novelhk Chapter 101 Fate Cannot Be Decided
Chapter 101 Fate Cannot Be Decided
Chapter 101 Fate Cannot Be Decided
"Xiao Mo is gone."
In the round-table hall, Artoria sat at the head of the table and sighed.
She was flanked by Knights of the Round Table, some of whom were from the previous generation and had not betrayed her, as well as those who had been newly selected.
The round table was full of people, but the seat closest to her was empty; it was Mordred's seat.
It has been more than half a year since we last discussed the uses of lotus seeds.
That period felt like yesterday to Artorina.
This is a common mentality among immortal beings; half a year is indeed not a long time for her.
Artorina stared at the empty seat for a moment, then turned her gaze to the pages of a book in her hand.
This was what Modi left her before he left. It contained a wealth of valuable knowledge and information from that wet brain.
Simply touching the pages of a book with your mind is enough to extract the knowledge within; it's incredibly convenient.
"Why haven't I seen him take this out before? Never mind, let's see what good stuff is on the pages first."
Artorina put her doubts aside, extended her mind, and touched the pages of the book.
She absorbed the massive amount of information without even flinching.
Although she usually behaves more like a human than a god, the divine fire within her cannot be faked.
With the help of the divine fire, she digested this information in no time.
An alien colony ship? I see... ::
The pages of the book record many technologies of the alien civilization, all of which originated from that wet brain.
During its lifetime, it served as a scientist in that civilization and knew a great deal.
With the divine fire burning fiercely, Artoria used its powerful predictive abilities and the information she obtained to formulate a future development plan for Avalon.
If things proceed according to plan, Avalon will head in a completely different direction.
Mordred, I will transform Avalon into a true utopia.
I will prove that my path is the right one.
Artoria sheds her gentle exterior and dons the crown of ambition.
All the knights were immediately invigorated, as if they were witnessing the return of the Red Dragon King.
The sleeping Red Dragon King has truly awakened, and Avalon, this ancient kingdom, has been revitalized.
Guided by the will of the ancient gods, it embarked on a path of steel, fire, and smoke.
The red dragon's inextinguishable flames will burn away all enemies in its path.
The first to be affected were the old nobles and the knights who refused to change.
As the Red Dragon's fire spread rampantly within Avalon, no one outside knew that the end of the Cold War had quietly arrived.
Unlike the original historical trajectory, due to someone's actions, the remains of the Lord of the Demon Tower were scattered in various places, and many countries and organizations found these things.
This article led to tremendous changes in the world.
On the other side of the ocean, within the Red Bear, a coup d'état is quietly unfolding.
A man named Yuri distinguishes himself from the soldiers by discovering the starship wreckage and by developing his own sudden psychic abilities.
He persuaded Gotthard to establish the Mind Department, and then, together with a high-ranking official named Romanov, ousted Gotthard from power.
After Romanov came to power, he immediately overturned many of Gotu's reforms and significantly expanded the military.
At the same time, he also cooperated with Yuri's mental health department to incite ideological conflicts between the public and the free world, and to stir up hatred towards the free world.
The red bear is stirring, while Yuri, the mastermind behind it all, continues his plans in the shadows.
Other people are hell; there's always a thick barrier between people's hearts, and humanity can never truly understand others... unless that barrier is broken down.
Yuri stood on the experimental field, gazing up at the tower in front of him, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.
For more than two years, he has been researching psychic abilities and starship wreckage.
To achieve this, he exhausted his already sparse hair, leaving his head completely bald, giving him the hairstyle of a powerful man.
But he believes it was all worth it and has never regretted it.
Ultimately, by using the technology he developed through reverse engineering, combined with his research findings on psychic abilities, he successfully created a device.
"I call it a beacon of the soul."
Yuri introduced his masterpiece to Romanov.
"The brain is a complex structure, and for most people it is just a prison, surrounded by hormones, useless desires and trivialities."
But for us? It's nothing more than a collection of hundreds of billions of neurons, a lump of clay that can be molded.
By using mental beacons, we will dismantle the enemy's mind, rewriting their will through the synapses of their brains.
Yuri's voice was deep, slightly hoarse, and possessed an indescribable charm.
Romanov was so engrossed in his explanation that he completely missed the cunning glint in his eyes.
This is also my weapon to break down barriers between people's hearts, my tool to connect people's hearts, and everyone will surely understand each other and unite under the same will.
It's time for the infighting among humans to end; this world doesn't need a second voice!
Yuri clenched his fist inwardly, a raging fire burning within him—his anger, his resentment, and his ideals.
On the continent of Europe, a man named Siegfried awakens from a dream.
A red dragon shadow flashed past his eyes, and the sound of metal roaring seemed to linger in his ears. He realized that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and when he tried to recall the dream, he found that it had already vanished into nothingness.
All I remember is the smell of rust and gunpowder, and the smog that shrouded the world.
"Damn it, could I be under some kind of spell?"
As a former director of the Global Anomalies Alliance, he knew a lot about the dark side of the world.
Unfortunately, with the disintegration of the Global Anomaly Alliance, he has not been in contact with that world for a long time.
For the past two years, he has been busy with another thing: studying starship wreckage.
Few people know that he worked with Einstein and made significant achievements in physics.
