The pilgrimage team of more than 20 people was quietly walking in the empty but mechanical city. Every pilgrim was barefoot, with her feet on the ground, polluted by mud and sand, cut by gravel, and blood mixed with mud and covered with the soles of her feet. However, the pilgrimage gritted their teeth and persevered. The firm will made the group really feel a bit like a pilgrimage.

All the pilgrims were not dressed and walked naked in the sun, but compared to the initial twist, after meditating on the process of divine grace, these people seemed to have really figured it out and their behavior became generous and free, as if they had really become mechanical bodies and were no longer troubled by the shyness unique to humans.

"We have not changed their thinking, and even the Supreme Master's mind cannot do this. We just use psychological hints to further strengthen their faith when they meditate on God's grace and open their minds, so that they can abandon their bodies and join us more firmly."

"Well...is there any difference?"

"The essential difference. To strengthen their will, we need to have this idea first. If they don't want to join us at all, no matter how psychological hints we suggest, it will be useless. Secondly, they also need to trust us and actively open their minds so that we can help them strengthen their will. After all, this is not thinking reading, and even if they don't have an open mind, we have no way to know it. In this way, the steps to help them strengthen their will will lose their due effect."

"Hmm?" Shul frowned, "Help them?"

"Yes, Mr. Sul, maybe you think these steps are done for ourselves." Maximilan smiled humanely and shook his head. "From a certain perspective, it's not true, but the more important purpose is to help them. The final reincarnation ceremony is not as easy as imagined. It is a very complex and dangerous process. If you are not careful, you will fail."

"Well, then it becomes a defective species?" Shur said in a pondering voice, "No wonder there are far more defective species than your members."

"So you know the defect type too." Maximilan's humanoid figure was stunned for a second or two, and the processing equipment reacted, "It seems that Mr. Shure knows more than we analyzed."

"Haha, it's just a coincidence, a problem of luck, a problem of luck." Xiuer smiled mysteriously. He was telling the truth, but the expression he made would make people feel that this sentence was meaningful.

"Okay, it's not a coincidence. Since we have already talked about this topic with you, we don't intend to hide it anymore. Indeed, once the reincarnation ceremony fails, it will lead to incomplete uploading of thinking and a large amount of data is lost in the middle. What is reincarnated in this way is just the so-called defect type. It does have some human consciousness, but it is very incomplete. It is only slightly better than artificial intelligence. We cannot regard such members as similar types, and can only divide them separately."

"Why did it fail?" Shuer asked, "Can't you improve the technology and the success rate of transformation?"

"The previous steps were carried out to improve the success rate." Maximilan pointed ahead, "The Tower of Babel is here, let's talk about it later."

In fact, without him reminding me, Shuer had noticed it a long time ago. After all, a huge tower stands in front of him, and it is difficult to ignore it even if you want to ignore it.

After entering and exiting, the Tower of Babel was higher than expected, and its height was estimated to be more than 400 meters. The top went straight into the clouds and appeared faintly, making the tower full of mystery. The bottom of the tower covers a large area, covering one or two square kilometers. The tower is covered with windows, which are divided into obvious levels. If you count it roughly, there are about forty or fifty floors.

Suer suddenly had a strange idea. Fortunately, the counting of the levels is from top to bottom. If it is reversed, it will probably be much more troublesome when Maximilan introduces it. Imagine that I am from the 137th floor... No, it is the 136th floor... You wait, let me count, okay, I am from the 135th floor, well, just think it's stupid.

"Uh, Mr. Shure, are there any problems?" Maximilan was puzzled by the strange smile on the corner of Shure's mouth. "Or do you have any other opinions?"

"No, no, no, nothing. In our world, because the surface area is many times larger than that of the brown star, the architectural style tends to be flat expansion. In this way, only some special buildings are expanded in three-dimensionally, such as the Mage Tower, so it will be a little strange to see it." The honest morality of the priest? It does not exist, Shuer replied without blinking, "However, every world, every different civilization, has its own style. We have also encountered strange races that build cities deep in the strata, so it's nothing. It's me that I lost my composure for a while."

What is strange about us dwarves? Shul seemed to hear someone's silent roar, it must be an illusion, well, just ignore it.

"That's good, I'm still worried about your special taboos." After the pilgrims entered, the gate of the Tower of Babel was automatically closed. Maximilan quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the door two steps, aiming the equipment on the side of the door with his eyes. After a few seconds, the gate opened again. He turned around and asked with a little hesitation, "Mr. Shure, please come in, uh... May I ask, do I need to keep the tower door open for a period of time?"

"Ha..." Shuer paused and looked up and down at Maximilan with a smile. After more than ten seconds, he chuckled and said, "Are you serious?"

"Yes." There was no expression on Maximilan's metal face, but his tone was very sincere. "We really hope to have such an opportunity to communicate with civilizations from other worlds, so we sent an invitation with full sincerity. Everything we said to you before was true. Oh, remember that Mr. Shure chose the method of swearing just now. Is this a very common method of commitment in cross-border communication? Then I can do it as well..."

"No, this is just an effective way to promise the priests—eh, people like us—and the goal of the oath must be the true God. Of course, what the true God is can be said later, but if you have not done this before, there is no need." Sul waved his hand and interrupted Maximilan's oath, "I have a question, are you not worried about what we will do if you put us in without guarding this way?"
Chapter completed!