My queen is rebelling!

The personnel inside the control center were all low-level researchers wearing white coats.

Surrounding the "Book of Time and Space" was a ring of control consoles.

The consoles were covered with crystal buttons and knobs of various colors, corresponding to specific spatial parameters and functions.

Some could adjust the distance of spatial teleportation, some could control the destination of teleportation, and some could even open or close specific spatial channels.

The researchers each controlled an operating station, busily working with tension.

At this moment, when they saw Cohen suddenly appear, they all showed surprised expressions.

Cohen's tone was very urgent, and he shouted loudly at the crowd:

"'Black Band'!"

There are rebels from the 'Black Band' who want to destroy the Book of Time and Space.

The person in charge has already gone to chase them.

This is a premeditated action, and there are also anomalies in the ice coffins below.

Just in case, the person in charge asked me to notify you to transfer the Book of Time and Space first!"

As Cohen's voice fell, violent supernatural fluctuations came from outside the control room.

The research institute's legendary-level transcendent had taken action.

When everyone sensed this, they immediately no longer doubted Cohen's words.

Soon, an elderly researcher with a scholarly appearance ordered loudly:

"Everyone, stop your work and leave the control room immediately."

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, obviously this person was the custodian of the "Book of Time and Space".

This person's attire was very strange, not the white, yellow, purple, or black uniforms.

When only the elderly researcher was left in the control room, he chanted a spell, and the door of the room was directly sealed by a mysterious magic circle.

Then he came to the front of the "Book of Time and Space", slightly raised his hands, and his slender fingers began to dance.

Cohen's "Ghost Crab" activated on his feet, entered the wall, and his gaze fell on the elderly researcher, memorizing every detail of his movements.

He muttered words, and as the spell was chanted, silver rays of light surged from the elderly researcher's fingertips, slowly wrapping around the "Book of Time and Space" like agile silk threads.

The light gradually surrounded the crystal book, and the pages on the book seemed to be touched by some kind of force, and they turned slightly.

Each turn had mysterious runes flashing within.

The elderly researcher's expression was focused and solemn, and fine beads of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

Finally, the crystal book instantly burst into bright light, and a dazzling beam of light soared into the sky.

Then, the suspended "Book of Time and Space" began to undergo wonderful changes.

The huge book, originally emitting a bright light, began to converge towards a point in the middle.

The volume was also rapidly shrinking.

The sound of the pages turning became weaker and weaker, and as time passed, the book also became the size of a coin, and finally, it turned into a silver rune, floating in the center of the control room.

The elderly researcher breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Cohen no longer hid at this time, and walked out of the wall directly.

When the elderly researcher saw someone suddenly appear, his expression suddenly changed in surprise.

With a wave of his hand, the silver rune flew towards his arm as if it had life.

When the rune touched the researcher's arm, a slight stinging sensation came, and then a faint mark was left on his skin.

Cohen said in surprise:

"This thing can become so small and can be carried around?

Doesn't that mean that as long as the 'Book of Time and Space' has a space point imprinted on it, you can teleport directly there?

How should the space point be imprinted?

If I want to use a location in the Northwest Continent as a space point, what should I do?"

The elderly researcher looked at Cohen, who had inexplicably appeared in front of him, and said with a deep gaze:

"Who are you?

How did you get in?"

Soon he realized something and shouted in a deep voice:

"You... are you also from the 'Black Band'?"

Cohen shook his head and said calmly:

"I come from the human kingdom a thousand years later, I have no malice towards you."

The researcher's face showed a look of shock and anger, and he directly took out a hand cannon from his arms, the cold muzzle pointed at Cohen:

"Nonsense, get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Cohen looked at the weapon in the researcher's hand with interest, as if thinking about whether his [Body Transformation into Myriad Weapons] skill could simulate this weapon.

His voice was unhurried:

"In about a minute, your research institute will crash and everything here will be reduced to ashes.

Soon after, your empire will also collapse, causing a heartbreaking break in civilization in human history.

Rather than letting this demigod, which embodies the crystallization of your arcane empire's civilization, be buried in the dust of history, why don't you tell me how to use it?

I will pass on your civilization on your behalf."

The expression on the researcher's face became even more incredible, staring at Cohen like he was looking at a fool.

The research institute will crash?

The powerful empire will collapse?

And he said he came from a thousand years later?

Which mental hospital did this person run out of!

The researcher raised the muzzle of the gun:

"Young man, I am a pure scholar, I don't want to kill people.

But if you continue to be stubborn, then I can only apologize."

Cohen sighed softly, looked out the window, and said in a deep voice:

"In about thirty seconds, you will hear a shrill scream, and then the entire research institute will take off.

Soon the facts will prove that I am not lying."

The researcher's muzzle stagnated, his expression slightly stunned.

He could still afford to wait thirty seconds.

Time passed quickly, and when he heard that shrill scream again.

Cohen speculated, could this be the sound made by the creature in the ice coffin underground!

Immediately afterwards, a strong sense of overweight came, and the scene outside the window fell rapidly, and the two people were instantly pressed to the floor.

