We'll see him soon. Shishu thought, then corrected himself. It's me who's about to see him - they've all seen him. Face-to-face format. Direct conversation. The mysterious Ichaint Sinkardstu. The one mentioned repeatedly is Chaint Sinkadestu. The villain who stirred up the world seven thousand years ago, the lover and subordinate of the Demon King who destroyed the world seven thousand years ago. A demon who is strangely remembered in a beautiful form by a group of angels. A presence that occasionally passes by in legends, proverbs, songs, and jokes.
Evil creatures from nightmares. Half of his face emerged from the clouds, and he smiled.
(Everyone, I'm here.)
Xishu shook his head vigorously to get rid of the afterimages. Look left and right.
Kezier looked a little nervous - this guy always maintained a certain degree of nervousness and timidity. He suspected that this was the demeanor that angels had to maintain in previous eras. Fortunately, such regulations have not been passed down to this day.
The other angels looked calm, but Lamel still had a cold face.
"Five minutes," she announced coldly - as if everyone had to listen to her - and everyone did. "We have five minutes to tell him the complete plan. Exchange information. Listen to his requirements. Then move on to the first step - initial placement.
One minute left. get ready. "
Xishu suspected that he was the only one who didn't know what to prepare. Obviously, the angels all appear here for their own reasons. Each one had some very important job in the plan. And the only reason he's here is because he's had three or four dreams related to Chaint.
He knew that in the previous era of explosive development, everything was highly divided and specialized. For example, when writing letters, ink and pens come from different production sites. The plane channels for sending letters are created by specialized professions (called plane pioneers or something). Different angels are responsible for the conception, writing, and delivery of the content of the letters. It’s not like now if you want to send a message, you have to do everything. From content to entity to process to result.
(Lamel said that this phenomenon is backward and needs to be changed. And this is the true purpose of the wheel of gathering that has been created with great pains and is being secretly abused by them.)
dream?
If under the detailed division of labor, this can also be regarded as some kind of work...
impossible. He couldn't just go to bed.
"You didn't tell me what to do. Sir Lamere." There was less than a minute left, Xisu asked hurriedly. "What is my mission?"
"Follow my command." Lamel didn't look at him. "If there is a crisis of dispersal, I will direct everyone to return. Maintain order."
"Keep order," said most of the angels. Kezier looked at them tenderly with a nervous smile.
It took Xishu a few seconds to realize that Ramel had not answered his question.
"Uh," he said, turning to Kircher. "Sir, you..."
It would have been better if he had asked someone else earlier. Xisu thought. Ke Qier will definitely tell him...
"One." Lamel spat out cold words. Time is up. The wheel of assembly makes the sound of a hundred pipe organs. Start turning slowly.
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Icha leaned back on a recliner. Take your time and look outside the fence. Look inside again.
Judging from the current situation, Necromancer keeps his word and his performance exceeds his expectations. The room he stayed in was square, even from the perspective of a demon duke, it was extremely spacious - from the perspective of a tomb, it was even more luxurious. The square shape itself is a waste.
The inner side of the room is composed of tens of thousands of regular grid niches for snacks and entertainment (he checked, and one-third of them are in the devil's recipe book. The other third looks unfamiliar, but it also seems worthwhile. Give it a try, and most importantly, there are dozens of cans of space-time particles, which can ensure the survival of two and a half clerks). Everything is available and can be accessed at any time. On the inner left side are books and materials, placed on a long bookshelf that extends upward almost infinitely. It’s so full that it’s hard to count. There is even a column dedicated to him and his related works - it didn't take much time for Yi Cha to easily find the ones mentioned by Shenchang Lin - "Me and My Eighteen-fold Energy Conversion Rate" , "Six Examples of Energy Diversion", "Brief Precautions for Rearrangement and Shuffle Experiments", etc.
On the right side - which is also the side he faces, it is difficult to explain in one sentence - there are various entities separated in stone cabinets. There are physical objects of play - various toys and rules of chess and sports equipment. The entity of craftsmanship can be roughly divided into two types, one is various machines and devices, and the other is ornaments and decorations that are more beautiful than practical. All in all, enough for a hundred goblins to play for a million years.
Next comes the entity of energy - a specimen of the pith stone, a small starlight in a cage. A small jar of hellish lava constantly pouring out, and so on. And the entity of rules——
Yi Cha casually stared at a Rubik's Cube ball that kept sucking in and exploding, admiring it for a while, and then turned his gaze.
Several white shadows appeared on an ugly, thick carpet that he had just thrown aside.
"oh."
He straightened up and blinked. "Long time no see. You guys..."
Keqier was so excited that he rushed towards him, and then tripped on the edge of the carpet - it was Lamel (with a Leche face, with a Leche expression and the moisture of water, quickly let Yi Cha confirm it (I learned the identity of this strange angel) and pulled him hard. Icha laughed loudly. Hearing his laughter, all the angels shivered at the same time - one of them shivered very loudly. He stood behind Lamere, looking low on energy. Dark green eyes stared at him.
"We only have five minutes," Rammere said. "Don't ask why it's five minutes. Ishaint Sinkardstu. We're here to save you from your misery."
In fact, not too bitter. Except for the square shape of the room, this is a paradise for doing whatever you want. But Icha wasn't going to argue about this trivial matter. "It's an honor." He glanced at the corner of the square. The two clerks still held hands and muttered words, as if they didn't see the angels appear at all. "What should I do?"
"How much time do you have?" Rammel asked quickly. "How long can you live?"
"Judging from what they prepared for me, it's almost two hundred thousand years old." Yi Cha said. "Judging from their goals, they can survive until the end of this week. My two outstanding employees estimate that tomorrow morning -" ("Tomorrow morning!" Ke Qier said in surprise.) Let's take a look. Signaling with one hand. "Their estimate of what's going on here is quite accurate. It's worth referencing."
"Time is very tight." Lamel frowned. "Two minutes, tell me what you think."
