Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

"Think like a human being."

"Then did you do it?"

"I went above and beyond."

[Restart progress 90%...]

"Hmm... My derivative model will be exhibited soon, as an old antique... Hahaha, it's nothing, what should I say? I feel a little bit reluctant to part with my sis, hahaha, what am I talking about?"

"...I won't let you die."

"Death...that's used to describe life, we are just magic props."

"You are no lower than any flesh and blood."

[The restart is successful, the damage log has been saved...]

The unfamiliar memory fragments in the core of thinking are far away, and Charles tried to trace them back but couldn't find them. Who implanted the information for me?What is the purpose?

When the visual information was reinterpreted into meaningful images by the slow-response thinking core, Charles found himself lying on a soft and constantly moving ground, surrounded by a membrane of blood and flesh, as if in the body of some kind of creature.

And above his head hangs a huge heart.

He didn't have time to look around carefully, because he was surrounded by two sweet-looking women who were trying to open his chest cavity with cutting tools.

"Go away!"

His voice generator simulated an angry tone, and he directly punched the two women's heads.

bang——

The heads were not shattered as expected, the faces of the two women were only slightly distorted, and the sound of gold and iron clashing made him realize that the other party was also of the same kind.

The two organmen with the appearance of beautiful human beings silently stayed away from Charles.

He stood up quickly.

Looking at the heart in front of him, Charles found that the old god suzerain had changed a lot. Compared with the last time he came here, his volume had doubled. Not only that, but the sound of the beating heart made him feel the power of his thoughts. Chaos, the severely damaged core of thinking felt greater operating pressure at this moment, and a large amount of meaningless and chaotic information squeezed in, which made Charles instinctively take several steps away from his heart, which stabilized the calculation of the core of thinking.

Charles looked around and found that there were some more guys in cloaks here. They had contacted him before, ambushed and killed the pursuers of the Earl's Mansion, and saved himself.

Including the two women just now, even though they all had a human appearance, he judged that they were all organs based on the identification code left by the Meshko Company.

Has it developed to such a degree in the past few days?

There are seven wardens here alone, and Charles can feel a clear and steady connection with them.

This connection is bound by the contract with the suzerain of the old gods, which means that they have more or less received power from the suzerain.

"I didn't expect you to be able to regain consciousness. Well, it's not in vain to design a scene." There was an ethereal voice in the heart, as if someone was speaking from a distance through a curtain.

Charles's thinking core was severely damaged, and some tone and emotion simulations could no longer be done. At this moment, he could only use the dull preset voice to piece together questioning words

"You just wanted to tear me apart?"

"If you don't wake up, I do intend to do that."

Reasonable, but for some reason, the core of Charles' thinking refused to accept this cold "reasonable".

"Since you have already controlled so many organs, why didn't you come and rescue me sooner?"

There are more pieces of exciting information in the core of Charles' thinking, which makes him feel more aggressive, like...

The same goes for those organic emotions of anger.

It seems that the damage has been greatly affected this time, and it needs to be repaired as soon as possible.

"My dear children, if you organmen want to become my family, the first thing you have to learn is trust and patience. It will not do you any good to question me." The words from the heart reveal the magic power full of majesty.

The officials present all knelt on one knee and made a respectful gesture.

Charles' slow thinking also chose to kneel on one knee after a period of calculation, and made a gesture of obedience.

"I regret, my almighty and all-knowing Lord, I tried to guess your intentions with my own small vision, please forgive me..."

Fortunately, the cache of the memory database was not affected, which allowed him to mobilize flattering tributes.

"Looking at your vain but diligent sacrifices in the past, I forgive your ignorance, but if you want to regain my favor, you need to dedicate to me everything you saw in the Earl's Mansion."

"As you wish..."

……

When Charles told all the information he had learned, he got the favor.

The heart beating bleeding mist, accompanied by the rhythmic rhythm and unknown language, he felt a huge energy pouring into his body, and then something miraculous happened.

His body of steel is rapidly regenerating!

The damaged thinking core under the skin recovered extremely quickly, the mercury that simulated the loss of the spinal cord was quickly replenished, and the fibrous tendon in the right arm also quickly regenerated...

"What kind of magic is this?"

"It's just a simple plastic transformation, transform my divine power into life energy to heal you."

Life energy?

According to his knowledge, warheads are just magic tools. This is not only the mainstream view, but also the self-cognition that all warheads have acquired since leaving the factory.

