Kamal was a pure scholar. Compared to the complicated forces between the modern human countries and the foreign kingdoms, he was more adept at analyzing data that would make an ordinary person's head spin. But even so, after hearing Gawain's words, he realized that these tests were not only for academic purposes, but also for political considerations.
Cecil was promoting a new international relationship, an order that transcended all races on the continent and included all mortal species. The starting point of this order was that the mortal races had the same interests in the face of a world-wide disaster such as the Calamity of Gods. They had the same life and death chain. At this stage, this was more of a political call put forward by Gwen. But if someone could prove that the souls of all mortal races had some kind of "synchronicity" before God in the laboratory, and prove that God's waves could affect all intelligent creatures in the world regardless of race and space-time distance, then the concept of "community" would not just be a political call.
To be honest, Kamel was not interested in politics.
But he was still happy to help Gwen establish the new order that Gwen wanted. As a rebel, that was the beautiful future that he and his compatriots had envisioned a thousand years ago.
Mortals united, faced the world crisis together, and survived the Calamity of Gods and Demonic Waves.
"I understand." The ancient grand mage bent down slightly, and the runic armor plates made a crisp sound. "We will complete these tests as soon as possible and come up with reliable evidence."
Gwen nodded. After a moment of thought, he said, "Also, get me ready. I'm going to the courtyard of the Fortress of Defiance."
"You want to see Amoun?" Veronica immediately reacted. "Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No, I'll go by myself this time." Gwen shook his head. "I just want to talk to him. The God of War has fallen. I'm curious if he can sense anything, or if he has any opinion on this matter."
"I see." Veronica bowed her head. "Then I'll check the portal."
…
In the broken world that was even darker than the Dark Shadow Realm, in the courtyard of the Fortress of Disobedience in the Dark Shadow Realm, the holy white deer, as large as a hill, was lying quietly among the floating stones and ancient relics as usual. A dense white light surrounded him like a thin veil, which had not changed for thousands of years.
This almost stagnant silence lasted for a long time. Suddenly, Amoun opened his eyes.
The pair of crystal-like eyes looked in the direction of the entrance of the courtyard. A special "human" was walking towards him. The god of the past was silent for a few seconds. When the other person came closer, he spread his voice with his mind. "Gawain Cecil … Long time no see. Welcome to my courtyard. Forgive me for not being able to get up to greet you. "
"Your sense of humor is as good as ever." Gwen smiled and came to Amoun at just the right distance. "Is everything okay here?"
Amoun's voice rang directly in Hao Ren's mind. "Except for not being able to walk, everything is fine. It's quiet, peaceful, and not disturbed by the endless flow of mortal thoughts. This is a good vacation."
"That's good." Gwen smiled and then went straight to the point. "Then I'll get straight to the point. The God of War has fallen. It happened a few days ago."
Amoun was silent for a moment.
After a full minute, the former god broke the silence with a sigh. "Is that so … Well, it's not a bad ending."
"Didn't you sense it?" Gwen looked at Hao Ren curiously. "This has caused a lot of commotion. I think its influence is enough to penetrate the barrier between the Umbra Realm and the Umbra Realm."
"I did sense some fluctuations a few days ago, but I didn't expect it to be caused by the fall of the God of War. Although you told me that he was on the verge of losing control, and that there would be a battle between mortals and the God of War sooner or later, to be honest, I really didn't expect you to achieve this feat," Amoun said slowly. "Looking at you, it's going well?"
"We paid a great price. Many people died, and the consumption of resources was incalculable." Gwen shook his head. "I don't know if it's' going well '."
"Ah, it's going well. Emperors of the human race, you have defeated a god head-on." Amoun's tone seemed to have a hint of praise from the bottom of his heart. "Feel proud. This is something to be proud of. But I guess you didn't ask me to come here today just to tell me this, right? "
"Yes, there's another thing." Gwen nodded. "After the fall of the God of War, we found that the remains of his body … no longer cause mental pollution to mortals."
Amoun seemed to be stunned for two seconds before he spoke with a hint of surprise. "You mean the fragments of the God of War have lost their mental pollution?"
"No, it's not that the fragments have lost their pollution, but that mortals are no longer affected by them." Gwen immediately corrected him. "The fragments of the God of War have not changed in nature. It's the mortals themselves who have changed. There's a fundamental difference between the two."
Amoun was silent again. He seemed to be thinking seriously. Half a minute later, he spoke again. "You mean, through a real act of 'deicide,' the mortals are now completely free from the influence of the God of War. Not only have they gained the freedom to use divine spells and speak and behave, but they have also gained a mental resistance to the relics of the God of War. And this' effect 'doesn't just happen to the soldiers who participated in the battle, but it happens to everyone?"
"Yes, although we can't test everyone in the world, we speculate that everyone has this change, and it may even include races other than humans."
"… I want to hear your more detailed views." Amoun looked at Gwen, and his tone became more serious than ever. "What have you found, what are your speculations, and what are you going to verify. If you don't mind, please tell me all about it."
This was the purpose of Gwen's visit, so he gladly agreed to Amoun's request. In the next few minutes, he told Amoun in detail about the various phenomena that the technicians had found in the laboratory, as well as the information collected from various sources, and the speculations of Kamel and others.
Throughout the whole process, Amoun was unusually quiet. He did not even say a word. It was not until Gwen finally finished that he let out a long and meaningful sigh.
