Although Gawain still knew very little about the deepest secrets behind the gods, with the unremitting efforts of several research teams in recent years, he had at least identified a few methods that were extremely effective against divine corruption. From the most primitive siren runes, to the Song of the Deep and the human nature barrier, to the anti-divinity defense technology that was currently in the testing stage and centered on the "non-directional ideology", these technologies were progressing step by step, gradually revealing the direction in which they would be effective in the future.
After all, the siren's runes and songs came from other races, and there were many black boxes in their principles. However, the non-directional ideology came from Cecil himself, and the technical route was clear. There was no need to say more about the development potential of the two. The most important foundation behind the non-directional ideology was the narrator's neural network. The essence of the neural network was a massive structure formed by the interconnection of enough mortal minds. With the disordered subconscious of a massive number of mortals against the divine corruption of the gods, it meant that the larger the neural network was, the stronger its resistance to divinity would be. Based on this theory, it was inevitable to build a neural network that covered the world and included more mortal minds.
In fact, this was also an important reason why Gwen was determined to establish a 'united front' and pull in countries large and small as allies. Even the weakest kingdom could form an effective force in the neural network.
Countries were strong and weak, people were foolish and wise, and even civilizations in different regions were different. Therefore, many people did not quite understand Gwen's motive of pulling those inconspicuous and backward countries onto the war chariot. In their view, some regions were a burden, and pulling them onto the war chariot would only increase the cost. Even in Cecil's country, this idea was not uncommon. But Gwen himself knew very well that on the battlefield against divine corruption, mortals were truly equal. Population itself … was wealth.
Rebecca could not understand some of her ancestor's far-sighted thinking, but at least in this technical field, her thinking was as clear and sharp as Gwen's. Noticing the changes in Gwen's expression, she could not help but say, "If only the elves could directly modify their communication facilities and use our magic network technology …"
"Good idea, but it's not feasible." Gwen smiled and sighed. "The scale of the elves' sentinel data link is huge, the technology is mature, and coexists with the Wall of Grandeur. The cost and risk of large-scale modification are unimaginable. Even the powerful Silver Empire would not easily try it. In the best case scenario, they would do some upgrades to the interface of their communication network, and at the same time produce immersion pods that meet the standards of the Silver Empire. This is a little troublesome, but at least the neural network can be laid out … "
"Typhon's side is not so cooperative?" Rebecca scratched her hair again. Her hair was a little messier than before. "I see that you and Rosetta Augustus have a good talk."
Gwen looked into Rebecca's eyes, a faint smile with a hint of seriousness. "Silly girl. Remember, there is no such thing as' intimacy 'between countries. There are only temporary interests and limited mutual trust based on common interests. Never feel that you can confide in another country just because the leader of that country looks friendly. In fact, even if Rosetta and I are really 'bosom friends' to some extent, he and I will definitely prioritize the interests of our country. Even if we temporarily consider each other, it is only because a certain field happens to be our common goal, and there is no conflict of interest between Typhon and Cecil in that field for the time being.
"But this does not mean that we are falsifying the covenant or engaging in fraudulent diplomacy. This is just because we are each fulfilling our responsibilities and being responsible for our own country.
"Back to Typhon's attitude on communication technology … After the technical communication channel is established, Rosetta should realize the significance of the 'anti-divinity barrier', but he will not let us extend our reach too far. He has already suffered on the railway. According to the intelligence from there, Oldenheim is tightening the investment and construction interface of the domestic railway, which means that they have more or less come to their senses on this matter.
"So, although Rosetta has said that he will consider Cecil's communication technology, according to my estimation, he will at most allow the two countries to build a 'interface' similar to the one between us and the Silver Empire, or set up backup communication facilities in a few areas of the country. In general, the communication towers of the Typhon Empire will continue to operate. After all, those communication towers have just undergone a large-scale upgrade recently. Even if Rosetta is determined to abandon them, Typhon's treasury will probably not allow it.
