Sending the last of the ancient Druil sages to Amoun was one of the reasons why Bersethia had come to Cecil. But there was another reason for her visit.
On the third day after the elven diplomatic group arrived in Cecil City, a magic car without any logo drove into the base surrounded by thick walls and energy shields at the foot of the Gloom Mountains in the southwest of the imperial capital. The magic car went straight through the connecting passage and mechanical gate at the back of the administrative district and into the giant cavern where the main test site was located.
Standing on a high platform overlooking most of the test site, Bersethia looked down at the vast assembly space below. Countless crisscrossing steel structures and stone support platforms quickly formed by magic formed a test site larger than several football fields. The high-power magic stone lamps fixed on the steel beams above made the platforms as bright as day. A large number of engineering vehicles and technicians could be seen walking between the platforms. Lights of various sizes were like swimming dragons.
This was the test site for the assembly of the skyscraper fortress. It was one of the most important secret projects of the empire. Under normal circumstances, such a place was not open to foreign envoys. But this was an exception for the Queen of the Silver Elves. The reason was simple: the entire Project 115 was a project of the Cecil Empire, but the anti-gravity engine and other technologies behind it were mostly from the Silver Elves. And much of its energy was also used in the Stellaris Temple of the elves.
On the Cecil side, there was the construction of the skyscraper fortress. On the Silver Empire side, there was also the restoration of the Stellaris Temple. These two projects were carried out in parallel. In essence, it was one of the technical cooperation between the two empires.
"As you can see, our current project here is still at the stage of assembling the keel and testing the anti-gravity engine," Gwen said to the Queen of the Silver Elves. "Of course, this is the most complicated and time-consuming part of the entire project. Once the basic structure here is completed, the subsequent assembly progress will be very fast."
"This progress has surprised me, Uncle Gwen. I did not expect that you have already entered the testing phase of the anti-gravity engine." Bersethia sighed from the bottom of her heart. "Is this the driving force of the Origin Laboratory for large-scale projects? I am impressed."
Gwen smiled. "The Origin Laboratory is indeed very useful. We have put the test work that may take months or even a year or two in the real world into a virtual environment. With the help of the thought acceleration system, these tedious and time-consuming work can be completed in a month or even less. Of course, the large-scale acceleration of the neural network consumes a lot of precious wetware host resources. But compared to blowing up half of the base in the real world, the cost is quite cost-effective. "
"… It seems that I should seriously consider the problem of renting the neural network computing power when I go back. Is that what you mean, Uncle Gwen?" Bersethia looked at Gwen with a smile. "It is expensive for a reason."
"We have established a large-scale communication and forwarding channel between Cecil and the Silver Empire. Of course, we should make the most effective use of it," Gwen said calmly. "Speaking of which, how is the Stellaris Temple doing recently?"
"If you are asking about the temple itself, it has not changed much. The repair of the basic structure is not something that can be done overnight. Although scholars and craftsmen have said that with the support of new technology, the repair project is making great progress every day, but this progress cannot be seen directly with the eyes." Bersethia smiled. "If you are asking about our repair project, we have new discoveries almost every day."
The Silver Queen smiled as she looked down at the huge assembly field from the high platform. She watched as the complicated mechanical structures were installed on the steel skeleton bit by bit. It was as if she was watching a sleeping giant being born bit by bit.
"We have finally dismantled the ancient door to the power core, the engine isolation dome that has not been opened for tens of thousands of years, and the compartment to the central axis logic array. We have seen the alloy skeleton extending horizontally and vertically in the dark, the silent ancient equipment, and the decaying cables and sensors that have been disconnected from the throne for hundreds of thousands of years …"
"Most of the technology in the deep zone is no longer understood. Even if the scholars can identify one or two of them, they can't repair it with the current conditions. But at least it is not too late for us to make up our minds. We can still identify the functions and positioning of most of the equipment groups. At the same time, we now have a new plan …"
"Master Velania has led her astromancers to determine the energy logic at the bottom of the Stellaris Temple. We have replaced part of the badly damaged power core with the magic net array from Cecil. Next, we will directly dismantle the completely obsolete anti-gravity and propulsion devices and replace them with modern industrial products. At the same time, we will rebuild the cabins and functional compartments around the keel of the temple.
