The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Therefore, when arriving in projection mode, some high-level cognition will be retained - however, when the individual dies, it will still lose its life.

Abnormal individual, your narrative is inconsistent and distorts the survival mode and emotional state of high-level life. You are hiding the facts from this machine to form wrong information. This machine refuses to include your narrative in the common sense reference. "

"..."

Kelsey's eyebrows frowned fiercely.

But she had no choice but to wait in the long and increasingly dull night for the doctor's next steps - either to briefly restore the simulated personality, or to be scrapped and sent to the ancient cemetery to be hatched again.

Conversion.

I don't know how long it took, but when the clock struck three times, the doctor returned to normal with a slight gasp. The man bent over and gasped for breath with difficulty. The intense exchange of air made his chest as high as the common puffer fish in Iberia. muster.

Kelsey did not treat him as cold-heartedly as usual. Maomao, who finally understood the truth, looked at the doctor struggling there indifferently, with a surge in his heart.

It turns out that they have never been the same person, nor are they starting over again. Every time they meet is really like seeing each other for the first time...

Feilin Maomao was lying on the chair without any strength, staring blankly at the white fish belly on the horizon, and his thoughts kept lingering.

"Cough, cough! I thought," the doctor finally adjusted his breathing back to normal, panting and said to Kelsey:

"I thought you would rush up to comfort me, but I didn't expect you to be so heartless."

"...Does it make sense to do this?"

A deep voice sounded from the seat.

"Yes, although saying this may not make you happy, at least every body in the previous life trusts you, likes you, and treats you as a true friend. Therefore, in every life, we, these beings who can only imitate, instinctively I am close to you, close to you, and willing to cooperate with you.”

"..." Maomao sighed, "Suddenly I don't know what to do with you. Maybe I should seal you in a coffin while you are sleeping? I won't wake you up until the Tower of Babel can no longer hold on."

"This joke is not easy to make," the doctor smiled. When he saw Kelsey's expression of no joking, the doctor was visibly panicked:

"Hey! That's not it. If you do this, I will really fail the mission!"

"That would be much better than now." Kelsey put away her thoughtful expression and asked:

"What's next? You said you're going back to the ancient cemetery. What are you going to do with Kazdael's visiting group? You are now a simulated personality, which means that there are other high-ranking beings descending on Terra. They have nothing to do with this time. Is there a connection between the visits?”

"This is not a problem. I will leave tomorrow night and go back to the cemetery - Sargon no longer welcomes me, but in Gaul, we found a backup of the cemetery. I remember that you still took Ursa with you. It was excavated by Sri Lanka’s construction team.”

"Yes, it has now been thrown to Chernobog and is being guarded by those deformed Ursus people who have no respect for science and life."

"It seems that you have a sad past related to it?"

"...This has nothing to do with you."

"Okay, okay, I will go to Chernobog and disintegrate myself there. The next time we meet, it will be another brand new existence."

"What about Kazdaele?"

"It's just a matter of extra preparation. If you don't want to reveal all the secrets, just tell them that Chernobog has all the answers, and I'm already sleeping there.

If they are really related to the existing high-level beings, they will definitely go to Ursus. "

Chapter 33 Visitors to the Tower of Babel ([-])

Morning dew lingered in the air, and the moisture condensed into transparent droplets on the iron railings.

Scout and W each took a deep breath of the unusually fresh air after the war, and looked around boredly on the watchtower.

It should not have been observed by veterans like them:

Scout is an elite sniper, and W is a rare genius mercenary who is extremely good at causing chaos and triggering explosions. If these elites who have emerged in the civil war are responsible for even ordinary sentry posts, there must be something wrong with the commander of the Tower of Babel.

But today is an exception.

The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel received a letter from the envoy of Kazdaele's First Empire who was about to visit. The natural disaster messenger followed the traces of the land boat to Rhodes Island and found it. The tower commander clarified the news that would arrive three days later:

There is no cumbersome and complicated etiquette like Gaul, nor is there the arrogance that is rotten in the bones like Letania. The trained Kazdaele messengers tactfully considered the needs of warlords with long battles such as the Tower of Babel who do not use messengers. He responded and finally ended the interaction with an attitude that made the sharps present at the time quite comfortable.

"It's hard to imagine that the forces that defeated Kazdaele with real swords and guns would have such a messenger. Generally speaking, if there is the support of proud soldiers and powerful generals behind them, they will be as high as those nobles of Leitania. I didn't expect that Their people would be so, um, humble.”

After the cocktail party, Sharp described the messenger to ACE while drinking:

"He knew Kazdaele's etiquette and did everything he should do at first, but he overturned the performance less than a minute after seeing the doctor's reaction." The dark-skinned Safra gestured with his fingers in front of ACE:

"It's incredible, but it makes sense. There must be a whole system behind them for training. There are people who collect intelligence, people who guide history, and there are people who correct every move with a whip. They are definitely not newbies there."

