A journey of Shadowverse and Honkai Impact 3rd

Sera accepted this explanation and then gave Xilin a feasible suggestion.

"Then Xilin, you can definitely ask Mistellin first. After all, she inherited Cecilia's appearance, so her physical data should be similar."

"Oh! That's right!"

Xilin pretended to be enlightened, but inwardly she was sweating. She had never expected the excuse she had just made up to have such a flaw. Fortunately, Sera didn't pay attention...

"You're smart, Sera. I'll go ask when I have time."

After saying that, Xilin pretended to be relaxed and took Sera through the rest of the house, showing her the dreamlike style she had created.

319. The Return of the People

The colorful lights swayed in the sky and underground like flames. People walked slowly as if they were walking on water, and they could always see scenes different from the outside world.

The bright scene is like an angel descending with holy light, and the dark scene is like the vast starry sky of the universe, with its all-encompassing beauty.

If real dreams are a reflection of the spiritual thoughts in the homeland, then the spiritual vein land is the destination of the soul and thoughts. Because of the presence of the third node, it has a more solemn order than real dreams.

After changing into new clothes, she looked like the girl next door who was out for an outing. Her blue and white dress shone with the clearest color of the sea. After saying many intimate words to Xilin, Sera came to the spiritual vein.

"Hmm."

The familiar voice still has the same taste as before, simple and straightforward, and the sincere emotions always warm people's body and mind, making people know how blessed it is to have a true friend.

"Hey, Mr. Orange, are you doing well in the spiritual land?"

With a graceful figure, lifted by the wind, Sera leaped down from the air and stood on the shoulder of a dust giant that was over fifty meters high. She reached out and touched her good friend's now hard surface, and felt a specially created smoothness from it.

"Whoa whoa."

The huge figure responded, and its eyes, one big and one small, ignited a look of remembrance. Too many emotions were brewing in the brief words, and the girl took them in one by one and laughed out loud.

"Hey, didn't I teach you how to use magic like splitting spirits and incarnation? If you practice it sometime, you can participate in the interaction with everyone. It's all because of you being too playful, Mr. Orange."

Hearing Mr. Orange's slight resentment that he could only watch the changes in his homeland with the help of the great barrier and could not participate in it, Sera began to point fingers at him in amusement, and taught Mr. Orange the magic of creating a split spirit again through the light and shadow woven by the Holy Green Mana.

Taking the carrier as the basis and placing the spiritual thoughts on it, when the skills are crude, the spirit will be manipulated crookedly, but if the skills are advanced, the spirit will be able to come alive, as if it is the reappearance of another self.

This teaching lasted for a long time. According to Sera's own concept of time, it took two days for Mr. Orange to enthusiastically create his own clone, a chubby little mud and dust giant that looked stupid.

He waved happily to Sera. As the clone of the third node, the Earth Steel, the little Mud and Dust Colossus quickly ran out of the spiritual vein land. With the power of the great barrier, he disappeared in an instant, and no one knew what kind of waves he would cause on the earth.

"Nghga!"

Mr. Orange, as the real body, expressed his gratitude to Sera. After that, he gradually fell asleep while sitting in the spiritual land, projecting his thoughts into the vast ocean of souls and thoughts, like a guiding land god, leading them onto the right path opened up by their home.

This is part of the natural cycle. Birth, aging, sickness and death also exist in our home, but there is no need to be too sad about it. Every departing creature will turn into a wisp of wind, wandering freely on the green earth.

"Thank you, Mr. Orange. Without your company, I wouldn't be here today."

Sera noticed her progress from Mr. Orange's actions and jumped out of gratitude. When she landed, the scenery around her changed.

It didn't seem like Sera had teleported herself, but rather that the distant destination had moved in front of her on its own. But upon closer inspection, the order of time and space remained the same, without any change.

Here, the bodies of the two giant beasts rose and fell, like floating objects in the water, but they never drifted far away, but only stayed here, immersed in the warmth of the free glow.

"Such a tyrannical piece of flesh and blood! Even during the process of nurturing, it stands proud and aloof, not allowing any foreign objects to enter."

