In any case, the Young Dragon's interesting behavior had brought a little unexpected joy to this journey across the ocean. But the little one's fearless attitude really worried Gwen. Ever since Melita took off, the little one had not been idle for a moment. She was either running around on her mother's back or running to a high place, sticking her head out of the barrier, facing the strong wind with her mouth open and crying. She even wanted to climb along the tip of Melita's tail to the end, but Gwen was quick enough to stop her …
Now Gwen and Amber seriously suspected that Melita's description of "the Young Dragon will obediently lie on her mother's back" before taking off was theoretical knowledge from a manual compiled by some lame scholar. It was too far from reality!
"How could it be theoretical knowledge?" Hearing Gwen's doubts, Melita immediately retorted in a serious tone. "I have specifically consulted … Lady Enya. How could she not know about the Young Dragon?"
Gwen did not think much of it at first, but when he heard this, he felt that something was wrong. After a little thought, he recalled that the retired Dragon God seemed to be a theorist as well. According to the reliable information provided by the former God of Nature who did not want to reveal his name and the Neural Network Administrator who did not want to reveal his identity, when Enya was helping to incubate eggs, she would ask around for knowledge on hatching Dragons every day. She even almost asked for help from Pitman …
Immediately, Hao Ren looked at the Young Dragon who was playing around next to him. His gaze became subtle. He thought to himself that the little one could grow up healthily to this day thanks to the Giant Dragon's strong innate conditions. This time, it seemed that Melita and Noretta were really necessary to bring the two little ones back to Tarlonde. At least the two new mothers would have the opportunity to consult the normal ancient Giant Dragons on proper parenting experience …
"Hey, why aren't you talking?" Melita's voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting Gwen's wild thoughts. "Are you worried about Noretta? Then you don't have to worry. Although I don't want to admit it, her flying skills are much better than mine … "
"Ahem, ahem, I'm not worried about that." Gwen coughed awkwardly and cautiously reminded him. "I just feel that you shouldn't listen to Enya when taking care of the Young Dragon in the future. Listen to her experience … After all, her perspective back then was not the same as that of mortals."
"You're right," Melita said casually. Then, she changed the topic. "By the way, when we arrive at Tarlonde, are you going straight to the West Coast? Or rest in New Agundor for a day or two? As long as you like it, we can arrange it for you at any time. But the living conditions definitely won't be as good as the last time you came … "
"Stay in Agundor first. I want to meet the great adventurer in person," Gwen said casually. "Also give Byron some time. He and his' Winter 'are not as fast as you."
"Okay," Melita responded casually. Then, with a hint of emotion, she murmured, "Sigh … Without the means of real-time communication with Tarlonde, many things have become troublesome. Now, relying on the most primitive method of sending cross-sea letters, even with the fastest flying white dragon as the messenger, it takes a whole day for Agundor's news to reach North Harbor … On the contrary, Loren, who used to be backward, now has more and more convenient real-time communication. News from North Harbor can be sent to Cecil in an instant, and even to the southernmost Stellaris Temple in the continent …"
"We are thinking of a way to solve this problem," Gwen said, nodding. "Cecil's communication experts and Tarlonde's technicians, we are jointly considering a cross-sea communication plan that can replace the destroyed Omega network. At present, there were two ideas. One was to set up a transit hub at sea, relying on the permanent islands and floating automatic transmission towers. However, this would require a high construction cost and follow-up maintenance cost. Moreover, some of the offshore facilities would require long-term personnel to be stationed there, which was not a small investment.
"The second plan is to set up high-power hubs in Binhai County and North Harbor, and use the atmospheric structure to transmit signals. According to the information provided by Tarlonde's technicians, the steady-state boundary layer of the atmosphere can reflect the modulated arcane vibration signals. The Omega global communication network used a similar technology, but this plan also has a problem. After the Omega left, with Loren and Tarlonde's current technological level, I'm afraid we can't guarantee the reliability of this plan. "
Speaking of such cutting-edge technology, Gawain appeared to be in high spirits, but Hu Po, who was beside him, was drowsy. When Gawain finally finished speaking, the half-elf immediately yawned and muttered, "After talking for so long, it's just two proposals, but they're not very reliable when implemented …"
"Strictly speaking, it should be said that both plans are possible, but we need to make some trade-offs in terms of cost and reliability," Gwen said with a serious expression. "Considering the importance of Tarlonde as a member of the Alliance, we have to set up this cross-sea communication system no matter what."
