The hall fell into an eerie silence.
The outer shell of the metal box had been fully opened by the mechanism, and the object inside was presented before everyone. Gwen's thought of 'this little Ma Baoli must be messing with me' vanished with the appearance of the pale golden sphere. At least he was sure of one thing: this thing was really a dragon egg …
Dragons, the Dragons who survived the great collapse of Tarlonde, sent messengers across the Northern Arctic Ocean and thousands of miles to establish diplomatic relations, and they spent so much effort to send him a dragon egg.
Logically speaking, as long as Melita's brain had not been damaged in the previous battle, she would not have joked with him about the origin of this egg.
After a full two minutes of silence, Gwen finally broke the silence. "… The goddess you are talking about, is it Enya?"
Melita's expression was a little complicated. She sighed and said softly, "Yes, the goddess who sheltered and locked Tarlonde, Enya … Now I can call her name directly."
"So what is the meaning of this egg?" For the first time, Gwen felt that his brain was not enough. The corner of his eyes twitched slightly, and it took him a lot of effort to keep his tone calm. "Why did your goddess leave a last wish for you to give this egg to me? No, more importantly, why is there such an egg? "
As soon as Gwen's voice trailed off, Amber suddenly showed a strange look. The half-elf suddenly turned her head and stared straight at Gwen's face, her face full of hesitation. There was no doubt that she was brewing a bold speech of about 800 words, but the basic sense of crisis and survival instinct was still in play, so those bold words were temporarily held back in her stomach.
Amber was still very confident in her own strength. She knew that as long as she said the bold thoughts in her mind, Gwen could pick up a scallion and slap her to the ceiling. She had experience in this matter.
But not everyone had the sense of crisis like Amber. Rebecca, who was standing at the side and studying the dragon egg, suddenly turned her head and said casually, "Ancestor! Didn't you say that you talked to the Dragon God a few times? Could it be that at that time, you accidentally left … "
Before the silly roe deer could finish her words, Heti raised her hand and pressed on her shoulder. The conditioned reflex that she had been raised from childhood instantly kicked in. Rebecca's whole body quivered, and the rest of her words were swallowed back …
Gwen silently looked at Rebecca, and then at Heti whose face had darkened, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Forget it, there are outsiders here now."
Rebecca was speechless.
Melita stood at the side, curiously looking at the scene in front of her. She watched the interaction between Gwen and his family. It was a strange feeling because she had never thought that a person like Gwen, who looked so serious and had so many halos, could have such a relaxed and interesting atmosphere when interacting with his family in private. On the other hand, as a "professional employee" of a certain biochemical company, she had never experienced what it was like to have a family life like this.
In the past long years, the booster, work schedule, and the Omega System had arranged almost all of her life together. She had never felt that there was anything wrong with it. But now, at a certain moment, she felt a little … envious.
But soon, she shook off the strange emotion and shook her head. "Ahem, I actually don't want to disturb you, but about this dragon egg, I still have to explain.
"First of all, I actually don't know how this dragon egg was … created. Even our leader hasn't figured it out yet. Now, we can only confirm that it's something left behind by our god after he left, but the mechanism behind it is still unclear.
"Secondly, when the god left the order to entrust the dragon egg to you, he also left some words. These words are very important, and I hope you will listen carefully."
Seeing the extraordinarily serious expression on Melita's face, Gwen instantly realized that this was no small matter. He quickly focused and looked into her eyes seriously. "What words?"
Melita cleared her throat and said solemnly, "The first one: 'God', as a natural phenomenon, will never die …"
She repeated the words that Carador told her before they left, not missing a single word. As the one who was listening, Gwen's expression changed the moment he heard the first message. After that, his tense face did not relax for a moment. It was only until two seconds after Melita finished everything that his eyes moved, and then his gaze fell on the pale golden dragon egg. The latter was still standing quietly on the pedestal at the bottom of the metal box, exuding a constant faint light. It did not respond to the surrounding gazes, as if there were endless secrets sealed inside.
At this moment, Gwen could not help but think of the first message that he had just heard: 'God, as a natural phenomenon, will never die …'
The Dragon God, nominally the guardian of the Giant Dragon race, but in fact, it was also an aggregation of various symbols of divinity. All the natural phenomena that the Giant Dragon had revered since its birth as a mortal race — fire, frost, lightning, life, death, and even nature itself … all these were gathered in the Dragon God, and as the Giant Dragon successfully broke through the shackles of adulthood, these 'reverence' had also disappeared. So, as a kind of 'aggregation' of the Dragon God … would he eventually disintegrate into the most primitive symbols and concepts and return to the 'deep sea', or would he leave some kind of remnant due to the gathering of humanity?
"The essential element of the third story …" Gwen whispered softly, his eyes never leaving the dragon egg. He suddenly became a little curious and looked at Melita beside him. "This essential element refers to the egg, or the four concluding conclusions?"
"We don't know … God's will is always vague, but it may also be that our understanding is limited." Melita shook her head. "Maybe both? After all, we still don't know enough about God. In this regard, you seem to have some kind of special talent and can easily understand many of the metaphors of God. "
She raised her eyelids and looked into Gwen's eyes. "So, do you know what the 'third story' that God refers to is? Before our departure, our leader asked me to ask you: Do mortals really have any other choice? "
Gwen was silent, quietly thinking in silence. He seriously deliberated for a long time before he said in a low voice, "In fact, since the fall of the God of War, I have been thinking about this question … God is born because of the ideas of people, but also because of the changes in ideas, it becomes a disaster for mortals. To meet the end of the countdown in submission is one way, to seek survival in the killing of God is another way, and as for the third way … I have been thinking about the possibility of 'coexistence'."
