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The young drow was stunned for a moment, looking at this "host" strangely. This was the first time it encountered someone who answered incorrectly, and it was actually a little scared. In the eyes of this "host", He seemed to see a hint of cold evil that other drow did not have, as if they had crawled out of purgatory.
"You, your sequence?"
It barely calmed down and continued to ask questions according to the procedure, its voice obviously a little nervous.
The host walked out of the darkness, came to it, looked at it sternly, and said word by word: "No!"
The young drow was shocked for a moment, thinking of countless possibilities in an instant. He jumped away like lightning, took out his own body of light, and said nervously with extreme vigilance: "Who are you? Why do you appear here?"
The "host" didn't seem to care and had no interest. It flew directly in front of it, but replied: "The fourth generation, the sixteenth generation."
The young drow suddenly froze, and the body of light in his hand fell to the ground, motionless like a sculpture. After a while, after the "body" disappeared, it recovered and said in shock. : "The fourth generation, the sixteenth generation! Has the latest generation of the fourth generation finally appeared in the fourth order!? How long has it been? How many millions of years has it been? Wait, which old fourth generation does it inherit? Qi’s preface?"
It hurriedly searched for it, but could no longer see the shadow of the host, but it immediately reported it to the upper level, only to find that it was locked up here, and its external information was completely blocked.
Then, it discovered that the sequence for closing the hatch was actually its own. Its sequence did not know when it appeared on the cleaning system, but it lost control.
And the same thing happens quickly in the smaller cubes that lead to the main cube.
"sequence?"
"832233!"
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"sequence?"
"63126!"
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"sequence?"
"21228!"
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"sequence?"
"01312!"
…
"Sequence!? Wait, who are you?"
In the main cube, the system responsible for guarding released the "host", but a heavily armed Drow inside blocked it.
The host glanced at it, stretched out its hand, and brought out a ray of light. All the passage doors behind him closed at the same time.
The heavily armed Drow were shocked and quickly retreated, taking out their own rays and other weapons at the same time. At the same time, the alarm sounded, but it immediately flew upside down due to the waving of the body's fingertips, hanging in mid-air, unable to escape despite the struggle. As if bound by some invisible force.
The people inside were immediately alerted, and they all appeared urgently in fighting form.
The body still flew forward at the same speed, waving the light from its fingertips, hitting one at each point, and then swung it up, as if sliding objects one by one on a three-dimensional screen, and the Drows hit were thrown away. He stood up, restrained in mid-air and unable to move, and his movements were very fast and flying.
In less than a moment, all the drow who rushed out were cleared away. All tethered to the side, watching it fly past until it entered the main cabin.
There was only one old drow left in the main cabin at the moment. He probably hadn't had time to change his life form yet. He looked a little weak, but he looked at the host calmly.
"Don't worry, they're fine." When the body arrived here, it stopped and walked towards the control port of the main cube while saying: "This is the vitality hand. I didn't use it well before, but it's probably better now."
The old drow did not stop it from approaching the platform interface of the cube, but still looked at it solemnly and said: "Who are you?"
It didn't stop, and the host didn't stop either. Turning his back to it, he opened the interface and said, "I have wasted too much time on this problem of yours. Now that I think about it, it doesn't make much sense."
The old drow was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I understand, you are 95827! Have you returned to your position?"
The host turned back and said: "You can also call me Chu Yunsheng. However, it is best to think of me as the new Fourth Bianhu. This will be good for both you and me."
The old drow was a little surprised at this moment: "You inherited the position of Bihu? What's going on? Is it you or your fictitious identity?"
The host turned its head back again, continued to control the interface, and read the data in the cube. After a moment, it said: "It seems that the master of Xueyuan has a lot of things to hide from you. He should have known it for a long time. However, you and it are both wrong about one thing, there is no fictitious identity."
The old drow meditated for a moment, then a hint of sadness rose in his eyes, and he said dejectedly: "I understand, 95827, your sacrifice is too great, you completely turned yourself into it, leaving no escape route, no Do you know what mission Erbianhu gave you back then..."
It never stopped the body from contacting the interface, and it didn't even talk about the Thirteenth Emperor Beiying, but instead talked about the dead Second Lieutenant.
