People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Similar to that airship fortress built with dead souls?

That is indeed a good idea.

He stood up, choosing not to hover in the air, but instead setting his feet on the ground of the city.

Kazdelnia, the mobile city of Kazdel.

One is Sarkaz's first city recognized by the land's nations, Terra's first floating city. The other is the twins' masterpiece, Sarkaz's first mobile city.

They represent two extremes, and are now heading towards two different outcomes.

One Kazdel heads to the battlefield, facing certain death. Another Kazdel soars into the sky, embracing hope.

They were supposed to be a legacy, but for various reasons, they had to be completely unrelated.

But to be fair, Nezre also longed for the era when the six heroes protected Kazdel and drove out the enemies, the era when the twins ruled, the Demon King and the General worked together to build their home, the glorious era that is now long gone, to leave some trace in this world, in the new Kazdel, in the new home.

He did think about it.

Heroes should be remembered. Even though Theresis's current choice cannot be understood by the vast majority of Terra, he is still a hero of the Sarkaz, or at least a hero of a generation of Sarkaz!

If possible, let his traces, the traces of the city they built, remain in that new city.

Hundreds of generations of history have been lost, and countless cultures are facing extinction, but the Sarkaz actually place great importance on inheritance.

After a long silence, Emengard spoke before Nertzrei.

She clutched her chest; the lifeline that had been fluttering was now taut and straight, clearly indicating that someone was holding the other end of the line.

Emengard cried out in surprise, his body going limp to the ground uncontrollably. He stammered, unable to muster any more strength, revealing a completely submissive posture.

Niecilei knew exactly what was going on.

He bent down, reached out, and, right in front of Emengard, pinched the thin thread that shouldn't have been touched.

"Don't be surprised, little girl. Fate bonds are tied to the lives of you liches. Carrion eat life, so how could I not catch my food?"

Niezley's calm explanation startled Emengard.

But what he said next made Emengard almost unable to believe his ears.

The King of Carrion gripped the lifeline, and his voice drifted from beneath the cloth, seemingly reaching the depths of the distant snow-capped mountains.

That was a brief reply.

“Copy, your student is with me.”

"She was quite polite and honest, answering all questions. Her fear of death was very much like that of you liches."

“I know her mission. I will let her bring back the Soul Forge, but I have conditions.”

"You must inscribe the names of Theresis and Theresia in the Soul Forge. It need not be known to the world, but the souls will know that they burned for the Sarkaz, and that they never betrayed the Sarkaz."

Kjerag.

Fremont sensed the transmitted message, pursed his lips, and closed his eyes:

"I promise you."

Chapter 651 Kal'tsit, Do You Know Prismus?

"Tina Lian Zeng?"

"Here!" the woman with short black hair and sharp eyes replied.

"Alyssa Cohen?"

"Here!" replied the woman with a red braided hairstyle who looked somewhat dangerous.

"Elijas Kuz?"

"I'm here."

The man with short, silver hair, who appeared more casual and even somewhat more relaxed than the previous two, answered. (3)

Ernst finally looked at the tall man whose face was hidden behind his helmet:

"So, this must be Mr. Alexander Senaviev?"

"I'm."

The tall man answered in English, but with a distinct Russian accent.

Moreover, even setting aside the issue of accents, Ernst, who listens to English and Victorian every day, has long been aware of the differences between them.

He put down the file folder in his hand. The Tin Man had already shown him the contents of the file before he came.

Frankly, it doesn't make any sense.

"Visitors from countries south of the Foehn-sweet lands," and "what they hold is not a gun, but a special crossbow of ancient Sargon, lost to time, and which no one knows about yet," and "their accent is strange because the locals who taught them Victoria have strange accents and lack the common sense that Terrans should have, because for thousands of years their tribe has never left, and they know nothing of Luke Sargus, let alone Gaul or Victoria."

Anyone with a modicum of common sense can tell this is fabricated.

In any case, for the Terrans, the Foehn Basin is a forbidden zone for life, and the cost of verification is very high. There are very few people who really care about a person's specific identity. As long as this lie is self-consistent, no one will care.

However, while they could fool the ordinary people of Sargon, they could not fool the Tin people, nor Ernst.

"I'll just get straight to the point."

"You must all be wondering about your situation right now. To be honest, I'm wondering about it too. I have no idea why you came to Terra."

"But there is one thing I can tell you, to help you understand. That is, this is no longer Earth."

Ernst paused, then slowly said,

"As you all have probably noticed, there are two moons in the sky, and the people on Earth call the planet beneath their feet 'the Earth.' The ocean is a forbidden zone, the desert is a forbidden zone, and the ice fields to the north, to be honest, are also forbidden zones. This is a new world fraught with danger, and no matter where you came from before, you will probably have to adapt to it all."

As soon as Ernst finished speaking, the red-haired woman who appeared to be the team leader—Alisa Cohen, or as she was called by her code name, Ash—stepped forward and raised a question.

It's not about questioning whether this is still Earth; as Ernst said, the two moons in the sky can't be faked. What she's questioning is Ernst himself.

