After wandering aimlessly for nearly an hour in the Shadow City, which was almost turned into a market, I bought a lot of messy gadgets from those weird alien businessmen from God knows which dimension.
Paopao, who had been working intensively all day, finally yawned.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back and rest."
I took the magic crystal flying sword, spell card, pyroxene figure, spirit core master ball from Pao Pao's hand that she had purchased for everyone. Even though I was already yawning, I still stubbornly grabbed the corner of my clothes and refused to go home.
The otaku loli tapped her head lightly and said, "I'll hold these treasures for you. I'll share them with others when I get back."
"I'm not sleepy... I'm not sleepy," Paopao's little mouth opened wide and he yawned again, then he muttered without knowing who he was lying to, "I finally finished my work. If I don't even have time to play for a while, I have to go to bed."
It would be such a pity.”
It’s really the same logic as that of a child. If someone who doesn’t know the inside story hears what the little girl says, they will definitely feel deep pity, right? It’s like the first time I saw this girl’s eyes closed and being “sealed” in the crystal
I was just as deceived as I was in Prism, but now, after knowing this guy’s true nature, I could only give her a helpless smile: “If you didn’t have to open 10 to 20 million accounts all over the world to play games and watch anime every time you work.
If you watch movies and read novels, you won’t be so tired.”
"Huh! That only accounts for a few percent of the functions of this host!" Paopao grinned at me and waved her little arms. The appearance of a violent host was undoubtedly revealed, but soon she couldn't hold back her energy.
I protested, and after my little head rubbed comfortably under the caress of my big hand for a couple of times, this nerd who couldn’t get enough of playing came over and hugged my leg (…tragic height), “Well, I’ll go back.
The nest is resting, so you should go to bed early and don’t attack others at night.”
What a statement that is full of a sense of instantaneity? Bubbles, do you dare to let others see what you are doing with those several terabytes of bandwidth every day? No wonder you always think that Gilgamesh’s English name is galgames!
I breathed a long sigh of relief after sending away the sleepy mother of the child while enduring the complaints in my heart.
Now, there is really no one around me.
How long has it been since it was so quiet?
I looked at the crowds of people around me, but there were no noisy little girls jumping around like usual, and I suddenly felt a little emotional.
Usually I am always surrounded by a group of beauties, big and small, who are constantly in trouble, or a group of imperial officials with no integrity. I have almost become accustomed to the lively atmosphere that is completely inconsistent with my personality of eating and waiting to die.
Now, I suddenly entered the state of wandering alone again, and I felt unexpectedly peaceful.
...and a little boring.
I have to admit, it's more fun to be with a bunch of happy guys than wandering around on the street alone.
However, after a brief spiritual connection and learning that Qian Qian was trying to carry an "infinite stratos" (is) home, I decisively gave up the idea of going to find those girls who were too happy.
Compared with the boredom of shopping alone, I still think it's more terrifying to go to Qianqian and destroy my world view.
Just wander around aimlessly for a while, look at this city that was built and prosperous without you knowing it, look at this place that you have always protected, and look at the places around you that are there for various reasons.
And the people who gathered around him without knowing when seemed to be doing well.
I feel that I must have been a poet in my previous life, always falling into an inexplicable state of being a literati under strange circumstances.
Maybe I don’t like places that are too noisy. When there were no happy people around me, I walked to a quiet place without knowing it. When I looked up and looked around, I realized that I had reached the edge of the assembly venue.
place.
The assembly hall that was extremely lively during the day is now silent. Only a few craftsmen are preparing the decorations for tomorrow's activities in their respective venues. Occasionally, someone who recognizes himself stops what he is doing to bow to me, or pays homage to me.
A certain dark corner suddenly howled: "Long live the emperor!" This whole journey made me startled.
I said, although I know that the undead have very low lighting requirements, considering that there are so many races around that rely on their eyes to see, why can't your Undercity Contractor team light a lamp when working at night?
Because they work tirelessly, have a large number of low-level workers, and have no interest in the ongoing night market in the city, more than half of the craftsmen used by the Azeroth delegation are Forsaken workers. This is also what Azeroth looks like after world peace is achieved.
The new racial pattern gradually formed in the world: humans, representing the most creative pioneers, elves, serving as the best artists and magic scholars in the world, and dwarves, the indispensable forging masters in the Azeroth family.
, the Forsaken, means the most efficient and most useful large labor force. These roles together form the current Azeroth Salvation Army: a brotherly and united army.
Of course, the above paragraph is only used to explain why I was continuously surprised by sixteen undead craftsmen working in the dark within a distance of less than 300 meters.