Sera felt a headache. She was clearly facing two flesh and blood bodies without consciousness and spirituality, but the characteristics of the dragon's body made her feel that her actions were treating two unruly patients who not only refused to take medicine, but also protested against the doctor's orders. It was really difficult to deal with.

If this is the case with the mild essence of the spirit, one can imagine what kind of violent collision would occur if the aggressive Honkai encounters a dragon. It would be like two active volcanoes erupting against each other.

Standing here for a long time, letting time bring numerous sparks of inspiration, and then suddenly extinguishing them one by one, Sera felt that it was very difficult and wanted to just give up, abandon the rescue plan, and use the two dragon bodies as research materials.

Sera, who couldn't think of how to save the patient, sighed and walked towards a distance. In a moment, a cocoon of light wrapped in a complex barrier appeared in front of her, emitting a gentle light.

This is a very soft light, with a warm heat lingering in it. It has a gentle touch, but also carries a sacred purity. Looking inward through the barrier and the light, the outline of a woman is faintly shining.

From the initial bit of fragile longing to the point where it can now be called a spiritual life, it is like the rebirth of a phoenix, returning from the brink of life and death. Even in Sera's eyes, such a thing is still a strange thing.

What kind of obsession can allow the fragments of a person's soul to hold on to this extent?

Looking at the appearance of the woman in the barrier, her flowing silver hair is exceptionally bright, like the moonlight in the sky. Although her delicate eyebrows are still closed, one can imagine how bright and beautiful she will be when they open. Her graceful and well-proportioned body curves can be said to be the kind of perfection that women dream of. No matter how much or how little, it will detract from her clear beauty.

Well, her spiritual transformation is not complete yet. We should be able to see her awake in a few days, maybe in October. I don’t know what kind of trouble she will cause by then.

"Cecilia Shaniat, as the mentor of Homeland, I would like to congratulate you on your return."

The holy green mana lingered on the green bud staff that suddenly appeared, and the magnolia and golden flowers complemented each other, inspiring an extremely magical power.

Like the staff of the sacred tree in the hands of the elf princess Lisa, her friend in the forest, the staff of green buds also has the ability to use the original power of the forest after it blooms. In other words, this is the protection of the Mother of Creation to her outstanding children.

The smooth greenness penetrated into her body, which was already able to withstand such interference. After doing all this, the Green Bud Staff fell into a recovery period similar to the cooldown of a skill. However, because the force was not strong, it could be fully recovered in three days.

After doing all this, Sera left without any care. Only the woman with a confused consciousness still heard some clear echoes in the disordered world, which touched some of the obsession in her heart.

320. Work diligently

The world allows consciousness to match new containers, but does not allow containers to collect dissipated consciousness.

Once a person's soul is destroyed, it can never be brought back to life.

In the eyes of a certain fool, the world is so cruel and cold that he will not show mercy even to the most holy and kind person.

However, if these words were said to Sera, who had seen many beautiful sights, they would seem a bit too absolute.

Life and death are rather ambiguous concepts. In this world, there are dead people who walk out of their rotten graves with weapons in hand, and there are also living people who are in a daze and are no different from the dead.

And if Cecilia Shaniat's scene was put in front of the fool, perhaps he would be more or less reserved for a while, and verify it with great caution, but in the end, he would also ask her with a smile if he could take another business.

It’s a pity that he could never see this scene.

In a daze, chaos, and darkness, all the scenes seem like a dream bubble. The clear echo accompanied by the magical greenness opens up a bright world. The consciousness that drifts like duckweed takes root here, giving birth to the great sound of the first green bud sprouting in spring.

"It seems like I had a very long dream."

In his own spiritual realm, a woman with a concrete appearance sits in a natural world covered with green grass and ancient trees, wearing the most natural and simple coarse clothes.

"I always feel like I've forgotten a lot of things, but...it seems like nothing is missing in my head."

With a frown and a distressed expression on her face, the woman suddenly remembered something important when the clear voice was left with only the last echo.

"It's a bit like what I imagine my child will sound like when he grows up..."

"But it seems like he's someone else's child... not mine..."

Her memory was interrupted at this point. As the woman's expression became more and more distressed, the three-character name finally fell out of her heart, forming the word "stubborn".

"Oh right, it's my Kiana!"