The elderly researcher's face became extremely horrified, he twisted his head and looked at Cohen, his eyes full of disbelief and despair.

Cohen's voice was intermittent:

"Now... you... you believe me, right? Even if you don't believe I'm from a thousand years later, at least you should know that this place will be completely destroyed soon.

When I came up just now, I heard that the source of your empire 'Ao' is in turmoil.

Presumably this is the fuse for the final collapse of your empire.

Unfortunately, sir, although we have great respect for your civilization.

But the fact is that your empire and civilization will eventually be lost in the long river of time.

Only an occasional splash can allow us descendants to remember the glory of this era."

The despair in the researcher's eyes slowly faded, and he slowly stood up with a strong will.

Cohen looked in surprise at this researcher with a strong scholarly aura.

A Silver transcendent can actually stand up under such great pressure?

The researcher was bathed in blood all over his body, and his entire bones were creaking.

He stammered his lips, his voice like stuck between rusty gears, barely squeezing out a few broken words.

Every syllable exhausted all his strength:

"I'm not sure if you're lying to me.

But the research institute is the hard work of past sages, it must not be buried silently!

The civilization of the empire must not be cut off and collapse!

If everything is as you said, you are from a thousand years later.

Then you must still have a way to see me again!

Next time, next time you say the words 'Valiana' and 'Elsa' to me.

I will unconditionally choose to believe you!

I will tell you everything you want to know!

Young man, if everything is as you said.

You must come and see me!

You must come and see me!"

The last few words even faintly carried a hint of entreaty.

Boom!

After saying these words, the researcher could no longer withstand the powerful pressure, and his whole body completely collapsed on the ground, without any breath.

Cohen was stunned, looking at this elderly researcher whose name he didn't even know, a strange emotion surged in his heart.

Boom, Cohen's eyes were filled with dazzling orange-red fire.

With a earth-shattering explosion, the loop came to its final chapter!

......

Cohen opened his eyes, his expression more serious than ever before.

Windsor Drehler's angry voice had already sounded:

"What is the 'Black Band'?

Why did that legendary rank keep chasing me when you mentioned it?

Also, did you even sneak in, and in these few minutes, did you get anything of value?"

Cohen turned his head, his eyes condensed with a trace of firmness:

"We have to go again!"

Windsor Drehler cursed secretly and reluctantly followed.

This time, Cohen seemed to be in a great hurry, moving at extreme speed.

Even Winsarde, a Gold-rank, could barely keep up with him.

As before, he encountered a purple-clad senior administrator and lured away the black-uniformed supervisor.

Cohen once again arrived at the door of the control nexus. Activating the Ghost Crab on his feet, he entered the control nexus.

Unsurprisingly, Cohen's appearance drew the attention of everyone in the control room.

Cohen turned his gaze towards the researcher in the deep gray robe and said in a deep voice:

"Valiana!

Elsa!"

The gray-robed researcher seemed to have heard something unbelievable, his mouth slightly open.

He quickly reacted and ordered in a deep voice:

"Everyone, leave immediately!"

Soon, only the two of them remained in the control room.

The gray-robed researcher looked at Cohen scrutinizingly and asked:

"Young man, why do you know those two names?"

Cohen replied:

"You told me."

"Hmm?"

Cohen said calmly:

"Your research institute is about to collapse, and your empire will fall soon after.

As for me, I come from a human kingdom a thousand years in the future, and by chance, I traveled to five minutes before your research institute collapsed.

I can travel about six times.

This is not the first time I've seen you.

The last time I saw you, I told you the news of the research institute's collapse and the empire's collapse.

You told me that if what I said was true, I should find a way to see you again.

And say the words 'Valiana' and 'Elsa', and you would believe me.

So, I came to see you."

The gray-robed researcher stood there, stunned, his eyebrows raised high, the expression on his face suddenly frozen, his pupils flashing with deep shock, as if fixed in that moment.

Cohen's voice continued to sound:

"We don't have much time left. There are only three minutes left until everything is destroyed, and this will be the last time I travel here.

If you have anything to say, please say it as soon as possible."

The gray-robed researcher's expression instantly returned to seriousness. He immediately said:

"I believe you!"

He spoke very quickly, picking up a pen next to him and drawing on the ground, saying as he drew:

"What I am drawing now is a map of the ancient tomb beneath the research institute.

That ancient tomb is even older than the history of our Arcane Empire.

To prevent this day, there is a backup of our research institute's data inside.

I believe that even if the empire collapses, the tomb below will be fine.

In fact, even now, with all the power of our empire gathered, we have not been able to open the main chamber of the tomb.

We have only sent a few puppets in through the 'Book of Space-Time'.

We vaguely sensed an ancient ice coffin inside.

As for the way to enter the ancient tomb, you need to use the blood of the Elf Royal Family."

Cohen widened his eyes, memorizing the details on the map.

The gray-robed researcher pointed to the "Book of Space-Time" not far away and said:

"This thing is a semi-finished product. It was gradually perfected by the empire on the basis of a sacred artifact.

