Scrap the agreement.
Gwen had not forgotten the 'deterrence' he used when he went to Tarlonde. With the Firmament Station, he set part of the space facilities of the Voyager as orbital debris and dropped them in the 'permitted area' on the planet. Without protection, the remaining energy in the space facilities and the destructive power of the facilities would be enough to cause a catastrophe in the target area, and the 'level' of this catastrophe might even exceed that of a divine calamity.
After all, a divine calamity was just a disaster caused by the gods out of control, and the facilities left behind by the Voyager … were used to slay the gods.
Before Enya spoke, Gwen had actually considered the option of scrapping the agreement. But now, he pondered for a long time and said, "I've thought about it, but the risk is too high."
A calm voice came from the golden dome. "Is it because you can't guarantee that it will hit the target?"
Gwen nodded with a grim face. "… It is indeed difficult to guarantee that it will hit the target. Although the tower is huge, it is still a 'small target' for the abandoned on-orbit facilities. Those facilities have been in service for too long. Even if they can adjust their posture to a certain extent during the scrapping process, the effect is very limited. It is more likely that the tower will hit the nearby Tarlonde continent."
Enya was silent for two seconds before she broke the silence. "How far can it miss? Will it miss to the southeast of Tarlonde? "
"That shouldn't be the case." Gawain shook his head. "I'm pretty sure about that. The tower is located northwest of Tarlund, and the orbit abandonment protocol will only deviate to the west coast of the mainland at most. Wait, you mean …"
"The survivors have built a colony in the southeast corner. They are safe there. As for the west of Tarlonde … it is already a wasteland. It will not make much difference whether it is hit by another round of orbital bombardment," Enya said in a very calm voice.
Gwen stared intently at the shell of the golden dome. His expression turned solemn. "But there may be survivors in the wastelands to the west. If Melita and her brethren could survive on the southeastern coast, the other Giant Dragon could also survive in West Tarlonde. But they are separated by the dimensional fissure and the polluted zone, cutting off communication with the outside world … What about these survivors?"
"It's unlikely that West Tarlonde left any survivors behind. Even if there were, there would be very, very few of them," En Ya said. There was a hint of sadness in her voice that Gwen could not understand. "And they probably wouldn't survive the first few cold nights."
"… How can you be so sure?" Gwen asked subconsciously.
"… The battle started in the Omega factory area in the west," Enya said in a low voice. "In my limited and chaotic memory, I saw with my own eyes that the land was first set ablaze. Perhaps it was because my vigilance against the reverse tide pollution still affected my judgment at that time?
I didn't hold back at that time. I did my best to destroy all the targets in West Tarlonde. "
There was an indescribable silence in the room. Gwen did not know what to say for a while.
After a few seconds, he said, "I understand?
If there are no survivors in West Tarlonde?
Then … "
"But let Helagol and Andal send as many teams as possible to search the area," En Ya suddenly said. "If you really decide to do it, let them check it out before you do it.
Although the chances of survivors are slim.
But maybe … "
"Okay, I understand." Gwen did not let her continue.
He interrupted her before she could say anything.
"I will be cautious about this matter. And the orbital bombardment is not something that can be decided by a simple decision.
There are a lot of things to consider.
There are a lot of situations to investigate.
So Helagol and his team will have plenty of time to continue searching for survivors in the wastelands … After they have the ability to conduct a wider search and rescue?
I will give them priority to go to the west of Tarlonde. "
Now, the temporary government of Tarlonde was in a difficult situation. Its personnel and supplies were stretched thin. According to Melita's description, even the temporary capital, Agundor, could only send a limited number of search teams to perform missions in the nearby areas. Under such circumstances, they did not have much opportunity to consider whether there were any survivors in the west of the continent. But now that the alliance had been formed?
A steady stream of aid and construction teams would soon be rushing to the far north.
This would also include various communications, energy, defense, and other equipment provided by Cecil.
Of course, these things were incomparable to the creations of Tarlonde in its heyday.
But in this difficult time, the "magical gadgets" from the humans were of great use to the poor Giant Dragon.
With sufficient aid, Agundor's operations would not have to worry about the aftermath.
In particular, a large number of precious and healthy Giant Dragon would have the opportunity to free herself from trifles like collecting food and clearing debris. With manpower and supplies not a problem, Helagol and his team should have the spare energy to go to the west of the continent to search for survivors before the orbital abandonment agreement was activated.
With a part of his concerns resolved, Gwen sighed to himself and said, "I have another concern. We can't be sure what will happen if we really use orbital bombardment to attack the tower. Although according to your estimation, it will be destroyed directly, but what if it is not destroyed? What if it is only partially destroyed? What if the tower is destroyed, but the reverse tide pollution inside is diverted and escaped the scene in another way? I remember thinking about these things … until now, I am not sure. "
"So what do you mean?"
"… I will still prioritize orbital bombardment, but before that, I have to personally confirm the situation of the tower," Gwen said solemnly after a brief thought. "If possible, it is best to confirm the state of the 'reverse tide' inside."
"… This will be very dangerous," Enya could not help but remind him.
"That is already a danger. As long as it is there, it will be a growing danger," Gwen said. "The key now is not whether I go or not, but who else can go. Of course, I am not making this decision on impulse. Since I have this plan, I still have something to rely on."
The voice in the golden egg was quiet for a moment, and then came with a smile. "That's true … After all, you are an 'extraterrestrial wanderer', a 'mortal' who once threatened the Dragons and gods."
Gwen could not help but look a little suspicious. "… Why do I feel that you have a lot of complaints about this matter?"
"Of course not."
