Baron Howard, who had finished his rest, did not delay any further. Instead, he immediately organized people to classify and study the massive documents and memory spheres left in the Office of the Divine Envoy, trying to find out the truth behind the destruction of the church and the escape of the Divine Envoy as soon as possible.
After the group's ground troops settled in the temple, they immediately helped the servants of God restore the energy supply to the central spire and repaired the cleaning drones that were on the verge of being scrapped due to long-term disrepair, fulfilling the baron's previous promise. promise.
Therefore, the priest did not stop the archaeological team from further searching for Saaria's personal belongings. Perhaps it also believed that the divine envoy was dead. Rather than holding on to these lost legacies and disappearing in the long river of time, it is better to make friends with these interstellar travelers, and maybe one day we can use their power to restore the Church of Enlightenment.
Unfortunately, even though the archaeological work was progressing very smoothly, Baron Howard still could not find what he wanted.
Whether it is the identity of the Church Destroyer or the specific location of the Asr Galaxy, the archaeological team has no clue as to the answers to these two questions and has no idea where to start.
Reluctantly turning over the dilapidated paper manuscript in front of him, the Baron used a translator to read the information hidden in the twisted text word by word, hoping to find some clues.
"I met with the leaders of several big countries today. Through their attitudes, I can see that these ignorant guys are still unwilling to accept the ideas of the Qiming Church. It seems that I should extract all their memories when presiding over the confession ceremony. Give these smart-aleck idiots a taste of amnesia."
Turning the reinforced paper to the back, the Baron frowned slightly.
This page, which should have fallen off the diary, is enough to prove that the so-called divine envoy is just a greedy careerist. It is ridiculous to want to ascend to god based on advanced technology.
After laughing at Saaria's overestimation in his heart, the baron translated the content on the back of the paper with relish.
"Damn, what did I just do? This is the first confession...Strange, who am I? Oh, I am Saaria, I am the messenger of the gods."
The handwriting that wrote this sentence is very sloppy, and it is completely different from the diary content on the front. The latter can be called the monologue of an ambitious man, while the former is completely like a madman talking to himself.
However, for the sake of clues, the Baron continued to translate patiently.
"Thanks to the holographic image I recorded in advance, now I think about it. The experimental result of the 137th confession ceremony ultimately failed! Damn it, how did those bastards in Aix-Beleng do it? ?Why do they succeed but I always fail?"
After reading this, Howard raised his hand and touched the mustache above his lips, and an idea seemed to flash in his mind.
"Aix-Bellen should be the name of a place. Saaria seems to dislike the people living there so much that he spends an entire page abusing them..."
After sorting out the dozens of pages of the God's Envoy manuscript in his hand, the Baron had a headache after roughly reading them.
There was no other reason than that Howard felt as if he was arranging word order for a mentally ill patient with split personality. Saaria was not conscious at all when she wrote these words. The first sentence was often talking about today's weather, and the next sentence returned to the confession experiment she had recorded before.
Through the information left in these diaries and manuscripts, the Baron can be sure that the sanity and memory of this divine envoy have long been tainted by endless memory extraction.
The greatly reduced logical thinking ability means that more than half of the contents in these manuscripts have no narrative subject at all, and even the best readers have difficulty connecting the context. If he had not known the origin of these manuscripts in advance, he would have thought that they were just the wild ravings of a crazy alien woman.
Putting on his helmet, Howard walked towards the secret detector that was carried to the surface by the archaeological team, with a slight hesitation in his eyebrows.
At this point, it is hopeless for the archaeological team to piece together a complete and coherent narrative process through these scattered confessional notes.
Just as Saaria had used this device to find out the secrets of countless people, the Baron was thinking whether he should also show his dedication and use those memory spheres to find out the Asr galaxy and Aix-Beleng. specific location.
"Guys, did you find anything new?"
The Baron came to a group of scientists who were busy around the detector. Seeing that everyone was frowning and with frustrated expressions on their faces, he squeezed out an ugly smile and said: "Tell you about the Walter family. A knack for being in the archaeological world for many years.”
"When you can't find the way to the end, bold practice is definitely more useful than staying in place and spinning around!"
As he spoke, the baron took out a memory sphere belonging to Saaria from the alloy box at hand, put it into the annular groove on the secret detector, and at the same time ordered a researcher to hand over the metal ring in his hand to him .
An old man in the team whose prestige was no less than that of the Baron suddenly opened his eyes wide when he saw this. He snatched the ring from the young researcher's hand and shouted loudly: "Howard, you are crazy! People of different races are using this extreme method rashly." Dangerous technological items, you should know the consequences!"
Seeing that the ring he was about to get was taken away, the Baron was not angry. He just stood there with a smile and glanced at the worried researchers around him, and said loudly: "There must be the first person to eat the crab. Isn’t it? My father has been fighting for archeology all his life. When I saw him for the last time in the ward, he gave me a sentence, and now I give this sentence to you."
"Every road should be walked. Discovering a road that doesn't work can be considered a contribution to those who come after you."
Seeing that everyone was thinking about what he said, the Baron put his hand on the headband that was tightly covered by the old man, and persuaded in a low voice: "Except for me, everyone in the team has families on earth that need to be taken care of. , don’t you also have a pair of grandchildren waiting for you to come home and tell adventure stories? Trust me, no one is more qualified to volunteer than me.”