I will now tell you how to use it.

You can use it to enter the ancient tomb—if the space node imprinted on it is not damaged.

The periphery of the ancient tomb has a strong barrier blocking it. It is impossible to enter by normal means, only through the 'Book of Space-Time'."

Cohen felt a slight regret in his heart. He had originally climbed up to the Winged Elf Winsarde in order to use her royal bloodline to sneak into the ancient elven ruins.

He didn't expect that the ancient elven ruins were actually an ancient tomb, and in addition to the royal bloodline, a complete "Book of Space-Time" was also needed to enter.

With such a violent crash, Cohen felt that the probability of the "Book of Space-Time" being completely preserved was extremely small.

Cohen suppressed his complicated emotions and asked a few key questions:

"Is it true that as long as a space node of a certain place is imprinted on the 'Book of Space-Time', it can be directly transmitted through the 'Book of Space-Time' next time?

Then, how many people can be transported at once?

Is there a time requirement?

What is the maximum transmission distance?"

The gray-robed researcher said:

"Yes, this 'Book of Space-Time' has one hundred pages and can imprint one hundred space nodes.

We have used forty pages, and there are still sixty pages blank.

It can transport one hundred people at a time. It automatically absorbs the power of space to replenish itself.

It takes about ten minutes each time.

As for the transmission distance, as long as there are accurate space coordinates, it can be transmitted anywhere.

Of course, everything I said is based on the premise that it is not so severely damaged.

As for how to imprint space nodes and how to use it, I will tell you now."

The gray-robed researcher quickly instilled various knowledge about the "Book of Space-Time" into Cohen.

"In addition, the cover of this book also seals a small sub-plane.

Unfortunately, the rules of the sub-plane are not perfect enough, and most creatures cannot survive in it.

When you have the opportunity in the future, remember to try to improve the rules of this small plane."

Cohen's eyes lit up slightly. A small sub-plane, this is really a treasure!

As for perfecting the rules, he should have the ability to do so after he breaks through to Legend rank.

Finally, the gray-robed researcher's voice began to become heavy:

"If everything is really as you said, and even our empire is destroyed along with it.

Then you must go to the Sea of Miracles... if the sea on the westernmost side of the continent is still called that name a thousand years later.

There is a backup of the empire's civilization left there!"

Sea of Miracles?

Cohen was stunned. In the game in his previous life, there didn't seem to be any Arcane Empire ruins in the Sea of Miracles.

However, he still kept the gray-robed researcher's words firmly in his mind.

A civilization backup is definitely more valuable than finding a few scattered empire ruins.

The handguns used by those administrators just now, as well as the protective barriers on their bodies, these powerful transcendent weapons have never been unearthed in any Arcane Empire ruins.

Perhaps those so-called civilization backups contain these things!

If he could find the manufacturing methods of these transcendent weapons, or even mass-produce them, who could resist his army?

Cohen's gaze suddenly became fiery.

And the "Arc" energy they mentioned, is it a higher-level form of energy than magic?

The answers to these questions must be in that so-called civilization backup!

He must go there!

Three minutes passed quickly, and the shrill scream sounded again, awakening Cohen from his reverie.

The feeling of excessive weight arrived as expected.

Sensing this apocalyptic scene, a trace of regret appeared in the gray-robed researcher's eyes.

His whole person seemed to have completely lost his strength, slumped on the ground, and laboriously took out something resembling a grenade from his arms. He smiled bitterly and left his last words:

"Even though you said those two names.

Even though your words seem to have no loopholes.

But deep down, I am still unwilling to admit that what you said is true.

Time travel, the collapse of the empire, all of this is too incredible.

I told you so much just in case.

I was thinking that if you were deceiving me.

Maybe I would have a chance to try this latest invention of the Imperial Alchemy Institute.

I heard those old men say that this thing can blast a Legend domain into powder.

As a result, all of this is actually true…

The empire… could it be… could it really have collapsed?"

Cohen was slightly moved. He understood that if the other party had noticed that he was deceiving him, he would have chosen to perish together immediately!

Cohen nodded slowly:

"Yes, unfortunately, I have to let you know this desperate news before you die."

The emotion in the gray-robed elder's eyes became very relieved. He looked at Cohen calmly and said:

"No, it's not despairing.

On the contrary, I want to thank you for coming to me and giving me such an opportunity.

Young man of a thousand years later, the civilization of the empire… I leave it to you!"

Cohen felt his chest filled with a strong emotion, and he stared blankly at the unremarkable gray-robed elder.

An ordinary member of a research institute, knowing that he was about to die, actually left such a sentence as his last words!

What a shocking and great civilization this must be!

To allow people to burn the last drop of blood for its survival so unreservedly!

Darkness was about to strike, and Cohen suddenly asked:

"What is so special about those two words? Why were you so sure last time that as long as I said those two words, you would choose to believe me?"

The gray-robed elder's voice was intermittent:

"Those are… the names… that I thought of for my twin granddaughters… who have not yet been born… these past two days…"