intelligence and infiltration, so Gao Wen said bluntly: "The vines in the shadow world may be related to something called the 'dark bridge'. This thing is a communication method that all things will eventually die and establish secretly in the magnificent wall... They not only corrupted the vines, tampered with part of the magnificent wall's surveillance system, but even stole part of the functions of the magnificent wall."

Amber was surprised when he heard this: "Why are they making such a big fuss?"

"The history of the Dark Sect is as old as the Kingdom of Humanity. They were born in the same era as the Great Wall. It is not surprising that they can do this," Gao Wen said casually. "What I really care about is that they build such a special communication channel...what exactly is to contact."

"Hmm?" Amber didn't understand what Gao Wen meant for a while, "What else can you contact? Of course, it's the cult believers who contacted them."

"Does members of the liaison need to steal routes from the magnificent wall?" Gao Wen glanced at Amber, "The scope of activities of the liaison's demise is basically concentrated in some areas of Ansu and Tifeng. Their members have not been distributed to the point where they need to build a transcontinental communication line. Moreover, the 'dark bridge' should not be used very conveniently. In order to obtain signals, they need to take a certain risk to approach the outpost set up by the elves, which is not suitable for daily contact members of the sect."

Gao Wen’s implication is very clear: for the size that the end of everything is currently showing, building a dark bridge with huge risks and inconvenient communication channels seems not very cost-effective.

Unless, they have the goal of having to go through a "dark bridge" to establish connections.

The two in the room fell into thinking and silence at the same time. During the brief thinking, Amber, who was quite sensitive to the blind spots of thinking due to long-term intelligence processing, suddenly raised his head thoughtfully, looked at the window covered with alchemy resin, and looked at the vast wasteland outside the window.

...

After exiting the mental network, the uncomfortable feeling of dizziness and temporary body paralysis allowed Hetty to rest in the immersion cabin for more than ten seconds.

The same is true for other people who access the mental network through the immersion cabin. Except for Carmier, who does not have a nervous system.

When everyone sat up from their respective immersion cabins, the ancient magician had already begun to simulate the mysterious and complex elves runes in the open space of the "Internet Connection Hall".

"The elves' bottleneck state does seem to be very serious," the arcane master noticed that Jenny and others stood up and said buzzingly. "Frankly speaking, a small part of these rune arrays is something I have seen before. In the years of the Gondor Spark, the elves were using this rune architecture a thousand years ago. Now a thousand years have passed. It can be seen that they have indeed made many minor improvements in this architecture. They have become more sophisticated, more complex, and more efficient, but in essence... the way these runes are still in the same space as those of the Spark."

"But their technology in gravity control is still much more advanced than ours," Jenny couldn't help but say, "if we can really translate and optimize those rune arrays, the 'Air Force' that the Lord had conceived would definitely be able to do so."

"You can fly in the sky!" Rebecca's excited voice also inserted, "I'm looking forward to this! Do you know that the biggest blow to my magic at the beginning was that I couldn't learn floating arts and flying arts, of course I couldn't learn anything else, but what I care about the most was the magic that could fly!"

They began to discuss rune logic and the magical skills of the elves.

The discussion was in full swing and the discussion was full of interest.

Herdy walked out of the immersion cabin silently. She listened to Carmier and others discussing the mysteries of the magic world, and watched Rebecca dance excitedly among the three of them, with a faint smile on her face.

She was also a wizard, and once, she was immersed in the lab, lingering between runes and formulas.

That's great.

But the foundation laid by our ancestors requires a chief internal affairs manager, not a lack of ordinary talented researchers.

Hetty sorted out his slightly scattered hair, and tidied up his dress that was slightly wrinkled by the use of the immersion compartment. After a moment, Cecil's outstanding butler came back.

Today, when her ancestors temporarily left the territory, she still has a lot to do.

Of course, the first thing to do is to knock Rebecca's head after all, it hasn't been hit for three days.

...

In the dark and deep underground palace, all things with some mutant characteristics, with their bodies, high-level priests are sitting at the oval long table.

"Our 'dark bridge' has been exposed," Heaton, the tall and thin, with a sinister face, stood up from his seat. "Gaven Cecil noticed the magic vines growing in the shadow world, and the elves will be warned soon."

