People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He abandoned his weakness here, because it was an opportunity that "Treasure" had risked his life for, the result of Precys and his efforts, and the hope of mankind. He could no longer hesitate!

Be firm, and sometimes, some things will be much easier to handle than you think! Understand?

The admonition has turned into fragments of memory, hanging high above the wheat field.

The final result was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

He only acted ruthlessly once in his life, and in the end, he came to only one conclusion—he still wanted everyone to live.

Theresa figured it out.

She was a clever Sarkaz, and the Terran native with the deepest understanding of the [preservation of civilization], and she perceived the prophet's true intentions.

She made a very bold decision!

"This is my little revenge!"

She said.

The prophet did not stop it.

As the saying goes, if you feel lost and wavering, try looking back at the path you came from.

How does that sentence go?

right!

Only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve your goal!

Where was his original intention? What was his original intention? He himself didn't know anymore. He had been cowardly, ruthless, strategizing, and shutting himself in. He used the gray nail to force himself to firmly carry out the plan, but he also felt a deep disgust for sacrifice.

How can he distinguish which one is his true transit group?

He thought of a good idea!

If we can simply discard all distracting thoughts, eliminate the anchoring effect of the gray matter nails on our consciousness, brush away all the dust called memory, and think with the original, factory-set attitude, then we can find our "original intention," right?

He remained consistent, and if this helped him find the answer, then it wouldn't be a waste of the "treasure's" reminder!

So he returned the gesture by grasping Theresa's hands.

The sarcophagus lies beneath the core of Chernobog.

The unrest came faster than expected.

The infected assassination of Ernst was like the starting gun before a race; as news of the [sarcophagus] spread like wildfire, the unrest in the city escalated even further.

the reason is simple.

The inner guards revealed the location of the stone coffin to the infected through channels within the city, and claimed that it could cure Oripathy.

He also revealed to Grand Duke Baikal, through Viscount Kerke, the immense benefits of the unknown energy source of the sarcophagus, and pointed out that the massacre at the sarcophagus research institute in Chernobog was perpetrated by the Fourth Army. The Fourth Army and the Third Army already had friction with each other.

The already riotous infected began attempting to storm the core area, searching for a glimmer of hope.

Grand Prince Baikal also realized that the time was ripe and eagerly brought his troops to the city gates. At the same time, he prepared to seize the sarcophagus, determined not to let the information about the sarcophagus be exclusively possessed by the Fourth Army.

The Inner Guard brought news from Fyodor that the Central Army Group had arrived in Chernobog and was ready to provide support at any time. The Inner Guard was also prepared to act swiftly should any of the Grand Duke Baikal, the Infected, or Marquis Boris become restless.

A riot is imminent!

Ernst followed Kal'tsit to the sarcophagus.

The surface of the stone coffin is cold and smooth. Tens of thousands of years have passed, a period that even the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields cannot describe, yet not a single mark has been left on the stone coffin, which is enough to show its sturdiness.

As Kal'tsit said, this is just a "home rehabilitation and recuperation device".

The real high-end goods are displayed there by the [Preserver].

Thornster was a little nervous for a moment.

"Kal'tsit, what do you think Terra's future will be like if the prophet awakens?"

Kal'tsit opened her mouth, organizing her thoughts, just as she was about to answer, when Amiya spoke first:

"The doctor is a very good person! With his help, this land will definitely become a better place!"

A good person?

Ernst nodded silently.

"For the peace and tranquility of Terra."

"Rise from the coffin, Doctor!"

Chapter 926 Innate Model Worker's Holy Body!

[Beep, your hibernation has been interrupted]

To restart the hibernation period, please reset the hibernation time. The TB-80 Home Health and Wellness Therapy Device welcomes your next use.

An announcement in an unknown language rang out, a sweet female voice like that of a beautiful flight attendant, reminding the ghosts wandering through time that it was time to wake up.

The surface of the stone coffin began to glow faintly. The pale blue light cut the smooth, flat top of the coffin into regular, small, blue-glowing cubes, like tangents. Then, the cubes began to blur, overlap, and finally slowly dissipate in a way that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

A short while later, the inside of the stone coffin was revealed to everyone.

A gaunt, bony hand slowly emerged from the shadows of the stone coffin. It was devoid of any color, and the veins and veins seemed to be visible through the skin, as if it had suffered some inhuman torture.

Amiya rushed forward almost immediately and grasped the hand. The girl's warm hands tightly held the withered palm, her voice trembling slightly:

"Dr. Bo! Hand!"

"Doctor, my hand, hold my hand tightly!"

"Doctor, Doctor, are you alright?"

After several unanswered calls, Amiya turned around, somewhat at a loss, and looked at Kal'tsit and Ernst.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, is the Doctor alright? He clearly grabbed my hand just now! Why, why hasn't he woken up yet? What should we do?"

Ernst stared at the pale hand that looked no different from a dead person's, and his suspicious gaze also fell on Kal'tsit.

If Kal'tsit wasn't lying, this thing should be a [Rehabilitation and Wellness Device], right?

