Chapter 1,496 Are There Visitors?

It has been more than an hour since the two experts from the God Realm got into Dingdang's World Tree. Before they went in, they told us that it would only take a short while, but I forgot to ask at the time, this "a short while." Is it calculated according to normal time or according to the time of the gods? As a result, because of the lack of such a question, the people waiting in the temple square felt at a loss: If they calculate according to normal time, then I can be in the square We have to wait for them for a while, but if they want to follow the time of the Gods, then we can go home and sleep at this time. It may not be too late to pick them up in the square after 1800 years when the world is peaceful... …

"It should be done soon, right?" Bingtis looked at the World Tree with an expert's eyes, "The expired logs have been cleared now."

I looked up hard at Dingdang's temple. There was a magnificent rune curtain hanging on the trunk of this towering tree. Those twisted words that were refreshing rapidly were difficult to understand. However, even if I couldn't understand, I could still imagine these runes. What the article lists is probably the ultimate truth of the real world outside. Normally, when Dingdang operates the world management terminal, he basically does all kinds of fool-proof operations: one-click restoration, one-click repair, one-click creation of species, one-click adjustment of the universe expansion coefficient, etc., so I rarely see the World Tree exposed. Such a spectacular aspect, today I saw it for the first time and realized that the World Tree would be so magnificent when it is in normal operation: just sending this live video to mortals is enough to attract a large number of visual kei believers. But the refresh of these runes seems to be endless, magnificent and magnificent, but after looking at it for a long time, it is still relatively monotonous. I feel a little bored, and I can't help turning my head to look at Bingtis: "Speaking of which, we can't fast forward to this paragraph. ?”

Bingtis looked at me like that: "...Do you think Yggdrasil is a player and fast forwards when you say fast forward? Now we are integrating the expired logs and accumulated bugs in the system. Damn it... ...How many discarded texts has Dingdang accumulated?"

I turned around and looked at the little one who was happily flying up and down not far away. She was playing more lively than anyone else: "I feel like she is playing Super Mario on a top-level server, and she is using an incompatible emulator. It is not a waste of resources." He said that he also saved a bunch of broken documents."

"That's basically it, but she's not using a top-level server..." Bingtis looked up at the crown of the World Tree, "The version number of this thing is almost the same age as my concubine. Can you believe it?"

I thought about Bingtis's theoretical age and suddenly shuddered. Dingdang actually dug up some ancient tomb in the God Realm to dig out the seeds of this world tree, right?

Just when I was hesitating whether to go home, take a nap, take care of some official duties, save a few worlds, revive the new empire and wipe out the entire abyss area, and then come to the square to meet the two experts, the runes swimming rapidly on the surface of the World Tree suddenly suddenly It decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the vague sound of wind chimes around me also weakened little by little. The jingle rushed over with a "swish" and flew around my head happily: "Okay, okay, okay." La! Dingdang’s World Tree physical examination is over!”

I pinched the little thing and put it on my head with ease. Then I saw Keltimos and Rivera reappearing in the temple square with two teleportation beams. The expressions on the faces of the two experts in the gods were a little tired. I could see that this fatigue was not physical. , that’s just mental and physical exhaustion...

"I have repaired many complicated world management terminals," Keltimos breathed out, "I have also reinstalled or even rewritten many world management systems with lots of loopholes, but today... I feel like I have seen a new world. The door is open, and there is no end to learning.”

I was startled by the other party's reaction and quickly stepped forward to hold Lao Ke's hand: "Expert. Expert, hold on! There are many beautiful things in this world, you must not go crazy..."

"Don't worry, I just refreshed my outlook on life, and now I'm feeling more excited." Keltimos waved his hand, and then looked at Dingdang with an almost admiring look, and he bowed to my head respectfully ( Remember? My head is like a jingling throne), my words are sincere. "Dingdang, I want to discuss something with you. Can you give me a copy of your world management system?"

"Okay." The little thing nodded happily, "But what do you want this for? Sister Bingtis doesn't even dare to look at that."

"Take it back for research and store it in the database for people to admire." Keltimos nodded vigorously. "With this copy, basically all the Yggdrasil virus samples and bug cases in the archives can be thrown away. We A few backbones have spent hundreds of thousands of years sorting out the data, trying to integrate the most comprehensive and convenient encyclopedia of fault cases, but they have not succeeded so far. I never expected that the samples you have here are so complete... How did this universe persist? today's?"

At this moment, I wanted to hold Lao Ke’s hand with tears in my eyes and tell him: Because you are destined to be lucky!

Dingdang's intelligence might not be able to understand the whole thing, but she seemed to feel that she was going to be of great use, so she nodded happily: "Okay! You can take it, Dingdang is very powerful, right?"

Bingtis whispered from the side: "In a certain way, you are indeed quite powerful."

At this time, Rivera turned to look at the World Tree, which was already operating normally and was in countless times better condition than before, and suddenly patted Keltimos on the shoulder: "Okay, little Timos, I think there is no problem. , you can pack up the tools inside later and prepare to go home."