Perhaps because of that strange dream, Siegfried recalled many things from the past, including that professor and the research materials he had sealed away in his later years.
These materials are related to time-space technology.
The professor believed that interfering with time was an extremely dangerous thing, so the data was sealed away.
The encryption method used for the data was extremely complex and difficult to crack, and he respected their wishes and did not attempt to do so.
"Why did I think of these old things?" Siegfried patted his head, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.
Those documents will most likely never see the light of day again.
Unless, some extreme situation arises in the world that forces him to unblock them in order to defend the entire free world.
Because of the strange dreams, Siegfried couldn't sleep no matter what he did, so he simply continued with his project.
He has been sleeping at the research institute lately and has hardly left.
Siegfried was constantly calculating in his mind as he flipped through the data he had retrieved from the starship wreckage.
Amidst the collision and interweaving of various formulas and the vast sea of data, a flash of inspiration struck him. He paused, immediately grabbing paper and pen to jot down this moment of inspiration.
Some time later, he formally proposed the "weather controller" project, which was approved by senior management.
This is a device that can control thunderstorms.
If successful, it will be a reliable guarantee and safeguard for the European Union amidst the shadow of the Cold War.
Although the professor believed that technology should be used for peaceful purposes, he held the opposite view.
I firmly believe that the militarization of technology to defend the free world is necessary.
Siegfried looked at the design drawings, his conviction growing stronger.
Professor, I will prove it.
Across the ocean, in the Amelikan Federation, similar changes were taking place.
More than two years ago, federal officials dug deep and finally found some of the wreckage.
Through reverse engineering of the starship wreckage, they have achieved many results.
New technologies bring new opportunities and give rise to new desires. In the eyes of scientists, this means another step forward for human civilization.
In the eyes of politicians, this means a chance to win the war.
Due to the coup attempt by the Red Bear and the development of the Eastern superpower, international disputes have intensified in the past two years, and more and more people feel that a storm is brewing.
The Cold War is showing signs of ending, and it may be replaced by World War III.
As the leader of the free world, the Federation made the same decision as its old rival.
Expand the military.
The Federation is putting in a lot of effort not only in the military, but also in the area of supernatural powers.
With the dissolution of the Global Anomaly Alliance, Amelikan received a large amount of related data, equipment, and personnel.
In order to gather more relevant information, the authorities not only conducted a series of experiments, but also organized several secret operations.
This land, where religion was already prevalent, truly lived up to expectations, uncovering many secret societies with genuine expertise.
The vast majority of reports came from Weston, a place the federal government remains tight-lipped about.
One piece of intelligence caught the attention of the authorities.
"Mormontis, the ace investigator of the Global Anomaly Alliance, once went to the town of Korwick, deep in the Black Forest, to investigate whether the Gates of Hell existed?"
"Yes, that's what the intelligence says. He has never appeared since then and has been classified as missing by the Global Anomaly Alliance."
"Having been missing for so long, they're probably dead by now. Besides, wasn't most of the Black Forest razed to the ground?"
"You can't say that. That investigator is very capable; he might still be alive."
As the two intelligence officers were talking, in Weston, where the town of Orlando was originally located, a strange force suddenly appeared, accompanied by a dazzling blue light.
This unit's insignia is similar to that of the federal army, but its equipment looks more advanced.
They crowded around a huge, futuristic-looking device. Inside the device, a blond man asked:
"Did it work?"
The engineer looked at the equipment and nodded excitedly. "President Donald, we succeeded! It's 1989 now!"
Upon hearing this, Donald secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious.
He waved his fist, taking the opportunity to boost morale:
"Fellow warriors of Amelikan, our plan has been initially successful. We have returned to 1989 via the Chronosphere."
The Cold War was not over, the riots in California had not yet occurred, and more importantly, the Red Dragon disaster had not yet occurred.
"Without the haze shrouding the Federation, there's still time. We still have a chance to protect the Amelikan Federation!"
Upon hearing this impassioned impromptu speech, all the soldiers following him snapped to attention and shouted in unison:
"We swear to follow the President to the death! Long live the President!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
After clenching his fists a few times, Donald calmed himself down and silently reviewed the next steps of his plan.
First and foremost, he needed to seize power; he had to take control of the federal government as quickly as possible.
Only in this way would he have time to deal with the "seven-headed, ten-tailed red dragon" and the Blood Navy Legion under the demon.
"Commander-in-Chief, something seems off."
The engineer suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"According to drone reconnaissance, the area around us in Weston appears to be a wasteland."
Is that true?
Donald frowned. He remembered that nothing had happened in Weston during this time, so how could there be a pile of ruins?
To find out what was going on, he sent out more people to investigate, but the results shocked him.
The area surveyed was deserted and desolate, with only ruins remaining, as if it had been plowed over by something.
The entire unit fell silent.
What they didn't know was that they had arrived in the wrong timeline.
Because of their arrival, those ancient beings hidden behind the veil are gradually awakening beneath the sea, above the sky, and deep within the shadows of the earth. The gates of hell are silently emerging, and alien demons are quietly reaching out their claws.
Donald did not know that those who play with time will inevitably be played with by time.
But he will eventually understand that the will of Heaven, woven from countless chaotic threads, is beyond comprehension.