The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Although the Evil Spirit of Babel seems to have no further use after the war, few people know what he was doing before he became a terrifying existence that was talked about by both sides in this civil war.

Neurology, Originium, Occultism, Geology... The Doctor’s explorations in many subjects are no less than those of Terra’s top scholars today. In terms of research on the ancient past, he is even higher than Terra’s already. Anyone who knows the existence.

But some needs that are both integrated with the war forced him to end a wonderful learning adventure, pick up plans, prepare knowledge, and look for opportunities to win on an extremely disadvantaged chessboard.

It is indeed an extreme disadvantage.

There is an unnamed filmer who is only mediocre in war and command, but is confident that her skills and talents are far superior to those of the regent - but she does not seem to have considered that Sakaz, who surrendered to the regent, seems to be far superior. For her and her elites, they had to absorb some rotten fish and shrimps when their troops were stretched thin.

There is a certain unnamed film who naturally holds a high profile that is incomprehensible to ordinary people and looks down on the young but begging for help - but she seems not to have noticed that with the changes of the times, because the era of gaining respect for long experience is passing, Rem Billiton's Custer and the newly grown Sakaz don't seem to like her.

There is also a certain unnamed film star who is inexplicably respected by many people for his amazing medical skills and ancient insights, but his strategies are messy. There are always cute children who think that the person who saves them is omniscient and omnipotent, so they respect and trust him, and they can't wait to see him. I could always be by her side, but I never thought how laughable the word omnipotent would be.

There is also...

Okay, okay, this has nothing to do with Kelsey.

The doctor finally refused and put all the problems on an unnamed film - although he had indeed been troubled by her eccentric behavior over the years of working with her, but no matter how arrogant she was, she could cause The consequences are limited, and he can still bring the situation back to normal behind Maomao.

What really makes this war extremely difficult to fight are some stupid but pretentious Sakaz.

There are always Sakaz who regard war as a vanity fair to vent their emotions. They are eager for advancement and glory, so much so that they always forget a famous saying that was said long ago:

"The party that started the war should understand clearly that they decided the start of the war, but the end of the war is no longer theirs."

There are always people on either Theresa's or Teresis' side who are so confused and confident that they can't see the situation clearly. The difference is that the regent who just wants to use these cannon fodder supports this trend of thought, and he will even promote some lucky people. As an example, let the brainless fool hypnotize you even more.

And Theresia gave Sarkaz a choice, so that the rotten person with nothing in his mind could have the opportunity to promote his nonsense theory that was either stupid or bad - so much so that the doctor still remembers that there were fanatical mercenaries. After Theresa’s speech, she tried to take action against the evil spirit of Babel who had just arrived:

These simple-minded idiots seem to be intoxicated in stories like fairy tale books in the past and cannot extricate themselves. They think that the beginning and end of wars, the development and fighting of countries are just a matter of the monarch's words.

Theresia's lack of enthusiasm for war must be due to a cowardly thief slandering her behind her back, and this person must be one of the two people she trusts now.

In view of the ancient and capable Lord Kelsey who was knighted by the late emperor in Sakaz, it is still the Tower of Babel.

The top person in charge of the medical department was closely related to their lives. Even the Lord and no one could say no, so the hooded man who looked weak at first sight came into their sight.

It's hard to describe the fluctuations in the doctor's heart when he said "It's okay, it's okay" when Theresia came to stop everything.

Are you laughing at the fact that they dare to fanatically call for war when they don't even have the courage to stand in front of Theresia or Kelsey to question them, or are you sad for the Sakaz civilians who are coerced by these people's selfish, cowardly, vicious and stupid choices? ?

He couldn't tell himself.

Sakaz's physical fitness is very strong, which means that just a mob can crowd together and gather in the forest. Traces can form an immediate combat power by organizing some easily bewitched crooked melons and split dates into bulk legions.

When the basic quality and tactical literacy of both sides are similar, the advantage of elite operators will be filled by the huge gap in numbers - to make matters worse, Tracys is also one of the six heroes that Sakaz once spread word of mouth, not A fool will react to his strategy and suffer less and less losses on the frontal battlefield.

It is a pity that people with short-sightedness can only see that the evil spirits are making every move on the battlefield and winning thousands of miles away, but they cannot see what the doctor who is forced by the war situation to do anything on the edge of the cliff is doing.

