The complex runes that were scattered all over the experimental field were operating together. Magic power vibrated in the open space, and the low resonating sound seemed to have a pleasant feeling like a wind chime. At least for Windsor Mabel who was completely immersed in magic and knowledge, this resonating sound between magic and the air was definitely the most pleasant melody in the world.
As she listened to her assistant's report, she looked at the steles, crystals, and metal rune nodes that were operating steadily. These things gathered the best magic skills of the Empire of Typhon. It could even be said that they were the pinnacle of magic among all the mortal races on the Lolun Continent. Of course, the cost of maintaining these things was also extremely high. And these devices, which took a huge amount of manpower and resources to build, had only one purpose here: to unveil the power of the gods.
"Directional resonance does exist … and it will show a certain degree of control in the high-intensity arcane backflow …" the youngest legendary mage in history softly broke the silence as if talking to herself. "So, the theory that His Majesty deduced from the Eye of God is correct … Gods and the divine kingdom are essentially the same thing. They are both the result of the creation of the ideas of the mortals. From a certain point of view, they show a 'continuity' …"
"The mortals described God in their ideas, so God was born. The mortals created the 'divine kingdom' or 'divine kingdom' based on the most primitive concept of God, so the corresponding divine kingdom and divine kingdom were born. This creation has consistency and continuity. And according to our latest theory, the consistency of the ideas in the creation process will evolve into the consistency of God. This is logical." The mage's assistant, who was wearing a dark blue robe with golden patterns, nodded and said in a serious tone, "Further expanding this theory, we can think that the fragments that fall off the gods are actually the fragments of the divine kingdom, and these fragments in a 'dimension' beyond common sense … will maintain a long-term connection."
"I think we have confirmed this' connection 'through experiments," Windsor Mappel said in a low voice. "Now the key is, what is the use of this connection?"
"… Recent research shows that after the fall of the God of War, the divine kingdom of the God of War did not disappear directly," the assistant said with a serious face. "But we have observed that the connection between the fragments shows signs of decline. This may mean that the divine kingdom they point to is in a state of slow and continuous collapse. This process will probably last for a long time … "
Windsor glanced at the assistant and said calmly, "So, if we want to do something bold, there is still time. Is that what you mean?"
"This question is for you to decide." The assistant bowed his head. "I'm just giving an opinion."
"No, this question should be judged by the higher-ups, the leaders of the Alliance." Windsor slowly shook her head. "Summarize the situation here and report to His Majesty. He will make the most appropriate decision."
…
In the gorgeous study on the top floor of Obsidian Palace, Rosetta Augustus, who was reviewing documents, suddenly sighed and showed a helpless expression. Princess Mathilda, who was sitting beside him helping to deal with official documents, immediately looked up and curiously looked at her father. "What's bothering you?"
"It's not really bothering me … I just don't know whether to laugh or cry." The ruler of Typhon twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head helplessly. "The 'mysterious text' that Cecil sent to us is now gradually being made public. There are many people responding to the 'recruitment', but the results are not satisfactory. According to the Minister in Charge's report, the first batch of feedback we've received so far is a wide variety. Too many of the applicants can no longer be described as mere amateurs … From the Tavern Scholar who dared to accept the recruitment after reading half a book, to the Mysticologist who holds a crystal ball devoid of any magic power, to even a villager who announced that he had received a divine revelation after having a strange dream, insisting on coming to join in on the fun … "
Speaking of this, Rosetta sighed again and shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Mr. Fulton, the minister in charge, tried his best to explain the situation on his side tactfully and cautiously, but I can totally imagine how chaotic it is. Perhaps we should have expected this situation from the beginning, set more thresholds during the screening, or arrange more officials to deal with this matter … "
Mathilda listened to her father's description of the situation, her expression was dull for a moment, but soon the corner of her mouth twitched. "This … is a bit unexpected."
"I'm afraid the situation on Cecil's side is similar. We have all underestimated the enthusiasm of the 'folk professionals' when faced with a problem that they do not understand." Rosetta shook his head. "We wanted to find clues to decipher these symbols by brainstorming, but now we have to spend several times more effort to deal with those liars, charlatans, sluggards, and mental patients …"
Mathilda listened, but after a short moment of thought, she slowly shook her head. "I have a different opinion. These mysterious symbols are a very special problem. The 'folk professionals' you mentioned may not understand them, but in fact, the real scholars in the Royal Association of Mages and the Association of Craftsmen are also confused about these symbols. All the rules of writing and cryptography that we currently know do not apply to these symbols, so in a sense … everyone is on the same starting line.
"The weird ideas of the 'folk professionals' seem unreliable, but what if … we are really lucky?"
Rosetta's eyes fell on Mathilda, and after a few seconds, he sighed. "You are more optimistic than I thought, child, but I don't think this kind of academic thing will develop as you said."
Mathilda smiled but did not immediately answer. She suddenly looked at Rosetta's face very intently, as if she had suddenly discovered something. A warm smile emerged from her eyes, which made Rosetta frown. "Why are you suddenly looking at your father like this?"
"You often smile now," Mathilda said with some happiness in her voice. "Not only do you smile, but you also directly express helplessness and annoyance, although you always keep a straight face in formal occasions."
Rosetta did not expect Mathilda to be thinking about this. He was startled for a moment, and then his expression gradually relaxed. The face that had become hard and cold for more than 20 years now had the warmth of flesh and blood again. Although his temperament still made his face look a little serious, he knew that his sensitive daughter could see all the changes in him from the details of his face.
In front of Mathilda, he was finally more like a father, and not a symbol that was gradually approaching the end of its life.
