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Chapter 1388 1385. He is crazy! He wants to create a new dusk!

"So, the Greenhouse Project has been taken over by you? Can this thing be started now?"

After Meredin left, in the underground area where the Greenhouse of Life was located, the slave master stood on a mechanical platform with his hands behind his back, looking at the rows of incubation rooms in the darkness below.

He could see strange green lights flashing in the areas that had been closed. That was a sign that the greenhouse was operating. So he turned around and asked the scholar who was directing the mechanical assistants to clean up the scene:
"What kind of life are you creating with the creation machine left by the Creator? The legendary 'perfect life'?"

"Don't be ridiculous. That word is taboo in this field."

The scholar said without turning his head:
"No matter which era it is, experiments that claim to create 'perfect life' always end in tragedy. If even the Creator cannot get involved in this field, then why should a ridiculous mortal like me make such a futile attempt?
Would I feel a sense of accomplishment if I could personally cause a disaster that affects the whole world?
Am I such a lunatic in your eyes?
As for the greenhouse of life
Murphy formatted the main control program, so that the recovery can only restore the control system here as much as possible. Thanks to some technology obtained from the Sentinel Think Tank, I barely started the outer cultivation cabin of the Life Greenhouse, but it will still take some time to start the real core area.

But I think our chosen one may not give me time, so I decided to use these activated breeding chambers to create an army to fight against the Order expeditionary force that is about to go to the Gray Desert to strangle us all. "

"Can an army do something like this?"

The slave owner said in surprise:
"I don't think so, unless you can create an army of all silver or gold, or directly create a few demigods to serve as your thugs."

"Of course ordinary soldiers can't do that! At least they can't get past the foreigners."

The scholar walked up to the slave owner. He looked at the cultivation chambers flashing green light in front of him and said:

“But I carefully studied the styles and characteristics of the foreigners, and I found that in order to contain them, I had to strengthen them both in terms of quantity and quality. This meant ensuring that the soldiers I created could reproduce quickly and grow continuously in battle.

And this growth must be able to quickly feed back to the entire community.

Generally speaking, such life does not exist.

But fortunately, in the biological database of the Greenhouse of Life, I actually found a population case that met this condition very well.

It was one of the civilizations destroyed in the mass extinction event, and was marked by the Creator as having great potential. The best part is that this civilization, due to its unique form of existence, is naturally extremely resistant to chaos."

"Hey! We are Chaos Servants."

The slave owner said sarcastically:
"So this one looks like negative reinforcement, right? Unless you intend to use it to deal with not only the Order Alliance, but also... No way, scholar, old Bach. You are still an Order faction deep down in your heart?"

“It’s a meaningless distinction, why do we have to take a stand?”

Bach the Elder retorted:

"I'm just thinking from the perspective of the best cost-effectiveness. In short, this army that is about to be cultivated should be able to stop the Order Alliance until I unlock all the modules of the entire Greenhouse of Life. By then, I will reach my own end and die without regrets.

Speaking of here
Give me some of your blood, skin tissue, and a little bone marrow fluid."

"What are you going to do?"

The slave owner looked at the scholar suspiciously and said:

"Are you going to clone something weird again?"

"It's just an 'insurance'."

The scholar waved his hands and said:

"Just think of it as a little benefit for you."

"Hmph, I don't need it."

The slave owner waved his hand and said:

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, I don't want to get involved. I have my own way to go. This is probably the last time we meet. Consider this a farewell. I'm leaving. Wish me a safe journey."

"You want to go back to the Eternal Rift?"

The scholar asked:
"Just as you said just now, you want to swing the right sword at the right person at the right time?"

"Correct."

Salifu spoke briefly and disappeared into the shadows.

But the next moment, a complex device was thrown into the darkness by the scholar, and old Bach said:

"Since you are going on a long journey, you have to pack your luggage. I don't have anything good to give you. This thing is the controller of some failed 'perfect life' that I tried to make before. I released them in the Black Mist Mountains. There should still be living individuals there. You can take them with you.

Anyway, if you stay there you will probably be eaten as food by these 'children' who are about to hatch, so it's good to increase your chances of success in your final journey.

Besides, you came back in a really good mental state this time, Salifu, so, did the foreigner cure your terrible mental exhaustion?"

"No."

A vague voice sounded from the darkness, carrying a hint of helplessness and regret.

他 说:

"What can you expect from a quack doctor from another world? He has tried his best. It's not his fault, old Bach. No matter what you plan to do, no matter where you have gone, there is always a way back. That's all I have to say. Good luck."