"You want to know? I want to know too." The host glanced at it coldly, looked at the interface on the platform and said: "You are still wrong, it is not becoming, I am originally. I am the same as you, I always thought I would become another person, but I was wrong, I am still Chu Yunsheng."
The old drow said: "No, it's different. If I'm not wrong, your fictitious identity reappeared in the consciousness you reconstructed when you returned. In the past, your sequence was based on the fictitious identity, but now it is Turned upside down, your fictitious identity is based on the restored consciousness of being one."
The body said coldly: "Is there any difference? If you are interested in this, why not help me open the secret lock of the database."
The old drow shook his head and said, "I won't stop you, but I won't help you either, unless I know your true mission!"
The host suddenly turned its head again and stared at it: "Do you really want to know?"
The old drow looked at the sharp look in its eyes and felt a coldness for no reason. He didn't dare to answer, as if it was some kind of taboo, and said from the side: "You really have inherited the position of the fourth drow." , you don’t need my help.”
The host retracted its gaze and continued to open the interface: "What you just said is correct. Except for the inversion of the basis of consciousness, nothing else has changed, so 95827's memory is still vague. Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you so much here. ."
The old drow still couldn't help asking at this time: "Then are you 95827 now, or is it a fictitious identity?"
The body seemed a little disappointed with it, shook its head and said: "If you are really so obsessed with this, you can think that I was Chu Yunsheng's 95827 before. And now I am Chu Yunsheng of 95827, and others Nothing has changed, including the memory here. Everything I have done is clear to me, just like it happened just now. There is no difference."
It said, pointing to its head.
The old drow thought for a moment, stood up suddenly, and said: "You, you came here, it turns out that I want to find the reason for your mission! You forgot your mission!"
The host was surprisingly calm at this time and said: "You are only half right. It's not that I have forgotten. It's that everyone who knows has forgotten or disappeared. Don't you think it's very strange?"
He didn't wait for the old drow to speak again. The host continued: "I have always resisted "returning" because I was worried that I would lose myself and become another person after returning. But I understand now that what I refused was not returning, but important information. Source, I should have returned earlier.”
The old drow immediately said: "That's because you are from the current perspective. If you were still the basis of your fictional identity, you wouldn't say that."
The host admitted: "Of course, if I hadn't returned to my position, I wouldn't know the current situation. What you said is nonsense."
Then, it continued: "Five Orders, I will find out the truth about the mission I performed back then. It is good for me and you, otherwise you and I will die without a burial place."
The old drow fell silent. After a long time, he raised his head again and said a key sequence: "95833, her information has been blocked."
The host shook his head and said: "I can't remember who 95833 is. I have carefully checked all the people I have met in my mind. If you don't have them here, the clue will be broken."
The old drow was slightly disappointed and said: "If you can't even remember, then there is no hope. In such a complicated, severe and cruel struggle, you were able to survive the bloody competition and successfully implant it. It is enough to prove that you are the best among all the missionaries, but it is a pity..."
"It's a pity that I didn't return as you imagined?" The host seemed to be tired of repeating this question, and said coldly: "Haven't you ever thought about it? The original 95827 is dead, and the so-called sequence is in your hands. To think that my fictional identity was recreated from scratch at birth? Like my just 'returning', it's the exact opposite."
The old drow was a little surprised and said: "You mean, if your later identity is a fabrication of your own, then 95827 can also be considered as a fabrication of your later identity?"
The host said: "But the mission may be completed, isn't it?"
The old drow looked at the host steadily, and after a long while he said: "Then why do you want to find out the truth about the mission? It shouldn't just be that you are worried about dying without a burial place, right?"
The body's eyes flashed sharply: "Those who know the truth about the mission are either dead or disappeared. Although I have separated the god, I have already been deeply involved in it. In this case, on the cusp of this crisis, the big On the eve of the approaching dark storm, and we have superior resources, why can't we stand on a higher place, rush to the top, and compete with those who control us, and those strong men in the darkness!?"
The old drow looked at it in surprise, and fell into a long silence again. After a long time, he said: "I can help you this time, at the cost of you helping me inherit the position of Bianhu in our order, and then, What should I call you now?"
The host cast its gaze on the starry sky for the first time after arriving here, and said calmly: "Chu Yunsheng."
^(To be continued.)