They could only see that they were being sacrificed and Sakaz was bleeding, and they had no courage to give feedback to Theresia or Traces. They were also timid in the face of Lord Kelsey's force value, so they made a fabricated and imagined The image of the evil spirit was hated by both sides of the war.

boom--

A slight knock on the door interrupted the doctor's recollection. The man, who was exhausted by the documents and pain, looked at the clock - unknowingly, he had already approved the documents until one o'clock in the morning, and the time for the night talk agreed with Kelsey had arrived. .

"Please come in."

He invited the green cat who had just had a quarrel with him not long ago. When the latter opened the door and came in, he looked at the clothes of the venerable old Lord Cazdale:

She also worked until early in the morning, with the familiar smell of disinfectant lingering around her body. Her white coat was newly washed and disinfected by the medical department. She wore a green gauze skirt with off-shoulders. Her legs were as beautiful as young bamboo shoots and kept moving with the pace, as always. Wearing a pair of translucent heels that exposed the heel.

"How is your body?"

Kelsey was not as aggressive or mysterious as she was during the afternoon meeting. The lady under the light was frighteningly soft and gentle at the moment. The film beauty looked at the doctor, and the strong and hard temperament during the day miraculously softened:

The relationship between him and her is obviously not a tit-for-tat relationship. The relationship between the doctor and Kelsey is much closer than what the mercenaries of the Tower of Babel had speculated.

Except for Theresa, no one had ever allowed the Lord to speak in such a tone - it was not like an attitude toward a war tool, but like an unconscious warmth and concern for a companion after a long companionship.

It's just that a certain film was not used to expressing emotions, so his tone was still frighteningly cold.

They looked at each other quietly late at night. Kelsey approached the doctor's desk without any reserve. Looking at his concentrated eyes and stiff body, she speculated that the doctor's physical condition was getting worse.

"My maintenance period is coming soon. These 1000 years are over. My mission is coming to an end. The next time we meet, we will be strangers again."

Chapter 31 Visitors at the Tower of Babel ([-])

"Like many years ago?" Kelsey asked.

"It's almost the same, and the changes may be even bigger."

"I have experienced you many times," Kelsey replied: "The second time you woke up you said you were an ordinary college student, useless - this was indeed an accurate and correct evaluation. At that time You didn't even last three years before you died in a conflict.

I don't know why you wanted to stop Sargon's attack, but I respected his choice. As a result, he didn't show any miracles until his death. In the end, I threw you into the ancient cemetery. "

"Yes, it seems that because he died too early, I had to continue to work overtime. Although I and the third life are still not the same person, I believe that our ideas will be very similar."

"That's right. In your third life, you were just as bastard as you are now. You claimed to be a wilderness expert, but in fact you couldn't even handle Origin Stone Bugs. If it weren't for your special physique, even I would have a hard time stopping you from challenging the limits of survival."

"This part of the knowledge is kept in my mind," the doctor patted his head, recalling that difficult time: "What plants can be eaten in the wilderness, what food cannot be eaten, how to save yourself after eating poison, and how to use rough tools Simply deal with the infected organisms - think carefully about whether 'I' can be alive in the third period, it really bothers you."

"Then in the fourth life, you said you were an archaeologist and took me all over Sargon's ancient ruins, knocking over countless traps and Origin Stone creations. However, the best results were only a few. The rotten branches—were snatched away by the immortals.”

"Yes, I failed to fight back in the fourth life. After I was chopped down, you threw me into the ancient cemetery. Then I was reborn as me in the fifth life." The doctor took a pen and wrote on a blank note. A large number of eloquent ancient characters were sketched and rubbed lightly.

"Well, these texts are very old in terms of language and words, but most of the records are about gods, superstitions and stratagems.

They have a certain relationship with Victoria but not deeply. They have nothing to do with Yanwen, and Ursus will not use them.

......"

The doctor thought for a while: "It seems that the immortal who snatched the branch was a Gauls? There is a close grammatical connection between the two."

"No, he went to the predecessor of Gaul - who would have thought that the once prosperous Gaul was just an alliance of several tribes at the beginning? Time has given a lot of meaning to those dead branches. In the legend of Gaul Here, they are also called the evidence of immortality."