Keltimos had a slightly embarrassed look on his face: "Mom, how old am I? Can you please stop calling me by my nickname in public?"

At this moment, even Lilina fell directly to the ground. I stared at Keltimos and Rivera dumbfounded. Looking at the appearance of the latter, which was even younger than the former, I felt as if my outlook was stuck with f5. Refreshing desperately: "What did you call her just now?"

"Call me mom," Keltimos nodded indifferently, "This is my mom."

I couldn't help but point at Rivera: "I thought she was your sister!"

Mother Rivera immediately held her face reservedly: "Your Majesty the Emperor, you have thanked me. In fact, I didn't do much to take care of myself..." Then he patted Keltimos on the shoulder, his fierce look revealed: " You bastard, why don’t you hurry up and get to work! No matter how old you are, you are still my son. Why do you agree to call me by your nickname?”

At this moment, I had an unprecedented and profound understanding of the issues of seniority and age among Immortals, and finally I could no longer look directly at the names of the two experts called "Lao Ke" and "Xiao Li" when we first met...

"There should be no problem with the world management system, right?" After Keltimos returned to the temple to pack his tools, Bingtis stepped forward and asked Rivera.

"It depends on what 'no problem' means," it seemed that Rivera also had some ideas. She said profoundly, "If you judge purely by the health of the management system, then this World Tree is simply the most troublesome thing I have ever seen in my life. I almost have to judge from its mountains of errors. There is an artistic sense in the log, but if you are referring to whether this World Tree is related to this collective outage, I have to say that everything is normal. Apart from the mountain of system vulnerabilities, there is no disease in this terminal. "

Bingtis touched his chin: "That means those outage incidents have nothing to do with the terminal itself, right?"

Rivera nodded silently, and at this time Keltimos also packed up his things and returned to the square. The latter said goodbye to us: "The work here has been completed, it's time for us to return to the God Realm."

I quickly greeted: "Hey, why don't you have a meal here before leaving?"

"No," Rivera smiled faintly, "Our volunteer organization has regulations, and there are still several worlds that need to be overhauled in the future. If we don't work quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today."

Bingtis laughed happily: "Ah ha, no matter what problems you encounter in the future, it will definitely not be as complicated as here. You should just train intensively in advance."

The two experts from the God Realm left with their sincere admiration for Dingdang and a valuable bug library (...). But I began to feel uneasy. Bingtis's speculation about the approaching void cataclysm and the information revealed by the two experts were deeply disturbing.

The void cataclysm has always been a relatively distant concept in my mind: even if I knew it would come sooner or later, I even knew that it might not be as far away as I thought. I never felt that this was an imminent problem, but now that such a strange thing suddenly appeared, and Bingtis thought that it might be related to the Void Cataclysm, I suddenly became concerned.

The cataclysm of the void...according to Xiaoxue. It did little harm to the world sheltered by the void creatures, but it changed everything.

There were no fallen apostles after the Void Cataclysm. After the Void Cataclysm, there was the peak period of the abyss outbreak. Xiaoxue was born after the Great Cataclysm of the Void... Everything seems to be divided around that event, but we haven't even figured out the nature of the Great Cataclysm yet.

Now it might be happening, and an unreasonable sense of urgency begins to hit my heart. Sometimes, it's not the exact threat that's disturbing, but the "unknown" that's the source of uneasiness.

"It seems that you are very interested in the Void Cataclysm." Bingtis saw my strange expression, and of course he could guess what I was thinking.

"It's possible that I'm not worried about it," I spread my hands to her, "I'm not ready for such a big thing..."

Bingtis laughed: "Then even if you are given a hundred thousand years to prepare, what can you prepare?"

One sentence from Bingtis completely stopped me: Even if I have a hundred thousand years or even more time to prepare, what should I prepare?

"There's no way to start, right?" Bingtis had that signature unafraid smile on her face, as if even the great cataclysm of the void was not taken into consideration by this female hooligan, "It can come anytime, because No matter when it starts, we are not ready. You know, I am a relatively open-minded person..."

"This is simply a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water." I couldn't help but want to complain a few words, but what Sister Bing said was indeed good: it doesn't matter when the void cataclysm starts, because we are never ready.

Harlan and Shandora seemed to be discussing things on the side. At this time, their conversation came to an end. Harlan walked over and said, "Chen, I may have to leave for a while."

"What are you doing?" I was stunned. Harlan has no relatives or friends now. Shadow City is his only home, and everyone he can talk to is here. Why did he leave?

"Go to the border," Harlan smiled. "Didn't Sandora reset the boundaries between the Empire and the Abyss? There are more than a dozen worlds in the Abyss that have just fallen into the hands of the Empire. This new border is not suitable for normal order. The race lives there, and the geographical location is not suitable for colonization, but it is the environment that the Abyss Independent Group wants. I plan to transform it into a colony for the Abyss Independent Group, so that I don’t have to build a semi-abyssal universe with a special environment. This has been bothering me for months."

