En Ya's conjecture made Gwen realize what the most serious consequences of the Tide-Reversal Tower's mutation would be.
Not only would the contamination spread, and not only would the power of the Tide-Reversal Tower spread to the outside world, but the Tide-Reversal Tower would become a real god, a complete god who had completely broken free from the seal and embryonic state. He would not be bound by any clergy, nor would he be bound by the principle of "protecting the mortals." The usual means of weakening divine power, isolating thoughts, and confining divinity would be useless in the face of such a "complete god!"
"An uncontrollable divine general roaming the world. He has no conscience, good or evil, and is very likely to be full of hatred …" En Ya's low voice came from the golden egg. The scene she described made even Gwen's hair stand on end.
But soon, En Ya's tone changed slightly. "Of course, all of this is the worst conjecture. There is no actual evidence to prove that the Tide-Reversal Tower can really contaminate the Mistress of the Night. And judging from the shadowy dust brought back by Modiel Werde, the power of the Mistress of the Night is still stable and pure. She has not been contaminated …"
"But what happened to Modiel Werde, the link, is real," Gwen said in a low voice. "Maybe it has not happened yet, or maybe it will happen sooner or later."
His mind raced as he began to think about how to eliminate the crisis. He did not have to think for long because he had discussed an "ultimate plan" with En Ya a long time ago.
"… It seems that I still have to consider the orbital crash plan I mentioned before." Gwen sighed softly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Only the legacy of the Voyager can really completely destroy the tower …"
The so-called "orbital crash plan" was to change the orbit of some of the Voyager satellites and small space stations located in orbit to a designated location, and through the orbital abandonment protocol, they would fall to the planet's surface. When all safety protocols were completely shut down, the space junk falling from the sky would have a terrible impact comparable to a meteorite fall. More importantly, the remaining energy and weapons in the abandoned facilities would explode during the crash. According to En Ya, the impact of the explosion of the Voyager's legacy was the only way to destroy the other Voyager's legacy.
Before Tarlonde's "coming-of-age ceremony", Gwen had used this method as a trump card to deter the Dragon God. After that, when he and the "reborn" Dragon God discussed the Tide-Defying Tower, the "orbital crash plan" was brought up again and regarded as an alternative plan to destroy the Tide-Defying Tower. But … this alternative plan was not so easy to make up one's mind to implement.
The old space facilities could not fall precisely, and the impact of their crash would not only destroy a "small" Tide-Defying Tower. Even under the best circumstances, the destruction caused by the orbital crash would sweep across the west coast of Tarlonde and a considerable part of the inland areas. And in those places … there might still be survivors living in the wasteland, waiting for reinforcements.
One orbital crash meant that the survivors who had survived to this day had to be sacrificed. They had survived the "coming-of-age ceremony" against the calamity, but because of the "big picture", they would become dust under the satellite's explosion. Even the history books of the future … would not record the names of these victims.
It was quiet in the incubation room. After a long time, Gwen spoke again. "Since the arrival of the Alliance, Tarlonde has begun to increase investment and send expeditionary forces to search for survivors along the coastline to the west. The surveillance personnel they sent to the Tide-Defying Tower have also carried out limited activities on the west coast. In the past two months, survivors of all sizes have been discovered. You said that you did not hold back when you attacked these places, and that there would not be many survivors. But it turns out that survival is the instinct of life, and this is no exception for the Giant Dragon."
"But if there is a possibility that the God of Tide-Defying could escape from the containment …" Enya said softly. "The Dragons as a whole may be the target of his vengeance. Whether it is the survivors on the west coast, other Dragons, or even all the mortal races in the world … there will only be greater sacrifices."
"I understand. That's why I'll be prepared to execute the orbital crash plan. But unless there's no other choice, it'll always be a plan," Gawain said in a deep voice. "I'll … personally confirm the situation in the Tide-Defying Tower."
"… This is dangerous. Even if you are special, even if you can resist the spiritual corruption of all the gods in the world under normal circumstances, I can't guarantee that this special ability will work in the face of the Tide-Defying Tower." Enya's tone was particularly solemn. The runes on the surface of the eggshell had almost completely stopped moving. "To be honest … I don't think this is a wise choice. You are more important to this world. Although the Tide-Defying Tower is a catastrophe, it will also be a disaster if the Alliance loses you at this moment."
"Don't make it sound like I am going to die." Gwen could not help but smile. He then shook his head gently. "Not long ago, you said that you appreciate my spirit of not indulging in the past and that I am still willing to take risks when I can enjoy my achievements …"
"That was a compliment from the perspective of a friend. Now, I am worried from the perspective of a friend. There is no contradiction," Enya's tone was very indifferent. "You are the only friend I have in the past 1.87 million years."
"… I'll be careful," Gawain said solemnly. "Although I know that being 'careful' isn't enough in this matter, I have no choice but to be as cautious as possible."
The voice from the golden egg was smiling. "Then I wish you all the best. Although my 'blessing' is useless now, I can only wish you all the best since there is no other choice."
At this point, she suddenly paused as if she had thought of something. "Ah, maybe I can do something else to bid farewell to your 'adventure' …"
Listening to the faint interest in Enya's words, Gwen's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if the word 'danger' had appeared on his forehead. His face suddenly changed. "What do you mean …"
"Would you like to try the new drink I have recently formulated?" Enya's tone rose. If her eggshell had an expression, it would be full of smiles now. "I've adjusted the formula again and toned down a few main ingredients. Maybe it won't be as strong as the last time. This time, it's definitely a real source of confidence …"
Gawain didn't wait for the bastard to finish his sentence. He stood up from the sofa and strode towards the door. "I suddenly remembered that I have a meeting this afternoon. Let's talk about it next time …"
He was so fast that he was already in the corridor as soon as his voice trailed off. Before Enya could stop him, she saw that there was only an empty door not far away. Two seconds later, a sigh of regret came from the golden egg. "Sigh … I am indeed quite confident this time. Was the last time too exciting?"