After passing through this assembly area, I went around to the totem area.
During the day, there were far more tourists gathered here than I expected. The number of macro-world travelers who were interested in the heroic deeds of the empire's vassal civilizations obviously exceeded everyone's imagination. Countless people came to this area lined with monuments.
A place to pay homage to the history of those heroic races fighting against fate. Until now, when the activities in the assembly hall have completely stopped, there are still two or three time travelers standing under those huge holographic projections, looking up at the sections that have solidified into history.
screen.
Stopping, I looked up at the nearest holographic projection. The images it was playing back over and over reminded me of many things. This is one of the monuments of the Koprulu Sector. Now, it is showing a hot start.
Before the arrival, the entire Kprulu intelligent race began a collective massacre. In the projection, the huge missile fleet that obscured the brilliance of the stars passed over their home planet in the tragic afterglow of the doomsday, as if they were startled by the sound of gunfire.
As helpless as a flock of flying birds, the images of Raynor and Zeratul appear alternately in the background of this dim starry sky, truly reproducing the resolute expressions of these two leaders who participated in creating history at that moment, and in the monument
In the surrounding solidified sound field, the announcements that Sandora and I announced at that time that the end of the world was coming were played in a loop.
Immediately afterwards, the screen switched, and the Japanese fleet landed in the desolate new home and began to build its second hometown. The white flood wave generated by the hot start flashed past the top of the projection, representing the destruction of the former hometown in an instant.
The surroundings echoed the famous speech James Raynor gave at that time in the desolate Gobi Desert of the federal capital of New Eden: "We are still alive".
Just like the scenes recorded by every monument, these things have not undergone any form of post-processing. They are completely historical facts recorded by the Xiling apostles or detectives who were present at the time using the recording equipment they carried, but they themselves are already better than
Any post-processed "documentary" is more touching. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw several girls covering their faces and crying in front of a monument: they saw the last thirty-seven knights stationed at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel charging into the sky.
The tragic scene of the demonic army heading towards the tide.
"I feel... I am not qualified to be recorded in these monuments with them."
Suddenly, a soft young female voice came to my ears, with a little emotion and admiration.
I shook my head gently: "Laura, you'd better speak Chinese - if you can't speak English, it's fine."
A certain forever seventeen-year-old girl bishop: "..."
"Don't you think bullying girls is boring?"
I thought about it and then told the truth: "Actually, I have excluded you from the category of girls."
"...Well, it seems that I am indeed not suitable to behave like the people around you." Laura spread her hands, sighed resignedly, and then looked up at the monument of the Koprulu Sector, "This is still me
Facing the history of these heroes for the first time is a completely different feeling from the boring words I once saw in your archives. Although I was involved in some things, but compared with these people who really created the trajectory of the world
, I always feel like I’m really not good enough.”
"Why do you suddenly think of belittling yourself?" I looked curiously at the immortal bishop next to me, who was wearing a pink dress and had long hair that almost reached the ground. I felt that Laura was acting strangely today, "And it seems that you don't either.
Is it your habit to hang out at night?"
"It's just that I was still restless after praying and wanted to come here for a visit, but I didn't expect to meet you." Laura had a mask-like smile on her face, but I knew that this expression on her face was just out of habit, and she didn't expect it.
No malice.
"Honestly, remember to put your name and address when you pray, because God is a fool."
The expression on Laura's face finally changed, and now she looked depressed: "This is really bad. I love you as my Lord, but you are dismissive of it."
"God knows what your real thoughts are, but it seems that you are a little confused now," I showed an understanding smile to the blond "girl" in front of me, "I once thought that you wanted to find guidance for human self-salvation from the Xiling Apostle, or maybe
I want to find someone strong and fair enough to place my long-term pursuit of an absolute existence on. I understood it this way at first, but now you seem to be troubled by something."
Although it has long been known that information projection will have a huge impact on the "plot" and "setting", it is still relatively rare for an individual like Laura to deviate so much from the original work. Coupled with the other party's own high IQ attributes, I have always
I can't quite understand this woman who seems to have a stubborn purpose. Compared with Gilgamesh, a guy who is also completely different from the "original", Lola is really a headache.
The little bubble's exclusive nanny, whose intelligence is below average, can see through it at a glance.
Laura looked at me quietly, with a plain expression on her face that made it impossible to see through her emotions: "You are right, I am just pursuing an answer. Maybe it is the reason why you feel ridiculous, I hope to find the answer to human beings
In the future, a powerful race like the Xiling Apostles, who can already be called gods, is desirable. What your people embody may be the only way that humans can find if they want to continue moving forward, or at least the only way to move forward.
