Magnum's expression stiffened.

After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth trembled: "Isn't this a vulgar thing?"

"Yes," Yuri nodded calmly, "and I suddenly felt that it was good."

Magnum: “…”

Finally, what he realized was Semmer standing next to him. The archbishop with a gloomy temperament looked at Magnum who was obviously appearing in the hall in an illusion, and nodded: "So, are you 'surviving' in a state similar to Archbishop Selena?"

"I don't know," Magnan looked down at himself in confusion, and saw Selena standing next to him. "I had entered a state of confusion before. After regaining consciousness, I found myself locked in a space full of light. I still don't know what happened..."

"You performed a brain-server transformation without sufficient preparation, resulting in your soul being completely withdrawn. I collected those fragments," Selena explained briefly, allowing Magnan to quickly grasp the current situation. "At present, like me, you have become a ghost in the Internet. There is no problem in recent years, but then you have to consider finding a 'mental calibration point' in the real world."

Magnan blinked and took a while to digest the fact. Finally, he sighed with a complicated mood: "This is indeed different from what I imagined at the beginning..."

Semmer nodded and looked at Selena: "So, he and his body have completely been completely disconnected and cannot go back?"

"It's true - this is not a simple soul leaving the body, it also involves the breaking and reorganization of the soul and a 'death'. As for now, no technology can restore him under similar circumstances."

Magnum suddenly felt a little crisis from Semler's words and subconsciously asked: "Article of Semler, why are you asking this?"

Semler looked at Magnum and said very seriously and calmly: "The body is useless to you, and I will arrange for someone to burn it for you later."

"Ah?! Wait a moment! Don't burn it!" Magnan was startled, and immediately shouted after reacting, "What if I can still rescue me?"

"We will transfer the headquarters of the sect, including all the brain servants, to perform the transfer. Our manpower and time are limited. You can bring more supplies by transferring less than one body," Semmer said very calmly. He could not see any jokes or pranks. This made Magnan's expression even more distorted. "Anyway, your soul is alive now and your body is no longer used. As for rescue, haven't you heard Archbishop Selena's words just now? This is something that cannot be achieved at present..."

"It's useful! What if there is a breakthrough in technology in the future!" Magnan had a loud voice even in the form of soul, and almost the entire hall heard his shouts, "Anyway, I have to transfer so many bodies. Are you still missing me?"

"Article Semler," Wendy suddenly broke the silence and said on the side, "It's better to respect Archbishop Magnan's opinion. We are indeed not short of this 'expenditure'. And considering the contributions that Archbishop Magnan just made, it is not a good choice for us to abandon his body now."

"I just start from the perspective of efficiency and pragmatism," Semmer said with a straight face, "but what you said makes sense, and I agree."

"Ah, Ms. Wendy, you are truly upright!" Magnan immediately showed a very touched look. "Thank you very much for your help, but I want to correct it. My body should not be considered a body now. Although he has no soul, he will at least have breathing and heartbeat..."

Obviously, no one cared about this detail, and no one responded to Magnum's words. The latter shrugged in embarrassment, and then suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, I just heard some sounds while wandering in that glimmer space, and seemed to mention the idea of ​​chasing the saints and so on...I want to ask if this is talking about me?"

Semmer and Yuri seemed not to hear it, and Wendy turned her gaze without moving. Selena looked quietly at a slightly farther place, as if she was out of the matter from beginning to end.

Magnan blinked and looked around, shrugging and closing his mouth awkwardly and indifferently, and was about to ask again in a few days.

...

Cecil Empire, hours later.

The dawn sun shines into the dormitory, bringing a ray of warmth in late winter. Gao Wen, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief after seeing the familiar ceiling.

He knew that only a short night had passed in the real world, but for him, who had faced the "historical memory" of the upper narrators, it seemed that he had just escaped from thousands of years of history. A sense of time and even era lingered in his heart, which made him take some time to slowly recover. Originally, he should have woken up earlier, but he fell asleep to the present to sort out his memory and mental state.

This sense of peeling may cause worse results for ordinary people, and may even cause irreversible psychological trauma, but fortunately, all this is not a problem for Gao Wen - he has long been familiar with the experience of soaking in the long river of time, and occasionally experiencing it again, it feels like going home.

After the information storm in his mind gradually subsided and various memories returned to their original positions, Gao Wen sat up from the bed and looked around the room.

Amber had not left all night and was sitting on an easy chair nearby. She had already fallen asleep, and her saliva was flowing all over the floor due to her awkward sleeping position.

Tyre was still in the corner of the wall, but her tail was twisted and twisted. Half of her upper body was wrapped in her tail, and her sleeping position was hard to describe in words.

Gao Wen couldn't even reason about how Tyr's tail tip emerged from that big lump...

Perhaps because of the real six senses, Amber woke up quickly after Gao Wen woke up. She suddenly opened her amber eyes. She first glanced at Gao Wen who was sitting on the bed with a little confused look, then quickly wiped the saliva next to her cheek, and stood up: "Ah, are you back? The situation over there has been solved?"

"Solved," Gao Wen stood on the ground, took a deep breath towards the increasingly brilliant sunshine, and then slowly exhaled as if he wanted to expel all the depression and gloom from his body. "No god has come to the world, and after today, everyone can still fall asleep peacefully."

Amber looked at Gao Wen with big eyes, then suddenly laughed: "Oh, I'll just say it, you can definitely get it done."

Gao Wen nodded: "We need to notify others, there are still many things to deal with in the future."