"In the best case scenario, the three communication technologies on the Lorien Continent will exist for a long time: Cecil's communication network, Typhon's communication tower network, and the Silver Empire's sentinel data link. What we should do now is not to hope that the other two communication technologies will disappear, but to figure out how to make the existing divine protection technology work in the three network environments. Don't worry, the old technology will disappear, but it will take time. "
Rebecca frowned. She understood Gwen's words, but she did not like the answer. "I understand … but it will definitely cost extra. Sigh … I thought the countries would be more united after the establishment of the alliance … "
Gwen smiled and patted Rebecca's head. "Do you know porcupines?"
Rebecca's eyes suddenly lit up. "Ah, I know! It's delicious! When I was young, I snuck into the mountains … Umm … You're probably not going to tell me this? "
Gwen's emotions were not coherent for a moment, but fortunately, he had long been used to Rebecca's uncontrollable thoughts. He coughed twice and adjusted his expression back to the dignified state of an ancestor. "… What I want to say is, the human countries are like porcupines huddling together for warmth. Everyone needs to get through this long winter, but everyone has spikes to protect themselves. The world is very dangerous, we can't pull out our spikes, so what we can do is to find a small balance between the spikes and the warmth. This does require extra energy, but this is the mortal … weak, cautious, and knows how to huddle together, but not good at it. "
Rebecca listened to Gwen in a daze. At this moment, she seemed to understand a lot of things. She then asked softly, "Is this how the alliance you established works?"
Gwen nodded. "This is how the alliance works."
Rebecca left with a thoughtful expression. After her figure was far away, Amber's voice suddenly came from Gwen's side. "Looks like she suddenly has a lot of things on her mind."
Gwen smiled and sighed softly. "Maybe the answer I gave her was not in line with her expectations."
"Because you're too great in her eyes. So great that you're omnipotent, so great that you can change the fate of many people. Therefore, she also views the 'alliance' you established as something equally great. It's like a glorious miracle created by an epic hero. It can't have the slightest flaw," Amber said softly with a faint smile on his face as he watched Rebecca leave. "But this alliance isn't that great. It's just a nest of porcupines."
"… I don't need to be so great. If I'm too great, I'll be like a god." Gwen shook his head, then looked in the direction of the Silver Elves not far away. "The process is coming to an end, we should go back … Help me run another errand."
…
The final process had come to an end. The team of magic cars carrying the representatives of various countries began to depart from the assembly point in the wilderness. The mighty convoy drove on the temporarily built road, and under the fluttering alliance flag, they drove in the direction of Elven Stronghold No. 112. At the back of the convoy, the magic car with Cecil's flag stopped by the roadside, and a figure with long blonde hair bent down and got into the car.
In the back of the magic car, Gwen looked at the Silver Queen who had just sat down opposite him and smiled. "Good afternoon, Bersetia."
"Good afternoon, Uncle Gwen." Bersetia glanced at the scene outside the window that had begun to recede. She turned back and smiled at Gwen. "After receiving the message from Miss Amber, I was surprised. Do you have anything to say to me on the return journey? You know, after the meeting, the Silver Queen and Emperor Cecil returning in the same car will certainly attract a lot of attention. Who knows how many speculations about the changes in the situation will be summed up by the intelligence personnel of various countries. "
"Emperor Cecil and the Silver Queen knew each other 700 years ago. I hope they will start with this first when they think about it," Gwen said casually. "Besides, if I wait for everyone to return to Stronghold No. 112 before I talk to you, it will attract as much attention as it does now."
"That's true. Those eyes did not suddenly fall on us, but they have not left since the beginning," Bersetia said. At the same time, she looked back slightly at the driver's seat. After seeing Amber holding the steering wheel and joystick tightly, her face immediately became serious. "… The Minister of Intelligence is driving the car. It seems that what you want to talk to me about is not simple."
Gwen looked at Bersetia.
The 112 meeting was over. The Alliance had been formed. The Theocratic Council had also been established. The Silver Empire was on the war chariot. The follow-up technology sharing and joint construction would also be launched. The time was ripe. There were some things to talk about.
"Do you remember what we talked about on the first day here?" Gwen said.
Bersetia was stunned for a moment. Some kind of intuition rose in her heart. She vaguely realized something. "About the history of the elves' religion, the changes of the Druil Church, the entanglement of nature belief and heretical nature belief?"