The life greenhouse fell silent. The scholar took the elevator down from the platform to the cultivation area. He leaned on his mechanical cane and approached the nearest cultivation room. Through the observation window, he watched the strange black creature gradually taking shape in the humid environment.

He stroked the glass and murmured to himself:
"Going back? That's for cowards!

What a great blueprint! A new world where everyone is happy. I will complete it on behalf of the Creator! For the painful past, for the lost present, and for the bright future! "
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"I knew I'd find you here."

A gentle voice sounded in a remote ruin in the gray desert. It was wrapped in a stale and scattered past underground, like the remains of an ancient temple, but beyond those things that had long collapsed, one could find a hidden staircase that continued to go down.

After passing through several dangerous trap areas, you will arrive at a mechanical area that is out of place with the dilapidated ruins outside.

Theoretically, this mechanical land full of futuristic simplicity could also be considered the "Land of Creation", but it did not store the wonderful knowledge left behind by the Creator.

This is a cage.

At least it was once a cage.

Mereddin, holding a cane, walked into this mechanical land. He looked at the opened seal of the old god in front of him, then glanced at the strange goat man sitting in the guard chair next to the seal, flipping through a book, and the mechanical guards around him that were shut down and damaged due to the huge psychic energy tearing.

He stopped there, leaning on his cane, and said to the goat man in front of him, who was wearing a complicated robe and had a strange floating "cosmic star map" on his shoulder:

"Good day, Lord Vidia, since you have escaped from the cage and gained freedom, why do you still stay in this place where you have been sealed for 1,100 years?

Could it be that the crazy prisoner fell in love with the cold cell?

With all due respect, this is a really twisted relationship.”

"I'm just waiting for someone."

The goat man raised his head, and with his single-sided golden glasses, he looked full of a wonderful "elegant and easy-going" feeling.

Compared with other goatmen, this guy has almost none of the coldness and darkness unique to his race, and his eyes with seven-colored rainbow rings surrounding square pupils give him an innate sense of mystery.

Definitely not an ordinary person!

In fact, if an ordinary person sees this guy, he will definitely be guided and worshipped by its "divinity".

He is indeed a god.

Although he is only the lowest level old god in the circle of gods, he has surpassed the boundary between mortals and gods after all. He has great power and cannot be desecrated or looked at directly. Facing Meredin's ridicule, the King of Ten Thousand Curses, Widiya, responded in a gentle tone:

“I am waiting for someone who can be my collaborator, someone who will not be intimidated by the powers of the world nor willingly become a slave to Chaos, someone who has lofty ideals and is willing to pay the price to pursue the end.

Most importantly, someone I won't kill.
Excuse me, sir, are you the guest I am waiting for?"

"Um"

Mereddin frowned and said:
"I can be your collaborator, but I will not be willing to be enslaved by chaos. I have great ideals and am about to embark on a journey. I am sure that I possess the above qualities, but I am not sure whether I will be killed by you."

"whoosh"

The goat man sitting there raised his finger and shook it lightly, and a jet of rainbow light, wrapped in three fragmentation beams, hit Meredin.

The four psychic powers all come with various enhancements such as super magic, ring upgrade, sure hit, penetration, and curse, as well as the divine power enhancement of the King of Ten Thousand Curses. Even if this thing hits a demigod, it will make the opponent lose a lot of skin.

But Maireddin reacted quickly. He threw a great dispel at the opponent the moment he started to attack. Then, an arc of light that purified psychic energy flashed like a waterfall, instantly dispelling all the enhancements of the psychic spell. Finally, he relied on several psychic shields attached to his body to take the blow. He stayed where he was without any injury as the psychic arc light shattered and flashed.

"It's embarrassing."

He said softly.

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Vidia in front of him closed the book, stretched out his hands and clapped them to applaud the superb skills of the psychic master in front of him.

it says:

"It's confirmed. You are the one I'm waiting for! What a pity. I thought Mr. Murphy would come first. It seems that he still has some opinions about me. Maybe it's because I secretly bewitched the Lord of Darkness and the Nightmare Tyrant to die.

Alas, he couldn't understand. I knew that those two guys had no way to shake the power of order. They just sent the tricky enemies to Murphy and then killed them with his own hands.

This was a gift, not an attack.

But he saw it as malicious intent.

