For a brief moment, the Tarlonde continent, illuminated by artificial lights and decorative curtain walls, fell into silence and darkness for about two seconds. All traffic stopped, all lights went out, and all projection walls faded into their original gray state. The great shield disappeared in a flash, and the cold winds of the Arctic poured into the sealed kingdom. Beyond the horizon, in the 'dusk' phase of the polar day, the primordial, unfiltered light shone directly on the land of the Giant Dragon for the first time in a million years.
The next second, in Agundor, Apasor, Tarlonde, and in every corner of the Giant Dragon Kingdom, the giant dragons in and out of the cities suddenly stopped in unison. Even the dragons flying in the sky stopped flapping their wings and fell straight from the sky. It was as if all the dragons had lost their souls in an instant. A second later, the Giant Dragon that had lost its ability to move woke up one by one. Those that fell to the ground rose up again, those that crawled on the surface raised their heads, and those that were intoxicated by the booster and illusion entertainment opened their eyes. Countless pairs of eyes began to converge on one place — the City of Gods in the center of the Tarlonde continent.
Helagol crawled on the ground. He heard a low roar coming from the depths of the earth. The hurricane caused by the shutdown of the weather controller was roaring in the sky. A cold, mechanical mind was entering his brain. The consciousness of Omega began to take over the body according to the program, but he still maintained a trace of free thinking ability. Driven by his remaining will, he slowly raised his head and looked at the god who was standing on the edge of the terrace.
The blond figure on the ground looked away, and so did the Dragon of Chaos that covered the sky above Tarlonde. Helagol could feel that thousands of eyes were gradually returning to the continent from the distant Loren. It may have only taken two or three seconds, but he felt that it had been centuries. Finally, the god's eyes fell on him.
Vast, terrifying, chaotic, crazy, and despairing pressure came at him. Helagol felt as if his brain was boiling, but this time, he did not lower his head. Instead, he used his hands to support his body and began to struggle millimeter by millimeter, trying to stand up.
The god just stood there calmly, looking at the Dragon Priest who was struggling to get up with an indifferent expression. His voice was as cold as a gust of chilly wind that crossed the scale of a million years. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Even if this will make you a part of the Omega?"
"As long as the chain is broken, new seedlings will grow from the ruins." Helagol finally stood up, and for the first time in a million years, he looked into the god's eyes. "We will become soil, and the seed … has been planted."
"Very good." God stood in front of him. The natural sunlight, which had not been filtered by any technical means, shone on Him. It was as glorious as an orange-red cape hanging from the sky. Between the sunlight and the clouds, a vague and distorted phantom was looming. Slowly He opened His hands as if He wanted to embrace the country and said slowly, "So today … you are adults."
In the next moment, the 'truth' that was once hidden from the perception of mortals shattered the fragile barrier of reality. The Dragon of Chaos that blotted out the sky suddenly appeared in the sky above Tarlund. Kilometers upon kilometers of twisted limbs stretched out in the light as countless eyes, mouths, and arm-like structures appeared on the limbs one by one.
At the same time, the blonde female figure on the temple terrace disappeared in the light. The high-ranking dragon priest stood straight as he watched the scene with a blank expression. He closed his eyes as Helagol, and then as a branch of the Omega, those eyes slowly opened again.
The last self-conscious Dragon in Tarlonde had disappeared. Now, millions of Giant Dragon had awakened as the Omega.
Every Giant Dragon was born with a resonant core that could connect directly to the Omega network. Each giant dragon was an extension of the Omega's flesh. It was a plan that had been in place for millions of years. Generation after generation of dragons had been waiting for this day. On this day, the Omega would awaken from its slumber, and the will of all dragons would be taken over by machines. From a certain point of view, the Dragons of this world … would be extinct on this day.
With the 'extinction' of the Dragons, the bridge that connected mortals and the gods had vanished. The Dragon of Chaos that shrouded the skies of Tarlonde changed almost instantly. Its body, which was between reality and illusion, was formed from the fusion of countless chaotic limbs. Countless limbs disintegrated and disappeared in the ripples, while the swollen and squirming body rapidly shrank and weakened amidst the violent evaporation. In less than a minute, it had shrunk from covering the entire continent to a third of the size of Tarlonde. In the next minute, it had shrunk to the size of a city and finally stabilized at that scale. It still covered the sky, but it was no longer invincible.
Innumerable dragon swarms flew over from every corner of the kingdom. Weapon arrays that had been buried deep underground and sealed for countless years were awakened as well. Ancient missile silos opened their hatches, and ancient turrets that had been lying dormant at the bottom of the sea rose to the surface. In this cold and long polar day, the day that the dragons had come of age after being late for 1,870,000 years … had finally arrived.
…
The majestic scene that resembled a blazing meteor lasted for a few minutes. The burning debris that flew out from the skies of Wintercastle far exceeded the theoretical limit that the iron-gray giant could produce. It was as if it was not just a fallen god that had scattered across the land, but also a part of the 'divine kingdom' that was connected to the god had been swept into this world in the big explosion.
Then, everything finally stopped. The sky above the Winter Fort Fortress became clear and calm once more.
The light of dusk shone for ten thousand zhang, slanting down from the horizon onto the battlefield that had yet to cool down. The defensive line that stretched for several hundred li, the scorching earth, the rising smoke, the wounded and surviving soldiers, the sacrificed soldiers, the destroyed fortifications, the castle that still stood erect under the setting sun … Everything was bathed in this glorious golden light. In this brief moment, it seemed like everything in the world had come to a standstill.