Her eyes brightened, and a happy look shone in her soft blue pupils. Then, the woman began to dig into her memories, hoping to find back the past she had forgotten.

Sera, who had already left, naturally had no idea about these things, because there were still at least four days before her expected awakening time in October.

The girl walked outside, and her body gradually grew up. In fact, she could already be called a girl. However, her height had just broken through the limit of 1.4 meters, which was not very stable. She needed to grow taller before entering a new age stage.

However, it probably won't be long before Sera surpasses a certain 1.45 meter tall idiot principal of Saint Freya Academy who can only grow up under special circumstances, and truly gets rid of the girl's young age title.

Selaton smiled gently at the residents who met her along the way and walked all the way home. She felt that today was a perfect free day off. After greeting her friends and chatting with them, she felt that she could regain her energy and even last a week.

In a cheerful mood, the girl hummed a light tune, and before she knew it, the mana in the atmosphere resonated with the magic power, generating various notes representing syllables. These notes floated down from the sky like snowflakes, and after landing on the ground, they melted into light and colorful snow water, attracting the scramble of the little ones in the workshop.

The wriggling black shadow bared its fangs and claws, rolling over like a prickly ball. With two eyes specially created to imitate the owner of the workshop, it looked like a pure black cat, with both the properties of a solid and the plasticity of a fluid.

The sparse lights are the gentle fireflies of the elves. Unlike those in the forest outside, they are smaller and lazier when born in the big workshop. Compared with other guys, they don’t seem to be grabbing snacks, but just coming to join in the fun. However, if they have the opportunity to play a trick on others, their ability to act can be quite amazing.

Just as Sera was watching these little guys fighting for food with great interest, the dominant figure among the little guys appeared. It was a group of spatial folds with a kingly aura. Its approach could only be judged from the light distorted by its existence.

Wherever it passed, the colorful snow water was sucked up cleanly. No one knew whether it was swallowed into that alien space. After feeling comfortable, it floated onto Sera's shoulder, rubbed the corner of her clothes like a pet, and then flew away slowly.

"Alright, all of you lazy guys, just go back to your own little nests. Seriously, you're not good at doing anything, and eating is your top priority. I don't know how you'll survive if something goes wrong in the workshop one day."

Ignoring the little guys' chattering spiritual language, Sera waved her hand and "scattered" these naughty workshop residents, throwing them all into the workshop's aisle to prevent them from touching the key core areas and damaging any equipment.

"Let me take a look at what else I need to do tomorrow."

She came to the magic hall area and sat down at the table and chair she usually sat at. Although her rare rest for the day was not over yet, she had already started thinking about the future of her home.

So, after careful consideration, Sera wrote down some of the things that were being done and some plans that were about to be implemented.

Well, regarding the dragon’s relics, the results in the relics must be steadily copied.

Well, the two dragons’ overly strong bodies… Let’s put it aside for now. It’s a bit rude to take someone’s inheritance and then touch their body.

I heard from the Holy Temple that the library that will take over the education and learning responsibilities of the middle-level staff is under construction. When the time comes, we can pick out some books from the workshop and copy them over.

The defense system of the home and the framework of the real dream still need to be improved. The entrance to the holy temple is currently being opened, and in the future it may be opened to some completed libraries.

Oh right, the defense measures against forced landings in the Abyssal Alien Space... Alas, this seems to be either the result of the calculation of the relics or the product of dragon technology. If it is to be used in the home, it must be reversed...

Sera's eyes lit up, and then she covered her forehead with her hands in joy at what she had to do, her face revealing the helplessness of having to coordinate affairs as a leader.

There are still reserve talents in our home who are capable of doing this. Everyone, please grow up quickly and share the responsibilities with me. Sera, I also want to be happy every day like Xilin.

Expressing one's true feelings is a privilege of a diligent person. After relaxing a little, Sera devoted herself to planning affairs, but at this time, the day's rest time had not yet completely ended.

321. Signs of Action

Ever since he could remember, old Ford had been living a simple life that belonged both to himself and to the organization.

He is not the kind of elite who roams the financial market, doing things that harm others and benefit himself, nor is he a death dealer who roams the battlefields of small countries, and only takes out blood-stained guns from his pockets.

