The pale golden curtain, like a barrier that separated reality and illusion, closed silently under the golden oak tree. Gwen's figure disappeared into the leaves that were blown by the breeze, and the square returned to silence.
Next to the square table, the oldest god and the god who ruled the realm of nature and magic looked away. Amoun shook his head slightly and muttered, "He really can't stay idle …"
"If he is idle, I'm afraid we won't have the leisure to spend time here," Mirmina said casually, and then looked up at Enya. "He is going to Tarlonde … Don't you have any thoughts?"
"That is no longer something I can intervene in," Enya said slowly with a calm expression. "I just hope that everything he is going to do in the future will go smoothly … In Tarlonde, I have left too many messes, but neither I nor the current Dragons are able to solve the problems at home. It is not the style of the Dragons to let these burdens fall on an unrelated person."
"Who didn't leave a mess?" Amoun suddenly laughed. "We came here to hide and have nothing to do … We have left the troubles of the outside world to the mortals."
"After all, if we continue to stay in those positions, we will only add to their troubles," Mirmina said slowly, and then glanced at the square table in front of her. "Ah, now there are only three of us left. How about we change the mahjong to cards?"
"Can't you care about other things besides these things?" Ah Mo 'en muttered helplessly. At the same time, his palm casually brushed across the quaint stone table, and the messy mahjong tiles on the table quietly turned into cards. As he reached for the cards, he continued to mutter, "You've almost become a handicap when it comes to playing mahjong these days …"
"Weren't you the one who asked me to play cards?" Mirmina suddenly glared at the former God of Nature, but her hand movements did not slow down at all. "What I did was very meaningful, helping the administrators find loopholes in the neural network or something … But Naretil and those administrators are really unreasonable. Not only did they not thank me, but they also kept bothering me. In the end, playing cards is more interesting. Ah, Madam Enya, are you free later? "
Enya glanced at Mirmina, holding the cards in her hand, and casually replied, "I have to help take care of the children at night, but before that, I have nothing to do. I can play with you for a while."
"Are the two little ones healthy?" Amoun asked as he looked up at the cards. "I heard that the 'mutation' caused by the infection of the Dark Blue magic has a trend of further development recently. If you need my help, just let me know."
"There's no problem, just normal development. The imprint left by the Dark Blue magic has become part of their body structure, and this part will change as they grow, which is the most normal …" Enya said casually, but suddenly she noticed that Mirmina's expression was a little strange. The former Goddess of Magic seemed to be a little distracted, and even forgot to reach for the cards, which made Enya a little curious. "Distracted?"
"Wait, I suddenly feel … something is not right …" Mirmina woke up with a start and blinked with a puzzled expression. Her eyes moved slowly between Enya and Amoun. "Sentinels … Do you remember that we were talking about the sentinels?"
"Of course, but we did not come to a conclusion," Amoun said casually, but after noticing Mirmina's expression, his face immediately became serious. "Hmm? Could it be that you … thought of something? "
"No, I didn't think of anything." Milmina slowly shook her head, but there seemed to be a cluster of confusion in the depths of her eyes. "I'm the same as you. I don't know about the Sentinels. I just suddenly feel a little weird … like I've overlooked something important … but I don't know what I've overlooked."
"Is there something wrong with your memory?" Amoun suddenly looked at the "Goddess of Magic" seriously. "Theoretically, this is impossible. The memory of a god is indelible, and I have never heard of a god losing his memory."
"Check your status again." Enya put down the cards in her hand and said in a deep voice with a serious face. "If you can't confirm the problem in the end, we have to tell Gwen about this situation. Although this is still not a valuable clue, at least it will make him more vigilant. "
…
The cold wind at the end of autumn whistled across the vast and desolate plains. This wind connected Winterwolf Fortress and Longwind Fortress, and recently converged into a cold cyclone in the plains between the two. The flag of the Alliance fluttered in the wind above the fortress, and under the flag, dry dust and withered grass could often be seen being blown up by the wind.
Winter was really coming, but for the technical and engineering team stationed on this land, they were as enthusiastic as fire and did not slack off day and night.
Around the fortress made of boulders and molten metal, three huge energy facilities had been erected between heaven and earth. The iron-gray towers stood in the cold wind, and around the towers stood a number of auxiliary magic mechanisms made of metal and concrete, which looked like huge "needles" with sharp tips. Runes emitting a pale blue glow emerged from the bases and shells of these magical devices, and on the sharp tips of these devices, bright magic sparks were constantly jumping like lightning, connecting into one dazzling arcane loop after another. Every time those sparks flickered, a powerful energy was released. If one walked around the towers, even an ordinary person could feel the chill of the "infiltration of magic".
Those sparks were a huge amount of energy that even high-grade mages could not easily gather. In the old era, this amount of energy was enough to maintain the operation of a medium-sized mage tower. However, in this place, the combination of advanced and ancient arcane extraction technology had turned this huge amount of energy into the most common "firewood". Every time the towers flickered, they could directly compress and extract the energy of this scale and continuously transmit it to the Contract Fortress, which was located at the center of the facilities, and to the "door" deep inside the fortress that seemed to never be filled.
In the main hall of the Contract Fortress, the lights were brightly lit, and technicians were shuttling back and forth.
A huge and complicated device had been built in this modified and strengthened hall. It had a triangular base made of alloy, and this huge base showed a stair-like structure, like an ancient altar. At the edge of each layer of the structure, there were countless fine runes and magic rails distributed among the runes, embedded crystals, and brass thin tubes that were responsible for cooling the entire system.
The brass pipes went deep into the base, and the inside flowed with activated pure water and liquefied crystal dust. They had to operate constantly, and once their heat dissipation function failed, the huge amount of energy could melt through all the hardware of the teleportation gate in a moment.
