Chapter 284 The Secret Meeting of the End of All Things

Bertiera, the female dean of the Society for the End of All Things, sat in her seat and looked at the black-robed people around her with interest. Her frivolous and relaxed attitude was stimulating every dean at the scene. Nerve, but no one came forward to accuse her of her words and deeds.

Although everyone here is the "master" of the church, the same rank does not mean the same identity. Everyone who has become a high-level member of the Society for the End of All Things knows that this woman named Bertila is in the church. With a special status and... meaning, no one knows what this woman was before she became the headmaster of the Society for the End of All Things, and no one knows her real surname and origin, but everyone knows one thing, that is Bertila has a direct connection with the Supreme Leader of the Society for the End of All Things, the "Grand Master". When the Grand Master enters a state of slumber, Bertila is the only person who can talk to him, wake him up or convey his will.

With this particularity alone, Bertila is enough to have some privileges here.

"Gentlemen, ah, and ladies." Bertila said unhurriedly, and glanced at the two women in the black robe. They were not only the rare female deans on the scene, but also had With distinctive elf characteristics, the two fallen elf druids nodded slightly after noticing Bertila's gaze, and returned their greetings.

"The Grand Master is still sleeping, and the loss caused by synchronizing with the 'false god's body' in advance will take time to recover, so I will listen to your opinions instead of the Grand Master," Bertila leaned on the chair, and she A large number of roots and tentacles on the lower body extended and grew with a chilling, rubbing sound, slowly piercing into the ground like plunging into the ground to absorb nutrients. She squinted her eyes in the process, and there was joy in her voice. , "So, who is in charge of monitoring the wasteland during this time?"

"It's me," said a thin man with a stern face like steel, "I'm in charge of monitoring."

"Master Heaton, fortunately, he is finally a capable person," Bertila said happily, "So did you expect those aberrations to suddenly run out and attack the border of the Typhons?"

"It was an accident," said the fallen druid known as Priest Heaton with a blank face, "the movements of those lesser aberrations were irregular, and the changes of the Great Wall were unpredictable, even if the silver No empire can monitor the entire barrier 100%..."

"All right,

Master Heaton, you're not very good at making excuses," Bertila interrupted Heaton, "It's true that we can't control the entire magnificent wall, but we can control other things... those monsters were originally sent to attack Cecil got it, right? "

After a brief silence and confrontation, Heaton finally spoke: "Cecil Land is a threat."

Bertila interrupted him unceremoniously: "But I reminded you that this is not the time to deal with the resurrected one! We are attracting attention, and we have exposed enough to the world!"

"So we didn't do it ourselves, Cecil led the Gondor Wasteland - let it be destroyed by the monsters in the Gondor Wasteland logically and will not arouse anyone's suspicion."

"But those monsters came to Typhon's frontier, Shee-don Master," said Bertila, almost word for word, "while letting our companions drive those monsters to the rift in the Dark Mountains. , have you ever thought that those mindless monsters will get lost at the foot of the mountain, and then split half to wander under the eyes of the Typhons? Have you ever thought that the borders of Ansu and Typhon are attacked by monsters at the same time, and they will be attacked by two What effect has the situation in the country had on you? Have you thought about what will happen to you after doing all this? My dear Heidon Dean—"

"I will go to the abyss of flesh and blood to be judged by the Grand Master," Heaton looked at Bertila blankly, and said lightly after the other party finished speaking, "It's my fault, but I still don't Change my opinion - Cecil Land is a threat, the Duke who died and resurrected is a threat, he is not just building a pioneering land..."

"Of course he's a threat!" Bertila raised her voice suddenly, "Do you think only you can see that?"

Heaton finally felt a little stunned. He stared into Bertila's eyes and asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

"He's a threat, but so what? Isn't Gondor Wasteland a threat? Isn't the Aberration a threat? Are we still using such a threat?" Bertila said, his eyes swept over everyone, Obviously, her words were not just for Heaton, but for everyone on the scene. "Threats don't have to be eradicated. A properly used threat is a sharp sword."

The two elf female priests sitting opposite Bertila said at the same time: "What is the use value of Gawain Cecil?"

"It's a war machine, he's building a kind of war machine," Bertila's eyes showed a chill, "Although we don't have very clear information, and we still can't understand what his thinking is, there is one point. There is no doubt about it—the Cecil Territory can grow up in a short period of time, and grow into a bone grinder that can produce countless flesh and blood corpses..."

