In the last ray of light left by the setting sun, the giant eagles from the Silver Empire flapped their wings and landed on the Pioneer Square near the city center. These proud and well-trained giant raptors were solemn as they lowered their bodies on the foreign land, allowing their riders to land on the ground. At the same time, the last ray of light from the horizon quietly flowed away from the top of the buildings around the square. Night fell in the Imperial City.
But the darkness did not come as expected. The magic crystal lamps were lit, and the bright light shone down from the top of the tall iron pillars, making the square and the surrounding roads as bright as day. The welcoming team came from both sides, and at the edge of the square, a huge holographic projection rose into the air. It was a dazzling stream of light and a welcome speech in two languages. Cheerful music echoed in the square. It was a human song, but it was mixed with elvish tunes.
Azmor dismounted from the giant eagle's back. Before he could take a closer look at the human capital, the light and sound that filled his eyes and ears stunned him for a moment. He then slowly got used to it. He glanced at the humans who were wearing "modern clothes" that were very different from what he remembered. He looked at the bright and neat street lights and the towering buildings at the edge of the square. He looked past the huge holographic projection floating in the air and saw the glimmering crystal towers, mechanical clock towers, and flying machines even further away in the sky. There was even a Giant Dragon flying in the night.
The pair of eyes given by the gods allowed him to see further in the night, and what he saw were details that could not be seen from the sky.
The oldest living Druil Sage widened his eyes in surprise. He still remembered the glory of the Kingdom of Gondor, and the country that was built by the pioneers after the Great Mana Tide. But everything … was completely different from what he saw today.
"This is … the 'Cecil Empire' that was reborn from the ashes?" he whispered in surprise. "I thought …"
"You thought it should be more rugged, more like a militaristic empire, right?" A smiling female voice came from behind, waking the old Druil Sage up. "Just like what many people said."
"… I don't have such prejudice, Empress. I know that a military empire that can only rely on its military cannot build an alliance that can unify the forces of the entire continent." Azmol shook his head slowly. "But I really did not expect it to be like this … The humans in my memory have a shorter lifespan than the elves, but they are more serious than the elves. And in this city, everything is growing recklessly."
He used the word "growing recklessly" to describe the city because what he saw was indeed different from others. In the pair of eyes given by the gods, he could see the veins formed by "vitality" and "vigor." He could see the abundant power behind the seemingly cold buildings, and he could see that the entire city was shrouded in a huge and lively energy field. At the same time, he could also see the "resonance" formed by thousands of minds. A positive, confident, and majestic spiritual resonance covered the city, and he had not seen such a powerful, lively, and cohesive force for many centuries.
"There are twelve different intelligent species gathered in this city, and they include dozens of races from all over the world. There are the Giant Dragon from Tarlonde, elves from the Silver Empire, dwarves doing business here, and gray elves studying here. Occasionally, you may even meet sirens from the deep sea," Bersetia said with a smile. "I know what you mean by 'growing recklessly.' Although I don't have your eyes, I can also see how much power is gathered in this land."
"… As the leader of the Druil Orthodox Church, is it appropriate to admit that you don't have the eyes given by the gods?" Azmor did not look up but said in a calm and indifferent tone. "In the past three thousand years, the Morgenstern Family has never admitted this."
"It doesn't matter anymore," Bersetia said softly, looking up not far away. A tall figure had appeared at the end of the carpet, and the artificial lights in the square seemed to weave a curtain behind the figure. "Meet the human hero who 'came back from the dead.' He's here."
…
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the Realm of Shadows shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the Courtyard of Disobedience was as peaceful as it had been for thousands of years. The holy deer, which looked like a small mountain, was lying motionless among the floating boulders and huge metal structures as if it was resting with its eyes closed. A large number of artificial devices, which were as small as toys, were distributed around it. The runes on the surface of the devices were flashing, and the light of magic was flowing slowly.