The cult priests at the scene whispered, but soon a man with a pale face and thin limbs as dry as trees branches whispered twice: "Cough cough, don't care too much. After the magnificent wall was damaged, the dark bridge was abandoned. We have reconnected with the wasteland through the assistance of the Eternal Sleeper. The magic vines in the Shadow Realm... are now just some rotten plants, and the losses are lost."

"Our plan has entered the final stage. The awakening of the 'god' will solve all problems. Under this premise, the loss of the dark bridge is acceptable," another female minister said, "But we must also be careful that the exposure of the dark bridge may bring variables. That Gauven Cecil is a very vigilant person. He will warn all the forces he can contact."

"Damn it, can't we find a way to solve the old bone that crawled out of the coffin?" A priest with short hair, hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and anger on his face couldn't help but mutter, "He's already a huge uncontrollable factor and now he's just leaving his territory. On the boundary of the wasteland, we don't have a chance to do it."

"Even if he leaves the territory, he is a legend," Belltila, who had never spoken, finally broke the silence. She looked at the preacher who had just spoken coldly, "A legend, with a plural high-level powerful man around him, and a large number of armies armed to the teeth. Do you want to assassinate him with your fibrotic brainstem? That will only bring greater variables."

The short-haired master who was mocked by Bellti spread his hands open: "We have to do something."

“Accelerating the awakening of the body of the false god and ensuring the delivery of the mutagen of the gods is what we should do most,” Belltila said lightly. “It is not easy for our fellow citizens to send back information from the wasteland. Make sure that these valuable knowledge comes in handy.”

"Now we discuss the next question about the passage between the Abyss of Flesh and the Earth."

The meeting did not last long. The cultists were always more efficient than the kings and nobles. All matters were quickly discussed, and only a few people were left in the huge underground palace hall.

Belltila and the Elf Gemini stayed, and Heaton did not leave either.

"Tell me about the mutagenic agents of the gods," Belltila looked at Heaton after only these people were left at the scene and said slowly, "Although it is normal to announce to the public, I heard that... the mutagen has shown some unexpected... activity?"

"It's just a small problem," Heaton said with a stern face. "It should be that humans have produced some genetic factor mutations in the past seven hundred years after they left the wasteland environment, which has led to their reaction to mutagens too fiercely. This is an inevitable situation. After all, our compatriots located in the "inside the wall" are mutagens completed in the primitive wasteland environment, and their effect outside the wasteland will definitely change."

"The Grand Priest is not concerned about the reason. As long as the mutagen is finally effective as planned," said Belltila, then looked at the elf Gemini sitting not far away. "What is the state of the mind projector of the Eternal Sleeper? When can we contact the next contact in the wasteland?"

"The projector is ready to use, but it requires the 'povers' in the wasteland to arrive near the projection site to establish a connection," said the elf Gemini in unison. "According to the agreement, their next arrival at the projection site will be between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Very good," Belltila nodded slightly and stood up, "The Grand Priest will be satisfied with this."

With the rustling sound of roots rubbing against the ground, the woman who had survived for centuries left the hall.

...

Deep in the wasteland, in the corrupt and mutated Gondor land, tireless wanderers are still continuing their seemingly endless trek.

The twisted and hideous giant "trees" moved between the soil and the rocks, winding like tentacles licking the barren and cracked earth. The disordered wind was wrapped in deadly radioactive dust, whizzing through the branches of these giant trees.

One of the giant trees in the head stopped, and behind it, all the giant trees and the giant distortions that followed the "forest" also stopped.

The trunk of the giant tree in the lead was squirming, and an old and weird face emerged between the cracked bark, and dry and strange voices came from its rustling branches and roots: "The uninvited guest has begun to strengthen the cage."

"They can only delay some time," said another giant tree. "Our land of happiness will eventually spread throughout the new world, and the stupid beings in the old world will be destined to become dust in time and history like their gods. Every struggle they make at this moment is just to make the future end more violent."

"It's soon, it's soon...it's soon...it's soon..."

There were loud sounds in the squirming forest, rustling and squirming sounds that were creepy, and in this creepy unison response, they moved their roots again, continuing their seemingly endless wandering.

"The new world will eventually come..."

The creeping forest sang in unison.

“We will take root in the new world.

“We have found the best spot in the next era.
Chapter completed!