“Sir, please forgive my intrusion, but you have been talking to yourself since just now.”

"The information you provided is indeed very useful to us, but before that, shouldn't you introduce yourself and tell us who you are?"

His brows were furrowed behind the ashen sunglasses.

“You don’t seem surprised by our appearance, even though you have animal characteristics just like other creatures we’ve seen.”

“Is it a snow leopard?” Elias Kuz – Blitz chimed in.

He guessed it the moment he saw the big, fluffy tail swaying behind Ernst. But as soon as he opened his mouth, Ash glared at him, then shrugged and backed away.

Ernst wasn't angry. He could see the purpose behind the other party's back-and-forth. Testing was a matter of course. The other party was testing him, and he was testing the other party as well.

Since he had been asked, he didn't hide anything and answered directly:

"I am Ernst Shivaish, the Prime Minister of the country called [Shelag] on this land."

“But the country beneath our feet, according to that strange but gentlemanly tin man, should be called [Colombia],” Ash said.

Although she felt the country should be called "America".

Ernst shrugged: "I have some connections with the leader of this country, and I got you through him."

The word “保” is very interesting.

Ashes clearly noticed Ernst's choice of words, and regardless of whether it was true or not, the wariness on her face lessened slightly.

"Since Your Excellency is willing to protect us, what do you want us to do?"

She immediately asked.

But Ernst shook his head:

"No rush. You asked me a question, now it's my turn to ask you one."

Ernst paused:

Do you know Levi Klitschko?

"Levi Klitschko?"

Ash turned his head and glanced at Alexander Senaviev—the Chariot.

Simply put, this name sounds more like a Slavic name.

But the chariot shook its head.

"I don't know him," was his answer.

Ernst raised an eyebrow slightly.

He could tell that the men were not lying; their momentary daze and recollection were not feigned.

Is it "the timing is wrong," or "we're not from the same world"?

Ernst and Levi traveled through different times.

According to Levy, he traveled to a time when the Soviet Union still existed, which should be in its final stages. However, when Ernst traveled to that time, the Red Bear had already been in its grave for two or three decades.

Moreover, their world doesn't even seem to be a world.

Of course, he did not verify this with Levy; it was merely a guess based on the "Cyclops prophecy."

Ernst pondered for a moment, not rushing to a conclusion, but simply extending his hand to indicate that it was the other party's turn to ask a question.

This time, the one who had previously flinched at Ash's gaze stepped forward and spoke:

"Prime Minister Ernst, is Mr. Levi Klitschko one of us?"

"he is."

Ernst nodded, then shook his head.

"But not entirely."

"What do you mean?"

“He is my friend,” Ernst paused, turning his head slightly to look at the [Chariot], “and a comrade.”

Ernst could not discern the expression on the mask of the Chariot, but he could sense that Ernst's gaze had lingered on him once more.

He withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and continued:

“I don’t actually want you to do anything. I’m protecting you simply because you are human.”

"We've been playing charades for so long, let's be frank. To be honest, I am one of them."

Si shrugged.

"Although the form is different, I am indeed. If you find it hard to understand, you can take it as me being in my past life."

"Since we've already experienced something as outrageous as time travel, this kind of thing isn't so hard to accept, right?"

Liu Huijin opened his mouth.

She clearly wanted to say something, but she had to swallow her words back.

Swoosh, because to be fair, it's true.

Four perfectly healthy people were inexplicably thrown into a vast desert, chased for ages by a swarm of half-meter-long crabs, and fought for ages by a group of spiky insects of different species that could self-destruct. Finally, they found an ancient village that seemed to be constantly performing cannibalistic rituals, filled with bizarre-looking creatures, some even with animal heads and human bodies—"monsters." Then, a group of men dressed in suits from two different eras led them back to a place called Colombia, but very American. There, they met a tin can-man who claimed to be their boss, who then led them to a snow leopard-man. Every single thing in this series of events is utterly bizarre.

Compared to these things, a person who has been "reincarnated" and still has "memories of a past life" seems to be nothing.

Ash felt his mind was in complete chaos. What they needed was not an explanation, but silence.

Ernst understood this as well.

In fact, if he hadn't started from scratch after transmigrating, his chaos wouldn't have been much less than that of Ash and the others.

Arriving in a completely unknown environment, encountering completely unknown people, and seeing many things that seem "similar yet different," without shouting "I can't tell, I really can't tell!" and starting to frantically draw pictures, one can be considered relatively mentally stable.

Ernst was also willing to let them calm down and process the information before having another conversation upon returning to Shelag.

When the time comes, let's invite Levy along.

It's a pity Kal'tsit isn't here, otherwise, hehe

Ernst now understood why Kelsey was so wary of Levi. Like a runaway cat afraid of being caught by its owner's friends, right?

However, then again.

Ernst still knows too little about Prism. The best way to learn about Prism is naturally to find someone who knows and is familiar with it.

The Prophet counts as one, and Kal'tsit counts as another.

However, just as Precys had said, there was a slight mishap with the former's memory. As for the latter, Precys seemed to have placed many restrictions on her, preventing her from speaking in detail, or even revealing her name.