Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 927: God-making Plan
"I think that the other members of the Undead Crew will only have a partial understanding of these plans. The members of the Undead Crew have lived for too long. Although the Coffin of Eternal Life can delay the mutation of the body, it is of no help in the erosion of cognition and thinking. There must be traitors within the Undead Crew. In order to prevent the traitors from knowing these plans and obstructing them, the Fool will definitely not reveal the entire plan to them." said the Hive Master.
"As for the White Coffin and the Black Coffin, they are the prototypes of the Eternal Life Coffin... but their actual functions are very different from the Eternal Life Coffin. It can only be said that the Eternal Life Coffin used some of the technology developed when the White Coffin and the Black Coffin were developed. This is the only connection between the two."
"Then Neto said that the White Coffin and the Black Coffin are the real coffins of eternal life. What does this mean?" Ke Lan asked.
"Nieto's database is incomplete because its AI has been corroded, so I deleted the most critical information." The Hive Master said, "The real name of the White Coffin and the Black Coffin should be called 'God's Coffin'. It is the most critical item in the Night Watch's 'God-making Project'. After the Fool came into contact with the surviving Night Watch, this 'God-making Project' was inherited by him."
"The God-making Project... is indeed a grand goal..." Ke Lan curled his lips, "Could it be that the Alpha Civilization thinks that they can create an existence like Him..."
A low-level civilization that couldn't even become a god's family actually wanted to skip countless levels and become gods directly... Ke Lan was already retaining the last bit of courtesy by not using the word "pipe dream" to describe these people.
"In theory, this plan is feasible." The master of the nest said, "Because a genius scholar in the Alpha civilization discovered a very special power."
"What?" Ke Lan was slightly stunned. Could it be that there really is such a shortcut?
"You know about the existence of alien gods."
"I know." Ke Lan nodded quickly, "It's other beings at the same level as Him... But the only one whose name I know is 'Flame God Cthugya'."
"As far as we know, there are about 200 to 300 known EsGods in this world... There may be even more unknown ones. As for those whose names are known, there are only a few. The Flame EsGod Cthugha you mentioned is one of these few."
"What was the name of the god who planted the mark on Alpha Civilization?"
"This universe is His territory. Lower creatures cannot call His name directly in His domain, unless you are strong enough to break this law. But if you really have this power and do so, it will immediately attract His attention... You should know the consequences, right?"
"Being used as food... or being taken in as a family?"
"No, you will be destroyed instantly by His power." The master of the nest said, "Don't think that He really doesn't care about anything. That's only for ants. If you have the strength to call His name directly in His domain, then you are no longer an ant to Him. An ant cursing you at your feet with a sound you can't hear may not attract your attention at all, but if a stray dog rushes up to bite you, you should kill the stray dog without hesitation, right?"
"Does it take such great strength to even shout out a name?"
"This is just a metaphor. The difference between Him and those who can call Him by name is far from that between humans and stray dogs, but it is enough to attract His attention. We don't know whether He has a personality, but if He does, it must be a moody character. No one would want to provoke such a being. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because He is interested in you... This 'interest' may only be fleeting."
"I roughly understand..." Ke Lan took a breath, "Then can you continue to talk about the Alpha civilization's god-making plan? What special power did that genius scholar discover?"
"When matter and antimatter come into contact, they will cancel each other out, producing a phenomenon called annihilation, while releasing a large amount of energy... and similar phenomena will occur when his power comes into contact with the power of other alien gods. Under this phenomenon, a very pure substance will be produced. This substance has the original energy of God, but does not carry the mark of any god. This is a power that can be used by humans. The real function of the Coffin of God is to transform the human body and mind, and to implant this substance into the human body while allowing it to retain human nature." The owner of the hive spoke slowly. The speech was not long, but the amount of information contained in each word was explosive.
"In other words, I have this kind of power in my body now?" Ke Lan said in astonishment.
"Rarely, but it does exist. However, in this universe, if you use this power rashly, it is very easy to attract His attention... You should ."
"Yes, this power is indeed very dangerous."
Ke Lan's mind suddenly shuddered. In an instant, he seemed to have figured out the real purpose of the Alpha Civilization's "God-making Plan", and he said it along this line of thought: "If this power is used to attack, it is indeed easy to attract His attention, but if it is used as a means to resist erosion, it can ensure secrecy while eliminating the risks brought by super-erosion... Alpha Civilization does not really want to create a god. They just want to create a person who can bear those taboo knowledge but will not become a breakthrough for disasters."
"You reacted quickly. This is indeed the true purpose of the Alpha Civilization's 'God-Creation Plan', and it is also the Fool's true purpose. Human civilization needs such a person, who can shoulder all the truths and secrets, but will not be crushed by these things, and lead the entire civilization to move forward..."
"Keep moving forward, do you mean continue to implement the 'God-making Plan'?" Ke Lan murmured, "But we don't have much time left. Even if I can be immune to erosion, I can't save the entire human civilization."
"Escape." The Hive Master said in a very solemn tone, "In front of a being of that level, running away is not shameful. The highest priority goal at the moment is to digest all the legacies left by the Alpha civilization and escape from this place. Most of the Ark people have not been branded by Him. These people are the seeds of the future. You must take them to escape to a place that has not been touched by the power of God. At the same time, while escaping, continue to promote the "God-making Plan"... until one day, mankind can truly create a god of its own, and that will be the day when human civilization ends its escape."
