September 19870, Lu Yuan.

Brooklyn walked into a highly confidential workroom at the Mage Tower Research Institute, and then frowned gently. More than a hundred different so-called induction generators placed in this workroom were rotating, making a low but unnegligible buzzing sound. Most of the researchers who turned the generator with their hands were immersed in their work, and only a few people noticed Brooklyn's arrival.

"Everyone keep going."

Brooklyn nodded and then replied softly to make sure his voice would not affect everyone. Since Gastenth showed off such a strange thing as an induction generator at that meeting two years ago, he has successively made some different equipment one after another, throwing it to the Mage Tower Research Institute, asking them to use these instruments to detect the fourth great magic wave. Moreover, Gastenth also made a somewhat strange request that the person who rotates these instruments must be humans or natural power, and the pyroxene steam engine is not allowed.

Xu was used to rotate the induction generator. Brooklyn could guess what Gastens meant, so he arranged the work according to his requirements. Most of the equipment handed over to the research institute was turned by manpower, and it was constantly 24 hours a day, with multiple shifts. A small part was handed over to hydraulic drives and a dedicated person to keep an eye on it, so that there would be no problems. Although Brooklyn and the people who executed this command did not know why this was done, Gastens' name alone was enough to make the command be executed.

Brooklyn stood at the entrance of the workshop, looking at different types of induction generators, big or small, in front of her, frowned. She was not a person who liked to ask questions, but she didn't like to know nothing about her work. However, even if she even asked the questions she wanted to know in front of Gastens, the answers she got were extremely limited.

In the end, why do we need to prepare these equipment? Can that thing called "electricity" really replace pyroxene?

Brooklyn didn't know the answer to this question, and Gastens said yes, so she believed yes. However, deep down in her heart, she still wanted to find an argument that could support Gastens's argument. After all, only conclusive facts can convince her to accept the speculations and facts without any grudges.

Brooklyn looked up and looked at the pyroxene lighting equipment on the ceiling, curious. If, if these lights really disappeared one day, where will Ankenryin go?

A breeze blew.

The lamp went out.

Brooklyn subconsciously made a cold war. She blinked and adapted to the light coming from the window. The evening sun was dim and yellow, flowing quietly in the workshop of this laboratory.

This is impossible!

Brooklyn subconsciously resisted her inner answer. Maybe it was just that the pyroxene exhausted its energy, or the gold burning fell off accidentally, which led to the disappearance of the light. Brooklyn forced herself to calculate the probability that the house had more than ten pyroxene ceiling lights and the table lamps were turned off at the same time. She knew that it was a small number, but she still insisted on calculating. Maybe she was just simply resisting change.

"Sir, Dean!"

"Sir, Dean!"

Several sounds sounded in the laboratory at the same time, and accompanied by the sound was a faint light. The light was far less stable and soft than the top pyroxene used in the laboratory. Instead, it was bright and weak, like a weak chick in the wind and rain, and could die at any time.

Brooklyn's eyes were turned to those who spoke, and she found that the equipment in their hands was emitting a slight light. At this moment, she suddenly thought of Gastens's words.

"These devices are devices that can change the world again."

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Ivan ran quickly and breathed rapidly. In front of him, the small building by the lake where Gastens lived was close at hand. Gastens's wife, Claire Warren, was standing by the door, looking at him anxiously.

"Is the boss here?"

Ivan was panting, but his speech was fast. The fourth great demon tide came too suddenly, and he had to find the boss immediately and activate the emergency plan. After the system based on pyroxene energy collapsed, the emergency plan they made had become the most critical thing now.

"He's not here," Claire shook his head, with sadness in his eyes, "He's gone, not back."

Ivan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the meeting two years ago. In that sudden night, Gastens decided on his heir and said with a smile.

He didn't know what day he would die, disappear, and disappear.

"Boss!!!"

Ivan shouted loudly, even ignoring the regulations on loud noises in the Elena Government Department. However, no one cared about this at this time. Claire looked at Ivan and opened the door of the small building sideways.