The fallen druids exchanged glances. Those who can sit here are not fools. They have already vaguely guessed Bertila - or the "Grand Master" standing behind Bertila. true intentions.

"The change in the situation between Ansu and Typhon is indeed an accident, but it doesn't matter, we have a lot of alternatives," Bertila smiled, "Although the Grand Master is sleeping, his wise mind has already helped us Deduced the next action - war, which will always explode no matter what."

Afterwards, Bertila stood up slowly, and the roots of her lower body slowly retracted: "Leerna, Ferna, the Grand Master ordered you to activate the alternative plan in Typhon."

The two elven matrons smiled at the same time: "We like the alternative."

"Master Clement, the Grand Master ordered you to start the arrangement in Ansu. Remember, don't disturb the she-wolf of the Wilder family in the north."

A man who hid his face in a black hood stood up and bowed slightly: "Follow the will of the Grand Master."

"As for you, Dean Heaton," Bertila finally looked at Heaton who was sitting next to him, but his face did not contain the mockery and irony he had at the beginning, "Although we have alternatives, what you committed Your mistakes can only be described as stupid, the Grand Master is very dissatisfied with your unauthorized actions and blind self-confidence, so you have to go to the abyss of flesh and blood and accept the punishment of sacrifice for three days and three nights.”

Heaton bowed his head slightly, not to Bertila, but to the will of the Grand Master: "I have nothing to say."

Bertila hummed, then said, "But before you accept the punishment, there is still something to do."

Heaton glanced at the woman with an inhuman body, his tone hardly fluctuated: "What's the matter?"

"Prepare the 'Dark Bridge', I want to get in touch with the 'over there' companions."

When Heaton heard this request, he hesitated for a while, and Bertila frowned immediately: "Is the 'Dark Bridge' unavailable?"

"No, the 'Dark Bridge' is available, but the magisters of the Silver Empire have apparently noticed the anomaly recently, and the more frequently they check the channel, the more extra connections they might be making more alert."

"You don't need to worry about this, I have my own way to let those elves relax their vigilance," Bertila said lightly, "According to the information, large mutants appeared in the aberrations that passed through the barrier this time, which has never been reported in previous reports. If someone mentions this matter, the great teacher ordered me to investigate it clearly."

"I see, the dark bridge will be ready in a day. Where are you going to connect from?"

"...Typhon," Bertila said after a brief pondering, "We and the Eternal Sleeper Order have been too active in the west recently, and the lords and nobles there have raised their vigilance."

...

Cecil's collar, in the Rune Research Institute, Carmel stood quietly in his laboratory. In front of him was a large test bench, which was filled with all kinds of magic tools and alchemy tools. , the surface of the test bench is covered with mysterious runes that he personally painted. In the middle of all the runes, on a small tray made of silver, a small black and red bone fragment is scattered with slight smoke and dust, in a state of complete collapse. the final stage of the solution.

Carmel just stared at this skeletal fragment so quietly, not saying a word, not moving, but the devices and tools that still had a trace of magic reaction on the test bench showed that he had just finished a complicated magic experiment. , and the constantly wandering arcane sparks on his body showed that the ancient magus was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

"It turned out to be like this... it turned out to be like this..." Finally, Carmel murmured to break the silence, "It turns out... we did all this... Who?!"

He suddenly sensed a sneaky aura appearing beside him. The ancient magus never imagined that someone could easily lurk so close to him - even if he was a little absent, his perception ability was not enough. It should be so bad!

But just before the arcane lightning appeared beside Carmel, a figure emerged from the air and a familiar voice interrupted his movements at the same time: "Hey, it's me! It's me! What are you doing? Not a word is a biu person..."

"Miss Amber?" Camille hurriedly dissipated the magic energy that had just condensed, and asked casually, "What does biu mean?"

Amber opened his mouth and came: "I don't know, the words that the old zongzi taught me, he said that there are two main ways to release magic, one is rubbed and the other is biu, you are called biu - Rebecca That's rubbing."

"You don't have enough respect for the lord... but you are the lord's guard, so I can only remind you," Carmel's tone was a little serious, but also a little emotional, "The lord does know a lot of unknown knowledge. …”

"God knows whether his knowledge is serious or just used to fool me, he always makes fun of me," Amber waved his hand, "Stop talking about this, old... Gawain said he wanted to discuss technical issues with you... But you are here What are you doing here? Just now I saw you staring at the test stand for a long time."

"I..." Carmel hesitated before speaking, and then a trembling sigh came from his invisible arcane body, "It's nothing, it just so happens that I have something to report to the lord. Let's go. "

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