Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Because he was indeed at fault this time, Otto did not refute it, but just smiled and said: "I trust someone to save me!"

Tsk!

W rolled his eyes.

I think you are so confident after using it on the old man!

W's guess was actually correct.

In reality, using Originium to activate "Destiny Reconstruction" was so smooth that Otto had somewhat forgotten the danger of this spell.

In reality, he was self-aware to a certain extent and did not copy the original structure of "Destiny Reconstruction" as it was, but instead replaced the Originium as the energy source.

The reason is simple: if the messy "foreign god problem" does not exist in reality, then he'd better not attract traffic indiscriminately; if the messy "foreign god problem" does exist in reality, then he should not attract attention.

Not to mention, Terra herself has demonic issues...

Since most of them are still squatting behind the giant door, it's better not to open the window for them...

Chapter 77: When cats think, humans laugh

"This itself is just a small wound..."

Kal'tsit was still scolding, but Otto was already lost in thought.

In fact, this is the "third week", but it is also the fourth time that everyone has come to the border and visited Hamlet.

Ott intentionally called this the borderland because he realized that it compromised both Ott's ideas and the physical rules of the real world.

In the original game, it takes a week to complete the process of recruiting new people, relieving stress and treating illnesses, organizing equipment, training techniques, continuing the adventure, and returning to town.

Alina's experience also told Otto that in reality he visited this place every other day, but the deer spent another week in Hamlet.

However, is there really a clear "time ratio" among them?

Ott doesn't think so.

To this end, he specially borrowed W's body to meet with Froststar offline, reminding her about Tallulah and "incidentally" re-recruiting her.

Since Ott and his group hadn't completed the dungeon's objectives when they last left the border, they were still in the ruins after returning to Hamlet...

This raises an interesting question: What's become of Froststar now?

Did she spend a week in Hamlet after Otter and the others returned?

"...Are you listening to me?"

Lynx poked Ott's forehead in annoyance.

Kal'tsit's hands had just sutured Otto's wound, and they were warm and smelled of blood.

There is nothing charming about it now!

Ott opened his mouth and said, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

If it really exists, why do you say so many "yes"?

"Really?" W showed a malicious smile and teased, "Why don't you tell us, Doctor, what did the old woman just ask?"

What did you ask?

We had actually discussed the matter of destiny reconstruction during the day, and she scolded me for a long time before she got distracted... I don't think she will continue to bother me about this.

If you can't figure it out right now, why not change the subject?

This scumbag will be in trouble sooner or later.

Ott pondered this, then picked up the notes on the medieval research table and said, "These ruins and that town appear to be the property of this person."

Was the previous civilization abstracted into a specific person by Ott's brain?

This is not impossible.

In the realm of consciousness, metaphors and symbols are often closer to the essence than the so-called "substance" they express.

The resurrected skeletons and those strange cultists... The old gods awaken and the rebellious flesh...

Kal'tsit was indeed attracted by the attention.

It’s hard to say what kind of strange conclusion the lynx can come to.

Ott breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself again: Ghost Shark, what did Kal'tsit ask last?

Ott then realized from Ghost Shark's consciousness that Kal'tsit had been talking about the failure of his destiny reconstruction! She didn't ask anything!

Ott glanced at W and said: "You American cockroach! Are you trying to fool me?"

The Sarkaz girl made an extremely incredible move: she made a face.

This made Ott startled: Have you forgotten something? For example, hate me?

But Otto was not stupid enough to remind W of this.

Instead, he made a face back.

Ghost Shark looked at Otto's bandaged left hand, feeling a little dazed.

Skadi looked confused and cold: What happened?

"..."

Kal'tsit had a complicated expression.

The information before me was filled with thick, heavy ink, creating a vast expanse of garbled characters. Its prototype might be some research material from a previous civilization, but...

The lynx glanced at Ott.

Now they are just some symbols that can awaken Otto's memory.

Just like the book that Otto took from the ruins last time, no one could understand anything about it.

"So... this relic, what is it?"

Kal'tsit threw the question back to Ott.

He casually replied, "For the sake of convenience, let's call this large landowner with a large amount of real estate...Ancestor."

Kal'tsit managed to remain calm.

To hide her pounding heart, she asked, "And then?"

"Then?" Ott frowned and replied, "Don't interrupt my rhythm."

"This ancestor found something interesting in the rotten aristocratic life of young men and women." Ott said vaguely.

Yeah, not only did I find something interesting, but I also killed him with one blow and 400 HP...

