This is a secret place. There is only one elevator connected to the outside world. All other communication with the outside world relies on a system called pneumatic pipeline logistics transmission. The pipelines responsible for transportation are spread throughout the broken dome, and documents are stored under pneumatic power.
The capsule travels very fast, and there is always a sense of mystery about this kind of thing. Even the person who stores the capsule has no idea where the document will go.
This is the place where all the documents are finally gathered. In Erweg lost many books during the Hundred Years War, for this reason, in the facilities of the new era, no matter which department is concerned about the preservation of documents, even the purification agency is the same.
Countless pipes fell from the dome, like falling star trails, and finally poured into the pool filled with insulating liquid at your feet. Lights lit up at the bottom of the pool, illuminating the copper pillars one after another, as if they were an ancient myth.
The sacrificial ceremony exudes a magnificent glow.
The man in gray robe stared at those copper pillars with some fascination. Even when the elevator opened again, it didn't attract his attention.
"What are you looking at?"
Arthur walked out of the elevator and said to his old friend.
"Those difference engines."
The man in gray robe pointed at the differential engines that were silent in the insulating liquid. They were grouped together like erected copper pillars, with rubber-wrapped cables interspersed among them, like seaweed surging on the bottom of the sea.
This is also a product of technology, a miraculous thing that came with the advent of the steam age. It can increase the speed of multiplication and improve the accuracy of logarithm tables, convert complex calculations in function tables into differential operations, and replace square operations with simple additions.
Here are just a few of the largest differential engine fleets currently being built on ever-moving pumps for the convenience of mad scientists.
"Actually, I sometimes think about one thing: whether we have gone astray."
After another period of silence, the man in gray robe spoke again.
"Just like steam technology, we have reached a bottleneck. No matter how we improve, we cannot break through that limit... Have we taken the wrong route from the beginning?"
He pondered, staring at those ritual copper pillars. They were the embodiment of technology, but if civilization became extinct, would there be new life that would worship it like a god?
"This is even true for the Difference Engine. The limit we can deal with a thing is to build a bigger one, like the pillars of the furnace, like this Babbage array."
"This is just an escape, not a technological breakthrough. If this continues, we will be like bloated people being strangled by the throat."
Silence, all Arthur has on this issue is silence. The man in front of him is Yin Erweg's technological heart. If he is confused about this, the only one who can give him the answer is that man.
"Didn't you go to the end of the world? Didn't the Keeper of Secrets give you the answer?"
Arthur asked, it was the gray robe man who made the decision in this regard. He didn't even know the location of the end of the world. That thing was a secret in the gray robe man's mind.
"No, he didn't even see me. I almost froze to death on the ice field."
The man in gray robe was a little sad, and then looked at Arthur.
"Compared with these operations against Ende Town, the primary issue is, so why did you agree to this? Let a demon hunter from the Demon Hunting Order take charge. You should know what the secret blood is. That demon hunter is
It is a walking source of pollution, and once it gets out of control, the threat will be extremely great."
"Yes, but I think he can be trusted."
Arthur said calmly.
"But you haven't even met him, Arthur. Do you think you are being guided by some so-called intuition now? That kind of thing can be deceived."
The gray robe man was very dissatisfied with Arthur's behavior.
"I know, so I have enough reasons. Do you still remember the intelligence we have accumulated for six years in the Seven Hills? Our intelligence department finally deciphered the key points. To be honest, all this is more complicated than we imagined.
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"How complicated is it?"
"a lot of."
Arthur's voice seemed to be steely. He looked at the pool of water reflected beautifully by the lights. The differential engine was running rapidly, and the heat generated by friction relied on the insulating fluid to dissipate heat.
"Actually, we made a mistake in judgment at the beginning. For example, the Seven Hills was closed for six years. You should know how small that place is. If you just urinate, there might be a cardinal buried underneath. And Six Hills
Years are enough for them to turn over the entire city."
