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Chapter 50 We always have hope
"Clone...hehe, this broken terminal of yours doesn't even want to call my name."

The old man muttered, and as the terminal was activated, the dark room gradually became brighter.

In front of Bourne's eyes are precision alloys that the current residents of the Golden Kingdom have never seen before. Whether it is the floor or the walls, the entire house is cast from airtight silver metal.

Fragments of electric light began to swim through the gaps in the metal wall. The old man's cloudy eyes were lit up by the transparent light curtain suspended in mid-air. He stretched out his hand and skillfully called up a background sleep program.

The core of the Holy Cathedral, the 'Holy Temple', is essentially a control room with an extremely rich technological style...

How blasphemous...how ridiculous...

If the truth is told to the world, I am afraid that even the researchers with weak faith in the Mechanical Institute will have their minds shaken and fall into fear and hesitation.

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——The Holy Spirit who protects the world is just a lie invented by the bishop.

Of course, Byrne never intended to make the truth public.

People have finally lit up the weak candle of civilization in the eternal night. Once they lose their faith and hope, what will be left?

The old man poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth, the light screen in front of him lit up with text, and a cold electronic sound sounded:
'Memory copy authorization completed, program is running. '

Bourne looked towards the left side of the room. The silver wall made of countless metal plates shook, and then a small window opened.

There is a cylindrical container standing in the window. Through the glass window of the container, you can see an old man who looks exactly like Bourne lying inside.

The other clone was soaked in nutrient solution, eyes tightly closed.

The old man stepped forward and found the information transmission chain at one end of the container. Then, Bourne opened his high collar and inserted the sharp pipe into the interface on the back of his head without hesitation.

The archbishop groaned in pain, perhaps because of the excessive pain, and the old man collapsed softly to the ground. He leaned against the wall, tremblingly raised the statue wine bottle, and poured spicy wine into his mouth.

Alcohol may be the only good medicine for the old man that can numb his nerves and relieve his pain at the moment.

'Reading... the host's memory...'

The program that had been in disrepair for many years started running slowly.

Perhaps due to too many uses, the memory copying step has become slow and painful, with intermittent lags and hallucinations occurring during the process.

A hazy light and shadow suddenly flashed before the old man's eyes, and he vaguely saw his former hometown.

The entire planet has been transformed into a golden paradise by people's fantasies. People fabricated mountains and rivers as they pleased. In order to drive away the long night, the sleepless Eldorado even created a golden planet belt, and they hung a golden line in the sky. of rivers.

The ambitious princess built a fleet, ready to conquer the vast starry sky at any time.

Everything is so prosperous and full of hope.

Bourne was holding his ship model, and the young crew member was sitting in front of the maintenance bench, looking a little distressed.

"Bourne, stop fixing your crappy model! Come over and have a drink!"

Someone sent a kind invitation to the young crew members. They raised their glasses and laughed heartily: "Our fleet has successfully launched into the sky. Today is a day worth celebrating!"

"Come right now!" Bourne responded with a smile, but the young man's expression was dazed for a moment. He lowered his head and was surprised to find that his hands were already full of wrinkles.

"No...no..."

Bourne finally realized something and murmured: "You are just a group of undead wandering at the other end of time..."

The scene in front of the old man shook and flickered. The tables and chairs suddenly became old and rotten. The wine glasses in the hands of the withered bones were empty. The celebrating compatriots fell in front of the table. They had already lost their souls to the chaotic time.

"You are all dead! You are all dead a long time ago! You bastards have left me long ago!"

There was strong reluctance and sadness in the old man's eyes, and veins burst out on the back of Bourne's dry hands. He said in a harsh voice: "——I am the only one left..."

The next moment, Bourne was pulled up again.

The old man gasped and turned his head and found that the glass container behind him had been opened.

"Is your mental state okay?" the clone walked out asked.

"It's okay, I can hold on."

Bourne responded, resisting the feeling of weakness and dizziness, and threw out of his mind the hallucinations caused by the memory copying process.

After a while, the old man who regained some energy glanced at 'himself' in front of him:
"Why does 'I' look a little thinner this time..."

"You and I both know that the resources in the city-state have become increasingly scarce."

The clone sighed: "There is not much material left for cloning the body in the ship terminal. It would be better if we could save some bone material."

