By the time Amoun realized what was going on, he had been standing in front of the rapidly refreshing and changing interface for a long time. During this process, countless information continued to flow. Important events from various regions that were worth paying attention to constantly slid before his eyes under the effect of the automatic refresh mechanism. Until he realized that these rapidly refreshing things could actually be stopped at a single thought or browsed through their historical records at will.
In the following period of time, he was immersed in browsing the news and the novelty of various public discussion forums.
A new rune factory was being built in Pompeii, north of the Rock Fortress. The healers in the Sorin region welcomed their first baby this summer — a healthy baby. The construction of the direct railway to the Holy Dragon Dukedom had already started. A magnificent snowy scene could be seen from the mountains in the north. In the summer afternoon in the south, waves of wheat could already be seen.
On a "page" directly under the Imperial Government Office, Amoun saw a real-time map that was updating. It was the entire territory of the Cecil Empire. The map displayed the weather changes of this vast land at every moment. Wind, frost, rain, snow, cold, warm, and cold. The color gamut and icons that represented the changes of temperature and weather undulated and changed on the map as if they were alive. At the corner of the map, he saw a line of text:
This data is calculated and transmitted by the servo computer in real-time. The technology is in the trial stage. The demonstration is for reference only.
Amoun did not know what a "servo computer" was, but in the constantly changing pattern, he felt an indescribable … vitality. It was a "vitality" that was above the individual and beyond the present moment. He thought for a long time before he realized that this vitality came from every individual connected by the network, and even from the entire mortal civilization of today. In the years that he could remember, the mortal civilization had never flourished like this, beating violently like a strong heart.
"Good … Very good …"
The former God of Nature could not help but exclaim with a smile on his face. In all fairness, what Amoun saw at this moment was nothing for a former god. When he could still hear the prayers of his believers, countless elves and a small number of human believers converged their minds and beliefs to the god. By reading this information, Amoun could grasp the changes in the entire Silver Empire and even some of the human kingdoms at any time, especially when it came to the changes in the realm of nature. At that time, what he could "see" at that time was different in form, but the content was almost the same as the information flowing in the neural network.
But this was precisely the thing that touched and even shocked him the most. He could do this in the past because of the authority of the god. But today, the mortals could do almost the same thing, relying on the wisdom of mortals. Who could use the "authority" that once belonged to the god now?
Anyone could — as long as you could afford the immersion cabin equipment. In today's Cecil, the cost of such new equipment was dropping at an alarming rate every day. In some areas, the government would even allocate a large amount of funds to subsidize the people so that these "infrastructure" could be popularized as soon as possible.
With these complicated thoughts swirling in his mind, Amoun's attention continued to wander through the constantly refreshed information. The feeling of connecting to the neural network was completely different from watching the magic network program. This wonderful immersion and real-time feeling made him never tired. At this moment, a new message suddenly appeared that caught his attention.
"The fleet of the Alliance heading to Tarlonde has set sail from the Imperial North Harbor today. Admiral Byron Kirk will personally lead the powerful arcane flagship 'Winter' to carry out the escort mission. The fleet will carry the first batch of aid and support to the Giant Dragon Kingdom. His Majesty Gwen Cecil, the Head of the Empire, and the Loren Kingdoms that provide aid this time send their blessings to Tarlonde. May the flag of the Alliance always shine on our allies …"
In the entry below the message, a large amount of relevant information entered Amoun's sight. Of the content that was clearly written by the official experts and scholars of the Empire, about half of the content was introducing the basic knowledge about Tarlonde to the people, introducing the "Giant Dragon", a race that was once considered a legend but actually existed. The remaining half of the content was about the composition of the Alliance countries, and the other half was about arcanotech ships and the general concepts of ocean voyages.
Obviously, the main purpose of these articles was to "sweep away ignorance". The scholars tried their best to use easy-to-understand language to spread some basic knowledge about the world to the people. If it was in the old days, this level of knowledge would undoubtedly be exclusive to the "upper class".
But for Amoun, what he was more concerned about was Tarlonde itself. He stared at the picture attached to the news for a long time. It was obviously taken at the distant North Harbor. In the picture, a majestic steel ship was slowly leaving under the auspices of the crowd. Further away, the entire fleet was already on the sea, and on the sea behind the fleet, the clear sky shone down. The sea that was once covered by the cloud wall of the Eternal Storm was now open and boundless.
As the former main god of the elves, Amoun did not know what happened to Tarlonde. But as a god, he had long sensed the existence of the Dragon God from the ripples in the "deep sea" at the bottom of the world. The huge, ancient, chaotic, and distorted existence stood in the dark deep sea like a dazzling lighthouse. He was trapped in Tarlonde, but the "ripples" he released covered the entire world and was also sensed by the gods of the world.
The gods were unable to communicate with each other directly, but through the resonance in the depths of the sea, the gods were able to confirm each other's existence. And in all of Ah Mo En's memories, since the day he was born, the Dragon God's majestic brilliance was like the natural order of this world, eternal and could not be ignored.
Now, the oldest flame had finally been extinguished.
Amoun could not help but feel a little emotional. Although he had already known what happened to Tarlonde and the fact that the oldest god had fallen when he watched the live broadcast of the Alliance Conference, he did not think so much at that time. Until now, when he saw the fleet assisting the Giant Dragon Kingdom had set sail, he suddenly seemed to feel the changes in the world after the fall of the gods. He then associated it with the ups and downs of the Silver Empire in the past three thousand years.
