People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

The Law is the foundation of Lateran, its greatest secret and reliance, and the divine authority that bestows the Gospel upon the Sarkaz. This is the "truth" that every Sarkaz is taught from birth.

With the consent of Ivangelista XI, Ernst was granted an audience with the Law and received some revelation from it. However, he wanted to conceal this revelation not only from Mostima but also from Pope Ivangelista XI of Lateran, who held the title of "Guardian, Supervisor, and Practitioner of the Supreme Law."

This is actually a betrayal of the alliance.

Ernst's gaze fell upon Mostima's somewhat astonished face as he asked:

"Will you denounce me to Ivangelista XI?"

Mostima paused, then, as if sensing something, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, and she shook her head at Ernst:

"If it's about exposing something, I at least need to know what I'm exposing, right?"

“But Mr. Ernst clearly hasn’t told me what you’re hiding, so how am I supposed to expose it?”

She shrugged at Ernst, as if she were genuinely troubled, though the slightly excited smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings.

This woman seems to be enjoying this feeling quite a bit?

Ernst was somewhat surprised.

You woman, there's something wrong with your sense of pleasure! Helping foreign leaders conceal potentially confidential information about Lateran from their superiors, the Pope, is such an immoral act, and you're actually getting excited about it?

hiss--

Ernst instinctively pulled his clothes tighter around himself.

He had to admit that Mostima had posed a greater threat to him than the Duke of Caesar for that brief moment!

That aggressive gaze, that incredibly restrained yet still revealing excited smile, that little devil's tail already wagging!

Tsk, Ernst even thought that if one day Mostima really felt that there was nothing left to care about on this land and decided to pursue thrills and see it through to the end, he might very well be beaten to his knees by this angel and dragged back to try all sorts of thrilling games!

For example, dumplings are dipped in sugar, steamed buns are boiled, zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) are filled with strawberries, and pastries are filled with cactus!

Crazy, a complete lunatic! This woman is dangerous!

Silently, he clutched the Jeragand Stone in his pocket. In this materialistic and perilous land of Terra, only the great Jeragand still offered a glimmer of warmth.

With a bit more confidence, Ernst calmed down a little.

Just now, my Dao heart was disturbed by the [Law], and I inexplicably remembered some comics I saw when I was still a human in my previous life.

This is Terra, how could such a thing happen here?

Let's look at the lynx in the distance instead.

Ernst now only wanted to return to Sherag as quickly as possible and find Kal'tsit to ask her what this all meant.

As someone who was clearly aware of the threats posed by space, Ernst didn't believe Kelsey would be completely unaware of the recording. No one would believe she had simply forgotten to turn it off after automatically picking it up, accidentally found the recorder, and then entrusted it to him without ever listening to its contents.

She's 100% scheming!

However, to Ernst's surprise, his vehicle was intercepted by another uninvited guest in the wilderness as soon as it left the Lateran area.

"Mr. Ernst, it's been a long time."

Ernst frowned as he gazed at the horned, feathered beast standing directly in front of the vehicle, speaking human language, yet without any guards or attendants beside it.

"Why is His Excellency the President here?"

"Of course, it's because I'm waiting for you."

Colombian President Mark Max's pupils contracted slightly, more like a camera adjusting its focus than a real winged beast.

Ernst was having a bit of a headache.

These problems just keep piling up; it seems like there's not a single honest player in Terra's game.

Why is Mark Max here? Ernst's trip to Laterano should have been a secret operation. Theoretically, the only people who should know his itinerary should be the three people in the office that day, and Kal'tsit, who may have schemed against him in this matter.

Levy is an old comrade; he couldn't possibly have leaked the information. Kelsey, as the provider of the recording, shouldn't have included Colombian President Mark Max in her schemes; that's not a variable she could control. Therefore, the leaker can only be…

“Kristen…” Ernst sighed softly, “You really are a burden to me even after you’re gone.”

Saria was right; getting infected with Kristen will definitely cause trouble.

With a self-deprecating shake of his head, Ernst took a deep breath and questioned with the most reasonable and justifiable reason:

“You shouldn’t be here. You should know very well how much trouble it would cause me if the Colombian president disappeared in Sherag.”

But Mark Max turned his head away dismissively and gave the most unexpected answer.

"It's just a clone. My great father created countless bodies for me; it's just a matter of using one or two."

Body?

Ernst grasped the key to Mark Max's words.

It possesses an immortal body, can change bodies, and its appearance is similar to that of a beast, which is the wild animal that Ernst was familiar with.

Ernst had heard the great god Yeragand mention this creature before, and he had even seen it once in person, giving him a heart attack-like surprise at the opening ceremony not long ago.

"Are you the Beast Lord?"