"He left letters to you all on the table."

Ivan rushed in before he could hear Claire's words. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he always felt that this letter would be the final farewell between him and his boss.

"Oh, by the way."

Ivan, who was halfway through, stopped again, and he turned sideways and shouted at the guard, "Call Sinke Warren over, immediately, immediately!"

The guard did not dare to delay. He heard almost all the conversation and naturally knew what was going on. He ran away. Ivan squatted down, bent down, and concealed his expression.

If the boss is really gone, then where should they go?

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Four hours after confirming Gasten's disappearance, the Communist Party's Council established a State of Emergency Committee, with Sinke Warren as chairman. In the days after the leader disappeared, he would become the president of the country.

Because of the precautions, the core departments and military aircraft and the important areas of the military aircraft were also prepared for this, so the order in Roswell was not greatly affected. The steam factory in the suburbs was shut down, a large number of steam equipment was paralyzed, and the steam locomotives operating on the road suddenly lost power. These caused panic among the masses, but were quickly controlled by the military and police who had already planned. The senior officials who knew about this quickly rushed to the Government Affairs Department.

"My comrades, I believe you already know that the fourth great demon tide is coming, just as the boss said. Thanks to our advance preparation, the situation in the core area should still be under control. We, Ankenrien, can definitely be the first to control the impact of the situation, get rid of the adverse impact of this great demon tide, continue to develop and grow."

The person standing in the first position in the conference room was Sink Warren, not the familiar Gastenth Warren. The members present probably guessed something, but were not sure. Claire Warren, with red eyes, stood behind the conference room, as if supporting some of their secret speculations.

"Boss... are you leaving?"

Binbo Bobluff's voice trembled. Although he had predicted his boss' disappearance, when this day really came, he still felt unsure.

"That's right, the boss has disappeared. He left us a letter and explained his work. Comrade Claire will send it to everyone. I hope everyone can read quickly, understand the boss, and do our work well."

"Is the boss dead?"

Thomas Gulakos asked in a deep voice, with a solemn expression. As the person in charge of industry, he knew very well that the Fourth Great Demon Tide would completely destroy the existing industrial system. Can the thing called electricity left by his boss really make Elena rise again?

"I don't know, but he told us clearly that he would not come back. He gave us this country that was born shortly after. He said in his letter that true communism should never put all hope on one person. He led us to win revolution, but to build a country and develop a country, what is needed is the power of millions of ordinary people, not a person who is suspected to be a great magician."

Ivan spoke in a low voice, looking at the table in front of him, no one could understand the emotions in his eyes, "The leader has left, and those who stayed must not embarrass the leader, let alone lose the leader's country. I don't know if the leader is dead, but I know that if the leader is not dead, if he is still looking at us, he will definitely hope that we will build this country into the most powerful country."

"We can," William Richardson stood up, "whether it was called electricity or the burning that the boss said, he left us information and even left a lot of equipment. When I came, the institute had already begun to study the technologies with all our might. We will be able to inherit and carry forward the boss's will!"

"Yes, we can!!!"

The deliberative committee members said in unison and then fell into silence. After a while, Sink Warren cleared his throat.

"So, let's start, the next work arrangement."

The sound of page turning sounded, and before I knew it, Ankenry entered a new era.

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"How about it, do you think they can do it?"

Somewhere unknown, the expressionless middle-aged man accompanied Gastenth to watch the scene floating in the air. Everything that happened in the conference room of the Government Department was presented one by one in this area, extremely accurate.

"sure."

Gastens stood beside Claire, reaching out to gently wipe her tears. However, his hand passed through her face, there was nothing left. Gastens sighed softly, turned around, and looked at the man.

"Now, can you tell me, what's going on?"

"certainly."

