All the mysterious unknown signals fluctuate in the invisible realm. No one knows how far it has crossed, nor what significance it carries. The faint ripples it aroused in the ubiquitous magic field are so small that the most powerful and keenest magic masters cannot perceive the traces it left in the atmosphere. However, through the acceptance and amplification of the higher-sensitivity crystal array, this faint fluctuation that humans cannot perceive gradually becomes clear in the system of the Solin Hub, and after filtering and strengthening again and again, it becomes a clear and powerful "sound".

Bud and his colleagues have been chasing the voice for a long time, and long before they set up this special monitoring department, scholars who laid the foundation for the Magic Net Hub tracked it for a longer time.

"The signal density seems to be rising compared to before..." The colleague beside him muttered to himself - what Bud heard has now been shared with everyone in the room, "These oscillations seem to be very dense..."

"This hasn't happened before..." Bud frowned, "Aren't these signals constant?"

"Who knows?" the colleague shook his head and looked at the holographic projection in the center of the room. "Wait, the picture seems to have been transformed."

Almost everyone's attention fell on the sky above the large magic network terminal in the monitoring center. On the projected holographic picture, some lines are emerging and quickly connected to patterns. This comes from Ms. Belltila's decoding technology has now been widely used in the eighteen monitoring stations in the empire, from the cold North Port to the imperial capital in the southern border, from the Paramel Observatory to the main hub of Shilin City, no matter which monitoring station receives the signal, it will be decoded and processed through this special "dot matrix drawing" and transformed into a plane pattern that seems to have some meaning.

Although Bard and his colleagues (including colleagues living in various parts of the empire) have not gained much, they have successfully captured signals several times and drawn more than ten simple "decoded graphics".

They are all the most basic geometric patterns, and the contents are similar every time. There is no profound mystery in the simple dots and lines, and even children can easily draw them on paper - no one knows why these mysterious signals use such a complex method to convey some simple geometric figures, and Bard's colleagues gave them a very appropriate name: "Baby Doodle".

"Today's 'naughty boy' seems to be very stable..." The picture in the holographic projection is still continuing, and several geometric patterns have been clearly presented. The colleague beside him muttered softly, "To the present transmission, there is no obvious sign of interruption or attenuation of the signal strength... Is it because we have replaced the new main antenna crystal panel?"

"It's very likely," another monitor said casually while paying attention to the parameters of the equipment. "The raw materials for these antenna crystal panels are from the Agule Tribe. The crystal ore and raw crystal dust produced by the ancestors are much better than those of the Huishan Mine."

"Crystal ore of the Ancestor Peak? No wonder-I remember that the crystal ore from the Ancestor Peak before the trade line was opened, which were top-notch spell casting materials, something that ordinary mages could not buy..."

The colleagues beside him were whispering about international trade, crystal mines, spellcasters and market changes, but everyone's attention was still focused on the lines that were constantly refreshing. Bard looked at the things presented on the holographic projection with all his attention. He had seen those extremely regular squares, triangles, circles and hexagons. In previous monitoring records, this was the limit of the amount of information recorded by the working group-

But the transmission of signals continues, and more patterns are constantly being depicted.

When a spiral curve that continued to spread outward appeared on the picture, the room became very quiet, and everyone stopped meaningless conversations, and more than a dozen eyes stared at the picture.

When a group of dots arranged in a specific grouping appeared on the screen, Bud heard someone around him whispering to break the silence: "We'd better... report this matter immediately."

...

The ubiquitous wood fragrance drifted into Belsetia's nostrils, and this refreshing and pleasant atmosphere made the Silver Queen unable to help but relax.

After arranging Elaine to rest elsewhere, she, along with Gao Wen and Belltila, stepped into a hall inside the giant tree canopy area.

Here, there are elegantly grown branches supporting the dome made up of green leaves overlapping. The light-colored wooden columns fit against nearby walls like slightly curved skeletons. Flower vines are wrapped around the beams of the pillars and the roof. Glowing mycelium or vines hang down from it, bringing bright but not dazzling light, further sootheing the spirit of every visitor stepping into it.

"This is my living room," Belltila moved forward surrounded by a cluster of vines. "General Margarita suggested that I open a place that can be used to treat guests normally, without having to take people to deep biochemical laboratories or biomass factories every time - although I still insist that the split pools and biomass cavity I designed myself are quite cute."

But Belsetia didn't care what the other party was saying in the second half. She just looked at the place in surprise, which obviously exceeded her initial expectations - she came to a curved open space at the end of the hall and looked at the layers of green leaves in front of her with curiosity: "The leaves here seem to be different from the colors elsewhere?"

"This is my balcony." Beltira said from the side, and as she finished speaking, the layers of leaves suddenly swayed and rose up like a curtain - a wide arc-shaped opening appeared in front of Belticia, and the bright sunlight instantly spread into the hall. In the open field of view, half of the Solin Plain and the quaint and elegant tower of Solin Castle were presented to her.

“Sometimes I would invite General Margarita or someone else to come here to see the scenery, but more often I would test the photosynthesis efficiency of different leaves here, which is one of the best areas for the canopy lighting,” continued Belltila.

"It's so beautiful..." Belsetia came to the edge of the open terrace and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Then she turned to look at Belsetia and finally said what she had always wanted to say, "You have really changed a lot... No, this can hardly be described as 'change'..."

