The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 1072 The Nature Call of Apicila

This is a small island in an inaccessible sea area. The heavy pollution in the past made it lose its attractiveness to people.

Even fishermen who are fishing rarely come to rest on this small island.

Although there are good fresh water resources here, the serious pollution makes it lose its drinking value.

This is the epitome of a certain era, and it represents the destruction of marine ecology by heavy industrial civilization.

Corrosive and toxic industrial waste water has left devastation around the island.

It takes enough time to recover, and that's a long enough time for humans.

It cannot be achieved in one or two generations.

Of course, this is under the premise of natural recovery.

If a lot of financial and material resources are invested, the recovery period will be greatly shortened.

But this is meaningless, because people will not waste too many resources on this unnamed desert island.

More recently, though, the government has included it as a military base.

Although I don't know what kind of military significance there is, but under the relevant news and publicity in recent years, people still left the small island far away.

The fishermen who came and went no longer passed by here, only the seabirds were left chirping and watching the sea.

Nature is crying...

Abhila stood on the beach with a sad face, and the sea water soaked her trouser legs.

Even though it was almost done here before they came:

The industrial residues in the surrounding sea area have been fully cleaned up.

The related filth on the island has also been basically eradicated.

The pungent smell that once lingered in the air has been sufficiently cleaned up.

Simple but livable standard buildings stand in forests on the small island.

The asphalted road and the cobblestone path complement each other, and many trees are planted around it to prevent wind and sand.

There is even a simple fountain in the center of the island.

This small island is big enough for hundreds of people, provided the relevant infrastructure can keep up, of course.

On the surface, this is a small island full of enough modern atmosphere.

But as Apicila, a descendant of the god of nature, what she perceives is not just material.

She could hear the natural elegy coming from all around, which was full of pain and uneasiness.

If those fierce-tempered Archdruids were here, they might have set off an extremely violent war.

But they probably won't have a chance—in Zeng Ersi's world, Ragnarok's destruction of the nature of the plane completely angered them.

They naturally know the magnificence of divine power, but their will to protect nature will not stop because of this.

They chose a heroic enough battle, but that still couldn't restore everything about Urs...

That is a choice, a stage, it appears with the rise of civilization, and it will disappear with the development of civilization...

There is no need to worry about this. Human beings in this world have figured out how to live in harmony with nature.

At some point, the prophet Terasim in the form of a raven appeared next to Episila.

Then, he comforted this sensitive descendant of a god.

As a prophet, he will not stop exploring the world.

Although on this plane, the upper world is full of dangers and taboos.

But for the more important grassroots civilization, the Prophet-Terasim is obviously more interested.

It took him less than a day to learn how to operate a computer and search for information on the Internet.

Of course, the main time spent in this is that he wants to figure out the principle.

But it seems that that is a bit beyond his knowledge...

Even for a legendary prophet, he couldn't fully understand the knowledge of another civilization system in such a short period of time.

After all, building a miracle belonging to mankind in a magical desert is not something that can be created by a single life

It is a dream woven by countless basic workers and geniuses, and an epic of intelligence and hard work!

Just like the green shade that rises in the desert, the miracle of ordinary things does not start from the extraordinary...

It is created in the ordinary, just like the spring worm that spins silk and cocoons.

In the baptism of the struggle against the established trajectory, the sublimation of that civilization can be achieved!

The Prophet-Terasim is not untouched by such a world, but he has never understood and felt it so deeply.

Friends in that absurd dream often show illusions like dreams.

In their romantic consciousness they could not draw the dust of their civilization for the Prophet Terasim.

Only when he comes to this world as he is now, can he truly comprehend the amazement of this mortal civilization.

However, the Prophet-Terasim also knew that now is a special stage in the process of this civilization.

Ripples have risen, and the trend of big waves is inevitable.

The Prophet Terasim could see the vitality of this plane which was very different from Urs.

Beneath the surface that seems to be full of natural filth, is the roar of mortal civilization full of steel-like roars!

But what will happen when it meets the power of magic?

The Prophet Terasim silently looked at the sea in front of him, which was churning with deep waves.

Prophet Terasim didn't have much thought about this.

In any case, this is not a place where they can practice their will...

As a prophet, he naturally knows that every world has its own rules of operation.

Unless you are like that one, you can ignore the restrictions of those weak orders.

Prophet, you don't need to enlighten me - I know what we are facing...

Abhila said wearily that the world was not so friendly to her.

As a descendant of a god, she is too sensitive to nature.

This is a powerful enough ability, but it is also a kind of shackle to another extent.

She can feel the call of nature in this world, but she has never been able to integrate with it.

Perhaps, she will be accepted by this world when the imprint of Sis on her body completely dissipates.

Before that, they were still foreign visitors in this world.

Suddenly, a thought flickered in Episila's mind.

Suddenly she came up with an idea:

Prophet, maybe we can teach them the power of nature—the part that has nothing to do with faith...

Seeing the way the Prophet Terasim frowned, Apicila quickly added.

Of course she knows faith, the sensitivity of this world.

But facing the current bad state of nature, she hopes to change something...

I will convey your thoughts to them, but before that, you'd better not try...

The Prophet Terasim pondered for a while, then looked at Episila seriously and said.

What will the future hold?

Prophet Terasim was slightly confused.

But that confusion is just a wave that arises by chance.

He is a prophet, and he will surely guide them out of the dense fog...

And in a more distant area, the relevant personnel of the Plane Protection Association are sitting together with solemn faces...

Today, there is a large-scale power outage in several towns in this area, and I can only use my mobile phone to code out a chapter...

——From the bald head sitting on the stairs outside facing the darkness