The howling north wind blew again. The cold wind stirred up dust and snow in the distance, waking up some soldiers and commanders who were staring blankly at the sky. At this moment, no one in Wintercastle cheered. No one realized that the battle was over, and no one realized that the powerful 'enemy' had fallen. Everyone was immersed in great confusion. It was not until a few minutes later that some sporadic soldiers began to shout. Some commanders received a message from their superiors that the battle was over.
Rosetta Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the Arcane Hall. He could not hear the cheers on the battlefield, nor could he hear the voices of the dying and the wounded. The whole world was quiet, so quiet that it seemed that the previous fierce battle was completely an illusion. He looked up and saw that the strange flying machines and soldiers were still hovering over Wintercastle, while the incredible white spider had disappeared.
The messaging crystal not far behind him buzzed. The runes on the surface lit up, and Palin Wintercastle's voice sounded from the crystal. "Your Majesty, are you okay, Your Majesty? We just had an accident here … We saw the situation in the sky, we … "
"We won," Rosetta said faintly, his eyes still fixed on the sky. "It seems that our neighbor also has a lot of good cards … This time, it's a good thing."
"As long as you're safe." Count Wintercastle's voice immediately came. "Part of the west wall of the castle has collapsed. Your position may not be safe. Please leave from there as soon as possible. I've sent someone to the Arcane Hall to pick you up —"
"No, wait a minute." Rosetta suddenly interrupted Count Wintercastle. "I still have something to deal with here."
"Your Majesty?"
"You and Duke Ferdinand at the foot of the mountain deal with the post-war matters first. We now have a huge mess to clean up," Rosetta said in a calm and unquestionable tone. "The enemy may have been defeated, but the damage he left behind is still spreading. The faster we deal with the aftermath, the more people we can save. Also, we have other things to do. The debris that fell from the sky in the last stage is scattered all over the battlefield. No one knows what impact it will have. Bring the mages who can still move and collect the debris as much as possible … Cecil's people should have started to move. "
"Yes, Your Majesty! Then you … "
"I'm safe here. I'll contact you later. Don't let anyone near the Arcane Hall until you receive my order."
"… I understand."
The Count of Wintercastle hung up. Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the center of the Arcane Hall. He glanced at the illusion wall that had been shattered by the last magical impact and the slightly messy hall. The shock wave caused by the fall of the God of War and the close-range explosion of Armageddon had caused a certain degree of damage to the sturdy hall. The walls were cracked, the roof was slightly damaged, and the debris and dust had formed a thick layer on the floor. A set of tables and chairs in the center of the hall was also covered in dust.
"Not very suitable for entertaining guests … but it doesn't matter."
He casually muttered and waved his hand to summon an invisible cyclone. After blowing away most of the dust on the surface of the chair, he casually sat down. Then, he picked up the inverted teacup on the table and wiped the dust on the rim of the cup. He took the teapot on the side and poured himself a cup of cold black tea.
After taking a sip of the tea, he sat there quietly as if waiting for some kind of fate to befall him. And behind him, one after another, hazy and almost transparent figures were quietly emerging from the air.
If there was a noble scholar who knew the Augustus Family here, he would not be unfamiliar with these figures.
George Augustus, Marjorie Augustus, Corentina Augustus …
They were all the members of the Augustus Family who had died, the blood relatives of Rosetta Augustus in the past two hundred years.
Some of these figures were solid, and some were so illusory that they were almost invisible. They stood quietly behind Rosetta, quietly and patiently waiting together. But their wait did not last long. Soon, the phantom of Marjorie Augustus let out a hollow and ethereal voice that sounded like a sigh. "It's about time."
Almost as soon as the voice trailed off, an invisible wind suddenly rolled up in the empty arcane hall. Along with the sudden infiltration of the light of dusk outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the entire hall's roof and floor were instantly covered by specks of light as if countless people were whispering in the hall. Countless murmurs came from all directions, and a hollow eye formed by a large number of distorted lines quickly appeared before Rosetta, accompanied by a sharp and exasperated scream. "What's going on?! What have you damned mortals done to me? Why can't I go back to my divine kingdom? Why can't I contact my body? Why … why is my power disappearing?! "
"Welcome back." Rosetta calmly looked at the God's Eye that suddenly appeared before him. For the first time in decades, his expression was so relaxed. He even smiled and raised the teacup in his hand. "Would you like a cup of black tea? It's mixed with the dust of a long history and the smoke of the deicidal battlefield. "
"You …" The God's Eye suddenly turned to Rosetta and then noticed the vague figures behind Rosetta. "Augustus … you puny mortals … is this really your doing?!"
"Compared to the God of War, you, a fragment from the ancient times, are really unsightly. At least the God of War fought to the last moment." Rosetta put down the teacup in his hand and slowly stood up in front of the God's Eye. "Are you confused? Don't you know why your power is disappearing quickly? Don't you know why you can't contact your 'body'? Don't you know why you can't return to your divine kingdom? "
The chaotic outline around the God's Eye trembled. It was unknown whether it was angry or nervous. Rosetta calmly gave the answer.
"It's very simple. It's because the civilization has changed. The era in your memory … is actually the ancient era of countless civilizations. Your 'body' is a dream god that has long been annihilated in history. That god and his divine kingdom no longer exist. The group of mortals who once supported you has long been completely extinct. Now, the intelligent creatures in this world have nothing to do with it. We are the survivors of the Kingdom of Gondor, not the descendants of some reverse tide.
"You think you know a lot about this world? You think you are in control of the situation?
"Unfortunately, what you know is what we have filtered. For this, we have carefully prepared for two hundred years and many generations."
Rosetta laughed. It was the first time in decades that he laughed so brightly. Even the figures behind him laughed one after another. Under the glare of the God's Eye, he said happily, "So, this is the answer.
"So this is the answer — times have changed, but we didn't tell you."
(End of Chapter)
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