"We all have changed a lot, for good or bad," Belltila looked quietly at the already growing Silver Queen. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, "Is there any portrait of me in the holy ring?"

The Silver Queen nodded: "It's been hanging there."

"Pick it off," said Belltila softly, "a dark priest should not continue to occupy that position."

The Silver Queen looked at Belltila's eyes. She was not surprised at all, but shook her head: "...I guess you would say this, but the Saints Ring has never had a precedent to remove the portrait of a sage - maybe you think you have lost the qualification to attend, but your past achievements have not yet reached the day of being completely denied. For the Silver Elves, seven hundred years are too short."

“That’s not short of time?”

"Let this giant tree wither," said the Silver Queen calmly, "then we can determine where the Saint Belltila's life has gone."

Belltila stared at the Silver Queen for a while before turning her eyes to the distance: "...You elves are really a group of stubborn creatures."

"We are just used to thinking about problems within a larger time span, and if you continue to survive, you will sooner or later understand our way of thinking," Belsetia suddenly chuckled, and then changed the subject. "Compared to this, since we talk about the end of everything, we are trying to confirm with you some questions."

Belltila turned her head and her eyes remained on Gowen and Bellsetia for a moment: "Is it about the church people in the wasteland?"

Gao Wen was a little surprised: "How did you guess?"

Belltila spread her hands: "It has to do with the death of all things, and now it can still make you feel like this headache. I can't think of any other topic."

"It's really related to them," Gao Wen nodded immediately, and then informed the other party in detail about the information he received from Veronica. "Recently we confirmed something that not only were the believers still moving in the wasteland, but they seemed to be digging the residual energy in the deep blue well, even..."

Listening to Gao Wen's story, although Bell Tira's expression did not change much, the aura emitted from her body gradually became solemn. She waved her hands behind her, and the layers of leaves on the outside of the balcony closed again, blocking the too bright sunshine outside. A crack suddenly opened on the floor not far away, and a magic device with a somewhat strange shape rose from it.

It looks like a magic net terminal, but its base is surrounded by many vines, and some extremely fine fibrous substances extend into the gap between the projection crystal and the rune frame. These special structures make the entire magic net terminal look as strange as being parasitized by creatures - but this is not the result of "parasiticism", but Bell Tira herself made improvements to the magic net terminal distributed, which helps her directly control the magic device and even connect her thinking directly with the machine.

The next second, the terminal is activated, and the holographic projection clearly presents the picture outlined in Bell Tira's mind.

A tall creature that seemed to be dry and twisted ancient trees appeared on the picture. Looking closely, the surface of the "ancient tree" had a distorted and weird human face, and something like a tumor and a vascular augmentation covered the branches and yellow leaves of "him". The roots of the ancient tree were winding and squirming on the ground, somewhat similar to the structure of Bell's lower body, but it was even more distorted and more disturbing.

The moment he saw these things, Gao Wen's brows subconsciously frowned: "This is..."

"This is the end-of-life who move inside the wall of grandeur, and in theory... our former compatriots."

"Incredible mutant limb..." Belsetia couldn't help but exclaim, "This seems to be completely out of the scope of human beings! How did they... survive?"

"It is precisely because of this posture that they can survive in a harsh environment as the Gondor wasteland," said Belltila lightly. "This posture is to adapt to the terrible environment in the wasteland. At first it was a physical mutation caused by magic radiation. Then the mutated dark believers took the initiative to adapt to mutation, a process they called "ascent evolution" and finally stabilized into this."

"You mentioned 'theoretical compatriots of the past,'" Gowen noticed the words that Belltila had just used. "It seems that the sect of all things are not so united - and these believers located in the wasteland of Gondor are very different from you 'outsiders'?"

"Until the eve of the completion of the body of the pseudo-god, we believe that the sects were united, but now when we think about it, it was just our wishful thinking," Bellti pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a sarcastic smile. "Brother Gao Wen, I remember I talked to you about the end of the world in the wall - for hundreds of years, they have lived in the horror environment in the wasteland of Gondor that we could not understand, and provided us with first-hand data on the chaos magic energy, sentinel towers, distortions, divine factors, etc. Our cooperation with them has lasted for so long, and has always maintained a "perfect tacit understanding", which directly led us to ignore some things.

"If there were such a group of 'people' who no longer had the human body structure, did not have the social organization of human beings, lived in an environment where human beings could not survive and understand, and handled the relationship with the surrounding environment in a non-human way, and lasted for a full seven centuries - how likely would they be to maintain the essence of 'people'?

"In this case, how likely are they to be able to identify with their human identities and see us 'people' who always live in the safe areas outside the wall as their confidants?"

Belltila said, looking down at his limbs that are no longer human, and shook his head gently: "After becoming this, I confirmed this more: even I need to use the method of creating auxiliary thinking organs to maintain my personality cognition, so those deceased people who have lived in the wasteland of Gondor for many years... They are probably no longer ‘human’ since a long time ago."

"So as I expected, you don't know what those 'compatriots' living in the wasteland are planning," Gowen shook his head. "You think you are carrying out a great plan of salvation, but in fact, for the believers in the wasteland, your plan has nothing to do with them..."
Chapter completed!