Tyra, your ancestors are back!

The white-haired Sarkaz girl who got permission immediately made a big fireball and hit the target in the training ground. The roaring explosion was indeed deafening...

"Wow - how did this happen?"

While Alice was observing with great interest the operation of the Originium Art as a person infected with the ore disease, the Sakaz girl who was the subject of observation looked at the undamaged target after the smoke of the explosion dissipated, revealing an incredible... expression.

"Hmm...It's equivalent to the power of smoothbore artillery in the 21st century...It's not bad according to the standards of your era."

Alice, who glanced at the data given at the training ground, nodded and approved of the Sakaz girl's attack.

"So, it's your turn?"

The Archon looked at Li Boli and the Castel girl on the other side... It seemed that he wanted to see how the non-infected Originium Warlock released the spell.

"Uh...we're not as exaggerated as that guy—"

Shrugging, Black Rabbit and Xingji raised the stabbing swords and staffs in their hands, emitting a somewhat dazzling light——

.....

"Hmmm... I roughly understand what your Originium skills are—"

The white-haired consul nodded after watching everyone demonstrate...

"So can you explain what psionic power is?"

Everyone who heard Alice's words immediately gathered around, showing curious expressions.

"Psychic energy... that is a kind of power that comes from the spirit, heart, consciousness—or the sea of ​​souls: virtual realm, and those with talent and strong will can draw almost infinite power from it."

"Tearing an entire army into pieces, even lifting a country's territory from the continental plate and throwing it into space; even annihilating a star can be done, and there are records that can be verified."

"Like...?"

"It's like the gods in countless fairy tales."

The consul on the training ground raised his right hand, and strange ice-blue flames began to jump from the palm wrapped in white exoskeleton armor——

Immediately, a huge blue firebird tore through the dense dark clouds in the distance of the city, sweeping away all the clouds visible to the naked eye——

"The origin stone in your mouth can store this kind of spiritual energy—that is, the external "battery" of the caster, thus saving the energy that the psyker needs to consume a lot of power from the void."

Alice loosened her clenched right hand, and the pure source stone that had been drained of all its energy fell to the ground, shattering like glass, and the crisp sound called everyone's consciousness back from the shock

"And the races of your era seem to be born with a level of psychic potential that can communicate and resonate with these crystals, but they can't really contact the void..."

"This leads to an awkward situation—"

"These ores were not intended for half-baked people from the very beginning...if you insist on using them, it's probably because the ores in your mouth are sick."

"——The energy radiation and impurities contained in the Source Stone that have not been completely volatilized and cannot be volatilized by you will be deposited on your body, absorb the energy naturally emitted by your body, and begin to gradually assimilate your body..."

"This is probably why the untalented infected people in your mouth will release some spells without a teacher when their illness reaches a certain level... There are several batteries built into the body, even if they can't discharge, the leakage will be almost Yes it will..."

"In short, if you can't go up and insist on going up, that's the end."

The consul shook his head in surprise.

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"How could this be... Then my lord, can this disease be cured or completely resolved..."

Having received such an explanation, the Custer girl began to be concerned about whether the forerunner in front of her had the means to cure this disease...

"Wait—I understand! In other words, as long as I continue to use the origin stone spells to consume all the energy in my body, does it mean that this ore disease will be cured?"

Miss V, who gradually understood the message contained in Miss Alice's words, slapped her thigh and came up with a "genius" idea...

"...?"

Seeing the Sarkaz girl with "Come and praise me" written all over her face, even the forerunner's consul didn't hold back for a while, and Alice, whose cheeks twitched, poured a basin of cold water on her expressionlessly. ...

"You seem to have made a mistake...Little guy—the problem is not with the ore crystals on your body, but with your failure to use this kind of energy up to the standard..."

"If I say that my utilization rate of the energy in the origin stone is 100%.... According to the estimation of your spellcasting just now, your utilization rate is only about 60-75%, and the remaining 40-25%, It will change according to the way you cast spells."