After Sharp finished speaking, he took a big sip and lay down on the ground melancholy and smacked his lips. When the messenger saw Sharp, he gave him the gesture of a private meeting between the Sashas, ​​although he had already left the royal court of the Safras. , "Bright Sword" who once fought in Sami was moved by the scene.

The visitor is not good.

Recalling ACE's vivid description, scout sighed.

Arrival above board, delivery above board, narrative above board

The only result was that there was no honest result of the inquiry - now that more than [-]% of Kazdaele's territory was under the control of the Fifth Army, they really did not need to ask whether they would accept it or not.

It is said that the Shadow Demon Legion, which has a close relationship with W, is watching and can invade at any time!

The sniper, whose face was hidden in thick goggles and a dust-proof scarf, glanced w:

It has two long bright red hairs like cockroach whiskers, pointed horns pointing downwards, an arrow-head tail, and a good figure - the rest are just two eyes, a mouth, a nose and two ears.

Such a guy is actually a half-blood that survived the death of the Shadow Demon?

If Askalon hadn't personally provided evidence as a guarantee, the elites at the Tower of Babel wouldn't have believed that W would be the "nightmare of ancient Sakaz", the "King Killer", and the "Hunter in the Shadow Realm" as described by the doctor.

But now that the logos are all excited by the appearance of the forest spirit, their blood is boiling, and they are anxious and annoyed. They can't help but not believe it.

According to time calculation, the arrival of the Kazdel delegation is today.

"What are you looking at?!"

W's angry voice sounded in his ears, and Scout then remembered that because of the news brought back by Askalon, W, who had been almost collapsed after being constantly watched by various eyes these days, had become extremely sensitive to sight.

This is too sensitive...

Looking at W, who was almost hysterical, Scout exhaled helplessly. The warm air spread in the cool morning air, and also dyed a white mist on his sunglasses.

Scout opened his mouth and was about to say something to make W relax, but an irresistible intuition attracted all his attention:

This is the instinctive reaction of a top sniper when faced with an enemy suddenly attacking from behind. Scout knew that there were only two people in the watchtower, he and W, but he still rolled forward like a lazy ass. The cold feeling from behind made him feel like Facing a powerful enemy.

"There's no one behind you, stop hiding."

W glanced at Scout with contempt and mocked in a cold voice.

"No, it's not behind me," Scout denied W's observation and said:

"Many times a sniper will only have an intuition when surrounded by danger. There are too many dangers and too little intuition. In the end, when faced with an extremely dangerous situation, my intuition will remind me with the sharpest fear."

"so?"

W's expression was strangely distorted, making her look ferocious and crazy - but Scout was, after all, the person responsible for guiding her among the elite operators of the Tower of Babel, and he could easily infer from W's expression that this fanatical Highness was the single person who promoted her. What means:

She was just wondering and preparing to attack.

"So... there must be something extremely dangerous approaching us. It may be a siege machine, it may be a natural disaster, or it may... be someone I absolutely cannot defeat at this stage."

Scout stuck his head out of the observation tower and used his binoculars to observe a group of people walking slowly in the distance:

"Inform others that Kazdaele's people are coming."

When W decisively opened the communicator to notify others, Scout, who was constructing the words in his mind, burst into laughter:

When did Babel actually think that another force was Kazdaele Orthodox?

Maybe it was the time when the Fifth Legion rampaged across Kazdare, when the Wendigo formed an organic army, when the elves gathered in groups to perform rituals, and when Spider-Girl returned to the world.

Or maybe... it was when the shadow demons put their blades to the necks of the border lords and asked if they would surrender.

After running through the most likely reports in his mind about Askalon's return and handing in information, and Babel's speculation on the surrender of the border dukes, Scout looked at the team that collectively wore gray cloaks to hide their figures. , solemnly touching the heavy gun in his hand.

There must be a shadow demon there who can easily defeat Askalon!

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Kazdaele's mission did not act arrogantly and forcefully threaten them. It was not far from the Tower of Babel. After guessing that it had entered the observation range of the watchtower, the hooded man at the front of the mission took off his cloak. Wave to the observer with a smile:

With her flat chest, slender waist, black blouse and plain skirt, she was indeed the Kazdaele messenger who visited three days ago as sharp said.

The scout stared at the short-haired messenger with no visible racial characteristics, assessing the threat level of the other party.

Although her chest is very pitiful, the messenger who calls herself "Usha" is indeed a woman. Although her cute face and long fair legs can prove her identity, from time to time there are monsters who are indistinguishable from male to female. Terra, it is more valuable to prove it if you admit it yourself.

Scout took a deep look at Usha, who was approaching and waving. She walked down the watchtower with W, stroking her gun. The hard earth and stone structure was stepped on by combat boots, making hollow footsteps.

Chapter 34 Usha ([-])

"Hello everyone! I am the messenger Usha, leading the envoy here!"

The pretty girl quickly gave way, leaving space for the sullen Lord Kelsey and the black-cloaked envoy.

, decisively approached the Tower of Babel operators and greeted them with a smile.