"It sounds very difficult," Melita said straightforwardly.
"It's indeed difficult, but it's not like we haven't made any progress. We've succeeded in removing the divinity of gods like the Upper Narrator, and to a certain extent, we've also 'released' the shackles between the God of Nature and the Goddess of Magic. Now we're still trying to subtly sever ties with the God of Holy Light," Gawain said as he pondered. He knew that the dragons were natural allies in the cause of rebellion, and now that they had successfully broken free from the shackles, he did not have to hold back when talking about this in front of Melita. "The only problem now is that all these 'successful cases' are too harsh. Behind every success are restrictive conditions that cannot be replicated, and the number of gods that humans have to face is too great …"
"And there are always new gods being born," Melita said. "Besides, you can't be sure that all the gods are willing to cooperate with your 'coexistence' plan. Mortals are changeable, and changeable mortals bring about changeable ideas. This means that you can't treat the gods as some kind of 'mass-produced model.' Every god you have to face … is a unique 'case.'"
"No matter how unique the case may be, there will always be a common logic behind it. At least, the common logic is' born of thought, '" Gawain said seriously. "So I have a plan now, based on the alliance of the mortal countries, I call it the Theocratic Council."
Melita was stunned for a moment before she quickly understood the possible meaning behind the term. Her eyes gradually widened as she looked at Gwen in astonishment. "You want to control the thoughts of the mortals?"
Then, without waiting for Gwen to answer, she shook her head. "This is almost equivalent to controlling the thoughts of all mortals … Let's not talk about whether it will succeed, this behavior itself will probably cause everyone to resist … unless you want to build an Omega system like us, but the price of that is not something that all races can bear …"
"So what I want to do is not 'control'." Gwen laughed. "In fact, according to our recent research, it is the overly controlled thoughts that cause the gods to become extremely powerful and constantly regenerate. So what we want to do … is not to control all thoughts, but to liberate all thoughts."
The room was quiet for a moment. Melita seemed to be frightened by Gwen's grand and even somewhat audacious idea. She thought for a long time and finally noticed that Heti, Amber, and even Rebecca had a very natural expression on their faces. This made her thoughtful. "It seems that … this plan has been brewing for some time."
"We have verified its initial results in the transformation process of the Church of Holy Light, and verified its theoretical feasibility in the chaotic model of the neural network. We think that this goal can be achieved through long-term social restructuring, educational popularization, and social change — even in a short period of time, it can also produce quite good results," Gwen said. "Now the key problem is that the other countries on the continent will not necessarily accept all this directly. So we need a Theocratic Council. I hope to at least reach a basic consensus among the leaders of some countries, and then promote this change through the gradual economic and cultural impact and technological development."
Melita looked at Gwen and thought for a long time. Then she suddenly smiled. "I think I understand what you want to do. World-level universal education, as well as using economic and technological development to force society to change its customs … As expected of you, you actually called all of this' divine right '. "
Gwen raised his eyebrows. "It sounds like you are very interested in this?"
"Yes, I am personally very interested. But whether the Dragons are interested or not depends on when we can see a more detailed plan," Melita said with a smile. "Don't tell me you don't even have a plan?"
"Of course, I have all the relevant information," Gwen said. But then he suddenly realized something. "But do you really need it? You have broken free of the shackles with your own efforts … Dragons are now the only 'free race' in the world besides the sirens, right? "
"Why don't we need it?" Melita asked in return. Her expression then became serious. "Indeed, the Dragons are now free. But as long as we have a little understanding of the rules of this world, we know that this' freedom 'is actually only temporary. As long as the gods are alive … and as long as the 'ignorance' and 'blindness' in the minds of the mortals still exist, the shackles will come back sooner or later. The survivors of Tarlonde are only concerned about two things now. One is how to survive in the wasteland, and the other is how to prevent the gods from coming back in the near future. These two things make us restless. "
She looked up and looked into Gwen's eyes. "So, maybe your 'Theocratic Council' is a good medicine that can cure the problem. Even if it can't be cured … at least it is a successful exploration."
"I am a little surprised by this evaluation," Gwen said seriously. "Then I will prepare enough information for you as soon as possible. But there is one thing I want to confirm. Can you represent the wishes of all the Dragons of Tarlonde?"
Melita looked into Gwen's eyes. Her expression became serious. "This time, I represent Tarlonde fully," she said word by word.
Gwen nodded. Then his expression relaxed and a smile appeared on his face again. "Well, we have talked about enough heavy topics. Maybe it's time to talk about something else."
As his voice trailed off, the atmosphere quickly relaxed. Rebecca, who had shrunk her neck and listened attentively, finally had a chance to breathe. She immediately blinked and reached out to touch the pale golden dragon egg. She broke the silence with a curious look. "Actually, I have been wanting to ask … this egg was given to us, but what are we going to do with it?"
"Not given to you, it is given to Gwen Cecil himself. There are some differences." Melita immediately corrected Rebecca's statement. She then looked a little confused. "As for what to do with this dragon egg … I actually don't know. When we set off, they only told me to pass it on, and no one told me what to do next. "
Amber, who had not spoken much, thought for a moment. She then pinched her chin and asked tentatively, "How about … we try to hatch it?"
(End of Chapter)
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