Standing before the seemingly thin energy shield, Bersetia suddenly felt as if she had returned to many, many years ago, to the first time she sat on the throne of command, the first time she connected her nervous system to the AI cluster of the Stellaris Holy Temple, listening to the noisy and chaotic machine souls that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people suddenly explode in her head. It was the same feeling of helplessness, as if the confidence she had built over a long time was suddenly shaken, and all that was left before her was an unpredictable future.
She remembered that she had fallen into a semi-conscious state on the throne of command. She had spent hours negotiating, learning, and adapting to the ancient AIs. Even though the scribes later said that she was the best 'commander' in history, she still did not want to recall the state where she could not control herself at all.
Bersetia shook her head and expelled the inexplicable memories and distracting thoughts from her mind. At the same time, she stepped forward and crossed the thin energy shield. The boundless and dark Looming Shadow Realm was right in front of her.
This was a world of … abnormal perception.
The Silver Elves' sensitive sensory system immediately made a judgment. Bersetia sniffed subconsciously, and a "hollow aura" made her frown. She stepped on the hard ground, feeling the moderate gravity and the mild temperature. In the darkness, she could clearly see every detail around her. Everything that she touched seemed to have no problems, but after carefully feeling it, Bersetia felt an incomparably huge … void from this place called the "Shadow Realm." The Order Law that she was familiar with from the material world had some kind of change here, but as for what kind of change … she could not say clearly.
After that, the Silver Elf began to notice the barren and chaotic environment of the Realm of Looming Shadow, and the strange, fragmented state of the distant land.
"This is a … desolate place," she could not help but say. "Our god lives here?"
"It's not appropriate to say 'live', but that's all we can think of," Gwen said beside her, and gently pushed her from behind. "Let's go. The anti-divinity shield is fully operational. You don't have to worry about the spiritual contamination of the gods here. But we still can't stay too long. This system is still in the testing period, and the backend server can only run stably for a while. "
Bersetia realized that behind this meeting, there were probably countless people and equipment working hard at the same time. Behind the cutting-edge technology here was a massive investment of manpower and material resources. She immediately nodded and then walked forward with Gwen.
The holy light that rose like a hill was getting closer and closer.
Bersetia felt her heart pounding.
She finally began to see some details in the light. The huge figure, the crisscrossing, wreckage?
A large number of arcanotech devices set up around. Had she finally reached a position?
She stood here and looked up at the holy and glorious figure.
A pure white giant deer?
Lying prone on the fragmented earth, as described in all the sacred scriptures, was it as moving as it was described in all the sacred scriptures?
Beautiful and majestic?
However, the difference from the sacred books was that there was no towering tree called "Samsara," no city called "Life," and no big tomb called "Death." Around the God of Nature were countless horrifying wreckage. The twisted alloy and crystal even penetrated the giant deer's body?
Like giant nails, they nailed this sacred and powerful creature to the ground.
It even made people tremble in fear.
Bersetia's eyes widened in an instant. The unexpected scene made her gasp. She had imagined countless times how the God of Nature would appear in front of her, but she never thought it would be such a scene. She subconsciously took half a step forward.
But before she could speak, the holy giant deer suddenly opened its eyes.
The eyes were clearer than any gem in the world, exuding a soft white light. All of Bersetia's movements and voice stopped.
"Hello?
Little one, "Amoun's voice sounded out of nowhere.
It even sounded directly in her mind.
"Welcome to my little courtyard."
Bersetia opened her mouth.
She felt Gwen's hand gently patting her shoulder. This small action helped her to recover some of her stuffy nerves. She finally spoke. "You … Are you the God of Nature?"
What a terrible opening. All the preparations she had made for the past few days were all in vain.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the Silver Queen was annoyed from the bottom of her heart. She had imagined how she would calmly conduct the first "conversation between humans and gods," but in the end, she almost messed up the situation. Such an opening was not in line with her expectations at all. It even seemed a little stupid. But somehow, she felt that the holy giant deer in front of her smiled after she opened her mouth.
