Chapter 1127： Tips from Bertila (2/2)

"Take it off," Bertila said softly, "A dark cultist should not continue to occupy that position."

The Silver Queen looked into Bertila's eyes. She was not surprised at all, but she shook her head: "...I guessed you would say that, but there has never been a precedent for the removal of the portrait of a sage— —Perhaps you think you have lost your qualifications to be a member, but your past achievements have not yet been completely denied. For the silver elves, seven hundred years is too short."

"So long time is not short?"

"Till this giant tree wither," the Silver Queen said quietly, "At that time we can determine where the saint Berthila's life has gone."

Bertila stared at the Silver Queen for a while before turning her gaze to the distance: "...Your elves are really a bunch of persistent creatures."

"We are just used to thinking about problems in a larger time span, and if you continue to survive, you will understand our way of thinking sooner or later," Belcetia suddenly chuckled, before talking. Turns, "Compared to this, since we talked about the end of all things, we have some questions to confirm with you."

Bertila turned his head, his eyes stopped for a moment on Gawain and Bersetia: "Is it about the believers in the wasteland?"

Gao Wen was a little surprised: "How did you guess?"

Bertila spread her hand: "It has something to do with the Death of All Things, and it can still show you this kind of headache. I can't think of any other topics."

"It's really related to them," Gao Wen nodded immediately, and then told the other party in detail about the information he had obtained from Veronica, "Recently we confirmed one thing. Not only are the followers still active in the wasteland." , And they seem to be thinking about the residual energy in the Deep Blue Well, even..."

Listening to Gawain’s narration, Berthila’s expression remained the same, but the aura exuding from her body gradually became more dignified. She moved her hand behind her, and the cascading leaves on the balcony closed again, blocking it. The outside sunlight was too bright, and the floor not far away suddenly opened a crack, and a strangely shaped magical device rose from it.

It looks like a magic net terminal, but its base is wrapped with many vines, and some very fine fibrous substances extend from the gap between the projection crystal and the rune frame. These special structures make the entire magic net terminal. It seems strangely parasitized by creatures-but this is not the result of "parasitism", but Bertila's own improvements to the allotted magic net terminal, which helps her directly control this one. The magical device can even connect her mind directly with the machine.

The next second, the terminal is activated, and the picture outlined in Bertila’s mind is clearly presented in the holographic projection.

A tall, withered and twisted ancient tree-like creature appeared on the screen. Upon closer inspection, the surface of the "old tree" showed a distorted and weird human face, as well as tumors and vascular growth. Things are covered between "his" branches and withered leaves, and the roots of ancient trees squirming and wriggling on the ground, similar to the structure of Bertila's lower body, but more distorted and disturbing.

The moment he saw these things, Gao Wen's brows frowned subconsciously: "This is..."

"This is the death-believers who are active inside the magnificent wall. In theory...our former compatriots."

"Unbelievable mutant limbs..." Bersetia couldn't help but exclaimed, "This seems to be completely out of the scope of human beings! They...how did they survive?"

"It is precisely because of this posture that they can survive in the harsh environment of the Gondor Wasteland," Bertila said lightly. "This posture is to adapt to the terrible environment in the wasteland. At first it was the source. Due to the body mutation caused by the radiation of magic energy, those dark cultists who mutated took the initiative to undergo adaptive mutation, a process they called'ascending evolution', and finally stabilized like this."

"You mentioned'theoretically old compatriots'," Gawain noticed the words Bertila had just used. "It seems that the sect of the End of All Things is not so united-and these are located in the Gondor Wasteland. There is a big disagreement between Christians and you "external believers"?"

"Until the eve of the completion of the pseudo-god's body, those of us who live outside the wall still think that the sect is united within the sect, but now in retrospect, this is just our wishful thinking," Berti pulled the corner of his mouth as if thinking. He gave a mocking smile, "Brother Gao Wen, I remember I once talked to you about the death-believers in the wall-they have been living in the wasteland of Gondor for hundreds of years. Understand the horror environment, and provide us with first-hand data about Chaos Mana, Sentinel Tower, Aberrations, Divine Factors and other things. Our cooperation with them has lasted for so long, and has been maintained. With the'perfect tacit understanding', this directly led us to overlook some things.

"If there is such a group of'people', they no longer have the human body structure, do not have the human social organization, live in an environment where human beings cannot survive and understand, and deal with the relationship with the surrounding environment in a non-human way. This lasted for seven full centuries-how likely is it that they can maintain the essence of'human'?

"Under such circumstances, how likely is it that they can still identify with their human identity and regard those of us who have always lived in the safe zone outside the wall as their compatriots?"

As Bertila said, he looked down at his body that is no longer a human being, and shook his head slightly: "After I became like this, I confirmed this even more: even I need to use manufacturing to assist thinking about organs. Way to maintain their own personality cognition, then those endemic believers who have lived in the wasteland of Gondor all the year round...they may have ceased to be "human beings" long, long ago."

"So just as I expected, you actually don't know what the'comrades' living in the wasteland are planning," Gawain shook his head. "You think that the sect is working on a great salvation plan. But in fact, for those believers in the wasteland, your plan has nothing to do with them..."

"But if it really doesn't matter, why should they cooperate with us in a seven-hundred-year-old scene?" Bertila looked at Gawain, with a stiff smile on his puppet-like delicate but lifeless face." They live in the wasteland and have successfully adapted to the environment inside. This is an invincible state of security. People outside cannot threaten them, so why do they obediently cooperate with the orders from the Dark Master? Pretending to be always loyal to the sect, pretending to be still devoting energy to a great cause? Are you worried about exposure? Obviously not, they should not care about us."