"..." Ke Lan couldn't help but gasp. This plan was too grand...even the word "grand" seemed a little pale in front of this plan.
When you first hear about this plan, it gives you a feeling of being ignorant of the immensity of the world. However, if you look closely, this seems to be the only ray of hope in the endless despair and darkness .
"The difficulty of executing this plan is really very high. In order to preserve the flame of human civilization, we must flee as far away from the areas controlled by the gods as possible. However, in order to continue to advance the god-making plan, we must go to the areas where the gods are fighting to steal the remaining divine power... This is simply dancing on the edge of a knife."
"Survival is already a very difficult thing, not to mention that it involves the survival of the entire civilization." The master of the hive said, "You have to know that the current progress is based on the shoulders of giants built by human civilizations in countless parallel universes... Even so, the god-making plan is still not complete. Whether it is Alpha civilization or Ark civilization, the meaning of their existence is not to truly create gods, but to further complete this plan, and..."
"Leave it to the humans in another parallel universe...if we fail too." Ke Lan said in a deep voice.
"That's right."
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Mukah Fortress.
Maginot, who was promoted to admiral not long ago, sat at his desk with a constipated expression on his face. His stubby fingers swiped across the screen in front of him, and one photo after another taken by drone flashed before his eyes.
With each photo that flashed by, Admiral Maginot's expression grew uglier, and the group of staff officers standing on the other side of the table dared not even breathe.
"Major Nicol, this information has not been made public yet, right?" Maginot raised his head and looked at the pale-faced young officer standing at the door.
Major Nicholl was the head of the Information Reconnaissance Battalion of the 7th Armored Mixed Division. The so-called Information Reconnaissance Battalion was actually a team responsible for controlling drones. In addition to a dozen technical officers and several guards, the entire battalion had only hundreds of long-range drones in the hangar. The photos that Admiral Maginot had just browsed were taken by the drones of this Information Reconnaissance Battalion.
Although he had been standing by the door for several minutes, Major Nicol's breathing was still a little rapid. He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then stammered to Maginot : "Report... Report to the general. After seeing these photos... these photos, I realized the seriousness of the problem... and immediately issued a gag order and a house arrest order to my subordinates. And locked the permissions of all drones, and locked the doors of the computer room. I... I promise that these photos will never be leaked."
"You did a good job..." Maginot nodded, then sighed, "But in fact, it doesn't matter whether it is leaked or not... Such a big thing cannot be kept secret..."
Twenty-six hours ago, the communication between the Mukach Fortress and the Ark was suddenly cut off. Maginot, who had been attacked by a heretical sect before, was like a frightened bird and immediately put the entire base into a level one combat readiness state. However, after twelve hours of alert, the base did not suffer any attack.
Only then did Maginot realize that something was wrong and he sent several mobile teams to the communication relay station between the Mukach Fortress and the Ark to check the situation, but the feedback he got was very strange - there was no problem with the equipment at the relay station, but the relay station could not get in touch with other communication nodes, either on the Ark side or the Mukach Fortress side.
It was as if a pair of giant scissors had cut the communication network built by humans on the surface of Alpha into pieces. Every communication node was isolated, like an isolated island.
At first, Maginot's staff thought that the communications were blocked. This kind of thing was not uncommon on Alpha. When the electromagnetic shielding field of a relic was activated, all wireless communications and even electronic equipment in the surrounding area would be affected... For people who have been staying in the wilderness for a long time, communication interruption is actually a very common thing.
This time it just took a little longer.
But Admiral Maginot felt a little uneasy - before the communication was interrupted, he sent four routine report emails to Ark. All four emails were received by Ark, but no reply was received.
Four hours later, the communication was cut off and the Mukah base could no longer connect to the military network of the Field Corps.
Generally speaking, routine report emails like these will be responded to within twelve hours, but this is the deadline. Reports to important military locations like the Mukach Fortress would usually be responded to within half an hour, and no later than an hour.
The only time a response took more than an hour was because the signal transceiver at a relay station was damaged by bad weather and repairs were not timely.
Maginot immediately decided to send people back to the Ark, but he sent out four groups of people in a row, but all of them fell into the sea and no news came back.
In desperation, Maginot had to send the drone of the Information Reconnaissance Battalion to the Ark to scout the situation. It would have been fine if the drone had not done any reconnaissance. When the drone took the photos back, even Maginot, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time.
Fortunately, Maginot's ability to control his expression was pretty good. Although his heart rate soared to 180 and his legs were trembling slightly, at least in the eyes of his subordinates, this large-tonnage general remained calm.
In the photos taken by the drones, the entire Ark was covered by a layer of something that looked like a fleshy fungus blanket. On the surface of the fleshy fungus blanket, there were countless tumor-like growths ranging from half a meter to more than ten meters in diameter. After zooming in on the pictures, it was clear that something seemed to be curled up inside these tumor-like growths, just like an embryo slowly developing in the mother's body.
What made Maginot feel most desperate was that the garrison fleet that protected the Ark and was known as the most powerful force of mankind, had its warships scattered all over the hull of the Ark like models ravaged by naughty children, and the wreckage of these warships was also wrapped in this layer of fleshy fungal blanket.