Sharp subconsciously put his index finger in front of his mouth to tell her not to speak:

The envoy she brought was negotiating face to face with Lord Kelsey. The leader in gray cloak was talking to Kelsey in drowsy social rhetoric. Judging from the increasingly smelly expression of the big green cat, it was always with words. The Lord, who was known for his sharpness, probably didn't take any advantage.

Fortunately, at least there was no fight.

While the new operators cautiously peeked at the peace talks, the veteran operators like sharp and logos let out a long sigh of relief:

It’s not that they are pessimistic, the truth is that Lord Kelsey is really a bit weak in communication. If she is one-tenth as eloquent as a doctor, she will not be inferior to even one-tenth of the doctor!

The feeling of sharp is deeper than that of trump cards such as ACE:

He was the operator who followed Kelsey to negotiate with Rem Billiton. Lord Felin made Sharp's heart stop when he opened his mouth:

"This land is bleeding, and constant demands will eventually lead to retribution. Rem Billiton needs the long-term support of a powerful force, just like the evil dragon that never sleeps next to the treasure."

Sharp didn't want to recall what happened next, but the completely distorted expression on Custer's face when the negotiations started left such a deep impression on him that after all these years, he still remembered that crazy face that turned from green to black. art.

——The operator who followed the doctor when he restarted the negotiations was Big Brother ACE. At that time, sharp, logos, and Stormeye led the mission under the doctor's orders. According to the doctor's words, it was to "add some chips to the chessboard before the negotiations began."

Sharp didn't see how the doctor's eloquence was at the time, but judging from the various gifts received by the ACEs who were with him and the gleeful nonsense he talked after drinking, it was foreseeable that the host and guest would enjoy themselves and the interests would be tied together.

So why didn't the Doctor come to greet the mission?

Watching Lord Kelsey's increasingly stiff welcome ceremony, Sharp felt an ominous premonition growing stronger.

Could it be that Doctor...

"Mr. Sharp, why isn't it a doctor?" Usha asked cautiously in a low voice. The red ribbon on the girl's hair was fluttering in the wind. Her purple eyes looked at the gloomy welcome ceremony with worry:

"Wow... Ms. Kelsey looks so stern and her talk is so profound. Can the mission meeting really go on..."

Sharp resisted the urge to whisper in agreement.

After all, they are the Big Three of the Tower of Babel. Sharp, who is well versed in the essentials of the workplace, still dare not talk about certain things openly. Didn’t you see that the Evil Spirit of Babel only joked about Lord Kelsey’s age at the welcome reception with the elite operators? Do you have to boil water in your mouth to make instant noodles at four in the morning?

If the clean-up team formed by the Lord heard that he was privately promoting Lord Kelsey's dark history to Kazdale's messenger, I'm sure this body with small arms and thin legs would follow the doctor's footsteps!

But there was one sentence that he still couldn't help shouting silently in his heart:

Although Lord Kelsey, you look very handsome when you tell riddles with a cold face, but you look so embarrassed when you are sent out of the country with gifts because of the breakdown of negotiations!

"Well... maybe it's just that Lord Kelsey is not as humorous as the Doctor, but when it comes to big things, Lord Kelsey has always been reliable."

But it was not enough to just leave Usha alone, so Sharp had no choice but to comfort Usha without conscience and using truths that he himself did not believe.

——Even though looking at Lord Kelsey’s face, I already want to throw a cup and scream for the axe-hand to chop the enemy into mincemeat, I sharp still think that the start of this negotiation is simple and neat!

"Eh?! Is that so?" Usha was dumbfounded. Looking at Kelsey who was silent and staring at the leader in gray cloak, she couldn't help but look back at Sharp. The expression on her face was confused and weird at the same time. The ACE next to Sharp couldn't help but snort:

His defense breaking was just the beginning, Logos and Stormeye followed closely behind him. Even though he braced himself and was extremely careful about the Shadow Demon assassin bursting out and hurting people, Scout couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The low laughter disappeared in an instant, and the operators at the Tower of Babel quickly put away their expressions and returned to seriousness. The young messenger Usha dispelled many people's wariness due to her inexperience, and ACE also began to quietly join the backup of both sides. Staff talk:

"Is your name Usha? Kazdare's messenger?"

"Yeah!" Usha smiled back at ACE's kindness, and then started to speak in a low voice:

"I am the courier who recently signed up! After more than two months of training, I am finally able to work on my own!"

Usha waved her fists, as if she wanted to add a little more convincing to her resume, but her thin body and small package refused the job. The girl's actions only made her a little more youthful and naive.

"I heard from Mr. Sharp that Lord Kelsey had a good talk with the envoy. Today is really my lucky day, and I can add something to my resume!"

"Uh..." Sharp smiled with difficulty to cover up his nonsense about deceiving the little girl. ACE couldn't hold it back, and his face that looked like a typical tough guy in a Victoria movie quickly twisted.

"Yes, it should be possible." He comforted Usha with a guilty conscience, and then started to ask other things: