Chapter 310 Light Chaser
Alloy glass doors opened one after another for the bishop. White, orange, and purple lights reflected on her bright red shawl, casting a bat-wing shadow on both sides of the floor.
Click, click.
The bishop's footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, and a long empty space stretched out behind her.
After a long walk, two guards finally appeared in front of them. They stood on the edge of the passage, one on the left and one on the right, holding weapons.
Even though all the elite troops were sent out for the final battle, the Church of Light still left a small number of personnel to guard the most critical passages. Among them naturally included the extremely important Glorious Road leading to the real core control center.
Below Taoli College is the most important stronghold of the Church of Light, a relic of the technological age.
Many areas of these rooms and the academy above are not ordinary buildings, but rather "bodies" extending from the surface of the earth by the power of light, possessing some of the properties of living organisms.
This is the only path that leads to the control console that directly affects Glory, and entering here requires a complete permission approval in advance.
Unless the church has already launched a plan to kill the gods against Glory, the consent of Glory itself is still required.
Even though the procedures are very complicated and there are surveillance centers and God's Eyes watching over it, there are still extremely powerful guardians here all year round.
The bishop in formal attire had reached the end of the corridor. A few steps further would take him into the core of the program for the artificial part of [Glory].
The core contains numerous chains targeting Glory, as well as low-level instructions that can reset Glory.
Before Glory becomes a god, the Church of Glory will never loosen its grip on the "god."
The Bishop's shadow was cast upon the shining helmets of the Guardians.
They should have stepped forward to stop her, carefully checking the documents, the process sign-offs, and the specific key chip. But until the bishop put his hand into the scanner, the guardians remained motionless, like two statues that could neither see nor hear.
The last door slowly opened.
There was no passable road ahead, and a soul pool similar to a reservoir replaced the floor.
The souls within the pool surged constantly, emitting a dazzling golden-red glow. Compressed and aggregated, they became as viscous as a liquid, creating the illusion of boiling bubbles and steam on the human retina.
"The upper part stores energy, and the lower part stores the soul's sediment. This design looks quite familiar."
The bishop smiled and took a step forward. A layer of colorless and transparent substance lifted her feet and supported her to move forward.
The overflowing golden red color dyed the transparent bridge, as if the entire space was on fire.
"Hmm, the souls at the bottom are almost turning into bricks." The bishop lowered his head and glanced at the "water surface" and sighed regretfully, "The remaining 100 million lives... With your current technology, you can only resurrect 50,000 or 60,000 at most."
Milo didn't answer, and both she and the devil knew this.
The technology of storing and reusing souls began in the technological age. At that time, the idea was to first release the redundant energy in the soul and extract it for saving the world, and the remaining part could be stored and wait for subsequent resurrection.
It is said that most of the matter in the human soul is pure energy, unrelated to memory and spiritual body.
Then, as long as the world is saved, the surviving descendants can use more energy to fill the empty shells that have lost energy, allowing the sacrificed predecessors to be reborn in the new world.
This theory sounds great, but the actual operation is full of black humor.
Most souls cannot be captured in time after death, and only a few souls can be retained in the soul pool over the years.
After hundreds of years of repeated extraction and experimentation, it is hard to say what kind of creature these "lucky ones" will be resurrected in the end, a Chimera at the soul level?
"Luckily, you still have me." The bishop said gently as they walked. "My plan has been conceived for a long time, and the process is more feasible. I understand the operating principles of abyssal energy better than you do, as well as the human soul, spirit, and body."
She spoke slowly, a large amount of information surging in her mind, describing to Milo the beautiful vision she had conceived for mankind.
Why should humans entrust their future to a carefully designed program? That would be too boring.
Programs require a rational operator, monitor, or master.
If the person who designed and created this program were alive today, perhaps she would be willing to lean in and admire and see how far this great human being could go.
But now... she would rather control this dangerous remote control herself.
"I don't know if I've ever told you that I actually have the power."
“No, you didn’t.”
"Well, I don't have complete authority." The bishop smiled graciously, "but its incompleteness can be made up for at any time."
Love or desire, that is the power brewed by doting.
It should have matured earlier, but it has always been covered with many subtle cracks, as if it had once been completely shattered.
But it doesn't matter, when my huge love and desire are satisfied, my power will also be fulfilled at the same time.
Humans pursue love from birth.
Mother's love, love from family, love from friends, love from lovers, love from the broader community... Human beings are driven throughout their lives to move forward and grow, which is truly a very, very romantic thing.
The bishop walked with the same graceful posture, but his pace suddenly quickened.
She was still talking about something, as if she was chatting with a silent and stubborn friend.
From time to time, an invisible light screen with an inspection procedure would rise around.
The bishop simply raised her hand slightly, and strands of energy flowed from her fingertips, easily cracking the codes and rules.
Finally, a journey that was not short is coming to an end.
A silver-white high-backed chair stands alone at the end of the long bridge.
The bishop paused in the middle of the long bridge, and she seemed to take a deep breath before continuing forward.
"What's wrong? Wasn't your previous arrangement perfect? The Sequence of Existences and the Monitoring Center are executing the God-killing Plan, and Glory is also being dragged down by the multiple power rituals."
"Or perhaps your previous preparations were incomplete, and you were afraid of activating the Radiance or the final trap set by humans at the terminal? Hehe."
"No, I just think there should be..."
Ruai looked at the lonely high-backed chair, a dazed look flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his original confident smile.
She walked straight towards the seat without mentioning what was supposed to be there.