Rosetta smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he talked about the symbols and the "listening program" that Cecil was carrying out. "Now many scholars are shocked by the discovery of Cecil's people. Those who are more flexible now have the same idea now: there are other beings outside our planet. This is also consistent with the information that Gwen Cecil revealed to us in the last internal contact. I want to hear your opinion on this matter.
"What do you think of the civilization that sent the signal? What do you think their purpose is to send these things? Do you think they are friendly? "
Mathilda lowered her eyelids and said slowly in thought, "The things they sent are all very basic 'mathematical language'. These mathematical languages are not profound knowledge, but things that can be understood as long as a race can develop a certain civilization. So I agree with His Majesty Gwen Cecil: the only purpose of these materials is to 'introduce themselves', to show that they are an intelligent race and have a set of mathematical cognition. As long as the basic laws of the world we live in are consistent and uniform, this set of 'mathematical cognition' will always be a universal yardstick and business card.
"As for whether the civilization that sent the signal is friendly or not … I actually think this question is not important. In the situation where we can't even touch the other party, and we don't know the details of the other party, we have to be mentally prepared from the 'evil' to the 'good'. Compared to this question, I actually want to know how far the civilization is from us as soon as possible. "
Rosetta pondered for a moment and said softly, "How far … In the terminology of astrologers, no matter how far it is, it is an 'astronomical distance' …"
…
Cecil Empire, Arcane Technology Research Institute. In a large arcane torrent laboratory, Kamel was quietly floating right above an artificial elemental pool.
The metal confinement rings around the elemental pool were flashing with light blue runes, and two mana conduits about one meter in diameter made of crystal stood on both sides of the elemental pool. Dazzling and pure arcane energy spurted out from the conduits, connecting the floor and the roof like a straight stream of flame. These powerful energies worked together and finally formed a powerful energy field in the air above the elemental pool. Kamel was floating in the center of this energy field. The runic armor on his body was shining, and the arcane energy that made up his body flowed slowly. Streaks of tiny lightning kept bursting out from his body, communicating and exchanging with the arcane energy in the air.
This arcanist was not actually conducting any sophisticated magic experiment. He was just thinking, using the power of arcane resonance to 'liven' himself up so that he could enter a state of 'overload'.
According to the weird term invented by His Majesty, this was called 'overclocking'.
In the state of 'overclocking', Kamel's thinking efficiency was greatly improved, and the flashing and connecting of ideas became faster and sharper. Even so, he still felt that his thinking speed was not fast enough, or rather … he could not process the overly large and stimulating 'shocking news'.
He was recalling the meeting that Gwen held not long ago, the meeting that gathered all the master-level scholars, the meeting that overturned everyone's worldview in just half a day. He was recalling the things that were announced in the meeting, the information about the Great Mana Tide, the 'closed-loop system' of the gods, and the flickering lights of civilizations in the stars.
It was said that the information came from the ancient memories of the Dragon God, a god who knew the most secrets in the world and had now completely broken free from the shackles. Therefore, it was highly credible. Kamel did not doubt His Majesty's judgment at all, and it was exactly because of this that he was so disturbed by the information. He even felt that his arcana body was boiling because of the overly active thinking process.
The state of 'overload' lasted for a while longer. The surging sparks in the elemental pool gradually subsided, and the bright flames in the energy tubes on both sides finally dimmed. Kamel slowly broke away from the active energy field. Watching the jumping sparks on his body disconnecting from the jumping sparks in the air, the ancient arcanist heaved a sigh of relief.
At this time, he suddenly sensed the air nearby and heard a familiar voice coming from the side. "It's rare to see you in a daze for such a long time."
"Your Majesty?" Kamel looked in the direction of the voice, a little surprised. He saw Gwen standing at the door of the laboratory, looking at him with a smile. He was a little flustered. "Ah, sorry, I was too immersed and didn't notice you …"
"It's okay. I'm just here to have a look." Gwen waved his hand indifferently and walked toward Kamel. "But you, it seems that you haven't recovered from the information you learned a few days ago."
"… Sorry." Kamel sighed, a little ashamed. "Perhaps it's the limitation of my life form. The fluctuations of thoughts and emotions have far more impact on me than those of ordinary people with flesh and blood. I spent more time adjusting my state of mind, but now it seems that I haven't fully recovered. "
"I can understand. Not everyone can easily accept the huge impact of the 'truth of the world', especially when the truth is contrary to what we are used to." Gwen wanted to pat Kamel on the shoulder, but when he found that Kamel had no shoulder, only a bunch of flashing sparks, he just patted the runic armor plate on Kamel's arm. "When I learned what the essence of the magic wave was, I also felt that my cognition had been completely rebuilt."
"A misplaced observer … The essence of the magic wave is indeed shocking, and it has forced many of our previous studies to start all over again." Kamel's body was buzzing, and his voice was very low. "But compared to the essence of the magic wave, what really makes me unable to calm down is the signals that once echoed in the starry sky but have now been extinguished one by one …"
"Those signals …" Gwen rubbed his chin and could not help but repeat.
"Behind every signal, there is a civilization as advanced as us, or even more advanced. And every time a signal goes out, it means that a race with the same wisdom as us has finally fallen on the path of 'ascension'. The 'Great Filter' you mentioned is real. It is like a natural moat in the starry sky. Who can calm down when thinking of this? "
Gwen did not answer because at this moment, he found that he suddenly understood something that he had not figured out before, and even subconsciously neglected for a long time.
In this world, the evolution speed of civilization and the theoretical distribution density were far higher than the world he had lived in.
(End of Chapter)
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