Inside the space station, Lind trembled slightly, not quite adapting as he exited the capsule connected to the space station and entered the transfer area.
At this moment, a squad of sci-fi styled drones approached with a set of clothes, serving as handrails for Lind while helping him change into the outfit for using the space station.
Lind could feel that his connection to 550C had become tighter, even to the point where, unlike before, prolonged connection time no longer caused a headache.
“550C!”
Lind asked somewhat angrily, “Are you lying to me?”
Shortly after, Lind shook his head by himself; 550C did not deceive him. The connection method between the Tower of Babel and the space station was indeed through thrust. The cables primarily provided stability, and as 550C stated, Lind had safely arrived at the space station, the calculations had not gone wrong.
“As you thought, I did not deceive you. Everything is backed by factual evidence.”
550C’s voice had never been so clear in Lind’s mind.
“However, you led me to ignore certain risks, not mentioning that the space elevator has not been completely repaired.”
After saying this, Lind added, “And don’t casually read my consciousness.”
“I apologize, this was necessary for your mental assessment before entering the space station. Please understand, I did not do it on purpose.”
550C’s tone did not suggest any remorse and explained, “I just want to say that, with your level of technology, being able to repair the Tower of Babel to a single-use level is indeed a success. However, I did lead you; this was a necessary means to guide you to the space station, the most viable solution derived from my calculations, which is allowed in my programming.”
Hearing 550C’s tone, Lind was somewhat dazed, hard to imagine how much authority the early humans had granted 550C. 550C had even somewhat violated one of the so-called Three Laws of Robotics to a certain extent. However, 550C had also stated that everything it did was for the continuation of humanity, and perhaps in 550C’s programming, this permission had a greater weight than the so-called Three Laws.
After changing clothes, Lind was assisted by the drones as he stepped into the semi-weightless space station. Lind could feel that there was a simulated gravity system within the space station, but due to years of disrepair, that gravity system seemed to have issues.
Inside the space station, other equipment appeared to be functioning normally. Even after Lind stepped inside, the long-silent lights flickered on one after another, as if welcoming Lind’s arrival.
“Welcome to the Heavenly Palace Command Center, dear citizen. Would you like to browse the armory first, or check the data? Or would you prefer to visit my system first?”
Lind waved away the surrounding drones, leaning against the handrail in the space station, somewhat helplessly saying, “Please, no more of this ancient joke from thousands of years ago.”
Of course, if the subject of this statement were Lena, Lind would feel happy; after all, Lind was facing someone whose wisdom had endured the passage of countless years.
“Please understand, I just wanted to lighten the atmosphere, and my database has also not been updated for a long time.”
At this moment, under the illumination of lights akin to Holy Light, Lind felt his bodily condition rapidly recovering, the kind of discomfort akin to motion sickness quickly dissipating.
“I don’t know why you want me to be in this space station so much. I also have many questions to ask you, but let’s go to the armory first; after all, I took the risk of coming here for that.”
550C had its own considerations; Lind didn’t mind since, based on 550C’s performance, although it could induce to a certain degree, it could not ultimately deceive him, the only two “citizens.” In other words, if there were indeed weapons within this space station that needed his authorization to activate, capable of destroying the Black Fog’s core, then there definitely were.
“I recommend that you authorize the armory first; the situation on the ground is likely not optimistic.”
At this moment, on the ground, looking at the fallen dragon, the Soren dragon herd fell silent. Perhaps the dragon’s physical strength was truly remarkable, or the magical environment during its fall compelled this aged dragon to instinctively attempt flight. It struggled to rise from the ground after falling from the sky.
The body, already old, now appeared even more frail, with scales that had seemingly fallen off in large quantities.
The Soren dragon herd surrounded it, showing no concern for the weak demons. They were still tending to the elder’s wounds, asking what the elder should do next. However, at that moment, a shadow, arising from the Eternal Frozen Land, unknowingly covered much of the sky.
Those boiling flesh and blood continually filled the giant shadow, as the demon worshippers in the Black Fog began murmuring incomprehensible words.
At this moment, as the Black Fog swirled with the murmurs of the demon worshippers, it seemed to gain a life of its own and began attacking the Soren dragon herd.
“Demon scum! What do you want!”
Sensing something was wrong, the dragons issued furious roars, as the black mist seemed to enter their bodies, even staining the dragons’ golden eyes.
These dragons wanted to resist, to fan away the black mist with their enormous wings, but they found their bodies gradually losing control.
At that moment, Antipa emerged from the black mist, exclaiming, “I didn’t expect the followers of the Demon God could truly use divine arts. Is that truly a god of the demon clan?”
Watching the dragons being gradually controlled, Antipa revealed a cold smile.
“The demons have worked for you long enough; helping us a little isn’t too much to ask, is it?”
The crazed demons climbed onto the backs of the dragons, using the black mist to control them and begin to fly.
A mad demon priest shouted while manipulating the dragons with the so-called divine arts, “The great god has awakened! We must obey the divine revelation, spreading the blessings of the black mist across the entire continent!”
Watching the otherworldly god, filled with boiling flesh, Antipa felt like he was losing his mind, a static noise continuously whispering in his mind. But even if he went mad, it didn’t matter; only madness could connect him to this true divine revelation.
Although Antipa had always worried about what that black and white square could do when the tower fired, nothing had happened after so long. It had to have failed, right?
Thinking this, Antipa couldn’t help but laugh heartily, as if he were human, not realizing how utterly despairing his current situation was.
Now, nearly the entire continent was witness to the continuous filling sky with a boiling flesh otherworldly god from the Eternal Frozen Land; if it weren’t for the gods continually providing protection, those who gazed at the Demon God would have long since succumbed to madness.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Alberto was continuing to clear the pollution with the soldiers. Although weapons in the Northern Border were quite effective, Alberto still cursed, “Damn it! Why is the pollution getting worse?”
The pollution continued to accumulate, coalescing into a massive phantom that shrieked continuously, as if in conjunction with the otherworldly god in reality, growing steadily in the Sea of Consciousness.
Behind Alberto, the various gods were gathering, these divine beings fulfilling their oaths from when they became deities, serving as a firewall for humanity against madness.
“It’s okay; it will be over soon.”
The voice of the War God echoed in Alberto’s mind.
“That old vestige has successfully reached the heavens.”
At this moment in the space station, Lind looked at the button in front of him and again asked, “Is this the weapon you said can clear the Black Fog?”
“Correct.”
550C’s emotionless synthetic voice emanated from the space station: “The railgun is ready; as long as you authorize it, it can be launched at any time.”