This was actually impossible. The giant deer did not do anything other than opening its eyes, and there was no change in its expression. There was no smile, but Bersetia had such a feeling. She thought she saw the deer smiling.
Amoun was indeed smiling, but the smile was hidden in his heart. He could see that the queen was a little flustered, but this was within his expectations. Not everyone was Gwen Cecil or the ancient rebels. It was a miracle that ordinary people could stand in front of him for the first time. This kind of impact had nothing to do with spiritual pollution, and naturally could not be blocked by the "anti-divine barrier."
And there was a more important point: Bersetia was a Silver Elf. Although she may have gotten rid of her faith in the God of Nature, the imprint on her race had not completely dissipated. As an elf with a long lifespan, this imprint had far more impact on her than humans who were also bound by the Mind Steel Seal. And this kind of impact from the inside out … could not be offset by the anti-divine barrier.
"Don't be nervous." Amoun's voice sounded again, more gentle. "Try to relax. Don't think about your identity and mine. Be an ordinary guest. Then we can have a good talk."
Bersetia finally felt that her condition had improved a little. It seemed that with the passage of time and the two simple sentences, her soul had gradually "adapted" to some kind of "pressure". She took a deep breath and felt the double calmness of her body and mind. Then she looked up and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I lost my composure."
As soon as her voice trailed off, an unfamiliar female voice, gentle and pleasant but with the same sense of majesty and holiness as Amoun, suddenly came from above. "Actually, your performance is not bad. Better than the bet I made with Amoun." Bersetia was shocked.
She subconsciously looked up in the direction of the voice. Only then did she notice that another huge figure had appeared in front of her. This figure was as tall as a bell tower, like a lady in a complicated palace dress, but her lower body was in a fog-like state of chaos. This lady was looking down at her. Her upper body was clearly feminine, but her face seemed to be covered by a thin veil. Only a stunning face and a pair of eyes full of arcane light could be vaguely seen under the veil.
Bersetia was shocked, but for some reason, when facing this lady who suddenly appeared and had the appearance of a goddess, she was not as confused and soul-stirred as she was when facing Amoun. She was just extremely shocked, but it did not stop her from asking, "Who … Who are you?!"
"Ah, you can just call me Mirmina. You can add 'miss' after that," the former Goddess of Magic said with a smile. "Hello, little one of the Silver Elves."
"Mirmina?!" Bersetia was startled for a moment and quickly realized the identity behind the name. She looked at the lady who presented the appearance of a goddess in shock and blurted out what was in her mind. "Goddess of Magic? The fallen Goddess of Magic?! "
Suddenly, she thought of what had just happened last year. She thought of the grand "funeral" jointly held by the Cecil Empire and the Typhon Empire, the widely spread eulogy in many mortal countries, those commemorative activities … She suddenly reacted and turned her head to look beside her. She saw Gwen's half-smile.
"This part of the information will be made public in a high-level document of the Theocratic Council soon, and the major leaders of all countries will know the truth." Gwen spread out his hands. "As for now, keep it a secret."
"So … the Goddess of Magic is actually still alive, and the so-called 'fall' is just a cover." Bersetia was dumbfounded. "This is to make her leave the godhood … another experiment of the Theocratic Council?"
"Don't be in such a hurry to guess so much, although your guess is probably right." Mirmina's voice came from the sky, interrupting Bersetia. "The funeral was indeed to further cut off my connection with the mortal world, but the whole act of leaving the godhood was my own plan — Gwen Cecil had a little cooperation."
Bersetia listened and slowly nodded. Although she was still full of doubts, she vaguely understood many things. Then she looked up at Mirmina again. After hesitating for a while, she could not help but ask, "Then … what are you doing here? Does it mean that … as long as the gods have safely left the godhood, they will gather in this place? "
"There is no such rule," Mirmina said casually. Her huge body suddenly descended. The lower half of her body was shrunk, and her posture was as if she was squatting on the side, but she was still so tall that others had to look up to her. "As for me … you don't have to worry about it. I'm here to watch the fun."
