Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

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Stepping on the wide pedal, Shangluo got into the car and sat directly opposite the wolf-eyed old man.

"Where are you from?"

"Ask me?" Shangluo replied, "Chendan, I said it before."

"What I'm asking you is, where was the last place you went before coming here."

"Metropolis. We saw the same shadow as you there. He also said that he had no intersection with me in the past, present and future."

"Yes." The old man nodded, "That's a wrong road. That's not your dispute."

"You mean, the branches in time?"

"Not really." The old man shook his head and signaled to drive - the convoy was aimlessly walking on the streets of New Antioch, but in general it never left Manhattan Island.

"Let me explain." He looked at Shangluo, "The 'branch in time' you just mentioned is almost impossible to achieve. What Qilu means is that it is not a war that belongs to you, and it has nothing to do with the human world at all - —This is the war of stones.”

"Stone?"

"Because there can only be one prophet, we used to take turns working - but that's another story. My brother Paul, he is closer to the truth than I am. Since he was young, he has gradually lost touch with us. His consciousness often appears in the distant future and past, communicating with people who have no relationship with him. He can't even tell where reality is, so he can hardly give valuable guidance. The mission becomes more and more important.”

"A very accurate guess. Although I don't know what lion dance is, I can even deduce the appearance of that interesting folk custom from your metaphor. So, let me tell you the root cause of this matter—— The fundamental reason is the civil war in Rome. The internal conflicts among the Romans are irreconcilable, and civil war will come sooner or later. We have no interest in mediating the civil war among the Romans."

"So what did we see?"

Schneider, the werewolf who got into the car with him, was surprised and said: "So there are two??? I have never heard of it."

Shangluo told it his previous guess.

"That's my brother, Prophet Paul. I'm his twin brother, you can call me Otto. We are, the twin prophets of the New York clan." He stretched out his hand to Shangluo - under the shadow, the moonlight shone in . Prophet Otto's hands became rough in the moonlight, with silver-white hair superimposed on them.

As he spoke, he looked out the window: "Do you know the current situation? Do you have anything to ask?"

"Stones." He pointed to the ground with his stick. "It may not be easy to understand. After all, our language is still some distance away from Rome. In short, before all life appeared, there were already stones on this earth. Stones were the first to exist. , and will eventually exist. Whether human civilization exists or not, stones will continue to exist. We use stones as a metaphor to describe a kind of war that has nothing to do with humans. "

"The white wolf born among werewolves will become a prophet. As the twin white wolves, our brothers have been given the mission to guide the New York clan."

He looked inside the car and in the direction of Phaethon: "We are fighting a war of stones, and you are fighting a war of meat. Although the stones and meat are both on the land of Gaia, we have no stake in it after all. It’s just that we occasionally go to war against the elves at the same time, so there are many opportunities for cooperation between us, Lord Phaethon.”

"You recognize me?"

"I recognize you. Although you seem to have surrendered to this distinguished guest from Cathay, I think it is safer to tell you." "'Submission' is redundant."

"Really?" The old man looked at the two of them, "The relationship between you is very clear. Or is this a hobby of a meat man?"

"Yes, Prophet Otto." Schneider next to him explained, "This is their own way of playing."

"Okay. Then I respect you and your choice, but I still recommend that you go to a shaman for treatment. This kind of shocking relationship is not healthy in our opinion."

"Why are you following the same routine as your brother?"

"Ha, because before we see with our eyes, we use our noses to identify. Or do you want me to tell Mr. Shangluo?"

"Just talk to me. He's almost paralyzed now. He's very tired."

"Then you should also be able to see the root cause of all this - this is a chain reaction. The earthly, Colombian commander, his resentment towards Rome was magnified in the mirror, and his actions passed through the first The secondary reaction chain triggered unpredictable forces, and this force was triggered again, amplified, and shaped everything here.”

"So here is the result after amplification?"

"According to our current investigation, this is the case. I have also understood the principle of that kind of 'nuclear weapon'. This chain reaction relies on specific chemical elements. And here, we seem to meet that specific situation."

"So, what is this reaction medium?"

"It's not clear yet. But one thing is certain." The old man looked out the window and saw the towering Empire State Building appearing a few streets away. "Just like you can control New Antioch by suppressing Pompey on the first floor. Similarly, we can achieve the same goal through the same actions here, because in any case, little Pompey is the commander here and the cause of everything. After he is captured, these resistance forces will also be under his command. Dissipate below.”

"What if we fail?" Phaethon asked.

This time, he looked at Shangluo: "Mr. Shangluo, do your operators above have strong control?"

"Of course, those are the elite of Jinyiwei."

"That's good. What I want to remind you is that it's best to prevent them from detonating their 'nuclear weapons' at the top. I don't think Pompeo Jr. may not have the idea of ​​dying with you - similarly, there are other weapons here It can be detonated. The vision of Pompeo Jr. was passed down from layer to layer, and his vision will be preserved here. In other words, [Aotearoa] may not be demolished at all.”

"I already knew this would happen. So, the Aotearoa is still here, right? In the subway station. But the direction is not right." He gestured: "In principle, it seems that it needs to be done on both sides. Collision is enough. But the one on top is facing down, and the one here is also facing down. How can they collide with each other if they are not in the right direction? "

"How do you know that the direction is wrong?" He looked at Shangluo, "Up means down, and down means up. Did you really check the elevator you took? We don't trust those Roman things, never. They Pickled strips and salted fish can come out as monsters, let alone more complicated things.”

(End of this chapter)