Arthur sighed.
"In six years, even if we investigate one by one, we can find out everyone's identity."
The man in gray robe looked serious, and he realized something was wrong.
"Our informant was instigated?"
"Pretty much, according to their account, they were exposed in the second year, but the Evangelical Church did not kill them. They only released them recently, and they came back with information."
This is what Arthur is most confused about, he said.
"This is intelligence that the Evangelical Church deliberately gave to us. They want us to know this. We have been cut off from the Evangelical Church for too long, and this is their attempt to reconnect."
"court?"
The man in gray robe smiled disdainfully, "I don't think those magicians would be so kind."
"But this is a fact. We even received a telegram from the Seven Hills a few dozen minutes ago. In the telegram, the new pope expressed his intention to re-establish diplomatic relations and share knowledge about demons. If it is said
If a pope is an iron-fisted ruler, this pope is like a fox, and I don’t know his purpose at all.”
Listening to the information that could shake the structure of the Western world, the man in gray robe nodded slightly, but then he seemed to think of something, as if an ancient monster jumped out from under the huge shadow of the sea. With consternation and fear, he looked at Ya
Se, the cold eyes were full of certainty.
"Wait! You mean the new Pope?"
Already anticipating his old friend's fear, Arthur was willing to repeat it again, his voice carrying a long and heavy tone.
"Yes, the thirty-sixth pope of the Evangelical Church."
"Senelotel."
The old era is gone, and the new era is coming.
…
"It's really a beautiful scenery, isn't it? My father always said that I was very lucky. I was born at the transition of two eras. The solidified old class will be swept into the garbage dump, and everything new is waiting for young people to plunder.
Steam technology, the East, wealth, there are so many worthwhile things in the new era."
Atop the lonely lighthouse, the kestrel faced the hunting sea breeze and overlooked the twisted and ferocious land, speaking as if it were comprehending life.
"You make me feel like a frustrated poet, ready to jump off a building to die."
Eve said unceremoniously, but Kestrel turned his head with a sad face, looked at Eve and said.
"Compared with what happened next, I think it would be easier to jump to your death."
"Oh, instead of dying, why don't you help me? If you want to die, I don't want to!"
Eve said angrily.
The two of them were at the top of the lighthouse, and the bright light exuded a harmonious white color. Perhaps the strange green light also existed because of the dreamer, and now it is gradually dissipating with the death of the dreamer.
But this is not the end of the battle, but the beginning of the decisive battle. After killing the Dream Builder, Eve wakes up the Kestrel. When the two are struggling with their next move, the lower door of the lighthouse is knocked open by the monsters, and they
Like a dense ant colony.
Fortunately, the huge body of the captain, the Dream Builder, fell and blocked a large part of it, which slowed down the influx of demons. Then the two of them emptied everything on the upper floor with all their strength, throwing away everything they could.
He threw it down, held on to the upper door, and then reached the top of the lighthouse.
Here you can directly see the demons rushing from the end of the horizon. Their numbers are countless. With their current weapons, the only thing they can do is to choose how to die.
"Wait a minute Eve, this lamp burns oil!"
As he was talking, Kestrel suddenly discovered something unusual about this lighthouse. With the development of science and technology, most lighthouses have been connected to electricity, but this lighthouse still relies on old-fashioned kerosene for combustion. The complex lens system sinks into the mercury, and then
Scan the darkness with mechanical twists.
Hearing this, Eve's eyes suddenly lit up. As long as there was kerosene, they could hold on for a while longer. That was what Lorenzo told her. Demons are afraid of fire.
"What are you going to do? Break it?"
Eve has not seen any spare kerosene here for so long. Presumably the kerosene in the lamp wick is the last kerosene. But once it is removed, Eve may be able to rely on kerosene to withstand the attacks of the demons for a period of time, but the pressure of darkness will inevitably be in vain.
increase.
