Witnessing all this from such a close distance was an indescribable shock. It was as if a creeping hill was slowly rising, or as if the earth was rising before their eyes. Both Gawain and Bersetia widened their eyes in astonishment, and even forgot to speak. They subconsciously took two steps back, trying to get a clearer look. However, the giant deer merely raised its head, and its upper body was already so high that it was difficult to see its back even if they looked up.
As the giant deer rose, the ancient alloy fragments that had pierced through its body and pinned it to the ground began to creak and groan. The metals and crystals that once suppressed the power of the gods had lost their uniqueness in that instant, and the remaining energy within them seemed to have been neutralized and nullified by some invisible force. As the radiance that wandered over their surfaces rapidly dimmed, they began to break apart, fall off, and were squeezed out of Ah Mo 'en's wounds. The sound of flesh squirming and metal scraping rang incessantly, while fine particles of light fell incessantly from the air.
No one could imagine what kind of pain this would bring. Ah Mo 'en maintained an awe-inspiring silence throughout the entire process. Only when he stood up completely, when those giant metal remains fell to the ground like boulders rolling down the mountain, when he stood in the dark Courtyard of Disobedience with his head held high, he finally let out a low sigh, mixed with countless indescribable emotions.
It was the sigh of humanity.
His wound finally began to heal at an unprecedented speed before the eyes of Gwen and Bersetia. It was only then that Gwen recovered from the shocking scene. He pondered as if he had figured something out. He then nodded gently. "Congratulations, you are finally free."
"Yes, I'm free …" Amoen lowered his head. His voice was low and pleasant, but no one knew who he was referring to. At this moment, a storm of arcane flashes suddenly rushed over from the depths of darkness and Chaos, and the figure of Milmina, the Goddess of Magic, was condensed next to Amoen. The lady, who looked like a bell tower, looked up at the God of Nature who was far taller than her. After a long silence, she suddenly smiled. "Oh, a medical miracle."
"Your joke is hard for me to laugh as usual." Amoun muttered in a low voice. His body quickly shrank in the light as if he had more self-control after breaking free from the last shackles. His body, which had grown too large in the long years of growth, began to shrink rapidly. First, it went from the size of a hill to the size of a castle, and then from a castle to a hall. Finally, his body stopped at this size. It was still huge for mortals to look up at him, but at least it was not as exaggerated as before. Mirmina did not have to look up at him anymore.
After all this, Amoun sighed softly and turned to look at Mirmina. "Tell me the truth. Did you already know that I can break free from these things? I suddenly remember now that you have a strange look in your eyes a few times … "
"So what if I did?" Mirmina smiled softly. Her eyes, shrouded in the mist, narrowed slightly. "I don't have the final say in this matter. You don't have the final say in this matter. Even if you have the 'conditions' to break free from these shackles, you can't stand up. You should understand that it is not only these things here that bind you, and not even your own 'divinity problem'. In the end, you are too much like a god. "
Amoen stood quietly on the broken ground and did not speak for a long time. Gawain and Bersetia did not speak either, leaving this silence to the old god who had finally broken free from the shackles of the past. After an unknown period of time, they heard a sigh from above, followed by a sigh. "Actually, I should have known."
Gwen did not speak again until this time. "What's your plan after this?"
Amoun was silent for a moment as if he was thinking. Then he smiled helplessly and shook his head. "Plan? What else can I do? Although I have broken free from these shackles, it's best that I don't show up in the world now. After all, it will take a long time for Bersetia to completely clean up the mess of the secret cult. Next … I'd better stay here to avoid causing trouble for many people. "
"Indeed." Gawain nodded gently. "Although your last 'anchor point' has been removed, a historical problem cannot be solved as quickly as the dissipation of divinity. And the technical department will need some time to assess your situation. You will have to stay here for a while. But don't worry, it won't be long. At least compared to the past three thousand years, it will be very short. "
"It's nothing," Amoun said calmly as he shook his body gently. "Compared to the past three thousand years, I'm in a much better state now."
Gwen and Bersetia looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Gwen then said to Amoun, "Then we won't bother you here. Have a good rest. The Theocratic Council's work can also be suspended for this week."
Amoun did not say anything and just nodded gently. Mirmina waved her hand as if she was shooing Gwen and Bersetia away.
After Gwen and the Silver Queen left, the vast Disobedience Courtyard became quiet again. In the endless darkness and chaos, Amoun, who had shrunk a lot, stood in the middle of a pile of scattered wreckage. Mirmina looked at the motionless' God of Nature 'and finally could not help but say, "Are you going to just stand there? Then you are no different from before. At most, you have just changed your posture. You are still standing there, aren't you? "
"I don't know what to do," the former God of Nature said in a low voice after a moment of silence. "I never thought that I would be free in this way, and I never thought that this day would come so early. Mirmina, can you give me a suggestion?"
"Give you a suggestion? I want to sit down and watch the few TV series that I have not finished before, or go to the neural network to play chess with Madam Enya. But in view of the medical miracle that happened to you, I think I should give you some healthier advice. "Mirmina spread her hands." Do you want to take a walk with me? I can take you to the depths of the Realm of Looming Shadow. You should have been curious about the scenery of the 'boundary' for a long time, right? "
"I … don't know if it is a good idea to leave here." Amoun hesitated. "I have been —"
"Since you have not left here for a long time, all the more reason to get up and walk." Mirmina did not hesitate to reach out and grab Amoun's holy antlers. "Come on, don't let the children's last wishes go to waste. Remember their last words? They're with you. Just take it as taking them away. If saying this can make you feel better … "
"So you were eavesdropping somewhere just now?"