"The biggest challenge we face now is to rebuild the sensors and operating devices that have been offline from the control center, so that the throne can smoothly identify the newly installed things in the Stellaris Temple … The progress in this regard is the slowest, but fortunately, since autumn, the scholars have finally achieved some results. The artificial nerve cord and the signal connector have been fused, and with the help of the biological nerve center, the problem of the control of the Holy Sanctum could be solved. Let's hope everything goes well, or we will have to replace the problem of the Throne of Command with hundreds and thousands of operators. "
Gwen nodded slightly as he listened to Bersetia's description of the technology. "Is it our 'smart factory' that inspired you?"
"Using synthetic brains to give machines the ability to think … The creativity of humans is always amazing." Bersetia laughed. "To be honest, after seeing the information sent by Rebecca, Master Velania did not eat for the whole day. But the next day, with great perseverance, she still finished reading all the information and expressed her respect for your technology."
"…" Gwen was a little speechless for a moment. He could only imagine what it would be like after the elves accepted the technical route of wet mainframe and heavy machinery. He suddenly felt that he had sinned.
Bersetia did not know what Gwen was lamenting in his mind about 'things that only the wanderers in the outer realm could understand'. Her eyes were always on the assembly platform below. Compared to the information on the paper, these things were more real and shocking. After a long time, she finally broke the silence. "Looking at these things, I can't help but think … in the very, very ancient times, in the years that even the Silver Elves could not imagine, how did our ancestors, the primitive elves, build such a great creation like the Stellaris Temple? Was that magnificent fortress also assembled from the keel, beam, and basic power units on an assembly platform similar to this one?"
"Of course, or could it just grow out of the ground?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Why do you suddenly think of these things?"
"After we finally opened the door to the deepest part of the Stellaris Temple, we found many ancient traces in the chambers that had been sealed for thousands of years," Bersetia said slowly. "In the long years, the various areas of the Stellaris Temple had undergone countless renovations and baptisms. There was even a war that completely destroyed its outer area. But in those sealed compartments, everything was still in the state that it was not long after the sky fortress set sail.
"Now the Silver Elves can no longer recognize those objects that belonged to the primitive elves, but we can clearly feel that they came from an ancient and great civilization. Those are our specious' distant relatives', things that we brought out from a 'homeland' that we had long forgotten …"
"Regrettably, due to the passage of time and the leaking of water and air in some of the cabins, all of the scrolls and blueprints have been completely destroyed. The precision instruments used to record data have also been completely destroyed. What we could bring out are some daily necessities and furnishings made of unknown alloys that are impervious to corrosion, as well as signs and carvings copied from the walls. But even so, these things have caused a huge reaction among the Silver Elves."
Gwen blinked curiously. "A huge reaction?"
"Among the Silver Elves, there is now a voice of 'searching for homeland'," Bersetia said. "This comes from the relics of the primitive elves that we have been searching for in the depths of the Stellaris Temple.
"In fact, such voices have existed before, and similar ideas have accompanied the entire history of the Silver Empire since its founding. But all along, such voices have never taken hold because the deadly ocean storm is also very dangerous to the elves, and the 'prosperity' of the Silver Empire is as awkward as Gondor's back then, and could only maintain within the cruising range of the Stellaris Temple. But in recent years …"
"The formation of the alliance, the technical support from the sirens and the nagas, the restart of the continental route, the Dragons, and the successful navigation between the Loren Continent and Tarlonde," Gwen quickly reacted. "These achievements have encouraged the various races trapped on the continent, including you elves?"