"For those of you who use equipment to cast spells, the unusable parts will be diluted in the air, or continue to be stored in the equipment, and some of your energy radiation will increase, but if it is not for extremely high-intensity high-frequency spellcasting, it is not enough cause disease, and with the body's metabolic cycle, it will gradually return to a normal value."

"And you, little guy. If you directly use your body to cast a spell container, and you don't have the talent to truly awaken psionic energy, then your body will basically absorb the remaining 40-25% of the residual energy."

The consul paused and looked at the girl in front of him——

"Although it can consume part of the original energy, the energy loop caused by the spellcasting, especially your simple and brutal spellcasting method... will also increase the spread of the source of infection on your body.

"—Well, let me guess, spellcasters who are Infected in your era usually don't live very long, and usually die faster than Infected who don't use Originium skills, right...? "

"Well... Except for the Sarkaz and other minority races, most races often face this kind of trouble..."

The Sarkaz old man who was listening touched his chin, affirming the guess of the old man in front of him.

"And even if it is Sarkaz, ore disease will shorten our lifespan...It's just that the wars and chaos our family has faced all year round and our own aggressiveness make it difficult to reflect this."

The old man shook his head helplessly, and looked at the consul in front of him with some hope in his tone——

"You have a cure for ore disease, don't you, my lord?"

"Yes, and it's very simple."

The consul did not show any concern and directly gave old man Sakaz a clear reply.

"Great! If it can spread, there won't be so many people suffering from ore disease!"

Before Alice or the old man could say anything, the cheers of the Custer girl interrupted their conversation.

"...Although I appreciate your concern for patients beyond race and borders, doctor, I don't think you can do it."

The consul shook his head, with a slight apology in his eyes. After all, it is not a wonderful thing to give something to the person in front of him and then take it away.

"Oh...why?? Miss Alice, please tell me!"

"Because my method only cures the disease, it cannot remove the root, and only a true psychic can practice it - a psionic master can guide the deposited energy and completely volatilize it, and the remaining impurities can pass through our The era of blood filtration technology sifted out."

"Even damaged organs can be directional cloned and replaced with exactly the same ones."

"However, as you have heard...this kind of treatment is expensive for you, if you don't pay attention to it later, you will still be infected again."

"how so...."

After receiving the answer, Dr. Custer sat on a chair beside her in a daze. She quickly understood the meaning expressed by the forerunner in front of her.

It can be cured, even if it is serious, but I have to do it myself, and I need to use a lot of pioneer technology.

——And even so, there is no cure... Doctors who recalled most of the people who were actually suffering from this disease quickly came to a conclusion--even if they are cured now, their living environment is doomed. will get sick again.

And... the chief doctor must be the mysterious forerunner in front of him—from the title of Supreme Consul, it can be heard that the lady in front of him is a ruler and a leader, not a doctor, no matter how she behaves Approachable, that's not it either.

That's right, there will indeed be lucky ones who get help from this ancient elder, including myself, everyone here may be——

But this is only a minority, expecting the ore disease patients of the whole Terra to be personally helped by this forerunner... that must be my fart.

"So, Alice-sama...is there really no other way?"

The Custer girl looked at the white-haired consul in front of her with a begging gaze, longing for an answer.

"Ah... there are, and there are many, but I think this does not fit your strange and chaotic era..."

"To be honest, children—the difference between the four of you makes me feel a little weird. Are you really from the same era?"

"I can find in the four of you all kinds of characteristics belonging to different eras in our history..."

Alice shook her head and looked at the four people in front of her.

"Seiko's custom-woven clothing is probably considered a good delicate material, with a part of industrial modernization."

The Consul pointed to the clothing on Xing Ji, which was a combination of Colombia's highly developed industrial system and high-end tailors' hand-measured and customized clothing.

"Hand-woven materials, with a little bit of handicraft roughness, have personal favorite embroidery - look at the style and you are not from the same country.