He stood in front of the news for a long time before he finally remembered something. He opened the comment section under the news with his mind, and a large number of dazzling comments came into his view. Although the neural network was still in its early stage of development, the number of comments under the news was still astonishing. This showed that the fleet heading to the north had attracted the attention of countless people in the empire. Amoun glanced at the comments and found that most of them were blessings for the safety of the fleet, or for Tarlonde to get out of the predicament as soon as possible. The rest of the people were asking about the Giant Dragon and the northern continent.
Almost no one paid attention to the gods who had fallen on that continent. For the mortals of the Lolun Continent, the gods of foreign races were probably not worth their attention, or they were not even aware of the existence of the Dragon God.
Amoun hesitated for a moment, wondering if what he was going to do next was considered a "taboo," but Mirmina's words before she left appeared in his mind. Considering that everything he was doing should be monitored, he felt relieved and groped for the bottom of the news to leave a sentence.
"Guardian of Tarlonde, please have a safe journey. You have tried your best, and you have done your best."
Looking at the words in his mind turned into words on the interface, Amoun felt a sense of novelty and at the same time, he could not help but murmur. But he did not mention the name of the Dragon God in the message, nor did he give any religious guidance. In this case, it should not alarm the network administrator that Mirmina said was very difficult to deal with, right?
After a few seconds, he found that there was no eight-legged white spider or an old man with a lantern coming out to trouble him. He finally felt relieved. He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and was ready to exit the pile of interfaces in front of him and go to other areas of the city of dreams. He had spent too much time in this square.
But just as he was about to do so, a synthetic voice suddenly rang in his mind, stopping him from leaving. "A user has just replied to your message. Do you want to check it?"
Amoun was stunned for a moment and subconsciously chose to check the content in his mind. A new interface appeared in his "vision", displaying a dialogue format like a guestbook. A neural network user named "Herbal Tea Egg" had sent him a message. The message was so short that there was only one word in it: "Thank you."
Amoun looked at the strange message in surprise. He did not know why his comment was worth thanking, so he asked casually, "Why do you say thank you?"
At the same time, his attention also fell on the strange name of the other party. What was "Herbal Tea Egg"? It looked like a stiff combination of words. Some kind of food? Or some kind of food processing method?
The former God of Nature was puzzled, but he at least realized that there were indeed many people with strange names in this incredible neural network. If even a weird name like "Herbal Tea Egg" could be used as a proper name, then "High Speed Stag" seemed to be acceptable?
Amoun slightly relaxed his eyebrows, but found that the "Herbal Tea Egg" who sent the message did not send any new content. His question was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response.
After all, not everyone had nothing to do like himself or Mirmina, who could stay in the yard all day long. Other users in the neural network were busy in the real world.
Amoun felt that he had found the answer and closed the communication in front of him regretfully. When all the interfaces disappeared, the square with the tall oak tree once again appeared in his vision.
Mirmina was still not back, and probably did not intend to come back. The girl named Patty had also left the bench beside the bush. Amoun shook his head, turned away from the tall column, and walked slowly in a random direction.
This huge city needed to be explored carefully. He did not intend to teleport everywhere like Mirmina, which was disrespectful to the mortals who created the city. Of course, the main reason was that Mirmina did not teach him how to use the teleportation function in the City of Dreams when she left.
…
Deep in Cecil Palace, in the brightly lit incubation room, a set of special magic network equipment was running smoothly. It mainly consisted of a magic network terminal for indoor use and a hemispherical device less than a meter in diameter connected to the terminal. At this moment, the words "Neural Network Connection" were projected above the magic network terminal, and the runes on the hemispherical device pulsated slowly like breathing. Deep in the two devices, the rune substrate and the nerve connector hummed softly and pleasantly.
Not far from the two devices, on the pedestal in the center of the room, a pale golden dragon egg stood there quietly. The runes on the surface of the dragon egg slowly swam, faintly resonating with the nerve connector next to it on a magic level.
The resonance lasted for a long time before the continuous buzzing sound finally quieted down. The runes on the surface of the golden giant egg were cut off from the nerve connector. Betty, who was taking a nap at the side, happened to wake up. The maid rubbed her somewhat confused eyes and said, "Ah, Madam Enya! You're awake? "
"I'm not sleeping." Enya's voice came from the golden giant egg. "I'm just browsing the contents of the neural network … It's really interesting."
As soon as her voice trailed off, the door of the incubation room was pushed open from the outside. Gwen stepped in and said casually, "To be able to get an 'interesting' comment from you is a very high compliment for the immature neural network. Those nodes scholars and magicians who are working overtime all day should be happy."
Betty immediately came forward and saluted Gwen with a happy smile. She then lowered her head. "Ah, you asked me to check on Madam Enya. I accidentally fell asleep …"
Gwen casually patted Betty's head and let the maiden go back to rest. Enya said with a smile, "You just came back from Solin Castle?"
"I've been back for a while," Gwen said casually as he came to Enya.
"Where's the little elven queen?" Enya was a little curious. "Did she come back with you? Or did she go straight back to her elven kingdom? "
"She went back to make some important arrangements, but she'll be back soon," Gwen said.
"Is that so? It's not close to the Silver Empire from here. As the ruler of an empire, she must have something important to do to cross the continent twice in such a short time."
"Yes, she's going to pull down the last curtain of the Mythological Era of the elves …" Gwen said. Suddenly, he was a little curious. "Why do you suddenly care about her? Are you interested in the elves? "
"No, I just see a little bit of Helagol in her, although it's just a little bit," Enya said softly. "They are all facing the end of the Mythological Era, but they have different fates … I hope they can all succeed."
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