Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The Sarkaz and Tikkaz, the birth of the Sarkaz, the history of the nations and the development of Originium—this information is far more than just what Christen provided; it is now being transmitted and analyzed within Trevor Friston's data stream. He didn't inform Roy of this, not out of distrust.

He trusted his compatriot's character and his decisiveness, but was slightly impatient with his overly mild approach.

In the words of human civilization at the time, the things the creatures on Terra did were completely unrelated to humans. In the past, if those things happened in our own star system, they would at most earn an extermination order.

Roy, however, adhered to a conciliatory approach.

It's not that he's against it; perhaps Roy has simply forgotten some of those human ways of doing things and principles over the long course of his life.

Trevor Friston's small gesture was simply to demonstrate to his fellow countrymen what human efficiency is.

Volume 1: Chapter 291 You're welcome, my compatriots

Clad in deep blue full-body armor, Roy wandered aimlessly along the shore. His gaze was fixed on the sea, which remained restless, like a lurking beast. Although it hadn't yet launched an attack, its killing intent was overflowing without any attempt to conceal it.

This was his third day wandering the Iberian coast. With the cooperation of the court, Roy successfully blocked three small waves of tidal bores, which solidified his belief that this Great Calm was far smaller than the Great Calm that had destroyed Iberia eighty years ago.

If that previous attack was likened to the raging fury of the ocean, then this great calm can only be described as a minor disturbance. After the first wave of the Sea Heirs, which surged ashore, swept across most of Iberia, and surrounded the Inquisition, was completely vaporized by Roy's orbital cannon, the Sea Heirs never again organized an attack that forced Roy to use weapons from a pre-civilization era.

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that this means the initial generation of the main brains in the Sea of ​​Life has not completely fallen into madness, and the unmelting iceberg, as a limiting valve, can still function, giving Roy a chance to master this powerful force.

The bad news is that this small period of calm, which is far from being world-ending, means that the power of the large group of sea creatures in the deep sea has not been weakened much. Even if Roy clears out all the sea creatures that will land next, it will not cause any real damage to the group.

Moreover, if the crisis is not large enough to become a true Terran crisis, the hope of establishing the Terran community becomes even more remote.

With Rosinant's smooth back as his feet rested on, the obedient sea creature let out a neigh like a horse, alerting Roy to new enemies ahead. Roy looked up, took his bow and arrows from his back, drew his bowstring, nocked an arrow, and unleashed a STELLA! The explosive arrow swept across the sponge in the blink of an eye, striking the small group of tarantulas trying to climb onto the shore.

A group of these size wouldn't even pose a threat to the judges, but Roy had to clear out hundreds of them a day on patrol, and when they joined forces...

In reality, it's just the judge's skill in using his own words; it doesn't even reach the point where quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

But as Roy continued doing this, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the image in his mind.

"The Last Knight, the madman who roared and killed the sea, was quite cool."

Roy thought to himself.

"The difference is that I'll also be good with a bow. And I won't get punched to death by some Ursus man with a big backpack on the way."

Roy chuckled self-deprecatingly and turned his attention to another issue involving race.

Humanity.

Roy is no longer human; he is a Kuranta-type sea creature whose appearance has not undergone any strange changes. And the unmelting iceberg, according to Trevor Friston, does not possess the ability to detect whether a target is human through soul detection. What he possesses is a legitimate gene pool.

Roy's body likely contains little human component, meaning that even though he has thwarted the Sea Siren's attack and the Deep Sea Cult's plot, this is only a temporary victory. He is not yet capable of finding the unmelting iceberg to gain command of the entire Sea Siren race.

He still needs to find humans.

In the absence of other human leads, this goal is essentially equivalent to finding the doctor.

The Doctor's current location, barring any unforeseen circumstances, should be within the sarcophagus beneath Chernobog City in the Ursus Empire. Roy hasn't officially confirmed this with Kal'tsit, who ultimately sealed the Doctor, but it's highly likely to be true.

Find the doctor, bring him to the deep sea, help him escape the siege of the sea monsters, lead him to the unmelting iceberg, and help him complete the verification.

It sounds easy, like just going to the police station in the next block to get an ID card, but the truth is that even deep-sea hunters almost lost their entire force to successfully complete a raid on a newly hatched sea monster.

Whether the raid was a success or not is quite controversial. The massive nascent form did indeed perish, but its consciousness remained and gradually awakened within Skadi.

Roy would find it difficult to accomplish this goal alone, which is why he needs the Terra Alliance. In any case, this will be of great help to him.

"I wonder how things are over there."

Roy believed in Evangelista XI's eloquence and that the Queen would lead the way in expressing her support, but he did not trust the Terrans' sense of crisis.

Before them lay Victoria, its capital occupied, its territory fragmented, and its people embroiled in intrigue and deceit over independence; behind them, the Durinians, amidst widespread unrest, city collapses, and perilous times, continued their celebrations. While Roy sincerely hoped for a unified Terran society to arrive soon, he also acknowledged that such hope was truly slim.

"Tap tap—"

Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes came from behind Roy, and a familiar-looking young judge jumped out of the car, next to her mentor, Dario, the acting saint of the Iberian Court whom Roy had dealt with several times.

"Dario, and Elene, what brings you here?"

"Push up the mask over your face," Roy asked.

Eleanor's face was full of excitement and joy, while Dario's expression was more composed, but the rare smile on his usually stern face revealed his hidden gratitude and delight.

Seeing their expressions, Roy immediately had a guess in his mind and asked incredulously:

"Success?"