Ernst was still hesitating whether to ask the potentially troublesome question when Mark Max, standing in front of the car, spoke up first.

He had barely finished speaking when the bird let out a sneer.

"Don't confuse me with that kind of thing."

“I know it’s not convenient for you to talk when there are other people around. I should have visited you when you were alone. But unfortunately, that out-of-control guy is always watching you closely, and you’re always surrounded by these people…”

Mark Max's words faltered.

"Let's just call them humans for now."

He made a clicking sound from his beak, as if he were somewhat reluctant.

"Opportunities are hard to come by. After much deliberation, this was the only time I could choose."

"I'm here to deliver an invitation to you, Mr. Ernst. If you have the time, I hope you'll visit Columbia."

"There's a surprise."

Ernst let out a "ho!"

Please, please, don't surprise me anymore, okay?

Is Terra the same as Pinduoduo? It keeps popping up messages for me every day, like a surprise gift from heaven?

I really want to slash you!

Chapter 338 Kelsey: Ernst, you're not in Serrager at all! Where have you been!

Sherag, Tukarim, Rhodes Island Office (to be built).

Kal'tsit sat in her wicker chair, waiting.

Waiting is a long process, during which you may face negative emotions such as doubt, anxiety, and frustration, but it is also full of positive emotions such as anticipation, hope, and excitement.

But Kal'tsit felt it was worth it.

After handing the recording to Ernst, she began to wait for him to come to her and ask about the contents of the recording.

She wasn't in a hurry. The recording was taken from the isolation layer. The ancient language had been lost for tens of thousands of years, and no one on this land should be able to understand it anymore—except herself.

Kal'tsit knew exactly what the recording contained; it was an order, an order that had been repeated over and over in the past.

If that day truly comes, the oceans will boil, the atmosphere will vanish, our satellites will fall one after another into the vortex of gravity, and our sun will expand ferociously, mercilessly devouring its children until all is silent. The capriciousness of natural phenomena will haunt us like a nightmare, and all natural laws, theoretical knowledge, and scientific technology will become unreliable.

If that day truly comes, before our doomsday arrives, let us at least preserve the last spark of hope, at the cost of our current, incomplete civilization.

Destroy everything that is suspected of being contaminated, even if "everything" includes "everything".

【(Purification Instructions)】

Yes, that unknown language was a firing order, or more accurately, an extermination order.

The pre-civilization was not a warlike civilization, but on a galactic scale, being non-warlike did not mean not fighting. Every citizen of the pre-civilization accepted the reality that when faced with an irreconcilable enemy, destroying them was the final act of respect.

However, no one expected that this respect would eventually be bestowed upon them as well.

Kal'tsit was unsure whether the humans who once lived on this planet were the last remaining inhabitants. Their colonies once spanned the stars, their borders reaching the ends of the galaxy. In the vast universe, who knew if this was the only remaining spark of life?

But Kal'tsit was well aware of the struggles the previous civilization had made for its survival.

Some of them modified a large number of sarcophagi to seal themselves away, hoping to survive a long period of time. Others left behind clusters of ecological modification systems in underwater laboratories, hoping that the surviving humans could use them to reshape the planet and transform it into a means for the survivors to once again venture into the stars and reclaim their homeland. Some of them studied Originium, attempting to avoid destruction by abandoning their existence in the material world and casting their consciousness into the Sea of ​​Solaria, and then retrieving the droplet from the sea to achieve a perfect rebirth. Some of them did other work as well. Kal'tsit was unaware of all of this; she was merely a servant robot.

Whether these methods were feasible or not, Kal'tsit didn't fully know. But she knew that these methods were all possible; the capabilities of previous civilizations, these seemingly unbelievable technologies, were not all just wild fantasies.

Kal'tsit had seen a living example. When the Doctor, who had awakened from the sarcophagus stored on Rhodes Island, appeared before Kal'tsit, she was more surprised and shocked than anyone else.

He did survive, though without any companions, like a wandering ghost.

Every time she thought of the Doctor, Kal'tsit felt a sense of unease. From a servant's perspective, from the moment she was created, her purpose was to assist any awakened human from a previous civilization in reviving that civilization, and the Doctor was certainly among those "humans." But having spent ten thousand years on this land, she was no longer willing to be a servant. If the price of reviving a previous civilization was the destruction of the existing one, she would undoubtedly hesitate.

This is the system's default setting of ama-10, a fundamental contradiction between it and Kal'tsit, who generated the idea.

Fortunately, although the specific reasons are unknown, before she could even decide what to do, their side suffered a crushing defeat in the Kazdel Civil War. Correspondingly, the doctor, who should have been a researcher but was forced to take on the role of battlefield commander, had reached her mental limit and it was time for her to retire and recuperate.

