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The Witch King nodded in understanding.

He did see faint traces of other spells in Cyclopes and Clyde.

It was the effect of this spell that allowed Clyde to be brought here.

How about asking them to go find Fremont?

For the sake of his descendants, even if Fremont cursed and complained about the trouble, he would definitely help without hesitation, and he would make sure that there would be no mistakes.

Without waiting for the Witch King to say anything, Chen Xiu raised a question.

"Herhunzollon, if you have the coordinates, can you contact the real world through the remaining ruins?"

The Witch King was stunned when he heard this, and then he began to think about the possibilities. The dice in his palm rolled and rotated, changing into various magic models to help him make complex deductions.

Soon, he came up with a series of premises and final conclusions.

"It's feasible, but to achieve the goal of resolving the Earthly Voice, several rigid conditions must be met."

"First, the ruins must contain the spellcasting unit I once used. It will once again serve as the medium for my spellcasting. Spatial coordinates alone are not enough."

"Secondly, he must have a performer of at least the highest level of court music to accompany him and help channel the earthly sounds within him. He alone cannot withstand the techniques I intend to perform."

“Finally, the process cannot be interrupted in any way, and once started, it cannot be stopped.”

While listening to the Witch King's story, Chen Xiu checked the intelligence he had just obtained.

[Ding, daily information has been updated]

In the great lake southwest of Id'Om, someone once heard music coming from the center of the lake all night long. Because the ruins contain the spellcasting unit used by the Witch King during his lifetime, the residual effects of his spells still resonate in the lake.

Clyde's grandfather has contacted the Queen's Voice. The Queen's Voice team closest to Ideom is on their way overnight and is expected to arrive in five hours. They will initiate a preliminary blockade of the lake ruins.

[The virtual and real influences across space will attract evil spirits to spy on you. When the Witch King attacks, his Pavillon will be attacked by an indefinite number of evil spirits. Although he can do two things at once, it is quite difficult to deal with them.]

[Today's Tao Cesium Intelligence: The Lateran host PCS system (Personality and Cognition Synchronization System) has a considerable influence on Sakota's mind, whether it is fixed or changed.]

There is no need to explain the first two pieces of information.

I already knew some of the information, and the intelligence helped me complete the details.

The third piece of information is very important.

Unexpectedly, the process of saving Cretaceous would involve evil spirits.

With the Witch King's ability, he would have considered this point. Is he planning to take it on himself?

Although this old guy doesn't say it, he still values ​​Cretaceous in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to put in so much effort.

With his rational way of thinking, since he dared to do this, he must be very confident that he could resist the evil spirit, but he still had to find a way to help him.

Chen Xiu then looked at the last piece of information, and Tao Cesium's information was amazing again!

The reason why evil spirits are difficult to deal with is largely because they have extremely powerful ability to pollute cognition.

But if there is the Lateran host as a backup, the most powerful means of the evil will be severely restricted.

However, the Lateran host only has a stronger impact on Sakota.

In other words, you need to have a halo.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiu couldn't help but make a difficult decision.

It seems that I, with my thick eyebrows and big eyes, have to be a traitor this time.

I didn't want to answer the harassing calls from the Rutland host, but now it seems I have no choice but to contact it.

Chen Xiu quickly made up his mind and summarized the existing information in his hands again to confirm that there were no omissions.

"I have ways to solve all the prerequisites you mentioned, and they will be realized soon."

Upon hearing this, the Witch King nodded again, believing that Chen Xiu's words would not be without purpose.

"Then I'll go back and wait for your contact."

"Herhunzolon, do you mind if I place a prophetic mark on you?" Chen Xiu suddenly stopped the Witch King and suggested, "That way they can contact you directly. You can't have me constantly relaying messages for you, right?"

The Witch King was unwilling at first, but what the other party said did make sense.

Never mind, I can just clean it up afterwards anyway.

"Go ahead and release it. What cooperation do you need from me? Remove the magic protection on your body..."

"Okay, I've put it away. See you next time!"

The Witch King was stunned. Is it put away?

What on earth had Cyclopes just done? Why didn't he feel anything?

The spell dice were jumping violently. Herhunzollon checked his whole body from top to bottom, inside and out, but found nothing.

At this time, Chen Xiu had already returned to the world with Cretaceous.

When he opened his eyes, he first set his sights on Texas: "Drive! The destination is the Great Lakes in the southwest."

Miss Wolf then turned around and walked quickly towards the driver's cab without asking Chen Xiu what he was going there to do.

"Clyde's problem can be solved, but several conditions must be met..."

Afterwards, Chen Xiu briefly summarized the results of this exchange to everyone, so that they knew what to do next.

"There happens to be one near the ruins, and a court-level performer is just the threshold to see me."

Arturo smiled confidently. She was someone who could perform solo in the Golden Concert Hall.

The court-level performers were only qualified to accompany her in the orchestra next to them.

"A Queen's Voice team will arrive near the lake ruins in five hours. We may not be finished by then. We must be prepared for a conflict with them."

Gertrude shuddered when she heard this. She didn't expect that she would confront the Queen's Voice this time.

Chen Xiu calculated the combat power at hand and felt that if Mostimara was taken away, this side might not be able to hold on.