After a few seconds, the former god broke the silence. "It seems that there's a small loophole in my original plan. I'm missing the part where I let the mortals do it themselves. So … are you planning to organize people to come in and 'kill' me again while I can't resist?"
"Ahem …" Gwen suddenly coughed. For a moment, he was not sure whether Amoun's words were sincere or the former god's unique sense of humor. "Of course not. You're overthinking it."
Then he paused and explained to Amoun what he had explained to Amber in the laboratory. In order to reassure Amoun, he emphasized at the end. "… Overall, our main purpose is to let the mortal race survive in this world. Even if we restart the disobedience plan, we don't have any subjective hostility toward the gods. If there's a choice, we won't take extreme measures."
At this point, he looked at Amoun who was listening quietly. After a little hesitation, he said something that he had been thinking about recently. "In fact, I think there must be another way between mortals and gods. There is a third way other than life and death confrontation and complete isolation. I have thought about this before, and now I'm more and more convinced of it."
"Too idealistic and optimistic." Amoun finally spoke. "But you don't seem to be blindly optimistic or naive."
"I have my own ideas." Gwen looked at the 'God of Nature' with a serious expression. "I believe in one thing. Since the existence of the gods is the result of the operation of the natural law of this world, then this' natural law 'can be mastered and controlled. It's just a matter of time. Now, we can't find the third path, but that's because we don't know enough about the mystery of time. But if we give up because we can't find the third path, then we're essentially no different from those who seek help from the gods when they encounter difficulties. "
"Fearless …" Amoun sighed. "You remind me of those who first came out of the cave, those who held branches to get fire from lightning … Fearless fire stealers should have such qualities. But I have to remind you that compared to the lucky ones who successfully steal fire, more people will die before the first flame burns."
Gwen nodded solemnly. "Thank you. I will keep your reminder in mind."
"Since you have come this far, then I'll give you some more advice," Amoun suddenly said after a moment of silence. "I think you are here today to listen to my 'advice', right?"
Gwen's expression immediately became serious. "I'm all ears."
"I don't know how you plan to 'control' the laws in the operation of the gods, but there is one thing that I hope you can keep in mind. Regardless of which god it is, they are firmly limited by the 'rules' of their birth and the initial 'shaping' of them by the thoughts of mortals. Even when they are on the verge of madness, or even when they have already gone mad, they still act in accordance with these 'initial dogmas'.
"On this basis, I have two suggestions. First, you should be cautious in what you do, but you can also be bold. As long as you strictly comply with the most critical part of those 'rules,' you don't have to worry about the gods losing control. Mortals in the world think that the gods are easily angered and will be punished if they make a mistake. But in fact, whether it is' anger 'or' joy, 'the' emotions' of the gods cannot control their own actions. They can only act according to the rules.
"No matter how angry the gods are, they can't punish a believer who has not violated the original dogma. No matter how happy the gods are, they can't simply bless a mortal who doesn't believe in them. In a sense, the high and mighty gods are just a group of pitiful wretches who can't control themselves.
"Second, I suggest that you and your scholars study the oldest and most primitive religious books, summarize the 'laws' of a god from the source of belief, and sort out the changes of these laws according to historical development, instead of directly copying the modern classics that have been polished countless times.
"Most of the time, modern scriptures and the most primitive religious texts seem to describe the same thing, but due to the subtle adjustments made by the commentator, their corresponding doctrines have actually undergone subtle deviations. If these subtle deviations are not properly controlled, there will be big problems."
Gwen clenched his fist subconsciously. This was the first time that Amoun had made such specific and even practical "suggestions" to him!
Obviously, the shackles on the God of Nature had been loosened again, and this change was most likely related to the battle at the Winter Castle front line.
His trip here was not in vain.
After remembering Amoun's reminder, he let out a long sigh of relief and showed a sincere smile on his face. "Thank you very much for your suggestions. I will put them into practice."
Then he took out his mechanical watch, glanced at the time, and took half a step back. "I have been here for too long. It's time to leave. Finally, I want to thank you again. "
"You don't have to thank me. After all, it's rare for me to meet someone as interesting as you." Ah Mo 'en's tone seemed to carry a hint of a smile. "If you really want to express your gratitude, I have something I need your help with."
"My favor?" Gwen was startled. He could not help but look at the crisscrossing shackles around Lucien. "Let's make it clear first. If you want me to help you lift these —"
"Don't worry, I know my situation. I am not completely 'harmless.' It's normal for you to have concerns, so I don't ask you to lift the shackles for me," Amoun said before Gwen finished. "But … it's boring to lie here for so long. I want to find some fun."
"Fun?" Gwen blinked. "What do you want?"
"I heard that there is a new thing called the magic net terminal in the human world. It is similar to the communication network of the Kingdom of Gondor, but more interesting." Amoun hesitated for a moment, but he continued. "… I am curious about it."
Give me a .jpg too.
Gwen was speechless.
After a moment of surprise, Hao Ren reacted. "The magic net terminal relies on the magic net to operate, and I am not sure if it can still operate stably after crossing the portal of the Realm of Shadows."
"I think it can," Amoun said. "The ancient portal is actually more stable than you think. As early as the Gondor era, the mortal mages had used the portal to transmit very complicated magic messages. In theory, it can allow the transmission of magic power without any damage."
Gwen was speechless.
How did the god of the past even consider this?
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