A huge lady dressed in a gloomy black dress, her lower body half-illusory and half-real like a cloud, was sitting on a stone pillar not far from the giant deer. Her hands were hugging her knees as she stared intently at the Mana Net Terminal not far ahead. Above that special large terminal, a huge holographic projection was showing the love and hate of the mortal world — the ups and downs of the story were enough to attract the eyes of the gods.
After an unknown period of time, Julu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He glanced at Milmina and said casually, "You've seen it for the third time. Aren't you tired of it?"
"A classic drama deserves to be watched more than ten times. I've only watched it three times," Mirmina said without hesitation, without looking back. "And I think you should watch it. I think it's the most interesting story I've ever seen. It's different from any drama that mortals have ever created …"
Amoun was not interested in the 'drama' that Mirmina was interested in, but he could not help but ask, "What's it about?"
"It's about the sacred legend of the Church of the Holy Light!" Mirmina said at once. Her eyes seemed to be shining. In fact, her eyes were shining, and each ray of light was enough to run a high-powered magical engine for two days. "It's about the first generation of the Apostles of the Holy Light leading the tribesmen in search of the 'holy land where grains always ripen' in the dark. But on the way, they encountered a charlatan disguised as an oracle, a soul-devouring monster that created a false gospel, and even a fake holy land that kept growing by devouring flesh and blood. In the end, the Saint led the tribesmen back to the place where they first set off, only to find that the holy land was actually their homeland …
"Hey, let me tell you. It's great that the last scene jumped to five hundred years in the future. At the intersection where the Saint and his tribesmen set off, they built such a huge city …"
Amoun listened quietly to Mirmina. After a long while, he suddenly said, "There's no God in the sacred legend, and there's no Church in the story of the Church. They really did it …"
"I don't think it's a bad thing." Mirmina smiled and leaned on the giant stone pillar behind her. "People write stories, tell stories, and listen to stories. As for God … God is in the story, in the story of the involuntary. Now they can finally take God out of the involuntary story. This is good for everyone.
"If one day they really want to make a movie about the Goddess of Magic and tell everyone that the original 'Miracle of the Source of Magic' was made up by a sorcerer who was seriously drunk, and the original oracle of the Goddess of Magic came from the severe tinnitus of an old sorcerer after he woke up … then I really want to thank their whole family …"
Amoun was a little surprised. "Oracle? So you really did send an oracle in the early years? Didn't you say that you never responded to the prayers of the believers? "
"… I was young and naive." Mirmina sighed. "When I was just born, I was muddle-headed. It's not like you don't know that. I was sleeping when I suddenly heard someone calling me. Didn't I respond subconsciously? I didn't know that after that response, there would be no end to it …"
Amoun seemed to be holding back his laughter. His eyes narrowed. After a moment, he said, "The Theocratic Council's' Transformation Plan 'will first start with the churches that have declined or are going downhill, or churches like the Church of Holy Light that have been completely under secular control. So maybe they will really' tell a new story 'to the Goddess of Magic. You can look forward to that. But then again, the story they want to tell may not always be the same. Can you accept it? "
"Why can't I accept it?" Mirmina said nonchalantly. "I even accepted the funeral …"
"I've discussed Gawain's plan with him, and I've read some of the materials of the Theocracy Council," Ah Moen said unhurriedly. "Not only do they need to secularize the theocracy, but they also need to humanize and popularize the gods. Considering the current receptivity of the public, they probably won't turn the gods into villains for the time being. But perhaps in their next 'new story,' the Goddess of Magic will be set up as a secular 'persona' and appear on the stage …"
Before Amoun's voice trailed off, Mirmina began to think seriously. After pondering for a while, she said seriously, "If their protective equipment can withstand it, I think I can do it myself …"
Amoun was speechless.
Mirmina looked at him curiously. "Why are you not talking?"
"Sometimes I always feel that I can't keep up with your thoughts …" Amoun said slowly. "Especially this time."
"I think it's normal," Mirmina said nonchalantly. "Compared to me, you are not good at thinking …"
Amoun closed his eyes as if he was too lazy to talk to this "neighbor" who refused to leave. But suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something and opened his eyes. The holy light was brighter than before.