The bishop walked around the chair and used his fingers to move the densely packed lines of rules nearby. Some of these lines shone with golden light, while others were invisible and colorless, but they all contained a wealth of useful information.
She traced the lines with her pinky finger and shook her head sarcastically.
"They're using the emergency program to manipulate all the apostles to focus their attacks on Chen Xiao'er and the treacherous Zero... Hmph, Guanghui's reaction is a bit strange. Can machines also be so unbearable?"
[“Wait a minute, right now, can you do me a favor first?”]
"I'm in a hurry now." The bishop frowned, then smiled easily. "Okay, tell me first. You rarely ask me for help~"
"Can you help Chen Xiao'er without harming any apostles? I don't want these lovely children to be missing when the new world is resurrected."
"you're right."
The bishop agreed deeply. She also didn't want these precious souls to disappear before dawn. That would be such a pity.
The devil hates regret.
She stood at the other end of the bridge and slowly took off her right glove, then raised a golden thread wrapped around her fingertips and snapped her fingers lightly.
The colorless ceiling suddenly turned a clear blue.
......
"Zero, hurry back to the team." The voices of companions came from the sky.
Zero's pupils constricted. "Guanghui is indeed on Xiao'er's side. As long as Xiao'er and I are separated, the church's surveillance will be misled."
She felt relieved and continued running to the right.
Shining!
A spear of light brushed past her body and pierced her feet, sinking into the cement and shattering into a pile of light spots on the ground.
Zero looked up, and one apostle after another descended from the sky.
The azure wings on their bodies slowly dissipated and fell to the ground surrounded by golden light.
It seems that Xiao'er's ability is getting stronger and stronger, and they can no longer maintain flying status within this range.
In order to delay time, Zero chose to remain silent.
The light spears in the apostles' hands dissipated one by one. Some turned into wooden sticks, while others simply disappeared. In comparison, the hollow tube in her hand was much more convenient.
Number One extended his left hand toward her in a final effort.
She said loudly, "Help us carry out our plan to kill the gods. Even if Chen Xiao'er loses her power, we can still capture her soul and take her with us to the new world."
"you......"
Zero spoke very slowly, "You're so close to her now, you should have some degree of affection for her. Don't you think this statement is ridiculous and cruel?"
More than 900 of her companions stood in an orderly manner around her, crowding the intersection and completely blocking any escape route.
Number One was silent for a while. With the help of the apostles' thought network, she quickly figured out what Zero meant.
Chen Xiao'er could have become a god. How cruel it is to cut off her path to advancement.
As for being ridiculous—how could the statement just made about persuading a human with emotions to betray her lover possibly work?
Zero is no longer just a metal clasp on a pearl necklace; she has her own ideas.
The group of apostles approached Zero again, and her companions silently extended their collective consciousness towards her.
Zero did not reject this connection. She took the initiative to open her heart and let her companions see the "self" hidden under the brilliance.
"You've changed. No, that's not you." Number One expressed his companions' thoughts in a cold yet assertive tone: "Your current memories and behavior patterns stem from an illusion. They are the transformation of the enemy."
Number One was speaking, while the others didn't dwell on her argument with Zero. A more terrifying truth had thrown the apostles into a state of confusion: Why would Guanghui help Number Zero conceal this?!
At least 200 apostles immediately sent information to the church, informing them that Guanghui was suspected of breaking free from the blockade.
But all the information fell into oblivion and was completely eroded by the golden glow.
"No, that's me." Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Even though her soul and consciousness were connected, she still stubbornly looked into Number One's eyes, and their clear pupils flickered at the same frequency.
Is there really any difference between me and us in the past?
The apostles had their emotions extracted and their memories regularly sorted out, but they still retained the right to observe and store.
Zero and the apostle cluster exchanged some of their memories while looking at each other.
They tacitly chose the same memory—the period from birth to becoming apostles, which was their most profound memory.
Zero was the first successful cyborg, but she was not the first human to attempt cyborg transformation. Before she underwent cyborg transformation, many children had been trained with her.
In fact, the apostles also came from different families.
What kind of children are more likely to be transformed by apostles?
A warm, strong, intelligent and compassionate child, a child who understands all the cruelty but still loves life and the world passionately and vividly.
Such children are often held in the palms of their hands by their relatives or adoptive parents from the age of 0 to 8, and experience pure love.
Zero is different from them. There are no relatives in her memory.
The concept of parents is very vague in Zero's memory, as if they had never existed.
However, the technology of the technological age has not yet completely mastered the technology of creating souls, and clones that do not use native egg cells cannot master special abilities, so she at least had a mother.
Zero and his companions spent a happy childhood and adolescence.
They loved this world so much at that time.
So when they gradually understood the concept of the approaching end of the world, these apostles who would be successfully transformed in the future decided without hesitation to contribute their all.
"Even if my soul is completely destroyed, I still hope that humanity can have a happy future."
They had sworn a solemn oath.
The Church did not force the apostles to take these vows; these vows were the children's heartfelt wishes.
"Zero, the hopes of many people are pinned on us. Our happy times and the environment we grew up in are built on everyone's sacrifices."
Number One opened her arms, her faintly revived emotions making her use unfamiliar gestures. She gently embraced Zero's body, speaking to her with her voice rather than her mind.
"Don't betray everyone's hopes."
Zero raised her head and looked at Number One, a bright blue light flashing in her pupils. She stretched out her hands and cupped Number One's face.
"No, it's you who are betraying our original hope."
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