"We did it!" Elinie, a 14-year-old girl from Liboli, exclaimed happily.

Dario nodded in agreement, confirming, "We just received news that the international conference held in Laterano has concluded, and the representatives of the participating countries have unanimously agreed to form the Terra Alliance."

"Unanimous agreement? Alliance?"

Roy kept chewing on those two words, feeling utterly incredulous.

"How did they do that?"

Roy had assumed that, at least, Victoria and Ursus were unlikely to join the alliance.

One of them was far more interested in internal strife than external warfare, while the other had already shouldered too much pressure and was used to working alone, making him essentially an ostracist and the ostracized in all Terran organizations.

But they all agreed!

“I don’t know either. But it’s said that halfway through the meeting, the Holy Bell of Laterano rang, and the gods gave a revelation. Perhaps the revelation made everyone understand the threat facing Terra, which is why they decided to unite?”

Dario guessed. He was a devout Lateranist, and although the Lateran religion had undergone some modifications to suit the current situation in Iberia, it did not diminish his heartfelt yearning for the ringing of the holy city bells and divine oracles.

But Roy was puzzled. An oracle, a tolling bell?

Isn't this something that would only happen in 1099, during a normal international conference?

Moreover, did the oracle conquer the rulers present?

Roy genuinely felt that this was unlikely. He was more likely to convince them with physics than this.

Did Ivangelist XI suddenly become incredibly eloquent?

Or did someone help him?

"Any other news?" Roy asked.

Eleanor immediately raised her hand and said first, "Yes! King Ivangelista XI requests the court to convey to you a revelation of the law."

Then, Alini repeated in a halting, noticeably awkward tone:

"You're welcome, my compatriot. The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons."

This sentence is in Chinese.

Volume 1: Chapter 292 On Sarkaz Civilization

Trevor Friston is out?

Upon hearing this somewhat unfamiliar greeting, Roy instantly thought of his compatriot who had also lost his physical body.

Wasn't he working as a private tutor for Christensen and the others in the Columbia underground? How did he end up in Lateran, posing as a law deity? And even issuing divine pronouncements? How did he do that?

Others may not know, but King Evangelista XI could not possibly be unaware that Lateran did not worship a god at all, but a machine. The so-called oracle could only be issued by the law, and Trevor Friston had managed to remotely control the law.

Roy instantly thought of the USB drive containing authentication information he had brought to Laterano. This was the only thing that could connect the two.

Trevor Friston hid a backdoor or backup on the USB drive, and took over the law after authentication. Indeed, an AI of his caliber could easily replace an AI program with only basic cognitive abilities. The only question is why Trevor Friston would keep this from me.

Roy wasn't unwilling to bring Trevor Friston out of the gloomy underground. This was a super system with computing power far surpassing Terra and possessing numerous secrets and permissions; having his help would be akin to gaining a grandfather figure in another world. However, firstly, Roy genuinely lacked the technology to conjure a computer capable of powering Trevor Friston. Secondly, Roy was unsure of Trevor Friston's attitude. After all, he was from ten thousand years ago; given the generation gap, Roy couldn't be sure if Trevor Friston had any intention of venturing out.

Trevor Friston has now found the opportunity to acquire a second body, and while Roy is puzzled, he still offers his congratulations. At least, it means he has gained another staunch ally.

A smile played on Roy's lips as he nodded to the young judge, Elena. "Thank you."

That was enough. He didn't need to reply to Trevor Friston; Friston was now a deity in disguise, and he couldn't very well have a casual chat with him.

"fine."

Elena waved her hand. Although she couldn't understand the meaning of the oracle, judging from Roy's expression, there shouldn't have been any problems with her recitation, which was enough to put her at ease.

Eleanor took a step back, while the silent Dario stepped forward and addressed the slightly puzzled Roy:

"Lord Roy, thank you very much for everything you have done for Iberia during this time. Without you, the Tribunal could not have held on until today. But I'm sorry, there is one more thing we would like to ask you."

Roy nodded. Since Laterano hadn't asked him to return immediately, he still had plenty of time.

Seeing Roy agree, Dario seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his expression brightened considerably.

"It is like this, our mentor, Saint Carmen I. Iberia of the Inquisition, led the Inquisitors in an attempt to break out during the siege of the Inquisition, but has not returned since. The Inquisition wanted to send people to search for and rescue them, but as you know, the Punishment Army is almost completely wiped out, and most of the Inquisitors are injured and have other tasks to complete. We are really short-handed, so we had no choice but to ask you for help."

"You don't have to be so polite."

Roy nodded.

He knew Carmen, who, in a way, was the first person in the story to formally broaden their horizons beyond this land. His question to Kal'tsit, "Did this space we live in have another name before time immemorial—the world?", remains an incredibly inspiring question for Roy whenever he thinks of it.

Roy had always been curious as to why Dario was currently in charge of the Iberian Tribunal, and now that he knew the reason, there was no reason not to help. Moreover, compared to the Tribunal sending people to search one by one, it was obvious that he would be much faster riding Rocinant.

Having received Roy's response, Dario solemnly placed his hand on his chest and performed an Iberian bow to Roy, which was then imitated by Elene beside him.

Before leaving, he hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke:

"Lord Roy, Iberia respects every friend, and we will always remember your help. Therefore, we do not want anything to happen to you."

"So, if you see your teacher and find that he is unable to communicate, or has been attacked by those filthy sea monsters... please prioritize your own safety."