"It should be 'extra encouragement' for us," Bersetia looked at Gwen with a smile. "The elves all know the ancient legend of the 'Great Schism', and we know that we are from another continent. When General Byron's feat of successfully arriving in Tarlonde spread to our country, our scholars rejoiced, and the voice of the 'homecoming party' grew louder. Coupled with our recent discoveries in the sealed cabin of the Stellaris Temple … it seems that many elves think that we should consider forming a fleet like the humans to search for the sacred land of the primitive elves."
"… Exploring a strange continent in the ocean is a good thing in itself. I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Gwen looked into Bersetia's eyes and chose his words carefully. "But you should know that going to Tarlonde is not the same as searching for the land of origin of the primitive elves. The former is the home of the Giant Dragon. We have guides, escorts, ready-made routes, and the astronomical and hydrological data recorded by the Giant Dragon. And Tarlonde and Loren are not too far apart, and the homeland of the elves …"
He recalled the foundation of the giant tower that he saw from the perspective of the Celestial Station, as well as the little information he had obtained from Enya.
"Well, one thing is certain. There is another continent to the west of the Loren Continent, and it may be the homeland of the primitive elves. But it is far away, the environment is harsh, and the situation inland is unknown. During the heyday of Tarlonde, the Dragons occasionally sent a few exploration teams to look at the situation on the continent from afar. But now the strength of the Dragons has been greatly reduced, and they have lost the implants and enhancers, as well as the global communication and navigation support provided by the Omega system. Now even the Dragons can't cross the ocean to find the continent. "
Bersetia's eyes widened. She was not surprised that the primitive elves might have originated from a strange continent to the west of Loren, because the scholars of the Silver Empire had already proposed this in the past. She was surprised by Gwen's tone when he talked about this matter. He obviously knew this matter very well, and he had been paying attention to it for a long time.
"Are you surprised?" Gwen, of course, noticed the change in the Silver Queen's expression. He just smiled faintly and said, "I have a good relationship with the Dragon God. I heard a lot of things from her. Besides, I also have some … special intelligence channels. I know that there is another continent to the west of the Loren Continent, which should be the origin of the primitive elves. I also know that there is another continent to the southeast of Loren. The sirens know how to get there.
"I've always been interested in new continents. Exploring unknown worlds is extremely attractive to me. In fact, from a certain perspective, one of the main reasons why I'm researching navigation technology and building a powerful fleet is to explore the secrets in the depths of the ocean. As for reopening the route around the continent and establishing maritime trade … they're actually just side effects of this goal."
Bersetia stared at Gwen, who was smiling happily. After a long time, she also smiled and said, "Your adventurous spirit … is just as the intelligence said."
…
While Gwen and the Silver Queen were talking about the new route, the ancient continent, and the adventurous spirit, another human with an exceptionally strong adventurous spirit in this world was lying in his' adventurer's hut '. Accompanied by the whistling of the wind outside the town, he fell asleep in the warmth brought by the warming runes.
A strange change in the environment suddenly surged in his mind. Years of accumulated adventurous instinct stimulated his nerves. Modir suddenly woke up from his deep sleep and rolled to the ground in less than a tenth of a second. While he was in a defensive posture, the old mage had already grasped the short staff by the bed with one hand and pulled out the enchanted dagger for protection from under the pillow with the other hand.
Layers of protective spells and blessing spells to enhance vitality, recovery, and magic affinity were also activated in an instant, covering his whole body.
All of these were instinctive reactions like muscle memory.
Modir had broken free from the drowsiness brought about by sleep and was vigilantly observing his surroundings. He first quickly looked around to make sure that he was still in his single 'dormitory'. Everything in sight was in the same position as before he fell asleep. There was no sign of the doors and windows being opened, and there was no sign of a living person nearby.
But this was not his room. At least, it was not his' normal 'room.
Everything in sight had lost its color. The monotonous colors of black, white, and gray covered everything as far as the eye could see.
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