The middle-aged man nodded and turned to the side. The void behind them turned into a huge panoramic view in an instant. Countless dense highlights flashed in between, some blue and some red. From time to time, some bright spots suddenly lit up, then dimmed and changed colors. Although I was not sure what the holographic data displayed, Gastenth could probably guess that this was some kind of equipment similar to a sand table.

"This is the war I talked to you." The middle-aged man didn't go to see Gastens. Gastens stood with him, looking at the bright sand table like the starry sky in front of him, silent.

"You have lived on Earth for a while and naturally know that the world is a world dominated by technology. If that world can continue to develop along its own path, perhaps one day it will reach our current position. Our civilization, in the language you can understand, is the pinnacle of countless technological civilizations. And our enemies, if you can think of it, are magic."

"magic?"

Gastens frowned slightly. He had lived in his own world and on earth. He knew a little about the magic world and the technological world.

"Technology and magic cannot coexist?"

“Either this or that.”

The man's answer is firm, "Neither we nor them have touched the ultimate yet. On the way to touch the ultimate, both of us will only be enemies. The highlights of the stars you see, each of them is a world. Some of these worlds are similar to the earth, exist in the form of the universe and the planet. Some exist in other forms. However, no matter how complex or novel the form of existence, the true core of these worlds, we call rules, and the opposite thing called laws, can only have one kind. Either technology or magic."

Gastenth was silent. He was not stupid. His past experience made him wiser. After a little thought, he probably understood what a man meant.

"My world is changing from a magical world to a technological world? Are you rewriting the underlying rules of the world in some way?"

"You are indeed very smart," the man smiled, "It is not easy to rewrite the rules of a world. External forces often cannot touch the core of the world, so people like you need to be. As the indigenous people born to the world themselves, you have the power to bring our ideas into that world and then change that world. Behind each of the four great demon waves in your world, we and their shadows. Whether it is the young dragon Astord Fride or the legendary master Luda Cris, they are all us or their warriors. You promote the progress of world civilization and you change the laws of the world. In the end, it is up to you to completely pull the world to our side."

"Four great magic waves, magic power recedes, and finally, after the underlying law is rewritten, electricity and combustion will appear, and my world will start again. People will try to master fire, fuel, power, and develop modern technology..."

Gastenth said to himself that he had understood what a man meant. But soon he had questions again.

"Is there only this path of development in technology? The experience of the earth is not perfect, and technology is not just a beautiful thing. The shadow of self-destruction always follows me, will my world be like this?"

"There are many paths for technological development, and your world just happens to be similar to the earth. Otherwise, we will not send you to the earth for rebirth. If the development paths of the two worlds are too different, the help of rebirth to you complete the task will become weak."

The middle-aged man sat down on the spot, and the starry sand table disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a simple and clean room, a small table and two round stools. Gastenth sat opposite the man, looking at the badge on the small table in front of him.

"What you call war is like the revolution I promoted in Ankenyin, changing the world from within? But what does this have to do with communism?"

"Communism is the most effective revolutionary weapon we have found so far. The countless wars and world competitions in our history have proved that this concept can overthrow the power of the magical world the fastest and most successful, and build a world for ordinary people for ordinary people. Moreover, when society really has great material abundance, you will find that communism is the king of the technological world."

Gastenth nodded, picked up the badge and fumbled gently with his hands. The badge was cool and heavy, and it was hard to see its material clearly.

"I've passed the exam?"

"It's the enlistment test", the man sat straight, "Our native world is the simplest revolutionary world. You succeeded, but many people failed. Next, you will become our warrior, go to the worlds you just saw, where we call the frontline, launch the next revolution, and expand the territory for scientific and technological civilization."

Gently pinned the badge on his chest, Gastenth was silent and then smiled.

“Sounds like a good job.”

"Of course", the man stood up, the white room disappeared, Gastenth's figure gradually blurred, the man looked at him and smiled.

"Welcome to our army, from now on, you have a new title-"

The man was silent, with a clear smile on his face.

Gastens looked at him silently, waiting.

“——Instructor.”

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Chapter completed!