Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

“See?”

The Gelnorim points to the black part of the map by hand. It felt strange that the boy's white hands were white. It was a soft hand I had never seen before in this world.

The point that such a white and soft hand was pointing at was dark, dark, and red. It was a cross-sectional map of a dark cloud that felt malicious.

The captain replies.

“Swordsman. Does this vast territory belong to the Black Pantheon? ”

“It's just a section of the tumor. Let's put it in a little more detail. ”

As the Gelnorim raises his palm, there is a gold necklace underneath it. As the necklace was arranged in a circle, a three-dimensional map rose as if a hologram were rising from that empty space.

The map showing around the Great Crystal became a giant celestial object with numerous‘ dimensional ’holes rotated.

“This is the entire map of the Great Crystal. It's beautiful, isn't it? ”

The captain had already seen a vast chunk of the Great Crystal soaring high in the sky. The giant wavering sky that I looked up from Ramon's dimension was the Great Crystal.

Around the Great Crystal, many dimensional systems were stretching out like a spiral system in a galaxy, and itself was embedded in a separate giant universe. Another universe in a flask.

You notice the captain's horror, and Tyrant's voice trembles.

[The Hologram Universe · · · Earth Union was only imagined. · · · · · · · · · Captain, these guys made it real. Their knowledge of space-time is clearly several times ahead of ours.]

Tyrant whispers in my ear. The hologram universe was a virtual space, a technology that made the world come true that it didn't exist. It was a technology only theoretically imagined by the United States Department of Higher Defense Business Planning.

What if we could create a universe without having to travel far away?

A plan to create a separate universe beyond the universe. In referring to that, we are called God's door plan. Some of them, of course, were theories that some of the geeks thought of, and they fell asleep in the cabinet without having been allocated enough money by the Department of Defense Business Planning and struggled with mathematics for a long time in the computational frame of AI.

Seeing this strange imagination fruitful, the captain admired it purely.

“So is this a specific map of the · · · dimensional hierarchy? ”

“Yes, I'll give you this as a gift first. You didn't give him any of this, did you? ”

The gelnorim was very cheerful. The captain nods. It's true that he didn't give you a map. I just told him where it is so I could smash it.

To make sure the information was controlled, the external extraction of the map had to be strictly prevented. Gelnorim said as he slowly turned around the crystal.

“The abominable inferior creatures that we learned by stealing magic began to call themselves the Manzi to ascend the throne of God. Grey Tunartoosnie Black Pantheon. And we started stealing metallurgy from our dimensional staircases. Tens of thousands of soldiers are dying every second to create that black line. The situation is too urgent to care about this little planet alone. So I couldn't afford to have a long conversation with you unless it was this place where time went differently. ”

Gelnorim smiled and drank the red wine he was holding gracefully.

“Though their resistance is virtuous. They're inherently wrong. You believe that even non-dragons can be gods? You want to steal our holy grail? But their own inferiority is what they're already showing. You can tell by the way you worship these trivial tentacle monsters. Holiness and majesty belong only to our heroes. You can't share it with the others. ”

The people of the Manchurian Temple were slaves under the dragons, as Krasus testified. Called the Monarch of the Pantheon, the 3rd generation of Dionecos had been at war with the will of the dragons through generations, and had risen up against Floraju after the contamination of the Alien Temple.

“But you great gods, why did the Manchurian temple take such vast territory? ”

If Francesco were here, he would have noticed the captain's fury. Zenolim, surprisingly, did not understand this captain's gentle Vignan.

The captain points to a wide map without speaking. Blackened areas show countless territories of the Black Pantheon. Countless plains in the vast universe have already entered their hands. Gelnorim replied without concealing his annoyance.

“It's all the fault of greedy other gods. Especially the green whiminiades that caught you, and the white Bahamas, the black Krishna, and the blue Guillia. There are eight more like him. We're in each other's way. Our fights outnumber the ridiculous and inferior Black Pantheon. ”

Here, take it. Gelnorim gave the captain the golden necklace that shot up the map. The golden necklace that reached the captain's hand melts gently.

[Captain, commencing data mining of dream information.]

It could have been a trap directly entering the dream, so I moved the data to Tyrant's quarantine server and started analyzing it.

Zenolim, on the other hand, says it naturally, but the captain sees through the illusion. I sense a fragile, vulnerable spirit that doesn't fully understand its defeat, such as Hitler, who is in a frenzy. Enemy forces were clearly strong.

‘That's a neat excuse to put it somewhere. ’

The captain barely tolerated the urge to squeal out of his mouth.

Now is not the time. Highly brain-enhancing surgeries received by the captain also included strengthening endurance to obtain strategic benefits. Lightly expressing anger in any situation is not a tactic, but a strategic disadvantage. Always be as cool as you need to be.