"Set up a cross-sea communication with Tarlonde …" Amber muttered with mixed feelings. "I didn't expect that we are already doing this. Everything is moving so fast."
Gwen did not say anything. He suddenly recalled the information he got from Enya before they set off.
About the 'anomaly' detected by Mirmina, the Goddess of Magic, and the possibility that the memories of the gods were also affected by some external forces, the three gods of the past had new doubts and concerns about the Sentinels, and these concerns were now weighing on Gwen's mind.
Amber was right. Everything was moving fast, but compared to the challenges that the mortals would face one after another, even this speed of development was not necessarily fast enough.
…
Cecil City, somewhere in a research facility deep in the Defiant Stronghold in the Gloom Mountain Range, a large laboratory was brightly lit.
Veronica, holding a platinum scepter in her hand, stood in front of the platform in the center of the laboratory, looking calmly at the crystal container placed on the platform. The crystal container contained half a box of grayish-white sand particles. Under the bright light from above, the sand particles emitted a grayish-white texture. This texture spread all the way to the platform, and the blue experimental platform seemed to have faded into the same color.
A technician's voice came from nearby. "The third weight test is over. The weight of the sample after being affected by the weight-reducing rune is in line with the expected curve. After the field is closed, the speed of magic dissipation around the sample is in line with the expected curve. The nature of the sample is stable in the magic environment, no magic suppression, no force field rejection, and no divine characteristics. "
"The next stage of the test is ready. Platform No. 2 has been vacated. We need a pure sample for the magic contamination test …"
"Deity Analysis Laboratory No. 16 has contacted us. They have finished the test. The results will be sent in 30 minutes …"
Listening to the orderly reports and exchanges of the technicians, Veronica's calm and gentle expression did not change. She stared at the sample in front of her for a long time before she whispered to herself, "Aside from these visual effects, is it really just ordinary sand … some kind of constant illusion?"
"Head of Think Tank Veronica." A researcher in a white robe came from the side and bowed his head respectfully. "What is the arrangement after this round of test?"
"We can take a break after this." Veronica looked back at the technician with a faint smile on her face. In other places, she had many different titles. People called her the Princess, the Saintess, and the Side of the Holy Light. But in the research facilities of the Theocratic Council, in the technical department that analyzed the mysteries of the gods, she was called the "Head of Think Tank."
She liked this "internal title" very much, which was different from other titles. It occasionally reminded her of the things related to the Disobedience Plan. Although she had shut down the emotional logic of remembering the past a long time ago, she did not resist the feedback mechanism that triggered memories. It made her feel that she was still "alive."
"Next, we will wait for the news." She nodded gently again and said, "Wait for the news from the 'Senior Consultant Department' and see if they have found anything."
"Senior Consultant …" The assistant researcher's face suddenly turned solemn. Obviously, the existence of the "Senior Consultant" was worthy of his solemnity.
At the same time, in the deepest part of the Disobedience Fortress, in the Disobedience Courtyard in the Realm of Looming Shadow, the sacred giant deer, who had shrunk and recovered from its injuries, and Mirmina, who was shrouded in a magic curtain, were standing in a wide open space. In front of them was a high platform made of unknown materials. At the center of the platform, a large amount of grayish-white sand was piling up in the center of an extremely complicated magic circle that was faintly glowing in a pale blue light.
There was a grayish-white halo surging around the sand as if it was trying to spread its own "characteristic" and infect the magic circle around it with the same grayish-white texture. However, the powerful aura that filled the magic circle successfully stopped the grayish-white domain from spreading around the sand. The latter's ability to infect was always successful in the material world, but on this altar-like platform, it was compressed around the sand pile and could only spread out a few millimeters at most.
"The sand really can't 'infect' the runes you set up," Amoun said to the Goddess of Magic beside him after observing for a while. Then he could not help but look at Mirmina. He saw a sign condensed out of magic hanging on her chest, just like the small signs that the mortals who worked in the Disobedience Fortress wore. There were also glowing letters condensed out of magic on it — "Senior Consultant Mirmina". "Do you have to wear such a sign on your chest?"
