Chapter 1347： farewell (2/2)

Bertila didn’t know how to evaluate this crazy plan, she just suddenly thought of another very crucial point: “Wait, you said you want to guide the ‘big explosion’ of Deep Blue Nets. How many people will die in this process?”

"Like the Gondor Empire 700 years ago," Bertram said in a deep voice, "This process essentially reproduces the birth of the Gondor Wasteland-therefore, the entire mortal civilization will be destroyed, and all mortal kingdoms will be destroyed. Extinction, more than 90% of the world’s creatures will become extinct in this process, but some will survive, just like us on the Gondor Wasteland, they will evolve little by little to become our appearance in an environment saturated with dark blue magic. ...Finally, adapt to this new world."

Bertlem paused, and slowly said in a deep voice: "Our appearance is the future of all things."

"You really are crazy..." Bertila's eyes widened, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Turn the entire planet into an environment like the Gondor Wasteland, destroying all civilizations, leaving nothing but zero. Stars, mutant freaks like you, are wandering on the wasteland all over the planet... What is the meaning of this kind of "easy home"? What is the meaning of this long-term "protection"?"

"But at least, the creatures on this planet don't have to face the magic tide and the disaster," Bertram shook his head. "And after a long time, maybe further evolution will come. The wandering mutant creatures may establish a new civilization, and more life forms may breed in the wasteland environment. The harsh and desperate environment that you seem to be may be fertile soil for another group of creatures...Bertila , Do you know? After wandering in the Gondor Wasteland for seven hundred years, I actually feel that the dark and corrupted land is still alive...Time can change everything."

"But this should not be the fate of civilized nations, and you are not qualified to cut off the future for them," Bertila looked into Bertram's eyes, "If we will face a doomsday, then we are willing to die. Fighting, willing to fight to the last person on the battlefield, willing to face the end in resistance-instead of you creating a natural disaster, it is up to you to sever the future of all people in the name of resisting the enemy, and in the end, you have to listen to you. Said this is to protect the world of the future."

"...You are right, but it is a pity that we, who have been in the wasteland for many years, will no longer think like you," Bertlem twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a distorted smile that was almost ugly." This also includes me-when my only remaining reason and conscience dissipate at the moment, I will only think that your remarks are naive and polite."

"Perhaps, this is the sorrow of all of us," Bertila sighed softly, "Let’s go on, Bertram... I now know your true purpose, and now I want to know about those Regarding the rune stones, what is your next release plan? How many rune stones do you have to release? If you complete all the release plans...how will you activate them?"

"Our delivery schedule... is over half of the time. I don't know the specifics of the whole plan, but I think we still need at least... and another third of the runestones are needed to achieve the'domestication of this planet.' '," Bertram's tone was hesitant, as if he was fighting for some kind of "dominance", but in the end his words still flowed smoothly, "Dark Blue Netway is very complicated. It's not just throwing a lot of runestones in one breath. There is enough'number' in the network, and the number of suitable nodes is limited...

"Originally, we have found almost enough nodes in the wasteland. Without disturbing the deep blue well of the central node, we can send more than 90% of the runestones into the predetermined pulse flow, but afterwards, something unexpected happened. The runestones invested in these nodes were intercepted by the Kraken...Finally we had to look beyond the barrier...

"The most important node is located at the ancestral peak. In the depths of that high mountain, there is actually a natural source of magic that is no less than the deep blue well. The locals don’t know anything about it. The magical environment is regarded as a gift from the ancestors...

"The other scheduled nodes are located deep in the mountains in the northern part of the mainland. The two swamps on the border of the Holy Dragon Principality each have a drop point, three in the eastern extension of the Dark Mountain, one in the Shadow Swamp on the Tifeng border, and the blue rock hills in the southern part of the mainland. There are two places, three places in the northwest of the Gaoling Kingdom...

"The number of rune stones that need to be placed at each drop point varies, at least one, up to four or five. Rune stones have the function of autonomous navigation and positioning in the dark blue veins, and they will start to move after entering the network..."

Bertlaim's tone gradually became low, but he still kept telling everything he knew. During the long storytelling process, Berthila kept listening seriously and never missed a word.

After a while, Bertlem’s voice finally calmed down completely.

He seemed to be asleep, sitting paralyzed in front of Bertil with his head lowered, his body motionless, the memory that preserved his conscience seemed to have completely left the "body", leaving only a hollow body in place.

But soon, a new consciousness grew in the corners of the body. The body began to tremble. Accompanied by hoarse breathing, the body that had been still for a long time suddenly raised his head, his eyes were angry and angry. Hatred was full, the muscle lines on his face twitched, and a husky, twisted voice squeezed out from his throat: "Bei Er-Ti..."

However, the roar came to an abrupt end when only a few words popped out. The flower field surrounded by pure white flowers suddenly squirmed. The cute and harmless flowers and plants were intertwined into a huge mouth with sharp teeth. He swallowed Bertram's "body" that had begun to twist quickly.

The next second, the flower field returned to calm, and there was no trace left. Only Bertila, wearing a light green dress, stood quietly in place, watching the sea of ​​flowers gently swaying in the breeze.

"Walk all the way, Bertlem."