He is just an ordinary construction worker, living an ordinary life dealing with construction machinery and cement plastering every day.

But if there was anything extraordinary about him, it was that he was once one of the representatives of a local trade union, often leading public opinion in confronting cunning bosses to seek higher welfare benefits for everyone.

"It's already October, and the weather in this country is getting colder."

Sitting idly in the land he fenced off, a man in a thin sweater lit a smoky cigarette in the cold air and looked up at the frosty sky.

Then he looked intently at the primeval forest behind the newly built village. His eyes suddenly became sharp as if he wanted to see something from it, but in the end, he still attributed it to the peace that belonged to the people.

Old Ford exhaled a puff of thick smoke and let the gray breath be blown away into the distance in the cold wind. Only then did he receive news from the "village chief".

"I don't know what the higher-ups are trying to do. They've set up a village like an outpost here and given us ample financial support."

"Hey, but days like this are really nice. As long as we monitor this primeval forest, I just hope that the abnormalities in the primeval forest won't affect us."

I want to live a few more years of this good life where I can get subsidies without having to work!

As one of the many intelligence personnel buried in society, Old Ford knew with his toes that there must be something strange in the primeval forest, but he didn't care. This was not only because there had been no strange situations in the primeval forest for a long time, but also because the equipment provided by the organization was really powerful.

He has twenty autonomous anti-Honkai disaster mechas, which have the firepower to win a small-scale head-on war, and are equipped with single-person anti-Honkai disaster power armor. In just a short time of putting on the armor, old Ford can instantly transform into a superman, possessing the power to fight against the Honkai beasts.

As the sturdy man wearing a brown round hat walked into the tavern in the village, a warm breeze blew on his face. Under the ambiguous light, all the villagers were sitting here quietly, waiting for instructions from the organization.

"It looks like everyone is here, so I'll explain the new instructions from the organization."

The man who is both the village chief and the bartender here is wearing a clean formal vest. A hearty voice comes out of his mouth, representing the will of the snake being transmitted in the air.

"In three days, a new batch of equipment will arrive here, along with a special exploration team. We must not only provide sufficient supplies, but also send some personnel to accompany them into the primeval forest."

"I fully trust the professional qualities of everyone sitting here. Therefore, I have selected the best from the best and listed a list here. Please be fully prepared before the exploration team arrives."

The bartender took down six bottles of wine from the well-stocked wine rack and began his delightful cocktail-mixing job. The fragrant wine flew out with a gentle aroma and a glowing trail between the rhythmic movements of his fingers, and then formed six glasses of fine concoctions.

"Old Ford." A glass of wine flew into the air, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then fell into the man's hands and was drunk in one gulp.

"Martini." Another glass of wine jumped up, but it was like a flying straight ball, hitting the person's hand directly. The violent shock caused the wine to overflow and almost spilled out.

.........

"Here, as the first director of this library, I declare to everyone the purpose of our No. 1 Library!"

"We declare that all library affairs are aimed at providing a suitable place for learning and opportunities for further study for those who are interested..."

"We will hold high the torch of wisdom and pass its light on to others who come here. May profound wisdom sprout in the hearts of all..."

On the temporary platform, there is a makeshift podium with a magic ring flashing in front of others. Below the platform, there are many residents who have come to join in the fun. Even those who swim in the water are willing to come ashore to listen to the opening speech of the library, and the sound of water vapor popping in the bubbles floating in the air is heard.

So, this is what makes the opening ceremony so unique.

The library, which does not yet have a clear name, temporarily holds the title of "first". The squirrel, the director, stands on the podium with his tiny body and reads aloud the manuscript in his hand. If you are not sharp-eyed, you really can't see that there is a director standing on the podium.

Wow!

Residents with hands and feet expressed their congratulations by clapping, while others responded with beautiful rhythms. In such a wonderful atmosphere, the opening ceremony of Library No. 1 ended.

Afterwards, the residents who came to join in the fun split into distinct groups. Some ran away to other places, as if they were going to check out other libraries that were still under construction, while the diligent people who wanted to give it a try poured into the library and began to wander around in the abundant sea of ​​books.

And in the big workshop, a young girl was quietly watching all this on the bed.