"What's wrong with you?" Mirmina sensed the turbulence around Amoun. She had never felt such a reaction from the peaceful nature god. "You …"
"I feel it …" Amoun murmured softly as if he was sleep-talking. His eyes fell on the gate in front of the courtyard of disobedience. "They are coming …"
"They? Who are they? " Mirmina froze for a moment. She did not react at first, but soon she remembered something. Her expression changed slightly as she looked at Amoun with a complicated gaze. "… Do you need me to leave?"
"… Thank you for your understanding," Amoun said in a low voice. "Also, please do me a favor before you leave."
Mirmina stood up and looked at Amoun's huge and scarred body. She had already guessed what the nature god was going to say before he continued. "I understand. Be decent?"
Amoun lowered his eyelids slightly. "I just don't want them to worry."
In the courtyard of disobedience, a low humming sound began to ring. High-powered magic net units and magnifying and projecting arrays began to operate under the command of the remote control center. The crystals fixed in the pedestal left the grooves and slowly rotated around the two gods. As the anti-divinity barrier was activated, Mirmina waved her arm gently in the direction of Amoun.
The crisscrossing metal and crystal fragments on the giant deer's body quickly faded and disappeared in a twisted light fog, blocked by an invisible optical barrier. The ghastly wounds were also covered and covered. In just a few breaths, the weapons and spaceship fragments of the Voyager were all hidden, leaving only the sacred giant deer lying in the middle of the floating rubble.
As for Milmina's figure … she had already disappeared before that.
…
A team passed through the portal of the Realm of Looming Shadow at the bottom of Disobedience Fortress and headed for the deepest part of the fortress. When they reached the last corridor, Bersetia stopped and motioned for the accompanying elves to wait.
"Your Majesty." An elven military officer could not help but step forward. "We should —"
"Just wait here." Bersetia's tone was gentle but unquestionable. "His Majesty Gwen Cecil and I have the ability to protect ourselves. From here on out, we don't need too many people."
The military officer bowed his head and received the queen's order. He then led the team to a nearby rest area. Bersetia looked at Gwen and nodded gently.
Gwen's eyes fell on a few old Silver Elves standing not far away. They were wearing classical robes that did not belong to this era and wearing old-time crowns and ritual beads that had long been abandoned by the current royal family. They were like a group of ghosts that had walked out of an ancient painting, but they were standing in this place.
Azmor, the Great Druil, stood in front of the few ancient priests. His face was calm and emotionless, as if he was quietly waiting for his fate or an answer.
The gate leading to the Disobedience Courtyard was just ahead. The safety devices near the gate were running. The runes on the gate were flashing. The energy field of the anti-divinity barrier had been connected to the barrier system of Disobedience Fortress.
Gwen exhaled softly and stepped forward to activate the gate. As the heavy gate creaked, he nodded slightly to the ancient priest. "Master Azmor, please."
Azmol took a deep breath and stepped through the door. It was as if he had crossed three thousand years with one step.
He saw a space shrouded in darkness and chaos in front of him. That space was the complete opposite of the legendary Divine Kingdom, but there was a holy light rising in the distance as if it was dispelling the surrounding darkness. He saw a mountain-like figure lying quietly in the light. Just by looking at it, he could feel a huge power and a sense of intimacy and warmth from the depths of his soul.
The old priest suddenly felt a little dazed. The countless thoughts, guesses, and plans that had sprung up along the way collapsed into reality in an instant. All the emotions that had accumulated three years ago also fell to the ground in an instant. Almost subconsciously, he took a step forward and suddenly felt a long-lost power emerging from the depths of his soul.
His divine skills that had been withered for three thousand years had returned, and his connection with the gods had been reestablished. He was once again a priest with divine skills and could pray, just like three thousand years ago.
He took another step forward, and the figure in the light became clearer. He felt a familiar gaze on him, peaceful and warm.
A low and pleasant voice rang in the hearts of all the priests. "You are here …"
As a result, they wept silently.
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