Chapter 669 Are You Awake?

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, talisman, pyroxene figure, spiritual core master ball from Bubble'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, "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 mouth opened wide and he yawned again, and then he muttered, not 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 a child. If someone who doesn't know the inside story hears what the little girl says, they will definitely feel deep pity, right? Just like the first time I saw this girl with her eyes closed and being "sealed" in a crystal prism, I felt deceived. But now, after knowing this guy's true nature, I can only show her a helpless smile: "If you don't do it every time When I'm working, I have to open 10 to 20 million accounts all over the world to play games, watch anime, movies, read novels and kill Baidu, so I won't be so tired."

"Humph! 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 kind of statement is this that is filled with a sense of instantaneity? Bubbles, do you dare to let others see what you are using your several terabytes of bandwidth for every day? No wonder you guys 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 my inner complaints.

Now, there is really no one around.

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 those girls who were having too much fun now.

Compared with the boredom of shopping alone, I still feel that it is 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, people who recognize themselves stop their work and bow to me, or come 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 Azeroth 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, which means the most efficient and useful large labor force. These various roles together form the current Azeroth Salvation Army: a brotherly and united legion.

Of course, the above paragraph is only used to explain why I was surprised by sixteen undead craftsmen working in the dark in less than three hundred meters.

After passing through this gathering place, 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 place full of 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 travelers here standing under those huge holographic projections, looking up at the sections that have solidified into history. picture.

Stopping, I looked up at the nearest holographic projection. The image 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 star passed over its home planet in the tragic afterglow of the doomsday, as if it was startled by the sound of gunfire. As helpless as a flock of flying birds, the images of Raynor and Zeratul alternately appear in the background of this dim starry sky, truly reproducing the determined expressions of these two leaders who participated in creating history at that moment, and in the monument In the surrounding solid sound field, the announcements made by Sandora and I 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 really can't speak, you can use English."

A certain forever seventeen-year-old girl bishop: "..."

"Don't you think bullying girls is boring?"

I thought about it and 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 texts 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 that I am 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 the habit of wandering out at night?"

"It's just that I was still restless after praying and wanted to come here to have a look, but I didn't expect to meet you." Laura had a mask-like smile on her face, but I knew that her expression was just out of habit and not No malicious intent.

"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 a guy who is strong and fair enough to place my long-term pursuit of an absolute existence. 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 attribute, I have always I can't quite see through 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." The future. A powerful race like the Xiling Apostles that can already be called gods is something that people yearn for. What your people embody may be the only way that humans can find if they want to continue moving forward, at least the only way to be Determine the feasible way out, maybe you have thought of this: not only me, but 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 from other worlds on the monuments, "Compared with 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 never flinched 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 this bishop's aunt was fundamentally different from the girls under me. I quickly 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 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 Community of Civilizations, but also 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 really 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?

Events like the Carnival may play a role in allowing 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 improve their power without interfering with its normal development. The fox woman may have met me here by chance, but her words 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.

(I don’t know why...subscriptions have been weak recently, well, very soft.

The sentence just now is purely an audition. The following is the main topic: I am about to start working overtime, so I can only update in the company in the future. Taking into account the boss’s patrol route, movement speed and movement angular speed, the update time will be relatively slow. Please stay calm. . )