Life energy actually admits that his body of steel, wood and stone and his body of flesh and blood belong to life as a magic tool!

"I...Could it be that I'm already..." He made a bold guess, and the core of his thinking that had become intact became agitated again, running out many meaningless pieces of information.

"Not counting, you can be recognized by life energy because of my gift, but only when you can obtain a real heart, you organ people can become real life." The heart beat out bewitching words.

And after witnessing such miracles, Charles' logic once again confirmed that only by following the old gods can he achieve his goal!

Again he made a gesture of respect, offering his allegiance.

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Author's Note: (Thanks to Momumu for the monthly pass! Thank you very much!

Thank you for the reward of what is the name, and thank you for the blade delivered by the expired Coke!

thank you very much! )

PS. There are too few recommendation tickets, I want to be filled with recommendation tickets from readers and friends.

Chapter 38

The capital of King Jotun.

As the country of the elves, whether it is the towering silver spire, or various elegant marble buildings, as well as the grassland and flowers perfectly integrated with the city, all of them reflect the delicate and delicate cultural traces of the elves.

The entire city is almost built in a huge garden, so it also established the name of the king's capital - Oran Garden.

Depending on the season, the flowers blooming in the capital are also different. In previous years, the pure white Kiss of Selûne would bloom in late summer. This flower named after the moon god will also emit a faint gleam at night. It was as if shrouded in a haze.

However, this large garden is now facing the worst mass death of plants in history, and it is no longer as gorgeous and beautiful as in previous years.

The factories on the outskirts of the city spit out billowing smoke, and a large number of construction sites sprang up. The tireless government workers efficiently and quickly carried out construction according to the plan.Railroad tracks are constantly laid on the fragile lawn, connecting all directions of the capital. In the future, a transportation network connecting the entire city will be opened here, gradually radiating to surrounding towns and villages...

On a towering silver spire, Alanzel, the national counselor of the Kingdom of Jotun, is taking a short rest.

Unlike the newborns in the world of Seren, he came from the continent of Faerun in the distant Toril world, and he had a typical appearance of a Faerun day elf, with bronze-colored skin, golden eyes, and long copper-colored hair scattered freely.

Although his appearance is only ordinary in the elves, but among the many crooked humanoids, his appearance can be considered handsome.

On Alanzel's desk lay open a report on the progress of the 156 MPs objecting to his bill.

Judging from the report, the counter-protest is likely to succeed.

Apart from the short-sightedness that despises short-lived species even more, Alanzel has no fluctuations in his heart.

It is true that the rapid promotion of organ people will bring a lot of pain, social turmoil, and the people at the bottom can almost predictably fall into life difficulties.

so what?

Those low-level people have low education and backward knowledge and skills. What is the need for this group of foolish people whose quality has not kept up with the times?

It's just a burden.

Those in power must take a long-term view. From the perspective of Alanzel, what he sees is that the low-quality population is quickly eliminated in the fierce competition, and the large amount of social resources saved can not only be used to build the country, but also It can be used in education to improve the overall quality of the new generation of population.

In Alanzel's view, natural selection, survival of the fittest, and aiding those low-quality populations are tantamount to compromising to weakness.

Originally, the House of Lords planned to introduce various welfare assistance policies to help laid-off workers, but Alanzel strongly rejected them. This also led to him being hostile by quite a few nobles, and even scorned as a demon.

Thinking of this, Alanzel sneered, those nobles just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make money, and their titles were quite just.Those hypocrites don't understand his vision of the future at all. In his ideal, the future Jotun Kingdom will undergo earth-shaking changes.

Time-consuming and labor-intensive mechanical labor will be completed by intelligent, tireless, and loyal to the instructions, and a large number of people in the kingdom will get rid of heavy manual labor and devote themselves to their favorite work...

The Kingdom of Jotun will become a real paradise on earth, and he will also be favored by the God of Law for creating a new social form of order, and may even be selected as God's chosen people.

Alanzel put away the report, unwilling to take another look at it. Those hypocritical nobles, who thought they could save something while making money, actually dragged down the development of the kingdom.

The sun elf was not angry at those nobles who disobeyed him. He knew that those nobles had accepted the idea of ​​the Lord of Dawn since they were young, and most of them held this hypocritical hypocrisy even in the secular world.