But look at that thin, bloodless hand. Did your rehabilitation therapy device produce a skeleton?

Kal'tsit's divine billion 0≈綺《六9咦娰—÷腫，转：情有所复有点复，细看下又还有点尴尬。

"I didn't have much time at the time."

Ernst understood immediately.

He said that the sarcophagus under Chernobog is the biggest secret of the city. Even Ernst had to go through a lot of trouble to get in. He had to keep Marquis Boris busy and lure Grand Duke Baikal's army to the city gates before he could break through the outer defenses with the help of the inner guards. What level is Kal'tsit? Did she drive a Mon 3 TR and come in without any trouble?

That's highly unlikely, otherwise there would have been rumors about Chernobog long ago.

"When I approached Sergei, we were indeed not well prepared."

She lowered her head.

Aside from Marquis Boris, Sergei was the only person in the entire Chernobog who had the right to privately access the sarcophagus. This was because he was the current head of the sarcophagus research institute and had this research need.

But that person was cowardly, timid, and foolish. He had already exhausted all his courage to help Kal'tsit enter the location of the sarcophagus once. How could he possibly help Kal'tsit provide the various nutrients she needed for hibernation?

To put it bluntly, the doctor actually survived for more than two years, almost three years, without any nutritional support, relying solely on the remaining nutrients from the life support device inside the stone coffin!

Ernst frowned.

He suddenly understood where Precyth's dissatisfaction with Kal'tsit came from.

Given the high level of morality in previous civilizations, how could they have created such an abstract figure as Hakimi?

"I will tell Precys about this."

Kal'tsit shivered, but still didn't dare to speak.

Ernst turned his head to look at the silent, spectator-like center-back: "Three."

"Do you have any medical supplies or anything? We might need to perform emergency treatment."

"Kal'tsit, you'll be the one to perform the surgery. There's no other option right now, so you'd better not try anything funny."

This guy is supposed to help me withstand the pressure. If you ruin him, where am I supposed to find such a top-notch stress-resistant body?

Kal'tsit nodded quickly:

"Of course, I'm sure."

"Well"

Before she could finish speaking, a muffled groan interrupted her. Ernst coughed lightly and glanced at Kelsey again.

It's hard not to think that it was you who woke the professor up by speaking!

Kal'tsit blinked, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Amiya's surprised voice followed immediately:

"Doctor, you're awake! That's great! Don't move yet, Doctor, your body hasn't fully adjusted."

"PhD?"

Her azure eyes flickered as they met that bewildered gaze.

"who are you?"

Despite the fact that it was an unknown language, Amiya understood what he meant.

The emotions conveyed by those bewildered eyes reached Amiya's heart through the theme of "the survival of civilization."

The fourteen-year-old girl suddenly choked up.

Even though Kal'tsit and Ernst had warned her that the Doctor had lost her previous memories, Amiya still felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it were about to convulse, when she heard her former saviors and family members who had traveled with her from Rembiton to Rhodes Island looking at her with such unfamiliar eyes.

But the next second, she forced a smile:

"Doctor, I am Amiya, this is Mr. Ernst, and that is Dr. Kal'tsit!"

"We've come to rescue you!"

"Then who am I?"

A somewhat weak, neutral voice rang out again. His learning speed was astonishing. This time, when he spoke, he used the language Amiya had spoken. However, the one who answered was no longer Amiya, but Ernst, who had already walked to the sarcophagus.

"You are a prophet."

"Terra's King of Stress, the doctor of Rhodes Island, the scientist of the ancient civilization, and my half-brother."

His eyes gleamed with surprise. He reached out and took Amiya's and the Doctor's hands, then supported his back, gently lifting the somewhat thin figure from the stone coffin.

The doctor's body emitted a series of terrifying creaking sounds, and his muscles and bones, which had not been used for a long time, cracked under the strain. Fortunately, however, no pain was visible on his face.

His gaze was fixed on the young man with animal ears in front of him, his lips trembling as if he were hesitating about something.

Amiya gently tugged at the Doctor's hand, but the Doctor showed no intention of looking away, causing Amiya to pout slightly.

Ernst certainly noticed the Doctor's gaze, which was full of resentment, longing, and yearning, as well as Amiya's subtle movements.

You two are not normal.

What kind of look is that?! Never seen a snow leopard before?

And you, at such a young age, you're already so jealous, showing signs of favoring daughters!

"who are you?"

The doctor finally spoke, his voice tinged with doubt.

"you know me?"

Ernst hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"So we know each other."

"Don't be confused. You have plenty of time to slowly recall everything from the past. It doesn't matter if you can't remember, because you won't be the one getting punished anyway."

As he spoke, he glanced at Kal'tsit again.

Kal'tsit is numb.

She has never been so sweet and gentle.

In the past, she would have retorted with, "How arrogant you are, Mr. Ernst."

But now, facing Ernst, she could only manage a soft, hesitant reply: "How aloof you are, Lord Ernst~"

Insulting someone can sound like you're being coquettish.