"… I am just a little more sensitive. You know, the matter of the magical domain … Sigh, let's not talk about this. It feels weird to grab your antlers. Should I find a rope?"
"Shut up and let go."
"Okay, okay, okay. You have the final say today."
…
In the military zone of the Gloom Mountain Range, in front of the gate of the Defiant Fortress, Bersetia once again breathed in the fresh air of the outside world. She looked up at the night sky. The brilliance of the stars shone down from the night sky, cold and distant.
Are there souls in the stars that have gone far away to protect the living beings in the world?
The ancient sages once told the world this, but at this moment, Bersetia knew that the starlight was just starlight. The souls that had gone far away would eventually go far away. There was no eternal heaven. Everything would eventually come to an end, even God was no exception.
In the past, the All Things Will Die Society might have seen through this and made this cold fact their name. Perhaps it was to warn the world, or perhaps it was just to make herself remember.
She looked back and saw Gwen standing beside her. This figure was as tall as she remembered. Although he was not exactly the human pioneer in her memory, from a certain point of view, the soul in this body was very similar to the pioneer 700 years ago. And many of her questions could always be answered by this' extraterrestrial wanderer '.
"In fact, I still don't understand why Master Azmol and the other sages would die so calmly," the Silver Queen suddenly said in a low voice. "Although I have said that they can no longer return to the mortal world, they can choose to stay in the Realm of Shadows, choose to stay with their god. This should be the supreme honor and blessing for devout believers like them."
"What they miss is not only Amoun," Gwen gently shook his head. "What they miss is the era of the God of Nature — the era of divine grace, the era of firm faith, the era of righteousness. Even though they know that that era is long gone, they have held on for 30 centuries. And now, that era has truly come to an end in their hearts.
"From the beginning, those clerics had no intention of seeking survival. They just wanted to give an account of their 3,000 years of perseverance. They were looking for a home, a home that they should have gone to a long time ago, but they did not because of hesitation and fear. In the eyes of Azmol and the other clerics, they were not going to die, but they had finally stopped."
Bersetia fixed her eyes on Gwen. Her voice was a little surprised. "You have never met Azmol and the other sages, but you seem to have seen everything clearly?"
Gwen calmly responded to the queen's stare with a faint smile. "Probably because I have seen too much."
He paused for a moment and looked a little emotional. "And frankly speaking, if it were not for the choice of Azmol and the other sages, Amoun would not have been able to break free from those shackles. In fact, I have noticed from a long time ago that the Voyager's legacy has a powerful suppressive effect on 'divine' power. But for individuals without divinity, it is at best an extraordinarily strong and advanced material. And Amoun's divinity is fading every day. And since the 'desacralization' project that I have spearheaded started on a large scale, his divinity is fading faster and faster. But after such a long time, the seal and shackles of the Voyager's legacy on him have not weakened at all.
"The only explanation is that Amoun has bound himself to where he is. As an individual born from the 'ideology', his own mind has a strong influence on himself."
"God can actually be bound by his own 'thoughts'? This kind of binding is even substantial?" Bersetia had a look of disbelief on her face. "Then if a god thinks that he is not bound by anything, isn't it —"
"Unfortunately, we can't verify this. And from the available data, such a good thing should not happen." Gwen shook his head regretfully. "There is almost no situation in this world where our wishes come true."
"… That's true."
The two rulers of the empire looked at each other and laughed, mocking this unfriendly but nurturing world. But at this moment, a familiar aura suddenly condensed in the air nearby, interrupting the conversation between Gwen and Bersetia.
Gwen looked in the direction of the aura and saw Amber's small figure jumping out of the crack in the Shadowy Realm. He could not help but laugh. "How rare. You are still working overtime at night?"
"Do you think I want to?" As soon as Amber stood on the ground, she immediately complained with her hands on her hips. "Who asked you to come here at night?"
"Okay, I know you are a night owl. You will wander around at night if you have nothing to do." Gwen waved his hand and asked casually, "What happened? Why do you have to come here in person?"
Amber pursed her lips. "Actually, I just wanted to pass you a message. Just now, there was news from the inside —"
Halfway through her words, she glanced at the Silver Queen a few times. Gawain nodded slightly at Belsetia and walked to Amber's side. Belsetia also took the initiative to walk to the side and stand with the Elven guards she had brought with her.
"There is news from the north," Amber whispered next to Gwen. "Grand Governor Victoria wants to go to Tarlonde in person. She asked for your opinion."
"Victoria? Go to Tarlonde in person? That's her decision? " Gwen was surprised. He felt that this did not sound like a plan that the always calm and indifferent "Arctic Duchess" would propose. But soon, the surprise on his face faded and was replaced by a brief moment of thought. After thinking for a while, he slowly nodded. "That makes sense …"
"That's your answer?" Amber blinked. "Don't you need to be more specific?"
"More specific?" Gwen looked at the half-elf. "Then I express my support. Of course, the premise is that she has arranged her official duties well and provided a complete and reliable plan."
"Okay, then I will go back and reply!" Amber immediately waved her hand. Before her voice trailed off, her figure had already disappeared before Gwen's eyes.
At this time, Bersetia quietly returned to Gwen's side. The Silver Queen looked in the direction where Amber had just disappeared. After a long while, she said with some surprise, "Your relationship with the 'Minister of Intelligence' is closer than I thought … You don't get along like a superior and subordinate, nor like an ordinary monarch and minister, but more like … close friends."
"Is that so?" Gwen raised his eyebrows in surprise and answered perfunctorily. But in his heart, he could not help but think:
How should I put it? After all, the relationship between the suspect and the stolen goods …
(End of Chapter)
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