Bersetia: "…?!"
The Silver Queen felt that her brain could not react for a while.
In this mysterious Courtyard of Disobedience, where mortals and gods communicated, a goddess had come uninvited and squatted at a corner, indicating that she was here to watch the show … The bizarre way of unfolding left Bersetia at a loss for words, and the impact it brought was no less than when she suddenly faced the gods. Even Gawain, who was beside her, suddenly felt a little worried. Should he have given Bersetia a reminder?
But fortunately, this strange and awkward atmosphere did not last long. The Silver Queen's strong will soon came into play and forcibly stopped this embarrassing scene. She forcibly turned her attention back to Amoun the giant deer, took a deep breath, and said, "I … how should I address you now?"
She did not call him "Lord" — as the highest priestess of the Druil in name, she should have done so without hesitation.
With this question, he had already made his position clear.
Amoun was very satisfied with this, and his voice sounded very happy. "Just call me by my name, little one … Bersetia, just call me by my name. Ah, you can add 'mister' after it. "
Bersetia hesitated for a moment and called out tentatively, "Mister … Amoun?"
"Yes, very good."
"You look badly injured." Bersetia relaxed a little, and then her eyes fell on the wreckage that looked like some kind of torture device. "These things are …?"
"An exploration for freedom, a small price to pay for recklessness." Ah Mo 'en humorously commented on her own actions three thousand years ago. "In order to get out of the divine position, I went to crash into something harder … and I almost didn't win."
"In order to get out of the divine position …" Bersetia was stunned and slowly reacted. "Are you talking about the fall of White Star three thousand years ago?"
"In the world of mortals, that is indeed the name of the collision," Amoun said slowly.
Bersetia blinked and subconsciously looked in the direction of Gwen next to her. She saw that the other party still had that faint smile on his face, standing aside as if it had nothing to do with him. It seemed that he had no intention of participating in this.
Just like the Goddess of Magic squatting not far away, this "extraterritorial wanderer" was just "watching the fun"?
The Silver Queen suddenly realized that the truth that she was going to come into contact with today was far beyond all her imagination.
"Tell me about the current situation of the elves." Amoun's voice sounded in her mind, interrupting the Silver Queen's wild thoughts. "For three thousand years, I have consciously avoided paying attention to the kingdom of the elves, and I have also blocked all information about you. My limited information comes from Gwen Cecil, but he is not an elf."
Bersetia looked up at the holy deer, took a breath, and said slowly, "We are struggling on the edge of the vortex."
…
In the spacious and bright "incubation room" of the Cecil Palace, Enya was putting the newspaper she had just finished reading on a bookshelf not far away. The bookshelf that had just been delivered was leaning against the wall, and there were all kinds of recreational reading materials on it. Not only did it include the recent newspapers of the Cecil Empire, but it also included the bound editions of various magazines in the past two years, as well as folklore and scripts collected from all over the world. The large number of reading materials occupied almost an entire wall of the bookshelf, and it added a lot of vitality to the cold and monotonous incubation room.
"It's a pity that it's a bit boring to just read the newspaper," the golden giant egg stood on its pedestal and whispered to itself. "I wonder when the magic network terminal will be delivered —"
A knock on the door interrupted the golden giant egg's soliloquy.
Enya looked in the direction of the door with some surprise. Usually, not many people would knock on the door when they came to this room, but she still said politely, "Come in."
The next second, the door of the incubation room was gently pushed open from the outside, and a huge metal ball floated in. On the surface of the ball was a cheerful and funny smiley face. The smiley face was facing Enya's direction.
"Hello, I'm here to install the equipment."
The metal ball with a cheerful and funny smile said very politely.
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