"Of course, it's ritualistic. Do you know what ritualistic is?" Mirmina immediately replied. "We are now senior consultants of the Theocratic Council, and this is the first time we are personally conducting a research project as senior consultants. In the past, we were the ones being studied, but this time, we are the ones doing the research. Don't you think we need to be more serious?"
Amoun casually replied, "I don't think it has anything to do with whether you wear such a sign or not …"
"You just don't want me to put the sign on you." Mirmina immediately glanced at the giant white deer. "'Senior Consultant Amoun', doesn't it sound cool? Isn't it nice to wear it? Why do you have to say it's like a collar … "
"Enough, I don't want to talk about this with you." Amoun could not help but interrupt her before she could finish. At the same time, he glanced at the platform. The platform was not built by humans, nor was it something that existed in the Courtyard of Disobedience. It was something that Mirmina had created out of thin air using the authority of her magical domain. Under the combined effect of the platform and the magic circle on it, the shadowy dust was completely isolated. "It looks like this thing is working steadily. When do we start the next step?"
"Well, it looks like it's about time …" Mirmina became a little serious. She stared at the dust in the center of the magic circle — it took Amber a long time to create this pile of sand. After all, the two senior consultants were too big in size. She sensed the information transmitted by the runes that she had personally set up and said in a low voice, "Later, you and I will close our eyes, and you will block all our other senses as much as possible. But we will not leave the platform. One minute later, the shield will be lifted, and we will open our eyes together."
Amoun was still a little skeptical. "Will this process really work?"
"This is Ms. Enya's suggestion," Mirmina said casually. "She seems to have observed something from the dust, but the conditions on her side are not suitable, so she told me the process. The Fortress of Disobedience is a natural 'shielding zone', and the phenomenon we observe should be closer to the 'truth'. "
"Well, I believe in Ms. Enya's judgment." Amoun nodded. "Shall we begin now?"
Mirmina's eyes fell on the pile of sand in the center of the platform for the last time. Then she withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and nodded gently. "Let's begin."
In the Courtyard of Disobedience, which was shrouded in boundless darkness and chaos, the two gods closed their eyes at the same time beside the high platform where the shadowy sand was piled up. Just as they closed their eyes, the sand piled up in the center of the magic circle suddenly dimmed and showed signs of 'fading'.
The next moment, Amoun activated his power again and began to block his and Mirmina's external senses bit by bit.
As their senses were blocked, the sand piled up on the platform quickly dimmed and became transparent as if it had lost its color and texture, and even its existence. Bit by bit, it disappeared in the center of the magic circle.
And in the instant the sand and dust vanished, the runes that Milmina set up rapidly flickered with bright radiance!
But at this moment, Amoun and Mirmina were unaware of this. It was not until time passed quietly and the effect of the sensory shield was lifted that Mirmina's voice broke the silence. "Open your eyes."
Amoun opened his eyes. His crystal-like eyes saw the scene on the platform.
He saw that the runes on the platform were flashing rapidly. The complex magic circle that made people feel dizzy at first glance was flickering like a magic crystal lamp. The chaotic light and shadow jumped and flashed above the magic circle, and in the midst of the chaotic light and shadow, the original sand was nowhere to be seen. However, many grayish-white grains of sand were constantly appearing and disappearing. It was as if the grayish-white sand had been banished from this world and was now desperately trying to come back.
Amoun was stunned. "What … what is going on?"
"In the absence of external observation, the shadowy sand disappeared. After the observer returned, they tried to reappear. But the magic circle I set up will forcibly imprison the 'state' within a certain range after leaving my observation." Mirmina stared at the chaotic light and shadow with a solemn expression. She said slowly and in a low voice, "What you see is the 'contradiction' that has been imprisoned. According to the popular saying among the node scholars, it is a 'loophole.' It is a loophole that is created when the error derivative conflicts with the real world."
(A friendly recommendation for a book called "Conquering Otherworlds Handbook." It is a newcomer's new work, but the setting is more interesting.
In a sudden accident, a tour bus with 28 people on board transmigrated into a Xianxia world without any warning.
Time passed, and a hundred years in the otherworld passed quickly.
Just as the descendants of the Transmigrators were about to face another crisis, a door of light suddenly appeared and connected the two worlds together …
In short, this is the story of a group of rabbits promoting the four modernizations in the otherworld and feeding back to Earth.)
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