The captain closes his eyes for a moment and recalls a rusty iron beacon from his hometown. The way my wife and child were taking me to church. I came in for a moment and laughed at my wife's dimples, asking her highborn to take a stamp. The captain didn't want the moment he went in to meet God to be the eye painter.

The smell of flesh as she approached to kiss the cheek lightly. And I remembered John's soft cheeks as he said good-bye. Slowly, my breath subsides. Anger fades and only cold reason remains.

Now is not the time to be angry. I have to go back to my family.

The Zenolim, who couldn't see the captain's mind, continued to tell the story.

“Their progress has been slow since you recently took over Karaka Stairwell and destroyed Goya Castle. Why do you think they don't attack Karaka? Because I was blocking the way. My mercenaries have bled for you. ”

The captain silently listens to the story of the Zeno-Rim, who only talks about himself.

“So, you didn't want to call me here and owe me a favor. I would appreciate it if you would keep our enemies off the Karaka steps. Why don't you tell me what this is about? ”

“Yes. You don't have to say anything. Leave this silly star and come to the battlefield of dragons. Fight beside me. ”

“Why?”

“The reward." ”

Gelnorim stands up and flicks his fingers. The golden vessels were emptied out and the water inside. Soon the water became one screen, showing each other countless different worlds.

The dimension of the rainy waters, the dimension filled with Ore and Ore Spirits, the dimension where people with fins live instead of their ears, and the dimension in which trees bearing golden fruit grow. Each one was strange, mysterious and fascinating.

“I know. She must have given you a lot. Right? But look at all these lands I'm showing you. Lives, Magic Power, and Resources pulsing within! If you swear your allegiance to me, I will give you all of this. What do you think? ”

Zenolim leaned in like a child and asked.

What was the captain's first thought at this time? How could we not take all this and swear allegiance to Zenolim? No, the captain's the biggest promise of the Whitenides. I thought of a promise that would allow me to go back in time.

“Strange.”

Captain says.

“He promised me something better without asking for a pledge of allegiance. ”

“Yeah? What's that? ”

Zenorim bows and looks at the captain.

“I said I'd make it go back in time through that last dimension. Can you provide that? ”

Gelnorim pauses. The captain's gaze is filled with awe.

“Holy. You said you'd share? ”

Zenorim squats on his chair, exhausted.

“She's finally lost her mind and risked everything. No, human. I can't give you that. I can't have that. We're the mercenaries fighting for the last staircase, and you're willing to give us control of that dimension? Give up that kind of expectation. Humans. Don't trust the Humanities. I mean it.”

The captain briefly saw various beautiful worlds swirling around in the bowl.

“To give or not to have is like the world you promised me. It's beautiful now, but if we leave it like this, they'll all burn. I must seize an opportunity to travel back in time to that world. ”

"Stronger than I thought. It's not funny."

Gelnorim shrugs.

“If there's nothing else to talk about, I'll step aside."

The captain was a little nervous about this' Frenzied 'Zenolim blocking the road.

However, Gelnorim smiled as if he had lost steam. He never seemed to have thought of giving what he had offered.

"Yes. The primary negotiations are over. But you're welcome to come by anytime. The gift I gave you is still valid, so use the map well. Well, once we shake the information control at the whiminide, that should be enough for today. Anyway, when it becomes clear that she will betray you, come back here. I'll help you.”

The captain nods. However, as the captain does not leave, he looks at the captain. Captain says.

“You have to give me the code. ”

“Code · · · ·? Ah yes! The horsepower code of the star at the beginning! All right, all right. I'll give you that, too. Don't forget how generous I am. I can give you more than just a little whiskey. So, why don't you take this opportunity to put me on the line of faith? ”

The captain knows that many religious sects worshiped the Zenolim were also in the Empire. But he shakes his head. Gelnorim just smiled and pointed to a bowl with his finger. A complex code floats over the water. The captain glances at the code. Tyrant has scanned the password.

“I'll be going, then. ”

As the captain gets up from his seat, the Zenorim leans deeply against the back of the chair.

“Yes. I'll be a little more alone in the temple. I'll see you when I realize how hopeless it was that Whitney offered me. ”

The captain nods and gets up and walks out.

Through the bubble, you climb back up to shore. I came out slowly with a growing sensation, which was Metropolis' oppression control room.

The captain recovers from the facility overlooking Ixa. Next to him is Dr. Francesco with a serious expression.

“Tyrant. Did you check the map and the code? ”

[Yes, sir. Currently, we have updated information about the Great Crystal staircase based on the map. The password code unlocks the Magical Focus Point. We also detected coordinate information provided by the Gelnorim, and there were no signs of gamma storms around it.]

The captain nods.

"Let's discuss how to deal with the dragons once we have complete control of the Horse Tower. And we need to make sure that the jugular doesn't catch the Great Crystal."

For a moment, the captain said.

"Hopefully I can use this magical power to warp a local unit. Hopefully we can get in touch with our space supply depot."

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