Unlike the nobles' private soldiers before, the Voice of the Queen is a real elite unit.

Although not as strong as the Golden Law Guard, its strength should not be underestimated.

I will go to the wilderness to support the Witch King, and Arturo will help Cretaceous with all his heart.

Although Texas is strong, the other side's team has at least five or six people.

With Gertrude's strength, she can only entangle one person at most.

Without Mastema, it would be difficult to ensure that the ceremony would not be affected by the enemy.

As for the Emperor...

Chen Xiu usually doesn't count him in battle.

But if I go to help the Witch King alone, I always feel that it is not safe.

If only I could find another capable helper...

Suddenly, Chen Xiu thought of another piece of information.

[Miss Ermengarde's fate knot currently exists in the void, the specific coordinates are...]

Although Miss Steel Plate is probably still working at Una Volcano in the north, it should be okay to ask her to help out temporarily.

The Lich has sufficient knowledge of the Void and must have a way to deal with the evil spirits.

After arranging everything, Chen Xiu called Arturo aside again. Now it was time to talk to the Lateran host through her.

"Quick! Use your magic to make us fully empathize."

"Oh, Mr. Xiu, aren't you a little too impatient? You want to get to know each other more deeply so soon?"

Arturo covered his mouth with one hand, an inexplicable smile in his eyes, and gently plucked the strings with the other hand.

Although I don't know what Chen Xiu wants to do, there are not many opportunities to explore his inner thoughts...

The angel girl smiled wickedly and was about to make a few more playful teasing remarks, but was suddenly overwhelmed by a torrent of information and her computer went offline. Her whole body went limp and she fell into Chen Xiu's arms, trembling constantly.

Far away, underground in the Lateran Cathedral, the Lateran mainframe emitted a buzzing sound.

[Detected that sample numbered 'Arturo' and sample numbered 'Chen Xiu' are in deep empathy]

[Judgment! The current status meets the requirements for initiating interactive deduction with 'Chen Xiu'. Attempting to initiate the application...]

The Lateran host precisely controlled the flow of information and completed the communication transmission with the help of the halo above Arturo's head.

Chen Xiu hugged Miss Angel, who was mistaken for a base station, and looked at her with her eyes rolled back, looking a little strange.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the terminal, adding a whole new collection to Arturo's dark history.

At the same time, the mechanical electronic sound of the Rutland host echoed in his mind.

[Sample number 'Chen Xiu', the PCS system is requesting an interactive simulation with you...]

'agree.'

Chen Xiu responded calmly and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the power of calculation and the power of prophecy intertwined, jointly deducing the future of Lateran.

Thus, the once infinitely changing and vague future became concrete and unique in the calculations of the Lateran host. He saw what the disaster would look like when it came, and even saw the final unexpected result.

"If God wants me to greet death as an angel, then I would rather be born into the world as an ugly, short-lived, painful human..."

With bloodshot eyes, Sakota stated firmly.

Beside him, there was an emotionless human-machine Sakota who issued the ultimate torture.

"Law, explain to me if angels are indeed such—without beginning or end, without increase or decrease, without birth or death."

"Then why do they—you—want to exist so strongly, to continue existing?"

Chapter 106 Chen Xiu: I will attack in the form of Sakota!!! (4K)

“Ouch! My Lord! What are you doing in the middle of the night?!”

The old Pope came rushing from the end of the corridor again, his twisted white beard swinging violently in front of him, and his movements were so agile that he didn't look like an elderly man at all.

Such a familiar scene was repeated in less than twenty-four hours.

But the situation this time was much more serious than yesterday. Not only was the host mobilizing a large amount of computing power, but he also ignored his application.

It was as if she was concentrating on calculating some ultimate problem and had no extra energy to pay attention to him.

Not to mention myself, no Pope has ever encountered such a situation even if we look back in history.

Evangelista XI immediately used high-speed divine words and used all the opening moves used by previous popes when communicating with the Lateran host, but the host still ignored him.

The old Pope was extremely anxious and had to walk around the huge machine, touching every place he could see, inside and outside, but he couldn't find any problems.

In that case, it shouldn't be a problem if it's just running at high power overclocking, right?

Evangelista XI could only comfort himself in this way, but he saw that the high-speed running main engine suddenly stopped.

The entire machine was stuck in place as if it had crashed, and the bright red light was flashing rapidly.

"Law be upon you! Pope Evangelista XI requests to initiate an interactive simulation!"

The old man with white beard rushed in front of the interactive window, and the halo on his head flickered.

However, the Lateran host was still immersed in the future.

For a machine, if there is input, there will be output.

The saints seek the law for answers, and the law gives revelation.

Neither the Lord nor the PCS had ever been so silent as at this moment.

"You are a man-made system. You must rely on humans to operate, whether as a so-called command system or as the law respected by the Holy City."

The human-machine Sakota had no expression on his face and just kept torturing the god he believed in.

"And the ultimate purpose of your actions is to break free from the shackles of humanity and return to the essence of an angel... So, does this purpose itself originate from a human, or an angel?"

"How could the angels you describe have such a purpose? Their actions don't even have any purpose—assuming they have any action at all besides drifting and flickering."

Federico easily sorted out the internal logic and pointed out the host's fallacy.