When the God Container came out of the elevator on the twelfth floor, the director did not follow him out, but followed the elevator downstairs again.
There are no stairs on this top floor, only two elevator doors. They connect the elevators on the eleventh and first floors respectively.
In addition, it doesn't even have a rooftop.
The decoration on the twelfth floor is very similar to that below, both in silver-grey high-tech style.
After getting out of the elevator, the God Container arrived at a perfect hexagonal hall with six black metal columns arranged in a similar hexagon.
There are two long corridors on the left and right sides with no ends at a glance. There are six directions including the elevator room.
The door facing the God's Vessel in front is the three-pronged revolving door that Russell is already very familiar with. It is the same style as the deer head statue and the door on the Tokifat side.
It is not closed, but wide open.
The container of God can be seen from a distance, and Amyrus is looking at something on the left side of the container of God with his hands behind his back.
The old man was wearing a dark purple slim-fitting suit and special pointed shoes that symbolized his status as a director. His pure white curly hair was somewhat sparse and was combed back. By the standards of an old man, he could be called
The straight back makes old Amirus look like an old gentleman who is not angry or proud.
Hearing the sound, he turned back and looked towards the door.
Amirus wears a single gold-rimmed spectacle, and his deep pupils are reminiscent of dark green jade.
"Long time no see, Russell."
After seeing Russell, the old elf smiled slightly and said, "Or should I call you Ultramarine?"
"You can call it whatever you want."
The corners of the God's Vessel's mouth raised slightly.
He spread his hands and replied cheerfully and unceremoniously: "You are my elder, so it doesn't matter if you call me by my real name. But in front of outsiders, I still hope that you will not reveal my personal information..."
"Then let's call you Ultramarine in front of others, and Russell when we are alone."
Amirus smiled gently.
At this moment, the container of God finally walked in and saw what Amyrus was looking at.
It was half a human head floating in the solution.
Judging from the skeleton, it was probably the same cat spirit relative as Russell.
Part of his scalp was completely removed, and several pieces of electrode-like things were tightly attached to the bones. His eyes were also neatly removed, and the two ends were as smooth as pebbles, and they were reminiscent of lollipops.
The device was in his eye socket...as if the prosthetic eye was installed backwards.
His throat was cut neatly and several tubes were connected. They should be artificial internal tubes that supply nutrients and water.
There are four screens below and on the left and right sides of this container. Two at the bottom, one on the left and right... and two input modules.
The above are some strange data that are completely outside the scope of Russell's knowledge, densely updated data, and abstract pictures that are constantly distorted like AI paintings.
...If Russell came to see it in person, he might feel horrified by this.
But the container of God just blinked and asked curiously: "Old man, what is this?"
"Are you referring to this device, this person? Or in general?"
Amirus asked kindly while watching the changing data.
The Vessel of God said casually: "I'm very curious about everything."
"This device...have you ever heard of a brain in a vat?"
"...Are you a perfect person?"
"It's not that simple."
Amilus shook his head: "He was just dreaming, hazy and vague. If we really want to build a virtual world where people can't tell the truth from the false, it's still impossible with current technology.
"Speaking of which, this man and you are still colleagues."
"...Huh? Who is he?"
"Your bodyguard of Director Kamalse. Half a month ago, he and Director Kamalse were attacked together... He was directly swept into a sieve by the fire. Fortunately, his brain was not injured, which can be considered a blessing.
"
The old elf smiled gently and stroked the container holding the computer: "Although psykers are not very valuable these days. He is not a psyker who awakens naturally like you, but is catalyzed.
A psyker... But even so, after being suppressed by the chip for two levels of strength, he could still develop his psychic powers to the peak of the fourth level of red shift, which shows that his blue shift has exceeded the limit of mortals and reached the seventh level.
"If he was not a bodyguard, but an Uncoded Person, he might have crossed the wall of the Zodiac and become a strong man by now.
"It's really lucky to be able to preserve this brain. He was shot by at least six or seven rounds of fire at that time. If his brain was hit by even one shot, it would be completely destroyed. It's a pity that the other bodyguards present at the time were not able to do it for the first time.
After protecting his brain for a while, he was still brain dead.
"Otherwise, it won't be my turn for him to do it myself."
"...were psionic weapons originally made by psykers?"
The God's Vessel looked at it and was a little obsessed for a moment. He couldn't help but sigh softly: "No wonder all psykers can synchronize with any psionic weapon."
"It's not too rigorous. In fact, psychic weapons still have a synchronization rate."
Amirus squinted his eyes, looking as kind as an old man next door.
He turned around and said with a smile: "For example, 'saint beheaded'. It comes from an assassin who tried to kill me, and the person who killed her was your mother. So after I made her beheaded by a saint,
I gave it to your mother as a gift.
"Her demon is called 'Determination to Cut All'. I tried my best to maintain its rare characteristics and gave it the ability to continuously grow longer, regenerate, and become sharper and stronger by sucking 'Determination'. This is what I made
My first psychic weapon, it is also my proud work.
"When it is in your hand, the synchronization rate is obviously much higher than when it is in your mother's hand..."
Amirus glanced at Russell's arms and felt a little regretful: "Didn't you bring it?"
"Do you want to use it?"
"You are different from Alice. You have a prosthetic arm. So I think it would be better to put it directly into your prosthetic hand... You can bring it next time. I will upgrade it for you for free.
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"I also thought about fusing them together, but it has to be in close contact with my skin... Ordinary contact won't work, and I have to hold it with all my strength."
"Oh, you misunderstood. That is the safety lock I set for Alice, otherwise it will easily hurt the user. It also has a blade as a dagger, because for such a weapon, you can only carry one.
That's enough. I added a blade to it so that it can be used on a daily basis. If you say... I can remove both the handle and the blade, so that the weight of the prosthetic hand won't increase too much."
Amyrus said seriously.
The Vessel of God couldn't help but look at him again: "I heard that you are the most pious cardinal of the Cyber Church, and I thought you were a very extreme good person. I didn't expect..."
"Why am I not a kind person? I give you things and provide free after-sales service. Isn't this considered a good person?"
The old man was not angry at all, but responded cheerfully: "Or do you think this production process is a bit cruel? But I have never killed anyone with my own hands?
"I actually thought your reaction would be more violent, or I thought you came over to kill me directly because you heard that I was using psykers to make psychic weapons. I was ready to persuade you with words, but I didn't expect that you would
You accepted it so quickly. I really saw you right at that time...you are indeed the same type of person as me."
"A type of person?"
"Make the best use of everything..."
The old man showed a happy and relaxed smile from the bottom of his heart, invited the vessel of God to sit down, and even took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea: "I don't take the initiative to kill, and I don't take it. But for what others have 'wasted', hold on to the enemy."
Some wealth should be recovered as much as possible and by any means necessary.
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were this kind of person. You have eyes similar to mine... you have a hypocritical but kind, warm but cold heart, and a 'persistence' similar to mine.
"Oh, by the way. You are my hero, but I haven't introduced myself to you yet? This is really inappropriate... Well, this is my fault.
"There is no need to mention the old man's mortal identity. I am an elf whose destiny is 'persistence', Amyrus II. I am one thousand three hundred and eighty-one years old this year, and there is still one year and three years left.
Died after a month of life... He should be the longest-lived elf at present."
Looking at Russell, the old elf's eyes were as gentle as warm jade.
But the words he said unscrupulously involved taboos that should not be understood by mortals: "As an elf before 'Zero Year', I have never had a spiritual relative of my own... I have also felt regretful about this.