"It seems that my revenge in the fifth life went well. Is the Immortal dead?"

"Not dead, but sometimes life is more painful than death. You found his weakness and sealed him into those branches. He was forced to rot and regenerate, and walked towards nothingness in the cycle."

"I have a strong desire for revenge. Judging from my memory... I returned to the ruins near the end of the fifth life?" The doctor folded one corner of the white paper filled with precious ancient texts, lifted it up, and handed it to the office. Kelsey at the table.

Ms. Ferlin calmly opened the edge of the desk, and like magic, pressed several stripes along the edge of the board a few times. The cleverly designed load-bearing chair was placed next to the doctor.

She took the white paper handed over by the doctor, sat down, and used magic to burn this historical record that could drive ancient writing scholars crazy.

"The records after that were pretty much the same," Kelsey said in a low voice, describing this past that only she remembered:

"Your condition is the same as before, two, four, six, eight... these times you are exploring this land like a child who doesn't understand anything, full of innocent fantasies.

Sometimes you say you are a martial arts hero, and sometimes you consider yourself a medical worker - to be honest, at that time you were so confident that you planned to save the world, but you were so depressed and autistic by the physical condition of the Terran people that I still remember it now. very clear. "

"As for the odd number of reincarnations..." Kelsey was silent for a while, "You are all like this, from mechanical weirdness to flesh and blood humans, and finally become inexplicably stiff, and use all your means to return to the ancient ruins."

"Although you have always wanted to imitate Terran humans in odd-numbered times, I can see clearly that you just picked up the temperament and choices of those people in even-numbered times and went on mechanically."

"Then what do you think of us?"

The doctor asked, getting closer and closer to the machine-like smooth voice - he was trying to show an interesting expression, Kelsey thought.

"In the beginning, even though you were very immature and easy to die in even-numbered times, you would grow and change, and you would miss others, take care of others, and care about others."

She tried her best to describe it in language that the doctor could understand. This was gradually summarized from the experience she had faced many times with the doctor.

——They care about Kelsey's answer but don't care. If it is really concise, easy to understand and meaningful, they will keep this conversation as a file and pass it on as knowledge.

If it's nutritious nonsense that requires repeated extraction of thin hidden information, they'll laugh it off and laugh it off, with no trace of the past remaining in the next odd number.

"You are like a ghost in the wilderness. You are definitely not human, but you have to imitate humans. Only in this way can you live in their place, and then end yourself through constant wear and tear."

"Interesting idea, but that's not what I'm asking about,"

The doctor interrupted Kelsey's hesitation and continued to ask:

"What I want to ask is another question. When you see a familiar person forget you again and again, constantly replace you, lose all the past with you, and then he finds you again and wants to communicate with you..."

The man shifted his legs on the seat, crossed his hands to cover his body, and asked blankly:

"What do you think?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" Kelsey frowned.

"A Doctor Who Will Tell You Secrets wants you to share secrets with me."

Kelsey was silent, and her silent thoughts filled the study room like a silver veil. The doctor in the white coat also began to cross his legs like a doctor, letting the colorful thoughts swirl in his mind.

"Occasionally, I feel that it doesn't matter. We will meet again for a thousand years, support each other, pay attention to each other, and finally I will send you to the next reincarnation again."

"Sometimes I get tired of this entanglement. I don't want to see you again. I wish you would be imprisoned in the chosen burial ground forever and never come back, just because the choices you made bring so much harm to the creatures on this earth. The pain is so terrible that from the bottom of my heart I don't want you to even think about it."

"This is very contradictory. Sometimes it is the former and I will be very happy. Sometimes it is the latter and I will think repeatedly in front of your grave whether I should suppress you in hell and never come to the human world."

Kelsey calmly described the doctor's senses, and the complex emotions reverberated in her body, and finally passed through her mouth into the cold late night air:

"Perhaps you don't remember, but no matter the odd or even numbers, you have done things that I cannot forgive. You have destroyed the noble and persecuted the beautiful. You can always mess up everything in the process of pursuit."

"Like now?"

"It's more serious than it is now," Kelsey said. "If you really want to calculate the amount of crime, what you did at the worst time was similar to betraying Theresia or even killing her."