"Maybe this is the only way, otherwise they will crawl up sooner or later."
Kestrel said as he looked at the bottom of the tower. The monsters piled up in a shallow layer and tried to climb up the lighthouse. However, due to the spiral staircase inside the lighthouse, it was difficult for them to open the heavy door. There was no need to worry about it for the time being.
"The choice is yours, ma'am."
At this time, Kestrel showed that damn gentlemanly behavior. Maybe people become a little abnormal when they are in desperate situations.
Eve was silent. She could see the pressure on Kestrel. His face was pale. Unlike himself who had secret blood, his willpower was undergoing a huge test.
"Is there no turning point?"
Eve doesn't want to die yet, there are many issues she hasn't figured out yet and she doesn't want to die here.
"I'm afraid there are none."
Kestrel handed over his communicator. The indicator light above was still red. The two of them were on a dark island. Apart from the two of them, there were only the demons below who were waiting for their meal.
Kestrel slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the fragile lens system. As long as the wick was broken, the kerosene would overflow and burn those damn monsters to death. Of course, the place here is so narrow that maybe it wouldn't wait until the wick was broken.
If the demon is burned to death, he and Eve will die in the fire first.
"Are you ready?"
Kestrel asked, this is indeed a difficult decision, they are only a thin line away from death.
Eve didn't reply for a while. She looked at the communicator in her hand, and then closed her eyes. Maybe this was her end, buried here.
"let's start."
She said, but just then the red light turned green, and then a familiar voice came from the noisy current.
"anyone there?"
Eve opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the communicator in her hand.
"Hello!"
The voice sounded again, this was not a fucking hallucination.
Eve was dazed for a moment, and then she screamed.
"Kestrel, don't shoot!"
Kestrel didn't fire. Just a second before he was about to shoot, he heard the familiar and ghostly voice in the communicator. He stared at the communicator in the girl's arms.
"Is it Eve? Where are you?"
Lorenzo's voice sounded, as friendly as your mother waking you up for breakfast.
"It's me! We are on the lighthouse, the direction is... is..."
Eve said anxiously, but then she realized that she couldn't give any directions at all, but then the voice rang through the communicator again.
"Lighthouse? I see you!"
I saw it... how is it possible...
Eve thought so, but then she understood that this dazzling light not only attracted the predators in the dark, but also the people who fought with it. She was a little afraid to think about what would happen if she broke the light. That night
It's so dark that it's impossible to point the way without it.
"Where are you!" Eve yelled, but suddenly she said again, "Don't come close! There are all monsters here and you can't deal with them!"
The demons were as numerous as the sea of sand. They came only to die, but the voice sounded again, calm and calm.
"Twelve o'clock."
"What?"
Eve didn't understand, the voice repeated again.
"Twelve o'clock!"
This time she raised her head and looked into the darkness at the end of her sight. Along with the countdown of the man in the communicator, the roar of steam gradually became clearer.
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
The countdown came, and Eve saw it.
Along with the melodious sound of the whistle, the headlights on the front of the car pierced the darkness. They were made of steel. The heavy carriage detached from the track and moved forward on the earth, setting off dazzling sparks. The whole train rushed like a snake.
It crushed the demons that fell upon it one after another.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Glorious train. I am the conductor of this train, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
The demon hunter stood on the crazily shaking front of the train, slowly opening his hands to embrace the whole world. Blood gushes out from the huge wound in his palms and spreads on the train with the strong wind.
"Be moved! Cheer! Praise!"
A somewhat narcissistic and crazy voice came from the communicator, and he said so.
"This is a great rescue from Mr. Lorenzo Holmes!"
"At 80 kilometers an hour!"
This is a wild spirit that pierces despair, and a peerless awesomeness that makes countless people burst into tears.
Endless blazing white flames erupted from the spilled blood, and the blazing white train slashed down fiercely like a flaming sword guarding the kingdom of heaven.