Gawain looked at the mountain-like "God of Nature" in front of him. The latter was also looking at him motionlessly. That pair of crystal-like eyes were filled with a quiet, surging radiance. With Gawain's knowledge, he was still unable to read the emotional changes that belonged to humans.
They stared at each other for a moment. Gwen was sure that she was not joking. He scratched his chin and said, "This is not a complicated request. I can arrange it for you, but …"
Amoun raised his voice. "But?"
"You said that your perception of the real world is limited, and you usually only know some vague changes in the situation." Gwen looked at Amoun seriously. "Then where did you learn about the magic net terminal? I don't remember anyone talking to you about this. "
Amoun was speechless.
Gwen was speechless.
After a few seconds of silence, Gwen looked away. He looked around. There was only chaos in the empty space of the Realm of Shadows. The blurry broken land and the black blobs in the sky filled his vision. There seemed to be no one here except him and Amoun.
He turned back as if the awkward silence had never happened, and did not bother to ask where Ah Moen learned about the Mana Net terminal. "I'll get Veronica or Carmel to send you a set of equipment later," he said to the giant deer before him with a smile. "I'll get Veronica or Carmel to send you a set of equipment. I'll also help you adjust the network equipment."
"Thank you very much," Amoun said flatly.
Gwen nodded and said goodbye. He then turned and left the dark and empty place.
It was not until Gwen had completely disappeared from the courtyard of the Fortress of Disobedience that Amoun looked away. His huge crystal-like eyes squinted slightly. Beside him, an invisible wind of magic suddenly rolled up in the chaotic darkness of nothingness. Shimmering smoke and dust appeared out of thin air as if they were born from the earth. They quickly rotated and condensed into a huge female figure.
It was a lady as tall as a clock tower. Her whole body was made of the purest arcana power and incomprehensible smoke and dust. Countless spots of light and magic symbols were embedded on her "skirt" that was surging like mist. She was exactly Milmina, the Goddess of Magic in the past.
As soon as the figure formed, Mirmina looked up at the main building of the Fortress of Disobedience, and then turned to look at Amoun, who was lying not far away. "Is he really gone?"
Amoun could not move his body, but his eyes seemed to float up. "If I say he is not gone, will you immediately run to the depths of the Realm of Shadows like a gust of wind? Just like before? "
"… Then it seems that he is gone," Mirmina said as if she was relieved. Then a trace of obvious dissatisfaction appeared on her face made of magic smoke. At the same time, she lowered her head and stared at Amoun. "You exposed me again just now! Was it an accident this time too? "
Amoun was silent for two seconds before he said indifferently, "… I was careless."
"I told you the interesting things in the main material world, but you exposed my whereabouts," Mirmina said with great dissatisfaction. "I don't remember when I offended you!"
"I said, I was careless," Amoun said casually. His tone was as calm as ever. "By the way, why are you so afraid of Gwen Cecil? Even if you have shed your divine title, you are still a powerful magical creature. In this special Realm of Shadows, why are you so afraid of a mortal? "
"I said, I can't return to the mortal's sight now. I have to wait until the remnant 'connection' fades further." Mirmina looked at Amoun and suddenly narrowed her eyes. "And don't you feel it? There is a power that suppresses us in that so-called 'mortal'. That is the legacy of the Voyager. Don't you feel it? "
Amoun let out a low laugh, and then reminded the god hiding in the Realm of Shadows. "The legacy of the Voyager … Of course, I feel it. But look at this pile of things on me. What is it?"
Milmina glanced at the crisscrossing wounds on Gawain Cecil's body and the shards of wreckage that pierced deep into the wounds. She immediately backed away. "Well, the Voyager scent on Gawain Cecil may not be a big deal to you. But it's different for me. I don't want to deal with that dangerous thing at all."
Amoun's tone seemed to have a hint of mockery. "I thought that the incarnation of 'magic' would have a stronger sense of curiosity and exploration, and would be braver in the face of the Voyager's legacy."
"Curiosity and exploration do not mean recklessness. Appropriate caution and rationality are also necessary qualities when searching for the truth," Mirmina said. Suddenly, there was a look of curiosity in her eyes. "Speaking of which, I am curious. You asked Gwen Cecil for the Mana Net terminal … What are you going to do?"
"As I said, to relieve boredom," Amoun said faintly.
"You have been lying here for three thousand years, and you can lie here for another three thousand years. For us, boredom is a false proposition. The span of time within ten thousand years has little impact on us." Mirmina looked at Amoun. Her tone was not joking. "Put away the 'boredom' reason. I told you about the Mana Net terminal and the Mana Net. I know better than you what it is. The Mana Net terminal is used to access the Mana Net, and the Mana Net is the carrier of the neural network. So, you are actually interested in the mind space created by the neural network of the mortals … What do you want to do with it? "
Amoun did not answer her directly. Instead, he asked, "You seem to be worried that I will endanger the safety of the mortals?"
"I owe them a favor," Mirmina said seriously. "I am a grateful person. This is the first time I can follow my character and do what I want to do, so this is very important to me."
"Then you can rest assured that I have no intention of doing any damage. On the contrary, I have high expectations for the humans. That is why I am more interested in the neural network they created," Amoun said quietly. His eyes fell on Mirmina. "The neural network has washed away your divinity. This process shows a possibility."
