"Do your best, doctor, but I ask that the warrior's vital signs be strictly monitored after the first aid is over, put him in a high-risk target for observation and wait for review by the interrogator. I know what you want to say, doctor, he is also my brother, but we must be vigilant in the face of witchcraft, even if it is cold-blooded to do so. Even if the emperor personally helps us, we must be mentally prepared."

Wanda Maximov obviously did not know that the little help she provided made the sergeant of the First Secret Regiment very uneasy. For her, this was just a flash of scenes, and similar situations took turns to her eyes. At first she also provided some help with interest, such as filling water bags for travelers in the desert and sending peace to farmers struggling in hardship and poverty. Compared with the glamorous lives of middle-class or hereditary rich people in big cities, she was more concerned about the lives of ordinary people struggling on the line of food and clothing.

Her own experience and the mercy given by the emperor's education made her always focus on the sufferings in the world. However, when more and more sufferings and sorrows were presented to her, she felt tired even with her mind. Compared to joy and beauty, these pains were too much, which made people breathless. She began to wonder what her teacher should do to make these people live a life that no longer worry about food, warmth and family, and whether that great ideal was just a layer of colorful oil film called ideal floating in this painful world, which was incompatible with the water surface called reality.

Imagine. She thought to herself, imagine with that familiar and calm voice.

Imagine a vast ocean that is sometimes calm and sometimes wild, with endless changing islands and reefs rising and falling on the sea, symbolizing the mind of everyone on the vast ocean of the collective subconscious. Countless deadly predators lurking under the sea, wandering in the waves, trying to bite her ankle and drag her into the dark trench. Imagine, she thought, with her familiar and calm voice. She glimpses of a grand palace erected on a largest island, she imagines herself stepping onto a solid rock, allowing the lush, dew-filled soft grass to cover her ankle, and the gray-white cliff walls are under the impact of the waves.

A sense of security is born from order.

"The most important function of the planetary defense system is not to resist attacks at the material level. The first generation of supreme mages have long known that the real terrible thing in the external dimension is not an attack visible to the naked eye, but a pollution to the human heart. Even ordinary people who do not have talent will be polluted by the filthy energy, causing their mind to be distorted and fall into madness."

Master Daniel chanted a spell, and the orange-red sparks bursting at his fingertips drew an extremely complex geometric figure in front of him. The rings made of orange-red sparks slowly rotated on his wrist. The characters from the ancient civilization on Earth frequently flickered, leaving behind the smell of ozone from the psychic static electricity.

"If you want to manipulate this system, you must face the creatures protected by the planetary defense system. Kamataj will not pray for human gratitude, because what we do is not to block, but a future that ordinary people cannot understand. I believe you must have heard a passage. When we become secret mages, we are destined not to look at all from the perspective of ordinary people being shaped by specific historical stages. Skin color, race, cultural identity, and wealth class, all of this should be abandoned. The only thing that should be preserved is the objective fact that being humans and contributing everything for the human race continues. This is also the only ideology of Kamataj. It is also the only truth that the Supreme Master first taught him, teach us, and teaches countless Kamataj secret mages for thousands of years, because this is an unbreakable and undeniable fact."

Master Daniel didn't know if Wanda Maximov could hear him. He could only see the slight distance between the latter's fingertips and the Ago Motorcycle Eye, scarlet lightning pierced the air.

"No, don't attack them. They surrendered," said Wanda Maximov.

Tatiyana frowned, and her raised palms were never let go. There was an intuition telling her that it was a mistake to directly order attacks those psychics who had walked down the ladder, but she could not tell the source of this intuition. The conflict between belligerent psychology and reason made her frown.

"Lock them and stay alert." Tatiyana blinked. The tactical data board clearly shows that there is a dangerous target Baron Modu among the psychics walking down the ladder. The battlefield feedback brief shows that the dangerous target Baron Modu has not exerted much power, but Tatiyana knows that it is because the emperor and the Imperial Guards are the target of attack. Many psychic battles are not something that ordinary people like them can see, not to mention that Baron Modu has not surrendered now, and this target is still dangerous. She feels that the fighting sisters behind her turn to her confusing eyes, but Tatiyana still decides to believe her inexplicable intuition. Even if this decision is wrong, she will tell other sisters her intuition and accept punishment.

"Prepare the shackles and psychic suppressors. If Baron Modu resists law enforcement, we have the right to kill them."

"He is against the Emperor."

"Sisters of Talia, execute the order, or give me your ammunition."