Perhaps it was because Mr. Murphy had been in contact with the annoying Paying for too long, so he was also infected with the boring poison of order, lost his joyful mind and became a boring person like rotten wood.

On the other hand, you are at the other extreme, sir."

Vidia stood up, and behind his robe a sheep's tail decorated with jewels and a tail cover swayed, and the book he had been reading also floated beside him.

It looked Mereddin up and down and said:
"You have been up and down in the malice of Chaos for a hundred years but have not been defeated or contaminated. This shows that you have a strong will. Your battle of wits and courage with the monk leader has also allowed you to accumulate rich experience in dealing with Chaos, and you have also regained your precious freedom through death.

I'm curious though.

How did you reach an agreement with old Bach when you were bound by Steiner's Horcrux, allowing him to risk being executed to preserve your biological data so that you could be resurrected from the power of the Greenhouse of Life?"

“The answer may surprise you.”

Mereddin sighed and said:

“I didn’t have any communication with Bach Sr., maybe I did, but it was just eye contact.

I can only say that I was lucky to meet someone who was smart enough to understand my cry for help, and the best part is that old Bach had his own goals, he was not just a puppet of Archbrother Steiner.

It's very easy for a man like him to do something.

But the point is not the past that has passed, but the future that has not yet arrived. I am looking to form a new organization, and I hope you can be a part of it."

"Well, secret societies, that's my style!"

Vidia blinked with interest, so much so that a third eye appeared in the mysterious and complex psychic patterns on its forehead.

it says:

"So, what is the organizational structure? What is the bottom-level planning? Who are the superstructures? Most importantly, what is the purpose of the association?"

"There is no structure, no plan, and the only members are you and me."

Maireddin spread his hands and said helplessly:
"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but this organization is currently isolated, and I don't plan to recruit many people to join it. The story of Twilight tells us that when doing big things, having more people is not a good thing, especially when each member has his own purpose. It will only make things worse.

As for the purpose.

The short-term goal is to kill Steiner, vent my anger, and permanently end the millennium of pain that the Secret Department has brought to the world.

The mid-term goal is to enter the heart of the world, drink the gift of the Creator in the Pool of Truth, and ascend to become a god.

The ultimate goal is to step into the Sunless Sea and find the sunken Sentinel flagship Omega. That flagship was once the Creator's flagship. Through Steiner's memory, I can be sure that the ultimate secret left by the Creator is on that ship!

A secret that can calm the waves of the Sunless Sea forever, a secret that can destroy the forces of Chaos at the root, a secret that can allow us to harness the essence of the Warp.

Well, I'm not really interested in the lofty ideal of becoming the foundation of the universe, but the light in your eyes shows that you have decided to join this adventure."

"Yes, I am very interested. My conspiratorial heart is already cheering."

Widiya said:

"But before you join, I have one last question. Excuse me, sir, why do you do this? Is it just to avenge Steiner who took away and destroyed your life? Or do you want to be a hero and completely end the hidden dangers of the warp?"

"Is this answer important?"

Maireddin asked, and Weidia nodded and said seriously:

"Very important. The last guy who claimed to me that he wanted to obtain the secrets of the gods personally pushed me into the cage of the old gods. It was probably because I didn't ask this question that I was trapped for 1,100 years.

Ah, the painful and tragic past was enough to teach me to be more cautious when facing the same alliance request.

So, answer me, Myreddin!
Tell me your reasons.”

“It’s both.”

Mereddin replied:

"But perhaps it is more due to the curiosity of psychics, just like when I was driven by curiosity and was possessed by the residual soul of the chief monk, which led to my tragedy. I thought I could learn from the lesson, but the facts proved that I still could not resist the drive of curiosity.

I want to see the origin of the subspace. I want to see the starting point where the Creator set foot in this universe and the end point where He disappeared.

If possible, I want to see the world outside this universe.
Do you know?

When a fish learns to pursue its curiosity, it is no longer content to stay in the safety of its tank."

"Okay! One weird answer, one true answer, I follow it."

Widiya stretched out his paw and said to Mereddin:
"I have joined the New Twilight. I will go to the Abyss City to call on my foolish descendants. You go and get the new members. I am curious, who are you going to choose to be the third person?"

"A person who has been hurt by the Creator."

Mereddin said softly:

"An old friend, I don't even need it to join us, I just want to help when necessary. At this point, I can't help but ask you a question, sir. I heard that the King of Ten Thousand Curses knows everything in the world, so can you tell me?
Do creatures like mind flayers have souls?"

(End of this chapter)