"You want to try it too?" Mirmina's voice had a hint of doubt. "Don't blame me for discouraging you, but I don't think you can succeed. What I do requires extremely high magical skills and … talent, and your talent is clearly not in this field. On the other hand, the non-directional thoughts in the unconscious are not a 'safe tool' but a very dangerous poison. In a sense, the danger of facing such non-directional thoughts is no less than that of you crashing into the Voyager's legacy back then. It is a form of suicide. Last but not least, the neural network is not a public square where you can come and go as you please. There is a guard in it. While the guard is inexperienced, the neural network is her home ground. "
She paused for a moment and said with a hint of sincerity, "You don't have to take this risk. You've already succeeded in your own way. Although it took a lot of time, you don't have to start from the beginning again."
"Don't worry, I don't intend to do such a thing." When Mirmina's voice trailed off, Amoun broke the silence. "I know the risks, and I know the dangerous guard. To be honest, I don't want to face the guard at all. Even you were almost captured by her, and I have been lying here for three thousand years. I am not good at running. I am just a little curious and want to know more about the neural network and how it works. I have a feeling that perhaps the third way that the human is looking for is in the depths of the neural network. "
The courtyard was quiet for a moment. Mirmina seemed to be in a brief moment of thought. After a moment, she broke the silence. "So, you decided to take this step after hearing the 'ideal' that Gwen Cecil talked about. Do you really believe that he can find a way to let mortals and gods coexist safely without any hidden dangers?"
"Coexist safely without any hidden dangers? It is still too early to say this. Even Gwen Cecil himself only thinks that there is a third way. With his optimism, he would not dare to come to a conclusion like yours. "Amoun seemed to have a smile on his face." But I believe that he will work hard to achieve some results. Before these results come out, it is not a bad thing to observe more, is it? "
"I agree with what you said, but do you really have no other purpose?"
"Other purpose? Well, there is, "Amoun said softly, with a long sigh." To be honest, after knowing that so many changes have happened in the mortal world, it is quite boring to stay here. "
Is it really boring?
Mirmina quietly looked at Amoun, who was bound on the broken ground. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but she could not understand because she could not empathize with how it felt to be sealed in a place by Voyager's legacy for 3,000 years.
After being freed from the shackles of the divine throne, she could run freely in this vast place. She could run from the Courtyard of Disobedience to the deepest part of the Realm of Looming Shadow and occasionally wander in the Realm of Shadows. She was not bored at all.
With this thought in mind, a cloud of dust and sparkling stars floated around her again. She suddenly turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.
Amoun quietly looked in the direction where Mirmina disappeared, motionless.
"(The Gods swore) …"
…
In the Lolun Continent, dominated by humans and other intelligent races, the wheel of history was rolling forward, and the development of civilization was on an unprecedented path.
Meanwhile, on another continent in the far north, the progress of civilization had been stagnant for 1.87 million years. It was only now that the wheel that had been stuck started to turn again — or rather, it had a chance to turn.
The gods disappeared.
The cradle disappeared.
The shackles and eternal protection that had bound the land for millions of years had disappeared.
The land was free, but in the first 72 hours of freedom, everything in Tarlonde just lay dormant quietly. The victors crawled in the scorching dust and let the whistling wind blow from the distant sea. No one cheered for the victory, and no one could stand up to record this turning point in history.
On the shattered East Coast, in the completely destroyed Agundor, in the scorching rift valley across the entire continent, the surviving Giant Dragon and countless completely scrapped war machines were still. They were "scattered" all over the ruins of Tarlonde like lifeless stones.
There were no new orders, no tasks to be done. Most of these Omega Terminals were motionless. Occasionally, some Giant Dragon took off, or some remaining transport machines flew over the floating dust clouds in the sky. They transported the remaining supplies to various places and maintained the lives of the last survivors on the continent.
The silence lasted for a long time until the gale from the sea dispersed the dust clouds in the sky, until the elemental rift in the center of the continent gradually closed, and until the fire in the City of Gods was extinguished. In the center of the ruins of Agundor, there was finally a new movement from the depths of the earth.
A series of roars came from the depths of the earth. It was the remnant power system that was driving some key armor layers. A faint tremor spread throughout the ruins. The buried machinery rumbled and pushed away the heavy soil and collapsed buildings. A corner of the ruins of Agundor collapsed, but the center area rose abnormally. The movement lasted for a full minute before the ruins finally opened up a gap.
A huge, metallic claw pushed open the broken temple pillar. The claw climbed out, and bit by bit, it brought out a thick and powerful limb, a strangely shaped torso, and a glowing red head.
After a difficult climb, a special "Giant Dragon" of nearly 200 meters in length, which had never appeared in Tarlonde, finally climbed out of the ruins and climbed to the top of Agundor.
Even in the Giant Dragon Kingdom where implant modification technology was prevalent, "he" was definitely a creature beyond the imagination of Dragons.
The body of the Giant Dragon was almost entirely made of metal and other inorganic materials. Layers of heavy alloy armor and high-strength polymer were his scales and skin. Light flashed between the gaps of his shell, and there seemed to be countless micro-machines operating continuously inside. However, this Giant Dragon was not a pure mechanical creature. Part of his breastplate had an irregular transparent structure. Flesh, organs, and organic solution could be seen clearly inside the polymer shell. The flesh and the metal parts were fused together, but it did not look like the implant technology that was once popular in Tarlonde. Instead, it looked like these organs had grown on their own.
The strange form of the Giant Dragon was not due to the implant modification — he was born like this.
With heavy steps, the strange Giant Dragon crossed the roof of what used to be the Supreme Council, the square of the upper sanctuary, and the wreckage of the elevator. He came to a "cliff" made of half-melted ruins and slowly crouched there.
The combat machines that could still move and the surviving dragons nearby all gathered in front of him, as if they were waiting for the next order.
But Omega just looked up and controlled this unfamiliar body made of steel and biomass in a clumsy manner. He quietly looked into the distance.
He observed the world with curiosity.
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