"Are the apostles of the abyss collectively moving to the border?" I raised my eyebrows. "The environment in that place is dangerous. You are still next to the fallen apostles. Didn't you go there to find fault? Those are the transition zones. From the beginning, No one plans to live there.”

"For you, it's just dangerous," Harlan laughed. "For us, the environment of that place is not a problem at all. As for being next to the Abyss... it doesn't have much impact. Anyway, the main force of the Abyss Independent Group is The task is to monitor the Abyss Zone, and the border must always be guarded. The right job is given to the right person, and my troops are best suited for this. The Abyss Independent Group is stationed at the border. It will be easier to infiltrate the Abyss Zone by then. "

Harlan's words were reasonable and firm, and when I saw Shandora's face next to me with a look of approval, I naturally had nothing to say. No one needs to be polite on such a big issue of right and wrong. Harlan knows what he should do, just like each of us knows what we should do.

I glanced at Dingdang who was doing the figure eight dance in the air and Lilina who was lying on the ground chatting with weeds. Well, most of us...

"Then when will you set off?" I glanced at Harlan. This calm commander of the empire was once the most dangerous opponent of the new empire, but after he regained consciousness, he has been working hard to help Sandora and I take care of the place in Shadow City. Complex affairs. He usually doesn't show much publicity, and can almost be said to have taken a back seat, but his seriousness and diligence always give people the feeling of a reliable big brother. Now he suddenly said that he would take the Abyss Independent Regiment to the most desolate and dangerous border of the empire to build a new world. I couldn't help but feel a little stunned, and with the void cataclysm still hanging over my head, a depressing feeling spread in my heart.

Harlan smiled: "We'll leave in the afternoon."

"So fast?" I was a little surprised, and then asked without any hope. "Then when will you come back?"

Harlan smiled again: "If you hurry up, tomorrow afternoon. If you can't make it, I'll get up early the day after tomorrow."

Me: "...You've only been away for a day and yet you come to say goodbye to me so solemnly and make trouble for me!"

Harlan scratched his hair confused and said: "You said this, I have to put down a lot of work temporarily when I go on a long trip. Why don't I tell you and Sandora before I leave?"

I:"……"

"Actually, I went over to confirm the situation of those worlds with my own eyes," Harlan was still explaining beside him. "Some of the border worlds you attacked were my former territories... Well, I won't leave these days. I knew there had been some changes, so I went over to see if some of the old facilities were still usable. After all, you didn't blow up everything. I took a quick look and came back. There are a lot of things going on in Shadow City. If I leave at this time, you and Sandora will probably kill me."

I continued: "..."

"Hey, why didn't you speak?"

"I'm exhausted mentally and physically. Tell Sandora..."

When I came back from the Shadow City, I realized one thing: I still can't take the route of being sensitive and hurting, and if the sky falls, it won't kill me. Why should a Void tribe like me be anxious and angry about anything?

After thinking about it like this, I felt happy and relieved. I even filled half a bowl more than usual at lunch. Of course, the reason for the half bowl more may also be related to the fact that I always eat with a bunch of wild jingle bells. I don’t know when. Since then, these little things have learned from Dingdang to eat from other people's bowls, and of course my area is the hardest hit area. Every time they eat, they stand in a circle next to my bowl as agreed... You know we How stressful is it to eat a meal? It's hard to tell if the chopsticks are picking up vegetables or vegetables. These little guys look so much like celery...

Of course, I think I have less worries than the little crow, which is often crowded with a bunch of schizoids, and those figurine crow gods don’t like to eat cooked rice and vegetables. They eat lettuce leaves, Maddie Wen had to put two portions of food in front of her at any time, one to eat by herself and one to feed the children, but Little Crow herself was still a sloppy egg. She basically got confused halfway through eating, so the figures were burned by the hot rice. Chickens and dogs are jumping around, and the little crows are crying with their mouths full of cabbage and raw leeks. By the end of the meal, her place is always as lively as a war.

Those little crows are really unlucky to have such a mother.

After dinner, I ran to the front yard to bask in the sun as usual: in the past, I would rather watch TV and chat online in my free time, but now my living habits have long been changed. Due to well-known reasons, the house It's more lively inside than outside, so rather than dealing with naughty children and those adults who are like beasts in the room, I would rather perform photosynthesis like Lilina in the yard.

Unfold the deck chair on the lawn, put a pot of hot tea and two plates of snacks on the low table at hand. On the other side lies a dark loli with the words "exp+5" constantly popping up on his head. On the other side of the low table lies nine The fox fairy at the end of my life makes me feel as decadent as a landlord or a wealthy man in the old society. The Fox Fairy skillfully used her tail to fumble around on the low table, and quickly rolled up pieces of snacks and put them in her mouth. I joked with her patiently: changing the positions of the snack plates from time to time, and then looking at one The tip of the golden and furry tail flicked on the table. Seeing that Master Fox Fairy has trained her tail to such an extent, I wanted to ask her: Are you growing your hands just so you can wear sleeved clothes?

At this moment, I heard a brake sound outside the courtyard gate.