And above this triangular base was the "trunk" of the portal. There were three arc-shaped alloy "arms" extending from the three vertices of the base, as if they were guarding an invisible sphere and converging in midair. And in between the three arc-shaped alloy "arms", there was a huge metal ring floating. The ring was lying horizontally above the base at this moment, as if it was in a state of hibernation.
A huge amount of energy was constantly being gathered in this hall. In the center of the portal device, in the air surrounded by the floating ring, a cluster of distorted light and shadow was expanding and contracting, and some kind of ancient air was constantly spreading out from the depths of the light.
Kamel floated to the side of the enormous portal device and looked up at the charging alloy "arms" and the metal ring. The two arcane sparks inlaid on his face were flashing brightly, and only those who were most familiar with him could see the excitement of this ancient arcanist from the two clusters of light.
"I really didn't expect … this thing could work so smoothly …" He could not help but whisper to himself softly.
"This is because we have been preparing for this day for many years," a female voice that he had just become familiar with came from the side. Kamel turned his head and saw Madam Windsor Mappel, the legendary sorcerer from the Empire of Typhon standing beside him. "The technology required for the portal is from ancient times. In that period of history, which has been lost by time, a group of people used this technology to open the door to the divine kingdom and worshipped the power or some 'entity' that leaked out of the door as a miracle. It's so advanced, yet so ignorant, and the contradictory products it brought had brought two hundred years of suffering to the Augustus family of Typhon."
"I know about this, the Eye of God. Even from the perspective of a Gondor magus and an ancient disobedient, the efforts of your emperor and his family are enough to be called great," Kamel said sincerely, his eyes back to the portal. "It's also thanks to the Eye of God that we can build such a 'door' now, isn't it?"
"Yes, thanks to the Eye of God … we have restored the ancient technological miracle here with our own wisdom," Madam Windsor Mappel said with a hint of emotion in her voice. Then she became curious and expectant. "Master Kamel, what do you think is behind the door?"
"… I don't know." Kamel was silent for a moment before he shook his head frankly and said, "No one has seen what the divine kingdom of the God of War looks like. As a former disobedient, I have never had any romantic imagination or expectations of the divine kingdom. But one thing I am sure of … it must be in line with the imagination of thousands of believers of the God of War in the past thousands of years. "
"Then it must have a wall built with swords and shields, a palace and square for the warriors to rest and feast, and the 'Eternal Arena' under the watchful eyes of God." Windsor Mappel said with a faint smile. "I just don't know if the divine kingdom of the God of War also collapsed after the fall of the God of War. When we step through the door, what we will see will probably be some remaining fragments."
Kamel looked back and glanced at the lady from Typhon, who might be one of the most outstanding mages of the era. He saw some familiar brilliance on her not-so-beautiful face.
It was the brilliance of a researcher, an explorer, and a pioneer, with a strong curiosity, thirst for knowledge, and a little bit of ignorance and fearlessness.
He was very familiar with that expression. A thousand years ago, when mortals still knew nothing about the gods and could only rely on their limited knowledge and defensive technology to explore, countless such researchers had thrown themselves into the frontlines against the gods and fate. They were the smartest, the most creative, and the most capable of creating value — but also the closest to danger. There were such people falling almost every day, and those who survived … would gradually become unfamiliar to them.
'But that era has passed,' Kamil couldn't help but think. 'The hard work of our predecessors has finally formed a rich legacy. Thus, the new generation of' Rebels' (now, they should be called scholars of the Theocracy Council) can carry out research and exploration under safer conditions. They can be bolder than their predecessors, and they don't have to squeeze themselves into an inhuman state under extreme vigilance and caution. 'This is truly a good era.'
But even so, Kamel still felt that he needed to remind this "junior" in front of him.
"Don't get too excited and curious about the knowledge of the gods. Even though we have confirmed that the gods are kind in nature, their power is too dangerous for us," Hao Ren could not help but remind him. Although the other party was a Tiphon, since the establishment of the alliance and the establishment of the new order built by His Majesty, the hostility between the two countries had been gradually eliminated. At least in this facility, Hao Ren had to treat the other party as a 'comrade' who fought against fate together. "Caution and vigilance are the right attitude, and always the right attitude," Hao Ren said.
Perhaps she was already outstanding in her own field, but in Kamal's opinion, this Master Magician from Typhon was not cautious enough when it came to the realm of the gods.
Windsor Mabel couldn't help but look at the Scholar of Yore who had walked out of ancient history. She looked at his "eyes" that were flashing with arcane brilliance. In that face that could no longer be called human, she couldn't tell the expression of this arcanist. However, from his tone, she could hear the sincerity of this suggestion, as well as the heavy weight behind it.
How many pioneers' lives were exchanged for that weight?
Windsor, who lived in this era, could not imagine it. All she could do was to lower her head and humbly accept the suggestion of the Scholar of Ancient. "I'll keep it in mind, Master Kamel."
"You're also a master, and you have mastered a lot of knowledge that even amazes me." Kamel smiled, but it was hard for others to notice his smile. "I hope we can continue to work together in the next project."
Windsor smiled faintly and reached out her hand to Kamel. "I'm looking forward to it too."
Behind them, the huge portal device surged with pure and powerful arcane energy. This primitive and pure energy was gradually building a door to the Kingdom of God. Pure light escaped from the looming light and shadow. An unknown realm opened a gap to the mortals, and the light of the Kingdom of God sprinkled in the hall.
Once upon a time, this light symbolized the supreme will, the common awe of thousands of believers, and the "grace" that countless priests sacrificed themselves in exchange for.
But now, no one in the hall worshipped the light as a miracle. For the people gathered here, all this was just a necessary part of the mortals' understanding of the world.
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