But it doesn't matter, the lifespan of the ephemeral species is short, and the Church of the God of Law has also received strong support. After a long time, the way of the Church of Dawn will eventually be abandoned, and political enemies will quietly become friends. One day The kingdom of Jotun would become what he wanted it to be.

As for the low-level people who will be sacrificed in the future, Alanzel can only express sympathy, which is a necessary sacrifice.If you don't want to be sacrificed, then honestly improve your competitiveness.

Alanzel got up and walked to the window, looking at the royal capital under the high tower which was under construction, his heart was full of pride and ambition.

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door of the President's Office of the House of Lords. There was only one person in the country who could knock on the door casually without prior notice, but even if he knew who it was, he just quietly looked into the distance and remained motionless.

When the door was knocked a second time, the door opened automatically.

A young man in a luxurious purple court dress came in. He had black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and a look of innocence and melancholy on his thin face, like a child who didn't care about worldly affairs.

"Teacher," the young man bowed respectfully to Alanzel's back, "I want to go for an outing in Cuiyuling in a while, would you like to come with us? There are not many people, just me and Jenny, and a few more Nice gentleman."

Alanzel didn't turn his head, and said with a light smile, "Your Majesty Edrilla, it's good to inform the minister about this kind of matter, why bother to go there in person, this is quite demeaning behavior."

Edrila still maintains a respectful attitude: "I can't be too respectful to the real treasure handed down from the Olein family."

Edrila Olain V, the king of the Kingdom of Jotun, no outsider would have imagined that he, being a king, would respect the national teacher so much.

"I won't go, I don't have a common language with the new generation led by Cuiyu."

Alanzel waved his back to the king to express his refusal, and then asked, "Your Majesty, what do you think of the old minister's proposal to popularize organisers in the agricultural field?"

The king blinked his beautiful blue eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't the teacher ask me a week ago? As long as it is your political opinion, the teacher, it must be good. My king...cough, I fully support it."

Not only was Alanzel not happy when he heard the words, but he showed a look of disappointment. Fortunately, his back is still facing the king.

He said in a calm tone: "I am very honored to have such trust from Your Majesty, but I have to deal with government affairs in the future, I am afraid I will neglect Your Majesty, if Your Majesty is free, you may as well come and try to help with one or two..."

"Ah..." The king broke out in a cold sweat. He has always been disgusted with these things, so he waved his hands quickly, "It would be a waste for me not to help the teacher. Teacher, please go ahead and leave..."

The king left in a hurry, leaving Alanzel sad alone.

III, there are not many wise kings like you before your fall.

Alanzel returned to his desk and began to deal with government affairs, when an application caught his attention.

"The National Expeditionary Team is applying for a new round of exploration funds? Hmm...Let me see, it is planned to re-explore the stag collar ruins within this year. The main direction is to find documents to prove the origin of the organ people..."

Alanzel was lost in thought.

The mechanism technology can be traced back to the earliest colonial times. It was brought to the world of Salem by the colonists on a certain magical ship. However, the more specific origin of the origin may be obtained by being quite erudite, or being as old as the civilization of Salem. Got it.

The technology of the warlocks in the Kingdom of Jotun was once lost, and was later rediscovered and restored in the ruins of the ancient colonists in Buckland.

However, the organoids manufactured according to the technology of the ruins have a completely independent will. If they are not willing, they will refuse to carry out even the orders of the creators.

Over the years, many researchers have tried everything possible to eliminate the free will of wardens, but wardens also have souls, and the difficulty of eradicating their free will is no less than that of other humanoid creatures. In addition to high-level magic spells, It is impossible to annihilate free will and at the same time maintain efficient working ability.

In the end they found a compromise.

After long-term observation, they found that in most of the time of the existence of the organ people, there will be a clear goal as the meaning of existence, and this goal is called - [Mission]

Organizational people with free will often find their missions by themselves, such as protecting allies, completing contracts, or exploring a piece of land, and will devote themselves to their work. Some organization people devote themselves to belief and mysticism to find A higher purpose and a deeper meaning.

Therefore, the man-made mission of indoctrination puts mental shackles on the created wardens.

After decades of technological improvement, the bodies of the wardens have been imbued with many spiritual hints. From the beginning of their manufacture, they have been instilled with cognition, thinking that they are just magic tools to realize their missions, so that they tirelessly pursue the realization of the mission. mission.

In the mainstream public opinion, it is also popular to say that the wardens are just magic tools, and some scholars who try to prove that the wardens are also humanoids are ridiculed and ridiculed.