"Um, I'm from Yan Country, and Xingji's words should come from Colombia."

Dr. Custer, named Black Rabbit, was stunned and nodded.

"And you two... I don't think it has anything to do with their countries—"

I took a look at the old man Sarkaz's metal armor, which was probably forged by a miracle, and some of the extremely rough linen cloth...

Oh, and the little guy on the side - the clothes on the Sarkaz girl are quite decent... It just looks a little unfit, and the style seems to be some kind of religious style, but the above The religious symbols are all badly painted over.I don't know which unlucky person she got from...

"You have not completed the "Great Unification" of civilization or even the prototype of a "Union"....And the gap in age and productivity between countries and races is so large that I can't believe it....You are even on the same continent superior."

"As for the other plans I can provide you... completing the "unification" or "union" is only the most basic requirement."

The consul in front of everyone shook his head, almost dragging you too much, I can't move this sentence directly on the face.

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Chapter 12 Kaslana and Sarkaz

"Combining the information from your previous exchanges, I can probably construct the structure of your era..."

Alice, who returned to the living room, looked at the people with different expressions in front of her, and tapped the armrest of the chair rhythmically with her index finger. At this moment, the consul was thinking about what no one knew...

"Countries with huge gaps in time and productivity, and strange chains of discrimination..."

"The natural disasters that bring doom, the migratory people living in mobile cities-and the rich and diverse, all claiming to be human, but most of them are even reproductively isolated races...and the huge differences in racial talents and physical functions. ..."

The consul paused, as if he had thought of something——

"Oh, and the racism and hostility that comes with it."

"The gap between you and them is unbelievably large—let me guess, your country and race were once glorious in a certain era, and perhaps it's just one step away from the unity I'm talking about... ..”

The consul narrowed his purple pupils, and looked at the elderly Sarkaz in front of him, who seemed a little cramped under her gaze.

"My lord, from the bottom of my heart - just from the limited conversations and appearances between us and you, I can deduce the general outline of this era, and what has happened...I am awed by your wisdom... .”

"We haven't even really given you the history of this era..."

The old man instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if acquiescing to the Consul's conjecture.

"You are right, the Sarkaz family was once glorious - the country established by our ancestors once stood on the top of this land, and the Sarkaz with ancient blood still echoes the whispers of that era in their minds. echo."

"Then it was attacked by a group, and you, Sarkaz, are no match for four hands... The glorious and powerful country was attacked by the united nations and all races, and everything in the past was wiped out?"

The Archon took up the old man's words.

"The kingdom of Sarkaz stood on the pinnacle of this land not only once, my lord..."

"But it ends the same every time, boy."

Alice mercilessly interrupted the old Sarkaz's argument.

"Either, you are making the same mistakes every time—or, at the beginning, you did something that they couldn't let go of, and let them destroy you with fear when they saw your signs of rising again."

"Or - your past has both."

“…”

The old man fell silent.

"You are right, my lord."

Under the gaze of the consul, the old man Sarkaz began to tell the memories of the past that remained in the blood of Sarkaz for the young people of the foreign race, the ancients, and the descendants of his own blood.

"The Sarkaz in the past, in a sense, is not much different from the present - we are strong and aggressive, aggressive, and extremely arrogant... because the Sarkaz race is inherently powerful, and Wait..."

"us...?"

Alice, who was listening to the old man telling the history, showed a strange expression...

"Sarkaz is one of the few races among the many races in Terra that can directly pass the partial authority certification of the forerunner relics and has a thriving population."

"So, at that time, Sarkaz claimed to be your only successor and the destined ruler of this land, while the rest of the races were destined to be just enslaved servants."

"....stupid."

The white-haired consul gave her evaluation.

"After our civilization was born, all civilizations on Terra are our successors. There is no difference, let alone high or low."

"Do you think so... If the kings of Sarkaz at that time also thought so, perhaps Terra has already achieved your vision—the so-called union of all tribes and nations."

"Unfortunately, they didn't think so."