"Now, let's continue this topic." Gwen nodded, his eyes fixed on Bersetia's eyes. "If I give you a chance to talk to the God of Nature in person, what do you want to say?"
The Silver Queen's calm demeanor finally stiffened. It was as if a bone-piercing chill suddenly swept across the carriage. The expression of the ruler of the empire seemed to be frozen. After a few seconds, her expression changed a little. With a delayed shock and a little nervousness, she said, "What … did you say? Talk to the God of Nature in person? The God of Nature you are talking about, he is … "
"Amoun the Giant Deer, the guardian under the giant tree of 'reincarnation,' the master of nature, the original main god of the Druil Church."
"Are you serious?" The Silver Queen finally calmed down. She stared at Gwen's eyes as if she was still trying to find the joke in them. "You mean … but how is this possible? And even if he is still here, how can mortals establish a relationship with the gods directly? "
"Ordinary mortals can't, but extraterritorial wanderers can," Gwen said. Outside the window beside him, a slanted sunset was shining over the mountains of the wasteland in the distance, landing on the flagpole that kept retreating. The flag of the alliance fluttered high in the sun. "In order to fight with this cruel world, your Uncle Gwen has prepared more than one card."
The Silver Queen's expression changed from shock to stagnation and finally returned to normal. She thought, deduced, and finally, all the changes in her emotions were replaced by some kind of determination. She seemed to have made the most important decision in her life. After a deep breath, she broke the silence. "I will immediately make arrangements when I return to the town. Valentin will return first, and I will go to Cecil with you. Don't worry, I will think of a good reason, and this will not be made public."
…
The holographic projection above the magic net terminal showed the scenery from afar. The commentary outside the screen was in high spirits. Amoun's pair of eyes that seemed to be cast by light blinked twice. The former god of nature let out a long sigh. "Their meeting is finally over … Fortunately, we did not miss the last broadcast."
"Yes, yes, yes, we did not miss the broadcast. Of course, we did not miss the broadcast. After all, all the channels are broadcasting the same thing. Even the latest episode of 'The Adventures of Modir' has been canceled. This is an extended episode every Friday!" Mirmina's voice came from the side, with a heavy complaint. "Hopefully, they can make it up before next Sunday's rest day."
Amoun could not move his body, so he could only glance at the complaining lady. "You should reduce your complaints and obsession with the magic movie, and instead put your limited energy into more meaningful programs. Don't you think this meeting is very valuable? Especially the 'Theocratic Council' they mentioned at the end … Unfortunately, the 'expert' only mentioned it in a sentence, saying that such an organization was established, but did not elaborate on its role at all … "
As Amoun muttered, Mirmina's interest was finally aroused. The Goddess of Magic thought for a moment and said faintly, "The Theocratic Council … Indeed, it is interesting to hear the name. It sounds like it has a lot to do with us, as if those mortals are ready to do something big … Unfortunately, the whole broadcast only mentioned it in one sentence. "
"According to my summary these days," Amoun thought for a moment and suddenly said, "When it comes to the 'news' of mortals, the fewer words there are, the bigger the matter is. The Theocratic Council was only mentioned in one sentence from the beginning to the end, so this matter seems to be extraordinarily big."
Listening to the reasonable analysis of the former God of Nature, Mirmina just shrugged nonchalantly and continued to feel sorry for her canceled TV series. However, she had only felt sorry for a few seconds when she heard Amoun suddenly say, "Hmm?"
Mirmina immediately looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"I … I suddenly felt … weird," Amoun said hesitantly. "Like a chill? Or a shiver? Anyway, it's something similar. It seems that something against me is about to happen … "
Mirmina quickly put away her relaxed attitude and became very serious. "Are you sure? This is not a trivial matter. The 'intuition' of the gods is close to foresight, especially when it comes to things involving themselves … "
"I'm not sure. I've been away from the divine throne for three thousand years, and I can't remember how long it has been since I had this feeling," Amoun said in a muffled voice, and then his tone suddenly became very strange. "Wait … Err, this is not good."
"What's wrong with you?"
Amoun's voice was filled with despair. "… The weird feeling has weakened, but my back seems to be itchy …"
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