Determine the feasible way out. Maybe you have thought of this: not only me, but also the leaders of every vassal world gathered around the empire have this idea. Everyone is trying to get rid of the existence of the Xiling Apostle who has reached the truth.
We must find the way forward for our own civilization, especially in a world like ours that can only be considered weak."
I was silent for two seconds, with a confused look on my face: "I really didn't expect this."
Laura: "...Can't you just pretend that you've thought of it?"
"Okay, back to the topic just now, why did you suddenly sigh?"
"I just feel that what I have done in my life is not as good as theirs..." Laura said, pointing to the heroic leaders of other worlds on the monuments, "compared to their achievements, it is really insignificant. It's just a personal feeling.
.Similarly, when their own world faced destruction, each of them stood up to fight, and did not flinch even in the face of death. Even if they were defeated in the end, at least they had fought and fought against fate with you. Only we.
——Now think about it, when the end of the world comes, we are still busy with racial infighting. Because of differences in ideas, such a small world is cut into pieces by various forces. When meteorites fall from the sky.
, we will only run away in all directions, completely waiting for the savior to save us. Such a race is really regrettable..."
"Click!"
A hand knife hit the head of the greatest bishop who was in an inexplicable depression. Then the other party and I were stunned for a while.
Damn, I'm used to it.
Suddenly I realized that there was a fundamental difference between this bishop's aunt and the girls under me. I jumped half a meter back and then seriously criticized and educated: "The situation is different. In that situation, you couldn't resist it!"
"So those are just personal feelings," Laura rubbed her head, "I'm not disappointed in my race because of a little bit of unsatisfactory performance. It's just that in all the vassal worlds, I represent what I mean.
It turns out to be the weakest force. Compared with other worlds, it’s like a child, so it’s just a little depressing.”
This is true, not to mention compared to interstellar civilizations like the New Eden Federation and the Civilized Community, or compared to magical civilizations like the world of Azeroth that can use arcane magic to explore other planets, the magic ban represented by Laura now
The magic side of the world is also a bit weak.
This discovery that suddenly came to mind made me couldn't help but think about it. It seems that... the current vassal forces of the empire are still a bit unsatisfactory, but... how should we make up for this shortcoming?
Activities like the Carnival may play a role in allowing all worlds to exchange their knowledge and advanced power theories, and may enhance the strength of some weak civilizations, but this may not be enough.
Laura saw the thoughtful look on my face, as if some of her goals had been achieved, and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Then I won't disturb your thinking."
"Well," I nodded, and then stopped her before she turned around and left, "Laura, if you have anything to say in the future, please speak directly. You, a bastard who is always scheming with others, please restrain yourself in front of me."
"Um... I'm very sorry..."
After Laura left, I began to think about issues about the current empire's vassal world, such as how to increase their power without interfering with its normal development. The fox woman may have met me here by chance, but her...
But the words must have some purpose, such as seeking some benefits for one's own world.
This is not surprising. There are more and more vassal worlds of the Empire. Countless races are participating in the battle against various world-threatening forces as servants of the Empire, and they have also received tangible benefits in the process.
The benefit is the support from a civilization that has reached its peak. For an intelligent civilization that takes development and progress as its first goal, this kind of guidance that can save them hundreds of thousands of years of detours is an unimaginable benefit, but the empire
After all, there is more than one vassal world, so who can get more attention is a question.
Races that are powerful and good at fighting will naturally make great achievements on the battlefield as their greatest capital. But the world that is relatively backward and weak will have to find other ways. Laura's words today obviously want to remind me of something.
Thing: Don’t neglect those weak “children”.
It may be due to our location. Neither Sandora nor I have paid much attention to this, but Laura has realized that if the power of the forbidden world that she represents continues like this, sooner or later, they will be in this land.
The world stage built by the empire made a sad exit: Compared with magical civilizations that often have hundreds of thousands of years of history or interstellar civilizations that have colonized the universe for a long time, a civilization that has not even left the earth and has survived for thousands of years is really
No more stamina.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted my thinking.
Noticing that the footsteps were coming towards me, I raised my head in confusion, only to see a silver-haired girl looking at me with a smile.
"Sylvia?"
I greeted the other party a little unexpectedly, "Why are you still hanging out at this time?"
In my impression, Sylvia is a good baby who closes the shop at ten o'clock and goes to bed on time. Is this girl lost again?
"I'm just curious. Such an event has never been held in the Empire in my memory. I didn't expect it to be quite interesting."
The silver-haired girl in front of me looked into my eyes with a quiet smile and said.
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