Soon after, the items were delivered.
After hearing it all, "it" fell silent. It simply propped up its head, seemingly lost in thought.
At last, "it" rose to its feet and left under the deferential escort of the researchers, its steps suddenly heavy.
Then, in a cramped secret chamber.
Uncle Wen appeared once more, standing on the other side of "it" as though confronting it.
"What exactly are you trying to do? We paid such a huge price, made such enormous sacrifices, and now, at a time like this, you actually want to throw in your lot with Blood Moon?"
"It" was no longer confused. It sat there, facing the other man's questioning directly.
"Old Wen, do you remember how many times we've tried so far?"
The old man fell silent. After a long while, he said,
"Four hundred and thirty-one times. That is indeed a great many times, but things have also been improving..."
"Improving? You mean Paradise may have been established, but the pressure from the anomalies is only growing worse, and at any moment, everything could be destroyed?"
Unlike his previous venomous words, the old man's voice now sounded more like patient persuasion.
"But we still have hope in the end. Several elite forces have been formed at least: the Thunderclap Army, Black Snake, the Choir, and the Imperial Guard you built with your own hands... And didn't you also invent that barrier? The barrier that can block Blood Moon's Withering Tide..."
"And that requires countless human lives as fuel."
"The first batch of sacrifices is already in place. Every one of them willingly gave their lives just to sustain the final stronghold!"
"But how long can you keep sacrificing people?!"
Before they knew it, the two had descended into a heated argument.
A moment later.
"It"