Gwen could not help but look at the golden egg in front of him suspiciously for a long time. But no matter how hard he looked, he could not see the expression on the smooth eggshell. So he could only smile and stiffly change the topic. "In short, this matter is settled for the time being. I will seriously work out a feasible 'bombing plan.' But one thing I need to make clear is that I need time. There are countless things waiting for me in the Empire and the Alliance. The exploration of the tower also needs a lot of preparation work. This matter cannot be rushed. "
"I understand," Enya said immediately. "As long as you are willing to do it, I am very satisfied. Although the tower is dangerous, the 'god' inside it has died. Its ability to cause harm is limited. There should not be any accidents in a short time."
As she said, the former god could not help but chuckle softly. She then said in a faintly emotional tone, "I can wait. Anyway, I have waited for so long about the tower … and I am the best at waiting."
The topic of the tower was finally over. Gwen did not want to be immersed in the serious and gloomy atmosphere brought about by this topic for a long time. So he shook his head, then looked at Enya and talked about something that he was very concerned about. "By the way, there is something I have wanted to ask since just now … You said that your power has been greatly reduced, and many of your 'authorities' have been lost. How much power do you have left? How many incredible things can you do? "
Enya did not speak for a while, but the aura emanating from the eggshell was obviously stagnant for a moment. Apparently, she did not expect Gwen to be concerned about this. After a while, a gentle and low voice came from the eggshell. "Why do you care about this? Do you want to use my power to do something? "
I want you to help me make coke.jpg.
But she really could not say this out loud.
Gwen coughed twice and tried to make his expression look more serious. "I am just curious. Do you still have the authority of 'miracles' like 'reflections' after you cut off your divinity and left your priesthood? Can you still create 'reflections' with the body of a mortal? "
"You want to find out if a god can still recreate 'miracles' with the remaining power and knowledge after leaving his priesthood?" The voice from the eggshell immediately became serious. "Ah … this is really a line of thought that I have never thought of. Sure enough, this is a direction that only you can pay attention to. It is worth studying. This matter is indeed worth studying. I feel that I have something to do for a while. But there are many kinds of 'miracles.' A miracle that can only be used to make drinks does not have much research value. Maybe I can start from another … "
"Let's start with reflections," Gwen said with a serious face. "We should go step by step."
"I mean … although reflections as miracles are also incredible, the technical content is not enough. I have more suitable work to do …"
Gwen said with a serious face. "Let's start with reflections."
En Ya was speechless.
Gwen was speechless.
A particularly human sigh came from the golden giant egg. "Just tell me, what flavor do you like?"
Gwen's face twitched a little. He touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. "It's hard to describe …"
"The flavor of your hometown … I remember you mentioned that it is the flavor of the wanderers' hometown?"
Gwen thought for a while and finally could not help but chuckle. The forced serious look was replaced by an easygoing one. "… You can say that."
"Then, it seems that there's no shortcut … I can slowly try to recreate that delicious' miracle, '" En Ya's voice had a hint of helplessness, followed by a little surprise. "But I really didn't expect that the extraterritorial wanderers would have such an emotional and … easygoing side. I thought you were always rational and indifferent, like machines and runes. That's interesting … You were not like this when we talked last time. "
"What you said was more like a description of a god, but I was more of a 'human' from the beginning." Gwen spread out his hands. "As for why it was different last time, the reason is very simple. Last time, I was talking to the Dragons. This time … you are En Ya."
The golden giant egg was silent. Then it suddenly asked, "Your flavor of your hometown, does it add ice?"
"Yes."
"Well, I have a direction to work on."
Gwen thought for a while and felt that there was something wrong with the development of this matter. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
In any case, he didn't want Enya, the "God of the Past," to come into contact with his deeper and more core secrets too early. He also needed to find something for her to do in the short term. After considering both sides, she now had a target that didn't seem to be dangerous … This development was pretty good.
Besides, he had silently arranged a "network test project" for the God of the Past, and he did not intend to arrange more in the future. This was to ensure the "purity" of the samples during the test process.
At this moment, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the corridor, interrupting the conversation between Gwen and En Ya.
The door of the hatching room was pushed open, and Betty appeared in front of Gwen with a large tray in her hand. The servant girl had a happy look on her face. She walked into the room and said, "Master, Miss En Ya, I've brought the tea and snacks!"
"You came just in time," Gwen said to Betty with a smile. "I haven't drunk the tea you made for me for many days."
Cola was good, but the tea at home tasted just as good.
Betty happily accepted the compliment and handed the first cup of black tea to Gwen. Then, in front of Gwen, she took the teapot to En Ya and poured the hot tea on the eggshell.
Gwen held the teacup in his hand and looked at the scene, dumbfounded.
He did hear the rumor that Betty "watered" En Ya, but he did not expect that the so-called "watering" was so crude and simple. Did this girl usually pour water on the eggshell like this? And En Ya … Why did she look like she was enjoying it?
Gwen suddenly felt that the teacup in his hand was strange to the touch. He completely understood the source of the faint tea fragrance on En Ya's eggshell. She had pickled it!
"Master?" No matter how slow Betty's reaction was, she noticed Gwen's gaze after pouring half a pot of tea. She turned her head in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
The corner of Gwen's mouth twitched, and he could not help but ask, "Betty … Are you cooking tea eggs?"
Betty looked confused. "What's a tea egg?"
"It's a kind of food … Forget it, you won't understand." Gwen facepalmed. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Oh." Since Master doesn't want to talk about it, I guess I don't have to worry about it. She quickly put this matter aside and took out a soft cloth from her pocket and began to wipe Enya's eggshell as per her usual routine.
Squeaking sounds rang in the incubation room. Gwen put down the teacup that he had picked up with great difficulty. "… Do you usually do this to her?"
Betty stopped again with a confused look. "What's a 'plate'?"
Gwen was speechless.
(This is my last ripple …)
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