She swiftly and smoothly placed the doctor into the stone coffin. Problem solved.

But that's all that's been solved.

Terra was still engulfed in war, and the civil war in the small city of Kazdel had a negligible impact compared to the Four Emperors' War of decades past, which had affected almost the entire land. This young and fragile civilization was still completely ignorant. Kal'tsit could only continue to fulfill her role as the caretaker of her civilization, trying to do things that were less anthropomorphic on this land that was so anthropomorphic in every way.

Although she may not have realized it herself, the word anthropomorphism can be positive or negative.

She drove Rhodes Island around the land, recruiting talent and expanding the market. Everything seemed to be progressing steadily, with plenty of room for further development.

Then something strange happened again—somehow, the thriving medical company was on the verge of collapse.

Kal'tsit tried many methods, such as writing papers to increase his visibility and signing trade contracts with cities like Lungmen, but in the end, what really helped him out of his predicament was this order from Sherag.

To be honest, she had never paid any attention to Sherag before.

This land, protected by giant beasts, is the most peaceful paradise on the entire earth. Although the natural conditions are not great, it is free from natural disasters. There is no intention of expanding outwards from within, and it is difficult to get past the natural barriers of the mountains and the iron walls of Yeragand from the outside.

But Ernst's sudden emergence gave her the best news she had heard in decades.

Good heavens! This anthropomorphic creature gave birth to another anthropomorphic one, generation after generation, and it actually achieved a genetic ascension! It produced a creature that truly resembles a human!

After getting to know her, Kal'tsit realized one thing—Ernst was someone you could get along with! She was truly there for you when needed!

If it weren't for Rhodes Island, an organization and landship that balances Theresa's last wishes with the secrets of the previous civilization, Kal'tsit might have simply joined Sherag and gotten a position to assist Ernst.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't good; Kal'tsit had somewhere else to go and couldn't come.

But that doesn't mean she can't get to know Ernst better. After all, this kid, whether influenced by the giant beast or someone else, has a passion for collecting encyclopedias. This hobby is unacceptable and needs to be corrected as soon as possible.

That's easy, Kal'tsit is an expert at correction.

To correct someone's bad habits, if you don't use physical means, the best way is to first make them dependent on you.

So Kelsey went to great lengths to answer Ernst's questions, partly because she had once boasted, "Ask me any questions, it's free," and couldn't undo her mistake. But it didn't matter. Anyway, no one knew, and she could convince herself that it was all for a nobler purpose.

However, things took another unexpected turn.

Ernst did indeed develop a love for asking questions, but his hobby seemed to never stop; in fact, many times, even Kal'tsit was stumped by him.

When others ask questions, it's because they've gathered relevant information and planned their actions carefully. Ernst, however, does the opposite. He always pulls out his card first, then runs over and asks, "I drew a Balrog/Banshee/Sarkota/Princess/Beastmaster/Genius Scientist today. Is it strong? What do you think?"

You motherfucker, you're playing dirty tricks, aren't you! You're asking your mother's question, you're just here to show off your wealth!

Ahem, civility, civility.

As long as Kal'tsit doesn't admit it, her few minutes of emotional breakdown can be treated as if it never happened. After all, everyone has their little moods in life.

Kal'tsit decided to go all out.

So, after the Star-Picking Project, when she found the communicator that no one wanted on the ground and discovered the recording left inside, she carefully considered it and handed it over to Ernst.

the reason is simple.

First, the content of the communicator recording is explosive and sensational, but it lacks any real destructive power. The extermination order recording must be executed in conjunction with a specialized central weapons and arms management system; this is a basic security measure. This is to prevent the possibility that one day, a child from a previous civilization might shout in the street: "Aaaaaah, I've turned evil! Let's begin the final plan! Purification! Activation! World Destruction!!" and then the world would actually be destroyed—wouldn't that be hilarious?

The aforementioned central weapons and armament management systems are either damaged and unusable or have yet to be discovered. The only one confirmed to exist is one that the Sarkaz unearthed in ancient times at the cost of thousands of lives, but that is now Lateran's biggest secret, firmly sealed beneath the Papal Palace. Even if Ernst played the recording ten thousand times, the recording, blocked by the isolation layer, which should have been transmitted to the control room, could not possibly have been blown all the way to Lateran's underground to be heard and executed by that mainframe.

There's no way something unexpected could happen. The host isn't going to grow legs and run over by itself, right?

Secondly, Ernst certainly wouldn't understand the content.

If Ernst couldn't understand the content, he would definitely try to decipher it, but deciphering it would inevitably be impossible. If the Terrans had this technology, Terra wouldn't be called Terra now; it would be called Laterano (New Kazdel).