MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v6 Chapter 19 witch forest

The moment the voice fell, Karl felt as if he was falling into an abyss, and he had a strange illusion. It seems to be spinning. Like falling. And in the dark abyss, there seemed to be countless people watching him. After a few seconds, Karl gradually felt the nausea caused by the weird rotation fade away. The illusion of down-to-earth came from under her feet again. In an instant, she saw everything in the room. In front of her was a beautiful spectacle like a fairy tale. Colorful. In the airtight room of the moon, tall and short flowers are everywhere like a fairyland, but these flowers are all abnormally tall, the shortest is half the height of a person, and the tallest can generally be about two meters. The clear water flows on the ground, forming beautiful lines. And the flowers in all directions turned their heads and stared at Karl. The colors of the flowers are purple, red, gold, green, blue like a rainbow. And in the middle of each flower is not a small flower...but a beautiful crystal of the same color as the flower dress, texture and cut like a gemstone.

In other words, it was a gem.

Carl suddenly realized what that was.

That thing's... is exactly the same as the gem on his forehead.

In other words, each gemstone carries a human soul and a person's entire life.

Realizing this, Carlton felt a chill down his spine.

The beautiful flower bushes in front of me, like a fairyland, suddenly turned into a forest of the devil world. A strange hallucination appeared in front of Karl's eyes: it seemed that countless girls were entwined with vines and roots, and part of their bodies were assimilated with plants, and they were watching him indifferently.

The hallucination was fleeting. Karl regained consciousness.

"Female...?" .

Carl subconsciously apologized.

And that immature, gentle, sharp girl's voice with a strange sweet echo sounded in her heart simultaneously: "It's okay, a newborn witch.

"You carry our memories.

"You carry our will.

"You are the new witch, our sister. As the voice sounded, a hallucination appeared before Karl's eyes again. When she woke up again, she found that her body was covered with vines at some point. These vines were like living things The vines and leaves are naturally stretched out on her body, showing a natural withered yellow color like a piece that has been dried for a long time. These vines and leaves are silently formed on her body It became a long robe. Although it was ventilated everywhere, it was unexpectedly warm; although it was rough and dry to the touch, she seemed to feel extra warm and soft. It was as if her own hands were covering her body. This is... Abagu The clothes you mentioned? She took two steps back, only to realize that she was not wearing shoes. It was just two circles of vines wrapped around her ankles. But it was these two circles of vines wrapped around her ankles that made her feel She could not feel the coldness and hardness from the soles of her feet. At the same time, when she stepped on the ground, she could clearly feel the pulse from the ground. Even if Carl closed his eyes, he could still feel the general terrain around him through the soles of his feet. was moving; and her skin could feel the wind... even melt into it.

What exactly is this?

Karl didn't quite understand what was in front of him.

But that voice had stopped speaking.

"A newborn daughter?" Carl murmured. From the hallucinations before that, she has gradually figured out the true identity of that strange voice. She is one of the biggest secrets born in this world two hundred years ago, a psionic center artificial intelligence produced by the secret association "Anti Sisterhood". And on the first day of her official birth, after realizing the existence of Forty-Two, she decided to betray the witch association and offered complete loyalty to Forty-Two. And the betrayal of the newborn daughter means that looking at all the girls, she has all the information of all the witches, and can locate their positions and thoughts all the time. In a sense, the newborn daughter is equal to a smaller "spiritual tower" with weaker functions but stronger coercive power. Forty-two accepted the surrender of the newborn daughter and some witches.

But he also put forward some conditions.

He can allow the witches to continue to live, he can also contain their hearts through the tower of the mind, and he can even grant them immortality. But they can no longer come to the world to increase their own ethnic group by means of multiplication.

Until one hundred and twenty years ago, all women died of old age.

They and their newborn daughter were taken to the moon by Abaddon, and sealed in an isolated base. After that... using the technology that Forty-Two got from the God Realm, they were transformed into a kind of strange biological soldiers. These are not five ancient warriors. God's original technology, but the technology that Wa obtained from an exchange in a certain world.

Their name can probably be translated as "spreading species".

The self-awareness of witches will enter the "central" world, and their psychic bodies will become special plant life capable of self-replication, attached to the newborn daughter, and become a "one is many, many are one" special civilization. They can be called "witches" or "newborn daughters". The root computer of Moon Ooichi is the one carrying the newborn daughter. As time goes by, this computer gradually becomes vegetative, and the root system of the Firstborn Daughter grows toward the depths of the moon, and the deeper it grows—as the root system of the Firstborn Daughter spreads deeper and deeper, the more powerful she can control the lungs of the moon , to grow more defense organs and buildings.

Yes, grow. The entire Tsukimi City is part of the newborn daughter. The "sprawling species" are the strange creatures of the planet. They protect the planet, use the planet, and assimilate the planet. Their lifespan is endless, and resources are obtained from it... Of course, Forty-Two will not plant them on the earth. The only shortcoming of the spreading species is that it lacks the ability to grow across planets. They can only continue to entangle, transform, and optimize the planet they are on... Finally, using this planet as a boat, they directly hit another planet. Or split the strange planet into several pieces and drift away in different directions. This is Zheng Fu's strongest line of defense for Earth.

A living satellite—a true "satellite" moon—is like a hunting dog for Earth. In Zheng Fu's plan, if an enemy tries to attack the earth, a spiritual barrier will rise on the earth. And the moon will directly change its trajectory and crash into them. When approaching the enemy, it will stretch out thousands of tentacles, or eject tens of billions of storms of kinetic energy matter. And Abaddon is the collar of this hunter.

At this moment, the big i behind Karl opened without a sound. Light came in from the outside, but strangely, it didn't affect Carl's vision. She hesitated for a moment, then walked back from where she came from. And after she left the secret room, the door made of steel was closed again silently.

"Psionic shell, darkvision, extrasensory perception

Abaddon looked at Karl, and said in amazement: "Very well, it's kind of useful for you to do this."

"My body has witch blood?"

Karl murmured, looking at Abaddon with some doubts: "...Why me?"

"It's a coincidence.

Abaddon said casually.

He glanced at Carl, sighed, and then explained: "It may not be you... as long as you recognize yourself as a male, it's fine.

"Your self-awareness is male, so you will not be assimilated by the newborn daughter in the process of witchization. Otherwise, you may mistakenly think that some of the memories are what happened to you... This is to distinguish you from her s difference.

"Actually, it's not the first time to use a witch's body to find out something. Witches are all the best detectives, and you are just one of them. The corners of Abaddon's mouth raised slightly, and he was obviously in a happy mood with a smile on his face. : "I think you'd make a very good witch, Colonel Karl. "