In the Shadowy Courtyard shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, Amoun the Giant Deer was facing off against the Mana Net Terminal.
"I think this thing is broken." After a long silence, the former God of Nature finally came to a conclusion. "Look, it wasn't even lit up when it was sent here."
"… I've said it a few times, the Mana Net Terminal can't be turned on. It needs to be placed in an energy field to operate." Beside Amoun, the giant-like lady, who was formed from clouds and arcane symbols, sighed helplessly. Her sigh formed a medium-sized arcane cyclone in the Shadowy Realm, causing countless lightning bolts to appear at the edge of the courtyard. "Didn't the person in charge of the installation tell you how to use this thing?"
"It was that mortal called 'Kamel' who sent it. He didn't say, and I didn't ask," Amoun said in a muffled voice. "He looked busy, and didn't seem to want to stay around me for long."
"… I can imagine, I've heard about him, and his feelings towards you must be very complicated." Mirmina lowered her head, her eyes filled with arcane radiance sweeping between Amoun and the Mana Net Terminal. "And if it were someone else, it would probably be the same. You're a god after all, how would mortals think that you need someone to teach you how to use this thing …"
"You can't blame me. My authority is the power of nature, not the arcane mysteries of magic. Furthermore, I've been away from the prime material world for three thousand years. Three thousand years, do you know how I've spent those three thousand years? I've just been lying here … "
Mirmina did not wait for Amoun to finish before interrupting him. "So, do you need my help or not?"
"No, I can do it myself!" Amoun replied without hesitation.
Mirmina was a little dismissive. She shook her head and got to her feet. "Very well, since you don't need help, I'll go for a walk."
As soon as she spoke, the lady who ruled over arcane and magic had already turned into a violent whirlwind of mana, sweeping across the vast stony plains and endless darkness like a gale, quickly disappearing from Amoun's sight.
Amoun was still lying motionless between the boulder and the metal structure, but his eyes seemed to be looking in the direction where Mirmina had disappeared. It was only when she had completely disappeared into the darkness that he let out a soft sigh. "Actually, even if you want to help …"
In an instant, a gust of wind swept from afar, mixed with powerful magical ripples and arcane lightning that followed like a shadow. Myrmina returned to Ah Mo 'en as she left. The elegant lady bent down slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on her face that was covered by mist. "See, I told you that you need help, right?"
Amoun was speechless.
"You're welcome. It's a piece of cake for me." Mirmina's smile was even more obvious. Before Amoun could object, she had already bent down and reached out with her finger to touch the magical network terminal fixed on a floating boulder. The terminal was already a public facility in the city, but in front of her, it was as small as a portable device. "You see, actually you only need to do this …"
A cluster of small arcane sparks burst out of the void. Mirmina's finger did not touch the device, but the resonance of mana had already activated the runic array inside the intricate device. With a soft hum and the runic arrays lighting up one after another, the projection crystal on the magical network terminal lit up, and a clear holographic image appeared above the crystal.
A lady with a sweet smile was introducing the newly opened neural network distribution station in the city. In the background, rows of neatly arranged immersion pods were waiting for the citizens to experience it.
"… Ah, it's lit up." A few seconds later, Amoun suddenly said.
"Don't talk. Watch the show." Mirmina cut him off.
"So you really just want to use my magical network terminal," Amoun said flatly, his tone emotionless. "Why don't you ask the human for one yourself? He shouldn't mind … "
"I mind, but I still have to be cautious. I have to avoid contact with any mortals, because I'm not sure if any accidental contact would reestablish my connection with the prime material realm. I'm also not sure if I've completed my self-isolation and purification, and most importantly … I'm still observing that 'human' you speak of, and I won't take any risks before I confirm that he's reliable."
"In my opinion, you are not as cautious as you say. But since this is your choice, I will not comment on it," Amoun said calmly. "But I want to remind you … we don't have much time. This era's civilization has lived peacefully for a long time, and in this world, peaceful days will not last long. "
Mirmina silently glanced at Amoun beside her. Her eyes that were full of arcane light seemed to flash a few times as if she was thinking about something. But in the end, she did not say anything.
Amoun also fell silent as if he had been silent for many years. But unlike the past, there was a cheerful and lively voice echoing in the dark and chaotic courtyard, and this lifeless world had gained a sense of vitality.
The two gods of the past were sitting or lying quietly in the courtyard of the Fortress of Disobedience, guarding a magic machine that was very small for them. The achievements of the civilization created by the mortal races in this era were accompanying them. The accompaniment seemed insignificant, but they seemed to be completely intoxicated. There was no telling whether they were intoxicated by the 'program' created by the mortals or the peace and comfort of this moment.
"How do I change the channel?" Amoun suddenly asked.
"Don't change it yet. I will teach you after I finish watching this."
…
Gwen had finished his story. After omitting the glorious description of the Giant Dragon civilization and the history that had little to do with the Loren Continent, he did not need to talk about the million-year endurance and the last moment of the Giant Dragon's escape. Considering the worldview of the audience and the technical details that were difficult to pave the way for, he also omitted the last part of the Omega's flight and voyage. But even so, the thrilling story still shocked Rosetta and Matilda beside him.
"This is the story of Tarlonde." Gwen let out a long sigh and concluded. "Now they have regained their freedom. This civilization, which had crossed a long period of time that we can't imagine, has been reborn from the ashes and returned to the mortal world. They are not the legends of bards, nor are they monsters in another dimension. The Giant Dragon has flesh and blood, and it is a mortal species like us. They will also encounter difficulties, and now they have decided to ask for help from the mortal world."