Feeling that the old man's grip on the ring was slightly loose, the Baron snatched it away with a sudden force. Under the eyes of the researchers who were either admiring or worried, he pulled a string connected to the secret without looking back. The cables from the probe's main body were returned to the armored transport vehicle.
As his body gradually relaxed as he lay on the soft seat, Howard put on a somewhat large headband and without hesitation started the "reverse confession procedure" mentioned by the holographic priest, removing the parts of the sphere that did not belong to him. Memory fragments were injected into the brain.
...
"Lord God Envoy! The battle situation of the frontline Skitarii is not optimistic. They will be wiped out if they persist for a few days at most! Moreover, the enemy has no intention of negotiating with us. The morale of the soldiers has been severely damaged. There are rebellions in the temple. You must Come forward and take charge of the overall situation as soon as possible!"
A high-ranking church official who looked very similar to the slug priest, except that his skin color and facial organs were slightly different, stumbled to Saaria. It can be seen from his anxious expression and the scarred armor on his body that the opponent may soon be unable to contain the rebel offensive.
"The Skitarii must stand firm! I will not allow anyone who is greedy for life or afraid of death to tarnish the glory of my Enlightenment Church!"
Who is this guy, and why am I so slimy?
Feeling like he was dreaming, the baron wanted to wave his arm, but what appeared in his field of vision was a soft blue tentacle like an octopus tentacle. Moreover, the position where this tentacle appeared was completely opposite to the direction in which he tried to raise his arm. The strange situation seemed to say that the owner of this body was not himself, but someone else.
The baron regained his consciousness and suddenly realized that the owner of this body was indeed not him, but the divine messenger Saaria. He was now observing and recording this memory from the other person's perspective, which he had never personally experienced.
Sure enough, a conflict soon broke out between Saaria, who had different opinions on the issue of the Skitarii, and the church's senior leaders. The latter tried to knock the divine envoy unconscious so that he could take over the highest command of the Qiming Church, while the former's The action is more straightforward and brutal.
Under the surprised gaze of the baron, he raised the tentacles on both sides of his body, took out the sword from the waist of the senior executive when he was close to him, and stabbed the other person in the chest - although he didn't I know what the slug calls that part, but judging from the proportions of a human body, this sword is definitely cruel enough.
Facts have proved that the baron's judgment was correct. The sharp sword blade instantly cut open the armor on the victim's chest. The churning that followed made the senior Skitarii leader who was struck by the sword extremely painful, and he soon fell to the ground. The ground lost its breath of life.
The emotions conveyed through the linking ring, a trace of regret suddenly surged in Howard's heart, and the corners of his eyes became a little moist.
He understood that Saaria, who realized that he had killed a loyal minister at that time, was regretting it, but was unable to bring down the non-existent miracle to resurrect his loyal subordinates.
In his vision that was gradually blurred by tears, the baron watched his body move uncontrollably towards the confession chair in the center of the room. As the tentacle pressed the button to start confession, he heard Saaria's subtle voice. After sighing, he said to himself: "The one hundred and forty-third confession, start recording."
"If you still fail this time, let's go to the Asr galaxy and have a look..."
Saaria did not say this sentence, but the baron, who had become one with the former at this time, still heard the other person's heartfelt words and was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
Because when Zaaria's mind came up with the idea of "going to the Asr Galaxy to see it," a string of precise coordinates appeared in his mind as if they were his original memories.
After briefly translating this string of coordinates, Baron Howard was surprised to find that the position of the Asr galaxy on the star map was exactly the same as that of the solar system.
"Could it be that the solar system is the Asr galaxy? Then why have humans never discovered the traces left by the Enlightenment Church and Saaria?"
Even though there are still countless questions in my mind, the memory stored in this memory sphere has come to an end.
At the same time, the secret detector automatically disconnected from the ring. The fantastic experience of wandering in other people's memories made the Baron feel a strong sense of discomfort, and even had the illusion that he could not fully control his body.
While resisting the desire to vomit, the Baron picked up the high-power communicator in the transport vehicle and sent a communication request to the Second Fleet flagship "Elegy" which was still floating in low orbit, saying that he had a major need. Use the ship's quantum communication platform to contact the group headquarters on Earth.
"I am Howard Walter! We have made great progress in archaeological work! It is very likely that alien civilization has other ruins in the solar system. Please ask the Navy to send a reconnaissance fleet to search immediately! Ugh..."
After explaining the situation, the baron finally couldn't help but started to vomit in the transport vehicle. In just half a minute, he vomited all the compressed food he had eaten during lunch.
When he returned to the crowd with his head held high like a winner, both older and younger researchers cheered. Of course, it would be perfect if the corners of the Baron's mouth weren't covered in vomit.
In the originally silent ice and snow, Baron Howard's name echoed over the archaeological base outside the temple for a long time. Even the strong wind howling over the snowfield could not cover up the cheers and laughter of the crowd during the celebration.
No matter what the Group's fleet discovers in the solar system in the end, the name Howard Walter will be recorded forever and shine brightly in the Group's development history.