Wanda Maximov pushed open the palace gate and walked into the hall.

She was surprised to find that the interior decoration of the palace was almost the same as the hall where the planetary defense system was located, whether it was the relief engraved on the wall that praised the achievements of Ago Motorcycle and its disciples, or the gems inlaid with the sun, moon and stars on her head. When she began to suspect that this was just a projection of memory, she denied this possibility herself. Her subconscious mind realized that the interior space of the hall was very different from the volume of the external space, but she did not have time to pay attention to such details - she subconsciously followed the ground

As the blanket moved forward, there was a semi-spherical hall at the end of the hall. On the pulpit in the center of the hall were golden Ago Motorcycle Eyes. Wanda Maximov blinked and saw several blurry figures near the Ago Motorcycle Eyes, as if pencil graffiti were flashing in the air and making constant sounds. She was pushed by subconsciously, overlapping with a blurred red figure and touching the magic weapon. Lightning burst out between the golden shell of Ago Motorcycle Eyes and her fingertips.

It seemed as if it had been a long time since the Imperial Guard Amphitraïon heard Wanda Maximov's exhalation.

"I will see, I've seen."

Wanda Maximov was out of focus and stared at the void. The Imperial Guard Affitriun held the battle halberd tightly, and Master Daniel also placed his vigilant eyes outside the rotunda. Even creatures like the Imperial Guard who do not have the talent for psychic energy can feel the moment when Wanda and Ago Motorcycle Eye, the planetary defense system are connected, and the noise screams coming from behind the curtain of reality. Although they are close at hand, they cannot find the source of sound. The feeling is like the change of air pressure felt by the eardrum, as if countless pairs of invisible claws scratching the cerebral cortex.

"I saw him," said Wanda Maximov, "Come to me!"

"Don't be distracted, don't talk to any voice behind the curtain!" Master Daniel rushed over in a hurry, "There are only lies behind the curtain!"

"Back, Mage Daniel!"

The blade of the garrison spear slashed straight down, almost pressing against the forehead and nose of the mage Daniel, and fell to the latter's neck. The precise control of the combat distance by the guard Amphitrayon was shocking, but the mage Daniel was not mentally praised such a peak skill, because Wanda Maximov made the biggest mistake. Daniel did not even have the heart to maintain the protection spell to protect Wanda Maximov's mind.

"Please back, Wanda Maximov knows what he is doing."

"She is talking to the existence behind the curtain."

"I believe she knows what she is doing. This is her mission." The guards Affitriun still remained motionless, but put away the blade. Just now it was just to stop Master Daniel from making extreme actions. Now the latter has calmed down and there is no need to threaten force. "Thank you for your help, Master Daniel, no matter what position you have been in before to help, this matter has exceeded your expectations from the beginning, and the impact has also been far beyond your imagination. Master Daniel, now I will give you an order on behalf of my Lord to meet the dilemma we will face in the next stage - you need to disclose the existence of the "Dark Book" to all the secret mages of Kama Taj, and then tell them the name of a witch, Morgan Lefe, that will be the future enemy of Kama Taj, and every secret mage must know how to deal with her."

"Morgan Lefee is just a legend. She did collect scrolls and compile the "Book of the Dark God", but this witch has been completely trapped by the Supreme Mage and can never set foot in the material universe. Unless-"

"—A space rift appeared enough to let her leave. Yes, my Lord believes that the appearance of the space rift is inevitable. Morgan Lefe, as the mortal enemy of the Supreme Mage, may also take this opportunity to escape from the cage and set foot in the material universe again. My Lord has written the impact of this incident into the model and assigned it to Kamataj to solve the problem. Morgan Lefe, an immortal."

The emperor stood on the vast sea, and the morning and dusk line crossed the coastline, and the shadows pressed step by step.

He held a crimson thread ball that appeared at some point in his hand. It disappeared into the sky. No matter how far he walked, the use of this thread ball guided him, as if it was the thread ball handed over by Ariadne to Theshus in the myth, so that he would not get lost on the sea without any reference. I don’t know how long he walked, the coastline in the distance also collapsed due to the erosion of sea water. The reefs formed by the eruption of the undersea volcano gradually eroded and collapsed in the sea water. He finally saw the position guided by the thread ball. The more he walked forward, the more surging the waves, the ever-changing reefs and islands rose and fell on the dark sea. It was a palace standing on an isolated island in the sea, and the crimson threads penetrated into the palace gate.
Chapter completed!