Then he glanced at Tyr in the corner of the wall: "In addition, I have to find a way to wake her up - I have to inform the sirens in the depths of the sea, so I don't have to wait."

"You just think of a way. I'll inform Hedy and Kamair!" Amber ran to the door without saying a word, "They are all waiting for your news, they must have woken up very early..."

Before Gao Wen could say anything else, Amber had already run out of the door like a gust of wind, leaving him and a sleeping squad demon staying in the room.

Obviously Amber knew very well how difficult it was to wake up Tyre who was sleeping. She would rather run all over the central city early in the morning than try to wake Tyre up...

Gao Wen looked at the door in a daze, then turned his head to look at the Siren Miss who seemed to be a little more abstract than before, and shook her head helplessly.

I have tried boiled water anyway, and throwing it through the window may not necessarily work. She will just go home like she will go home. It is probably just a sword to cut it off, and she will just be resurrected and go back to her room to continue sleeping...

After thinking about it, Gao Wen bent down to Tyre's ear (assuming her auditory organs are indeed ears), and muttered in a low voice: "Your little cookie is gone."

Tyr woke up suddenly, his messy tail rolled on the ground, and he lay on the ground in a mess, then yelled while thrusting: "What, who said? I haven't...hey?"

Tyre finally woke up, twisted his upper body and looked at Gao Wen standing aside for 180 degrees. Only then did he notice that the morning had arrived and recalled the reason why he slept here: "You... are back? How is the situation there?"

"It's a pity," Gao Wen shook his head with a smile, "You're going to wait in vain."

Tyre was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning of Gao Wen's words. However, the Siren who lost the little biscuit suddenly laughed and said happily: "Isn't this a good thing?"

Then she supported her upper body, stretched out her long snake tail, slowly arched towards the door, and waved her hands: "Then I'll inform the sisters first, let me know the sisters, and I'll come back early and make up for my sleep..."

Miss Siren left, only Gao Wen was left in the room. The morning glow gradually became brighter and turned into bright sunshine, and it slanted into the room through the wide floor-to-ceiling window. Gao Wen turned around and narrowed his eyes slightly in the face of the brilliance brought by the huge sun.

Cecil is at dawn, but the Orlandal area should be in the morning. If everything goes as planned, the transfer of the Eternal Sleeper should have begun.

Next, Cecil's huge machine will operate in secret. The military intelligence bureau successfully established in Tifen in the past two years will also be launched simultaneously. The railway investment company, the "Trail Plan" informant, and the "Twenty-Five" units will cooperate. With the help of the cover of the recent increased trade orders, Rosetta Augustus will transfer the most core technicians and technical data to Cecil before Rosetta Augustus noticed, and continue to transfer those priests with lower priority in a slower and more secret way within the next year until the transfer is completed or the action is forced to terminate.

Everything has plans. The Military Intelligence Bureau led by Amber and the overseas railway institutions controlled by Hetty have made all preparations for this. Next, it depends on whether the Eternal Midnight can make perfect cooperation.

Hopefully they can perform well enough in the next introductory process... Selena and Megol III are both smart people, and they know what to do.

"Is it a good thing..." Gao Wen narrowed his eyes, looked at the brilliant sunshine shining between the sky and the earth, and muttered to himself softly.

Some stories are over, while others are... but they will continue.

...

Rosetta Augustus came to the highest spire in the Obsidian Palace. He pushed open a gate engraved with many runes, inlaid with gems and magic metals, and walked into the magic laboratory on the top of the tower.

The laboratory is spacious and bright, and the alchemy lab and the arcane lab with inscribed magic circles are neat and clean. Various profound and precious book scrolls are placed in categories on large bookshelf against the wall. Two puppets assembled from rune armor pieces and bronze torso are busy sorting out some debris, with light and silent movements.

Seeing Rosetta enter, the two demon puppets immediately bowed and then returned to work.

Rosetta looked straight into the deep room, a lady with a dignified and steady manner in a lavender robes was coming from there, the current president of the Royal Mage Society of Tifeng, and the chief wizard consultant of Emperor Rosetta, and the legendary wizard Ms. Windsor Mapel.

This magic laboratory located in the Obsidian Palace belongs to her. It is not only one of the places where she works, but also symbolizes her special treatment and identity in the empire as a rare outstanding genius in recent years.

"Salute to you, my Majesty," Windsor Mapel bowed before Rosetta, "What are your instructions?"

Rosetta nodded: "I felt the curse power fading, and that thing calmed down."

The "madness" curse of the Tifeng royal family is a semi-public secret, and the president of the Royal Mage Society of all generations, as the best occultist experts in the empire, would naturally be the direct informant of this secret. For two centuries, these outstanding spellcasters have shouldered the responsibility of analyzing the curse and trying to find a way to deal with it. Although there have not been any significant results to this day, the royal family still maintains their trust in them.

In private occasions, Typhon's royal family often talks directly about the topic of "curse of madness" with Windsor Mapel.

"Subside?" Windsor looked at Emperor Rosetta in surprise, "Is it just happened?"

"After waking up in the morning, I felt it faded a little bit, and after a few hours it returned to its previous 'normal' state, without rebounding, nor continued to diminish," Rosetta said in detail about the situation he felt. In front of Windsor Mapel, he treated himself as an ordinary patient, which helped the legendary wizard better judge the situation. "I think there must be reasons behind this change in the field of mysticism. I would like to ask you to check it for me."
Chapter completed!