"It's really hard to imagine that such a thing has happened outside the 'world' we know," Matilda could not help but whisper. "The fusion of the gods … the destructive 'escape' … I thought what we experienced on the battlefield of Wintercastle was the peak of all historical legends, but now it seems that there are still many things in this world that are beyond our imagination."
"You just mentioned that the Giant Dragon completely broke free from the shackles of the gods by rushing out of our planet at the last stage?" Rosetta was obviously concerned about something more crucial. "The ambassador of the Dragons described this as the 'ultimate act of rebellion'?"
"Yes." Gwen nodded. "According to the Dragons, this is a key 'ritual symbol', a key act of the mortal race stepping out of the cradle and into adulthood. And according to my understanding, this has something to do with the birth mechanism of the gods. The specific details involve a very complicated theoretical model. If we have a technical exchange in this area later, I can discuss it with you in detail. "
Rosetta looked into Gwen's eyes and said slowly word by word, "You mean that all the ideological basis of the birth of the gods is based on the level of the mortal race's understanding of 'this planet', and the universe is a realm that is completely beyond our old worldview. All the religious scriptures of the mortals have never considered how to explain the order of the stars, so once they enter the stars, the gods lose the doctrinal basis of their existence?"
"…" Gwen could not help but pause for a moment. Looking at Rosetta, his eyes suddenly became very deep. "You know this?"
"The Augustus Family once coexisted with a thing that called itself God for two centuries." Rosetta smiled and pointed to his forehead. "Whether it can still be called a god or not, at least its knowledge is real. It draws spiritual nourishment from us, and we are constantly secretly extracting forbidden knowledge and ancient memories from it."
"… You have been 'stealing' knowledge from the 'God's Eye'?" Gwen was a little surprised. "How much have you obtained through this method?"
"Not a lot. After all, it is just a fragment, but not a lot. After all, the fragment belongs to the gods." Rosetta seemed to deliberately set up suspense on this topic. "Fortunately, the 'eye' was once active in an era of civilization. Many secrets that are unknown in our era were not secrets in its era. Unfortunately, this knowledge was just a kind of trouble for a long time. Under the shackles of the eye, we could not put this knowledge to use for generations."
At this point, Rosetta suddenly paused and spread out his hand. "So you see, we do have a need for further technical exchange."
Gwen smiled. This time his smile came from the bottom of his heart. It was a smile of unexpected joy. "It seems that it is true. The Theocratic Council needs this precious information."
He raised his glass and clinked it with Rosetta again. The latter took a sip out of courtesy and seemed to be deep in thought. The ruler of Typhon was silent for a moment. Then he looked up and stared at Gwen for a long time. It was not until his gaze was about to cross the line of etiquette that he broke the silence with a very solemn expression. "So, you have been dealing with this kind of thing all the time?"
Gwen quickly understood the meaning of Rosetta's words. He showed a complicated smile, and his voice sounded weathered. "If I can, I don't want to. But as a person who has experienced the resurrection of the dead, I am afraid that I am destined to deal with many unimaginable things. The relics of the gods, the demonic wave, the countdown of the mad god … there are too many things that can destroy our fragile countries. "
"Indeed, there are too many things that can destroy our fragile countries … The luck of the ordinary people is that they know nothing about it. As long as the end has not come, they can continue to enjoy the last moment of peace." Rosetta shook his head. He suddenly looked at Gwen and made a joke. "And your misfortune is that you know all about it, and you even have to watch it get closer and closer every day."
"Now that is also your misfortune," Gwen said calmly.
Rosetta ignored the teasing in Gwen's words. He just suddenly sighed. "Now I believe more in your concept of a 'community with a shared future' and your plan to change the world."
Gwen was curious. "Why all of a sudden?"
"… A person standing in front of the truth of the end of the world has no extra energy to calculate the bread in other people's pockets."
Gwen could not help but raise his eyebrows. "That sounds like a very high compliment. So will you support Cecil unconditionally?"
"Of course not. I don't even trust you too much," Rosetta said without hesitation. "I only believe in your idea and plan, and I believe that you will do something for this idea by hook or by crook. Typhon may be your partner, but it is also possible that you will use it as a consumable or nourishment to resist the apocalypse, isn't it?"
Gwen smiled and did not answer the question.
After two seconds of silence, he pulled the topic back. "So, about Tarlonde …"
"Of course, I will stand on Cecil's side on this issue. Although Typhon has gone through this battle, we have no shortage of food in our country. We will also appeal to the southern mountainous kingdoms and tropical kingdoms, and help Cecil to complete the establishment and launch of the Food Committee as soon as possible."
At this point, Rosetta could not help but shake his head and sighed. "As you said just now, the luckiest thing in this matter is that the Giant Dragon held the bottom line of their civilization in the face of the catastrophe. They chose to actively save themselves and peacefully ask for help to tide over the crisis. This way, we don't have to face another 'Draconic Plague' after the divine disaster. But in my opinion … nothing is absolute."
"You are worried that there will still be Dragons out of control and cross the ocean to plunder the weaker human territories?"
"Not worried, there will definitely be." Rosetta nodded. "Although I am not very clear about Tarlonde's situation, and have not been in contact with the Giant Dragon, I can speculate a lot of things from your description. The Dragons have the same human weakness as us, and have limited ability. How much wasteland can their temporary government control after the collapse of society? How many refugees can they gather and restrain? There will definitely be Giant Dragon out of control, and these Giant Dragons are so powerful that they can cross the endless ocean and harass the human borders with their flesh alone … I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with this situation. How can we repatriate these 'refugees' who do not conform to the rules? Not to mention, this will also greatly dampen the enthusiasm of the member states participating in the food relief. "
Gwen looked at Rosetta and said slowly, "… After three warnings, they can be shot down."
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