"That's really not good."

"More than just

Not good? "Kelsey glared at the doctor.

"Now I have confessed my secret, just like in ancient times tribe leaders made blood alliances and used curses to ensure cooperation. Where is your secret?"

Chapter 32 Visitors to the Tower of Babel ([-])

"Well, how can I explain this clearly..."

The doctor pondered for a while to organize his words, then leaned back and sat on the backrest to talk:

"You can understand my ecology as the receivers of higher-dimensional beings. They have to come to this continent out of interest or for other reasons. Some people have no body and will eventually become immortal ghosts in the world. , so I appeared here as their carrier.”

Kelsey's lips moved for a while, mumbling something to say, but looking at the doctor's confused and empty tone, she knew that he had once again fallen into his own memories.

"I know what you want to ask," the doctor said, "Who are those high-level beings? Am I one of them? What consequences will death have on me in each life? I will tell you one by one. Only That’s how you get close to knowing everything, isn’t it?”

The evil spirit of Babel made a joke, and Kelsey glared at him sullenly.

"I don't know either. The person who designed me deleted these materials and didn't even allow me to record them. Information about them only exists in the ancient cemetery. Unfortunately, the current world of Terra does not have the conditions to open the data room. "

The doctor murmured the description, and Kelsey couldn't tell for a moment whether he was narrating normally or whether he was resentful of the designer he mentioned. Fortunately, this man quickly gave the answer to the question:

"I, no, Body 4986, am not a human being, nor am I a member of a high-level being. The body has no need for the emotional tendencies of humans and Terrayans, so by simulating the personality and personality of the dead high-level beings remaining inside the body, Terra communicates in a hundred ways.”

"You mean...you're a synth?"

Kelsey's eyebrows were raised twice due to the fact that she was too frightened. The Philinmao stared at the body 4986 that was beginning to lose its human flavor, and lowered its crossed legs.

"The body is a carbon-based biological artificial life form, designed by Dr. ■■ and Dr. ■■■■. It is responsible for providing temporary guidance to high-level beings and providing various types of support based on the opponent's life level."

"Based on the fact that some high-level creatures have lost their flesh, this machine chooses to use flesh and blood as a sacrifice to accept higher-dimensional existence."

"After repeated verification, there is generally only one high-level creature at the same time, and its body shape shows an obvious time distribution pattern, and the ghost and the body are often separated.

Therefore, this machine has simulated personality evolution multiple times to collect information to instill common sense into ghost-like beings.

So far, except for the 00001 mission which has no imitation target, the 00003 and subsequent plan lists all use No. 00002 and other spiritual residues of high-level creatures as models. "

"So you can only remember a part of the past, and this part comes from the...'higher creature' in the previous life?"

Kelsey, like the doctor, turned to look outside the Tower of Babel. At midnight, the moonlight was as beautiful as the dark night.

"Yes, the remaining records of this machine are adventures with the abnormal life named Kelsi. Referring to the high-level life records, you and this machine have carried out many adventures together at the large Castor gathering place called Rembito. Adventure.”

long silence.

"What about those high-level creatures?" she asked.

“When high-level beings come to heaven and become humans and enter the Terran timeline, they will lose their long lifespan that is no different from the end of time compared to Terran creatures and the horizon to observe the entire era. Therefore, when they die, they will be the same as Terran creatures. Human beings lose their lives."

"You are lying to me."

Kelsey was determined. Even though she knew it was useless, she still entered negotiation mode. Her emerald green eyes were fixed on the hood where she couldn't see anything. The divine light blooming in her eyes had a shadow that penetrated the face. The sharpness:

"Your last auxiliary object was not as full of lies as you. She once told me that for them, they could return to Terra at any time instead of dying. They even,"

Kelsey took a deep breath to calm down the unhappiness welling up from deep inside her heart:

"They even treat Terra as a game, and kill other living beings as a so-called mission. Human life is like dust to them. Except for the first few existences, they...!"

"You are also deceiving the organism."

The doctor interrupted Kelsey's increasingly excited accusations with declarative sentences, and explained all the truth clearly in a smooth tone:

"Some high-level beings live in other timelines and have observed some of Terra's information. For some unknown reason, what they see is distorted and will exist in high-level time and space in another mode.