"He quickly shifted his interests from love and the high life to the occult."

Kal'tsit frowned: love between men and women, feasting and drinking... reproduction and luxurious enjoyment, this is the rise of the level of needs.

Could this be a reflection of the previous civilization moving from primitive tribes to the starry sky?

There are similar expressions in literature... Let me think...

Kal'tsit spun the CPU frantically.

"...This primitive man gazed at the stars for a time exceeding the warning threshold, demonstrating a deep curiosity about the universe... If that primitive man's few minutes of gazing at the universe were like seeing a gem, then the entirety of what you call human civilization was nothing more than bending down to pick it up..."

Kal'tsit recalled the work, which was a rather old "science fiction short story".

Some of the historical figures involved also exposed personal moral problems due to political factors shortly afterwards.

Lynx looked at Ott.

For this man who stood at the pinnacle of the previous civilization's mind, all the achievements of the previous civilization... were they also true?

"This ancestor's early pursuits and training focused on a technique known as 'necromancy'."

"He recruited masters of necromancy from all over the world and humbly sought their guidance."

world?

Even at the border, with the convenience of language communication, Alina and W were still a little confused.

What's this word? It's a bit unfamiliar!

"The resurrected skeletons in this ruin are their work."

Skadi nodded coldly and asked, "Are we going to kill them?"

"...From a certain perspective, that's true." Otto paused and responded.

The reason you have to beat around the bush is that you can't kill a dead person.

These masters of necromancy, after their ancestors drained away their knowledge, were soon killed by their own good students. Their corpses were then resurrected by their ancestors with their superb necromancy skills, and their skills from their lifetime were retained.

Thus, the dead were reborn, the dead were reborn again... This strange cycle continued endlessly in the ruins, and the entire ruins became a paradise for skeletons and cultists.

However, Kal'tsit was still thinking about the mapping of these elements.

Immortality and resurrection from the dead are almost eternal story themes, and the obsession with them has indeed promoted the development of human civilization at different time points and regional blocks.

"My lord!" Ghost Shark gently waved the circular saw and looked at Otto expectantly.

"We've stayed here for too long! This room is full of the smell of blood!" W also retorted.

The little deer didn't say anything, but nodded with a sympathetic look.

"Let's go."

Kelsey said calmly.

Of course, everyone knew she was still trying to figure out what all this meant. She was "indifferent" right now, except for a slightly high CPU usage.

Chapter 78: You Terrans shouldn’t meddle in matters at the border!

"Bang! Hahahaha!"

Accompanied by W's wild laughter, the skeleton bureaucrats and old god priests in the enemy team were turned into dust as soon as they showed their faces.

The circular saw hummed, and the teeth cut off the skeleton shield guard's shield and armor from the front.

Behind the armor that was split in two was the scene where Skadi had just defeated the Skeleton Swordmaster and taken back the greatsword.

The novice difficulty level of the ruins was still too easy for them.

"Seriously, using Originium bombs so frequently in a closed space..." Kal'tsit glanced at W, then glanced at Ott. "If it weren't for the physical damage that wouldn't be carried over into reality, our hearing would be severely damaged."

"Old woman! Do you have any problem with me?!"

"No." Kelsey stared at Ott and said, "The order to bomb them was given by someone."

This is also one of the clear evidences that the border area has compromised with reality.

In the game, there is obviously no need to worry about ear problems.

"Compared to you, W's Originium Bomb consumes much less energy." Ott replied casually: "As for physical damage, after the last battle with the Limp Walker, I returned directly to Hamlet, which is not enough to serve as conclusive evidence. But I deliberately scratched myself before leaving last night."

He raised his bandaged hand.

In order to treat Otto, his sleeve was cut open by Kal'tsit.

His left arm was also dressed very strangely: half a sleeve, half a bandage, and then a gloved left hand.

The tentacles that had originally grown randomly on the wound were carefully removed by the lynx, and the scratch that was so minor that it had to be treated immediately (otherwise it would have healed on its own) has now become a large and small, bleeding tentacle section...

This is the value of Asan's power. The heirs who attempt to rely on this earth-shattering and tear-jerking milk will more or less end up as unlucky guys in the cemetery.

"Physical damage won't be brought back to reality, but mental damage can." Ott pointed seriously at his left arm and gave an example: "Whether it's the spells of the Old Gods' priests or the 'aged wine' of the skeletal bureaucrats, they will place a huge strain on our spirits."

"Since it needs to be used continuously, W's Originium Explosives consumes the least energy, relatively speaking."