As she spoke, she suddenly saw something flashing in the corridor outside the door. After careful observation, she found that it was a snake tail with fine scales and beautiful patterns. She immediately shook off her disappointment and shouted at the siren passing by outside the door. "Miss Tyre!"
The snake tail in the corridor swayed and stopped moving forward. A moment later, a head poked through the door of the incubation room. Tyre looked curiously at the golden egg bathed in the light. "Ms. Enya, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, Miss Tyre," Enya said with a smile. "I have some good things here. Would you like to come in and have a taste?"
"Good things? Have a taste? " Tyre's eyes suddenly lit up, and her whole snake body was instantly energized. She arched her body and got into the incubation room. At the same time, she had condensed a shiny knife and fork with water elements in her hand. She then raised the knife and fork to the golden egg in the middle of the room. She smiled brightly. "You finally figured it out? That's great. I promise you, it won't hurt at all. My teeth are very good, and you'll be fine in a while … "
To be honest, she had been thinking about the fragrant "tea egg" in this room for a long time. Ever since the day Enya moved in, Tyr had already prepared a knife, fork, and plate for her new neighbor. However, the negotiations between the siren and Enya had never been successful. She had no choice but to suppress her appetite until today. But she never expected that … there would be a day when she suddenly wanted to eat!
However, her excitement only lasted for a moment before it was ruthlessly interrupted by Enya. An invisible force pushed her, making it difficult for her to move forward. At the same time, a surprised, helpless, and nervous voice came from the golden egg. "Stop, Miss Tyre, I don't mean that … Wipe the corner of your mouth. I want you to try something else!"
Tyr's whole snake coiled up and arched forward in front of the barrier formed by the invisible force. As he arched, he said with difficulty, "Ah? Then you asked me to come in … "
"I want you to try this," Enya said while manipulating her magic to lift several containers on the shelf not far away. She skillfully mixed the liquids in the containers and finally poured a cup full of bubbling dark brown solution into it. "This is my new drink, but I can't find anyone willing to try it …"
"Ah … So that's it." Tyr let out a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground. But soon her eyes fell on the cup of liquid that was floating in the air. There was a little interest in her eyes. "But since this is made by you, maybe it tastes good for us sirens?"
"You can try it." Enya's smile was very obvious. "I'm very confident."
Tyre glanced at the golden egg in front of her suspiciously. After a moment, her hesitation finally receded. She reached out and took the cup floating toward her. She looked at the bubbling liquid in the cup carefully and finally took a deep breath, picked up the cup, and drank it.
"How does it taste?" Enya immediately stared at the siren nervously. "Is it …"
"I feel a little weird, like …" Tyre smacked her lips and murmured. But before she could finish her sentence, her eyes suddenly widened. Then, she jumped up in a very exaggerated posture and fell to the ground with her back facing the sky, accompanied by a loud cry, "Wah —"
Then she died.
A moment later, the siren's' corpse 'on the ground suddenly turned into water, and the floor of the incubation room was wet. Then, Tyre's scream came from a room in the distance, followed by the screams of the maids.
Enya stood motionless on the pedestal in the center of the room, looking thoughtfully at the cup on the ground and the little dark liquid that spilled out. She whispered softly, "It seems that the stimulation is still a little serious …"
…
In a room with relatively simple furnishings, the curtains blocked out the light from the outside, and the magic crystal lamp was not turned on. Only a little bit of sunlight shone into the room through the thick cloth, maintaining a dim state of the room.
Two exquisite steel daggers were hung on the wall opposite the door, and a small dressing table was placed beside the window. Apart from a few simple skincare products, there weren't many bottles and jars that madams and young ladies liked on the dressing table.
A delicate metal box was placed on the dressing table. As the lid was gently opened, Amber's figure appeared on the chair.
She stared at the delicate metal box, and a few grayish-white grains of sand at the bottom of the box were reflected in her pale golden eyes. For the next few minutes, she just looked at the 'samples' in a daze. Her brows were sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed, as if she was thinking carefully about something, but she could not think of anything.
These grains of sand did not seem to have changed at all. Whether it was Gwen, Margie, or even the former Dragon God, they all said that these grains of sand were just inanimate objects. They seemed to be just sand, at most … with the particularity of the gods.
However, the familiar feeling that emerged from the beginning kept surging in her heart. Amber stared at the grains of sand, and even seemed to be able to feel their … 'attraction'.
This attraction, only she could feel it.
Amber suddenly felt a little headache. She had asked for some of the 'samples' from Gwen to study, but now she realized that she did not know where to start … How to study this thing? Burn it with fire? Soak it in acid? Or find something to smash it? She couldn't taste it, could she?
The Empire's Minister of Intelligence scratched her head in distress, realizing that this was not her field of expertise. This was completely different from the intelligence projects she usually dealt with. Although the complex intelligence was also a problem, there was always a pattern behind it. Like a jigsaw puzzle, no matter how messy it looked, every piece of the puzzle always had its place. As long as she had enough patience and keen observation, she could always gather the 'puzzle pieces' from all directions into a complete intelligence and send it to Gwen. But this thing in front of her …
Patience and observation were useless in front of this thing. The shadow sand did not respond to any external stimuli. The only thing she seemed to have was intuition …
Intuition …
Driven by her intuition, she finally slowly reached out her finger and gently touched one of the grains of sand.
(End of Chapter)
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