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"If we use the power of the End, plus the Mu Continent whose whereabouts are unknown... could it be that the current situation of the Mu Continent is extremely complicated, and even the Thousand Realms One Vehicle cannot reconnect it to the Tree of Imaginary Numbers?"

Einstein said.

"...The end will not spare any part of the earth."

Mebius paused for a moment before speaking.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

And everyone began to make all sorts of guesses about Mu Continent.

Some of the pioneers from the previous civilization era remained on the Mu Continent, trying to preserve it, or perhaps hiding it in some unspeakable place.

Another group of pioneers, such as Velvet and others, continued to prepare and await the arrival of the current era as time passed...

Mebius and Vervière said nothing more, leaving the younger generation to continue speculating.

The atmosphere of the interrogation gradually faded.

stomping on...

The discussion was in full swing when suddenly someone rushed in.

"Um! Report, report!"

Susana's panic was palpable, and she began to stammer. Realizing that her stuttering prevented her from immediately reporting the situation only made her more anxious.

Theresa sighed, "Don't rush, let's talk about it slowly."

"Whoohoo-"

after awhile.

"I'm sorry, Bishop Theresa! And all of you gentlemen!"

Susana finally recovered.

She took a deep breath and quickly said, "The number of Honkai Beasts around the world has suddenly increased, and they are all requesting reinforcements from headquarters!"

Theresa suddenly stood up.

"Has Walter approved the support?"

“The support is on its way, but it’s still not enough, that’s why Mr. Walter sent me to ask you. He’s still busy…”

"This is yours to handle,"

Theresa said something to Möbius and the others, then said to Susana, "Come on, take me to see Walter. This time we'll probably have to empty our entire stockpile—tsk!"

Theresa frowned as Susana led her away.

"Bai Yan has really stepped up his game. What does that mean?"

Tesla asked Vervi.

"I don't know, maybe they wanted to speed things up."

She gave a casual reply, then subtly glanced at Möbius.

The latter pursed his lips, looked away somewhat unhappily, and immediately began to think of an excuse.

How do you quietly find the place where everything is dormant?

Honestly, why did they have to put that thing in the ruins in the first place, only to have it dug up by later generations?

Chapter 281 Durandal is still on her way on horseback.

Stigmata Space.

As Durandal gazed at the Saint Mark Spirit before her, who looked exactly like her biological mother, her killing intent gradually surfaced.

Back then, I wasn't strong enough to defeat this guy in three moves.

But things are different now; Durandal is confident she can win her over.

"Don't rush to act,"

Mistelin quickly reached out to stop her, her tone calm and composed, "I'm waiting for you here to help you."

"Help me? Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Mistelin nodded first, but noticing the strange look in the other person's expression, she quickly shook her head.

"Your expression changed, which means you weren't fooled."

"Don't worry, your sister should be doing very well now and is heading in the right direction."

"As for me, I hope I can take you to where you want to go."

Durandal was now filled with distrust of Mistelin.

Send yourself to the place you want to go?

Ha, do you think I can come back and settle scores with her after I've sent her away?

"Sigh, why can't you just trust your aunt?"

"???"

Durandal's eyes widened instantly.

Are all Stigmata Spirits this shameless?

Black Seele is actually quite reserved.

"Uh, is this not the right way to address someone? But that's how Bai Yan described it."

"Look, Black Seele and Seele are like sisters, and you and Kiana are sisters too, so why can't I be?"

Mistelin spoke with an air of self-righteousness and reason.

"Where is the place you said I want to go?"

Durandal didn't want to continue arguing with her about this issue, because she felt that if she continued to debate with her, she would only gradually be led astray.

So they simply forced a change of topic.

Let's get down to business.

"So, does Durandal want to go to Kiana's side? Or rather, to stop Bai Yan from doing that?"

"...Why did you help me do that kind of thing? Aren't you one of Bai Yan's people?"

Yulandel sounded suspicious as soon as she heard the name.

The opposing party suddenly jumps out and says they'll give you what you want and help you accomplish some things.

Even if they wanted to use a counter-espionage scheme, they should at least lay the groundwork!

"Um……"

Seemingly realizing that her statement was too abrupt, Mistelin also began to ponder the issue of how to phrase things.

A brief standoff ensued.

Mistelin's eyes finally lit up.

"Oh, right, the Stigmata Project!"

"Bai Yan won't actually implement the Stigmata Project, but as a rational type, I feel he has betrayed me."

"So I want you to stop him, and then I can take advantage of the situation when you're both exhausted."

Durandal: "..."

She had never been so speechless.

He covered his forehead and turned his head away for a while to recover.

"Forget it, just tell the truth. I just noticed that this place seems to be sealed off, and I can't leave on my own."

Upon hearing this, Mistelin patted her chest, as if she had finally felt relieved.

Although it still looks like acting.

"Simply put, this sacred space is special, but if possible, I hope you can break through it."

Durandal clenched her fist, feeling herself filled with power.

I thought it was some complicated situation, but it turns out it was just about rushing out.

"Is it merely a breakthrough?"

From a simple physics perspective, "breaking through" is roughly equivalent to "breaking a hole and then going out".

Mistelin clearly understood this.

"I was going to go along with what you said, but I don't want to lie to you."

So what's the truth?

"Take this sacred space with you, and then crash into Bai Yan."

"...Is this part of the Stigmata Project?"

"No, the Stigmata Project is part of that project."

Durandal felt her brain was slightly overloaded.

She's not stupid.

If you're really stupid, you'll just feel confused when you hear that.

It is precisely because I understand its meaning that a whole bunch of vague guesses suddenly pop into my head.

That's a lot of information...

Ultimately, Durandal gave up her desire to explore further.

She tends to identify with people from pre-civilizational times.

Even the worst Stigmata Project to date is still a survival strategy.

They all wanted to save the world.

She asked crisply and decisively, "How do I do it?"

Mistelin inserted a finger deep inside.

“You are the only one who has awakened both the Stigmata of Schariac and Kaslana; besides the Herrschers, you are also the strongest; you are the most suitable person to do this job.”

"Now try to awaken the two holy marks that have already been combined within your body at the same time, but be careful, this is not an ordinary dual resonance."

Durandal asked thoughtfully, "You mean, in this resonance, the curse of [Salvation] and Shaniat need to be combined in a subtle way?"

"Yes! And you must focus on [Saving the World] and transform your already awakened [Heavenly Origin] once again."

A realm never before reached, the true "Tengen".

It possesses the power of Honkai in a human body, but it is not Honkai.

Durandal believes that she needs to separate and recombine the two elements that have been combined.

It seemed a bit strange, but she didn't think there was anything harmful about it.

"I think I understand. I'll go try it now."

"Ok!"

Durandal found a place to sit down, while Mistelin watched expectantly from the side.

Within the special space of the Holy Mark, countless Forms slumber in the shadows.

If these ideal forms awaken, it won't be as simple as them spreading throughout the entire space.

Mistelin never woke them up.

After all, her mission wasn't to awaken it, but simply to ensure that nothing unexpected happened here.

Durandal sensed the other party's unwillingness to fight, which is why she suppressed a certain hostility and persisted in communicating until now.

Fortunately, the negotiations were successful.

After an unknown amount of time, Durandal slowly opened her eyes, her expression one of surprise.

"Mistelin, why do I feel like there are strange messages flowing through here from time to time?"