Sword of Dawnbreaker

”Alright, since you are so confident, we won’t say much more,” the Elven Twins shook their heads, and Lelena added, ”However, we still need to specially remind you—the nodes opened in this webway are not safe, under no circumstances should you try to extract anything directly from these streams... almost eighty percent of them flow towards the Well of Deep Blue at the center of the Old Empire, that ghost parasitizing the server matrix... although she may have declined somewhat, she still controls the most powerful ’tributaries’.”

”Don’t worry, I’ll be cautious, we haven’t reached a ’desperate’ stage yet.”

Archbishop Bolken left this remark with a slightly stiff tone, then began to wriggle his roots and slowly headed down the steps of the platform, while the treants standing with him also began moving, leaving one after another.

On the high platform built of ring-shaped megaliths, only the Elven Twins remained, along with the eternally restless winds of the wasteland blowing around them.

”Impatient, really impatient...” Lelena shook her head, sighed and said, ”Humans truly are an impatient species, even when their life form changes like this, there’s not much improvement.”

”But it’s precisely this ’impatient’ nature that allows these short-lived creatures to create countless surprises,” Fyrna laughed, ”Don’t you look forward to such surprises?”

”Well, I suppose so...”

...

At the north slope of the Dark Mountain Range, southwest of Cecil Castle, in the large secret facility ”Project 115” hidden in the mountains and deep forests, the main testing site’s cave in the mountainside was brightly lit.

The high-powered magic crystal lamps mounted on the ceiling spread bright light, illuminating countless large and small platforms on the testing site, along with the complex frameworks fixed and connected between the platforms. Numerous devices still in the prototype stage were undergoing tests and adjustments at each platform area, and hundreds of technicians were busying themselves all over the testing site, with engineering vehicles and small patrol cars continuously coming and going along the roads between platforms.

In the central area of the testing site, a special large platform had just completed its adjustments, and Rebecca stepped up the stairs, heading towards the test zone at the center of the platform, followed closely by Gawain who had specially come from Cecil Castle.

”Ancestor, we’ve finally set this fellow up!” Standing in the center of the platform, Rebecca turned joyfully towards her old ancestor, pointing with one hand to the large container and its surrounding auxiliary setups not far away, ”The technicians just checked it over, and now its state is excellent~~”

Gawain looked at the clearly somewhat overly excited Rebecca with slight indulgence, then lifted his gaze towards the nearby ”experimental unit.” In his view, a large hemispherical container was quietly placed in the central base of the test platform, and around the container, various crystal containers, connecting tubes, and neural coupler assemblies were arranged, and at that moment, the cover arrangement of the hemispherical container was not closed, allowing him to clearly see that it was filled with a thin, translucent nutrient solution, with a vast biological organ, resembling a brain, soaking in the solution.

The brain floated leisurely in the solution, even looking somewhat... content.

After watching it for a few seconds, Gawain couldn’t help but mutter, ”No matter how many times I look... what Beltira concocted is still so bizarre...”

”Actually it’s not so bad, I was startled when I first saw it too, but after seeing it many times, I feel quite used to it,” Rebecca scratched her head, showing a simple and radiant smile on her face, ”Moreover, these servobrains are actually quite interesting; the more you interact with them, you might even find them a bit cute—they’re diligent and sensible creatures, whether it’s computational tasks or exercise requests, they obediently comply...”

”I find the concept of brains functioning as computational hosts which suddenly jump out of their slots to engage in exercise itself weird enough...” Gawain couldn’t help but rub his forehead, ”But since you all can accept this ’style’, it’s fine then.”