"Don't break your bones and fall to death outside."

Bourne smiled, took a final sip of strong drink, and threw the bottle over.

"Stop talking nonsense, we don't have much time."

The clone took the wine bottle and took a big sip as well: "Hurry up and get down to business, I'll be waiting."

Bourne nodded, took a deep breath, and came to the light curtain. For some reason, the atmosphere became depressed again.

"How about I die for you?"

The clone holding the wine bottle suddenly asked.Bourne shook his head with firm eyes: "The rules set at the beginning cannot be changed. Once I lose my courage, I am afraid that I will become cowardly and incompetent if I survive."

Archbishop No. [-] turned around, and the old man said his final farewell to the world in an understated manner.

"Take care of little Molly."

"of course."

'The time...observation program...is...(rustling)...' The next moment, a cold electronic synthesized sound sounded in their ears.

Bourne turned around and stared at the changing light curtain.

The old man is in charge of the last technology of the Golden Kingdom. He will use the terminal of the ship to look directly at the pollution of time, and then look for the possibility of continuation of civilization.

This is also the truth behind Archbishop Bern's so-called 'listening to the word of God'.

He will burn his body and only light a weak fire in the dark world.

'The space-time line No. (piercing noise) is being observed, and the consciousness transition program is being run...'

Bourne looked at the picture intently. He stood there in a daze, time split and rejoined, and the old man's arms suddenly appeared.

"What did you see this time?"

the clone asked.

"I repeated the last time observation, but the result was the same as before. Professor Griffith noticed the strangeness of time. The professor who fell into madness attacked the hunter leader Leonard, and they all died that night."

Bishop Byrne's tone already had an accent.

The clone frowned upon hearing this.

"But Leonard did survive. He is staying in the shelter at the moment. According to Pastor Ron, he was saved by that young man Jay with his life."

He asked: "Is there something wrong with the observation technology of the ship terminal?"

"Maybe."

Bourne used his dozens of overlapping fingers to manipulate the light curtain: "Now I plan to lock the perspective on Leonard and observe the possibility of the world from his perspective."

The picture in the light curtain changed again, the pollution of time increased again, and the whole house began to shake violently.

Bishop Bourne's body has become blurry and abominable. Countless limbs overlap on his body wantonly, and layers of flesh and blood are embedded in each other. It looks shocking.

"How is the result?"

The clone asked again.

"A rebellion is about to break out in the city-state council chamber...Leonard will quell the sins and appease the people...This is...the right path...You have to...lead the city-state on this path..."

Archbishop Bourne's words have become overlapping and weird, and he has become a face stealer due to the pollution of time. However, the bishop's strong will still maintains his precarious sanity.

"I remember, old man..."

The clone nodded. He saw that Bourne's fingers were already shaking with uncomfortable afterimages. The Archbishop relied on his last will to enter the final instructions towards the terminal.

Last time observation.

The bloody monster raised its head, its inhuman face looking at the changing screen with its countless pairs of eyes.

But this time, it did not speak immediately. The monster stood quietly on the spot. After a long time, Archbishop Bourne finally uttered a crazy murmur:

"——I saw the real god... He has arrived..."

"What did you say?!"

The clone looked up in shock, only to find that the light curtain had been closed, leaving only an indiscernible flesh and blood monster piled in front of the console.

'warn!warn!The mind of clone No. . . . collapsed!Emergency procedures are being initiated! '

The alarm at the ship's terminal began to sound crazily, and the metal ground under the monster's feet suddenly separated to both sides.

It started to fall downwards.

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The old man knows his destiny.

He will bear the tragic price of spying on time, and then he will be completely integrated with thousands of past crazy selves under the influence of time, becoming the last ashes of civilization.

But only this time, only this time!The old man no longer feels sad.

Because he saw with his own eyes the hope of this world.

It turns out... God really has not given up on us...

The broken monster fell downwards, and one bloody arm after another stretched out from below, pulling the monster toward a darker and darker place.

It looked up and saw that the copy... no, Archbishop Bern, who was leading the world, had already closed the door of the 'Holy Church'.

Bourne turned and left, he will bring the prophecy of the Holy Spirit to the world.

The fire was burning brightly.

　Have I laid the groundwork for Bai Yue’s identity as a god for too long... (dementia face)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)