When all the noise and hustle come to silence, the deepest part of the courtyard is still as busy as before.

Or, now is their busiest and nervous time.

The work of the mountain is in vain.

No matter what, you cannot make mistakes at the end.

Otherwise, the Insurance Institute would not be able to deal with it. Just sacrificing the major genealogies of many members could tear them alive.

"The notice from the underlying structure - in two hours, the fragments have been dismantled and have entered the current track, and in two hours and sixteen minutes, they will completely dissolve."

“Have the law coordination begun?”

“For the last verification.”

“Where are the sublimators?”

"It has been withdrawn, just six and a half minutes ago."

"Check it out for the last time, don't leave any important materials and achievements..."

Just outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, scholars in the huge space were nervously carrying out the final calculations and deductions under the huge screen.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling window, Yegor on the sofa finally relaxed.

limp.

I just felt sweaty.

The gambling that put the entire current safety on it finally came to an end.

And just under the big screen, technology from the Insurance Institute is constantly extracting, freezing, sealing, and sending it to various departments in different categories.

What's the secret of the Insurance Academy has relied on this bet, and many experiments that cannot be tried in the present situation have been secretly deduced and actually operated in the fragments.

Among them, the most creepy thing is the two survival pods that were quickly blocked as soon as they were teleported.

The wreckage of two elements of destruction was properly contained.

Seeing the two wreckages gone, Yegor breathed a sigh of relief: After all, that thing was only a few hundred meters away from him, and if it was accidentally triggered, it would be impossible to run.

Immediately afterwards, there are three crystal cubes sealed with three different flames: cyan, pure white and red.

The three are shining with each other, and Ye Ye is shining.

It is almost merged into one.

The man wearing a headscarf took a deep breath, restrained his excitement, took it from the staff of the Survival Hospital with a expressionless face, and turned around and left in a hurry.

"The last vow of the stone curse immortal is hard to get close to the divine nature left by his mother, as well as the fruit of the Brahma lotus - maintenance, destruction and creation. The essence of the three systems has actually completed the fusion in the fragments of Gaia."

Yegor stared at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "For hundreds of years, the long-cherished wish of the three systems of the Indian genealogy has finally come true."

In this bet, all the tragic sacrifices were taken over by the Tianzhu genealogy. They were even unwilling to let others get involved, and they ran towards destruction as if they couldn't wait.

What is hidden behind is this compassionate wish that has been passed down for hundreds of years - the fusion of the three systems.

With the passing of the gods of the Indians, the genealogy of the Indians is not only a legacy, but also a curse of the broken source.

For hundreds of years, the three systems of creation, maintenance and destruction have been constantly fighting each other, unable to integrate, and even the natural enemy Qing Neck is unable to suppress it.

After all, even if the power of destruction is supreme, can we completely suppress the creation and maintenance system through violence? Even if we surrender and surrender to the creation and maintenance of destruction, can we still maintain our essence?

There are many knowledgeable people among the three families who want to recast the three systems, but how can it be that easy?

The essence of the division of the Origin Classic is that the three systems are too different from each other and cannot be compatible. The three completely different main axes conflict and conflict with each other, which almost split the huge Indians.

It has a huge foundation, but it is struggling on the brink of turmoil. Even the solidification amount inside the genealogy remains high because of the lack of protection from the Original Classic.

The solidification of the former king of the heretics was a stab in everyone's heart, and it still hurts from time to time. Now I can finally re-ed up the cracks in "The Book of Past"? How dare the three systems let go of this without losing it easily

A precious opportunity?

It's just a sacrifice.

As long as you sacrifice...

Long before the gambling game started, I couldn’t get close to Mother and Stone Curse, so I had already had a desperate ambition. If I could recast the foundation of India with my own body, what would be wrong?

“…”

Yegor was silent, and for a long time, he closed his eyes tiredly.

"What's wrong?" asked the dean.

"No, just looking at everyone's sacrifice and fighting, I suddenly felt that I was sitting here waiting for the result, which was too despicable." Yegor sighed self-deprecatingly: "It's too ugly."

"Sacrifice is never your duty, Mr. Yegor, your task is to maintain the fruits of this sacrifice. Compared to the shameful conspiracy agency of the Insurrection Court, you are already too—"

The dean's words suddenly got stuck.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "I just received the news that Mr. Marcus has passed away."

“…”

Yegor was stunned.

"Russell rejected the state funeral in Rome and brought his body back to the Ivory Tower for burial." The dean said: "Until the end, he was a member of the Ideal Country."

Yegor closed his eyes, covered his face, and took a deep breath.

After a long time, a silent sigh.

"Damn it." He said something swearing.

One of the only pillars of the past era actually ushered in withering.

Just in your own agreed plan.

But what the hell are I?

"Do you want to compensate the genealogy of heaven?" asked the dean.

"Forget it, Russell won't agree."

Yegor shook his head melancholy: "It is necessary to posthumously award honor, but for Mr. Marcus, the sacrifices made for the present situation are probably natural. No matter how much material we give to it, it is just an insult."

He thought for a moment and asked seriously: "Please go with me later."

“No need.”

The dean shook his head, "I will attend the funeral."

Yegor was stunned.

Unexpectedly, one day, he would leave his mission, leave the ancestral courtyard, and attend someone else's funeral.

He is willing to temporarily give up his responsibilities for this.

"The House of Existence is not the result of indifference, Mr. Yegor." said the president: "Even a machine, it will have respect for real heroes."

He was actually despised by the rationalists of the Insurance Academy. Yegor smiled helplessly and nodded: "I hope that one day I will meet Mr. Marcus at the source."

Perhaps, this is the last romantic destination of the Astronomical Society.

Neither the ideal country, the governing bureau or the backbone of the expiration hospital had ever thought of one day being able to end up in the hospital bed.

More of the disappearance of obscurity, passionate sacrifice, or collapse in the ending day after day... For them, the best ending is to be able to return to the Sea of ​​Silver.

After going through hardships and darkness, everyone was able to meet again from that eternal sea of ​​human intelligence after returning to nothingness.

"It won't be that day, Mr. Yegor."

The dean interrupted his thoughts coldly, making his smile stiffen on his face.

"There is another observation report I just received, and I haven't given it to you."

The figure in the chemical protective suit reached out and handed over two pages: "Before, when we returned to the voyage, we were confused. The increase in the Sea of ​​Silver was not normal, and we had never received any feedback.

—

Until just when Mr. Marcus passed away, our probe finally observed the results."

He said:

"—The souls of all ideal countries have not returned to the Sea of ​​Silver."

In the long silence, Yegor lowered his head, hurriedly flipped through the report in his hand, constantly checking the data on it, hoping to find any loopholes.

But in the end, he found that... this argument was so flawless that it made him desperate.

But if they didn't return to the Sea of ​​Silver, where did they go?

"The operation of the Sea of ​​Silver was once the responsibility of the Ideal Country. For us, it has always been a closed black box system. Even now, there are still many hidden underlying rules operating.

Perhaps this matter has something to do with it.

After all, all souls who have passed the trial of the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy will be marked with special marks and are not suitable for ordinary processes. For them, the Sea of ​​Silver may be just a transit and finally a different destination."

But if they don’t go to the Sea of ​​Silver, where can they go?

He did not hesitate to violate the laws of present situation and completely wipe out his soul and will, and he also wanted to go to the place he wanted to do—

"Does the Kingdom of Heaven..." Yegor asked softly.
To be continued...