The captured "loophole."
Amoun was not an expert in the field of magic, and his authority did not include the explanation of these occult phenomena. However, this did not mean that he lacked the ability to learn and understand. After coming into contact with the neural network and spending time with Mirmina, he had learned a lot of cutting-edge knowledge. So at this time, he understood the meaning of the Goddess of Magic's words with a little understanding.
"You're saying that … these sands can't exist stably in the real world? Some of their 'essence' conflicts with the laws of the real world? " He stared at the illusions of the sands that were bound in the magic circle and flashed crazily like intermittent signals. He asked the Goddess of Magic beside him with hesitation and a slight tone of voice.
"Not only that," Mirmina nodded gently and said solemnly, "These sands disappear at the same time as the observers disappear, which means that there is a hard connection between them and 'cognition.' When the observers return, they will reappear, which means that there is a higher level of 'cognition' that is' anchoring 'the sands. When the observers disappear with the sands, it is this higher level of' cognition 'that ensures that the sands still exist in some unobservable dimension and that they can return …"
"… This is almost to the blind spot of my knowledge," Amoun shook his head slightly, his eyes were full of confusion. "But there is one thing I understand. Without your experimental process, most people would never have thought that the sands would behave like this …"
"Only when all observers can't perceive the sands will the sands disappear, and when the observers return, they will immediately return to normal … In the normal experimental process, it is indeed difficult for technicians to detect that these phenomena have happened," Mirmina said softly, but then shook her head slightly. "But this is not absolute. Mortals are very smart. As long as they have a train of thought, sooner or later they will design experiments to verify the special nature of the shadowy sands. This is just an observer test."
"The difficult part is this' train of thought, '" Amoun sighed. "If it weren't for Ms. Enya's reminder, who would think of doing an observer test on the sands? But I'm also a little curious, how did Ms. Enya see through it … "
"She used to be a 'god' of Dragons. She knows the authority of all gods, including those involved in dreams and illusions," Mirmina said casually. "With such a vast knowledge, it is not difficult for her to detect abnormalities in the shadowy sands."
Amoun was deep in thought. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked, "These are the sands made by Amber. What about the samples sent from Tarlonde? Do the 'real' shadowy sands have this kind of contradictory nature? "
Mirmina slowly shook her head. "Ms. Enya has checked. The sands don't have this kind of 'contradictory nature' … Of course, if we are not sure, we can also take the samples to test, but there are not so many of them. Every grain of sand is extraordinarily precious. I have to redesign the magic circle here."
"You are the expert in this field. You can decide." Amoun nodded. Then, he could not help but look curiously at the imprisoned sands. "But then again … What do you think is the reason for the sands to show such a strange state?"
"… I'm not sure," Mirmina pondered. Her voice was slow and hesitant. "In my memory and cognition, there seems to be only one situation that is barely consistent with this phenomenon …"
"One situation?" Amoun turned his head and looked at Mirmina's eyes hidden in the illusory fog. "What's the situation?"
"Dream spawn … This should be the domain of Naretil and Duwalter, but I suspect that they have never seen such a phenomenon that occurs directly in the real world, or even stays in the real world and deceives observers."
…
Gwen still remembered the splendor he saw when he first saw Tarlonde. He remembered the massive energy barrier that shrouded the entire continent, the lush ecological dome, the cities and factories that were full of neon lights, the intersecting air traffic above the city, the intercity railway that shuttled between buildings, the towering headquarters of the giant corporate consortium, and the continuous palaces on the mountain peak bathed in light.
It was a glorious scene that could not be described by the imagination of the bards and playwrights of the Roren Continent. It was the result of countless years of civilization that spanned several eras. It was a scene that even Gwen, a 'satellite spirit', was amazed by.
The blue dragon and the white dragon swept across the sky, flying over the extinguished shield wall, leaving the shattered coastline in the depths of the darkness behind, and the devastated land.
The molten and twisted ruins of cities and factories stood on the land, as well as collapsed palaces and sacred halls. The magnificent scenery in Gwen's memory had now turned into these unrecognizable sights. They lay quietly in the cold wind of the North Pole, bathed in the polar night stars, silent.
Amber had been quiet since the beginning. She walked to the edge of Melita's back and carefully held the protrusion of the giant Dragon's back. She looked at the ruins under the starlight and night, as if trying to compare those things with some scenes in her memory. But in the end, she did not succeed. She only sighed with emotion. "Sigh, it's all gone … such a magnificent place."
"Yes, it's all gone. It's time to start again," Melita's voice came from the front, with a smile and relief in her tone. "At least now, the fate of survival on this land is finally back in our own hands. Whether we live or die, whether we rise or fall, it's our own business."
The Young Dragon lying on Melita's back also quieted down. The little one had never seen such a scene, and did not know where her mother had brought her. She still needed some time to understand the connection between this barren land and herself. At this moment, she was just a little surprised and nervous.
She lay behind Melita's shoulder blade, her little claws clutching her mother's scales as she stretched her neck to look into the distance.
In the direction she was looking at, there was a mountain range that rose and fell in the darkness. The mountain was full of depressions and even penetrating rifts left behind by the giant plasma jet, while some shattered palace wreckage was scattered on the crystal-like hillside.
Melita seemed to feel the movement of the little one behind her. She looked back, her slender neck bent over and said with a smile, "See those palaces in the distance? Mommy used to live there, but now it's not habitable anymore. Our new home is somewhere else. "
"Are we going straight to Agundor? Or to Binhai Prefecture first? " Amber asked curiously. "I heard that you and Noretta are now living in Binhai Prefecture …"
"We're going to Agundor. That's what we said before," Melita immediately said. "Agundor also has a place for Noretta and me to live. Now we lack everything, but we don't lack a place to live."
Gondor … Gawain still remembered the city. It was the place where he stayed when he came to Tarlund the last time. It was here that he came into contact with the hidden advanced civilization of the planet. It was also here that he saw the decay and madness under the glorious appearance of the Kingdom of the Dragons. But now, all of that past had been blown away by the wind like dust in the wind. A new city stood on the ruins of the past. It was obviously incomparable to the magnificent palace of the past. However, when he saw the busy construction sites around the clock, the dragons who were immersed in all kinds of work, and the markets that appeared in the shabby streets, and the fledgling dragons who were practicing flying in the sky above the city, he knew that it was only a matter of time before this land was reborn.
He felt a familiar atmosphere here. He had seen a similar atmosphere at the foot of the Gloom Mountains, and even back seven hundred years ago, in Gwen Cecil's memory, he had seen a similar scene in the pioneering land of the Ansu Kingdom.
A race that could still persist in rebuilding and pioneering in such a wasteland, and hold on to the pride of a civilized group instead of falling into the barbaric creatures that preyed on the law of the jungle and wandered for plunder would definitely rise again.
Now the Giant Dragon worshipped pragmatism and efficiency, and Gwen did not like unnecessary formalities. So the welcome ceremony prepared by Agundor was solemn but simple. After a simple reception, Melita and Noretta left to settle their cubs and hand over some work, while Gwen and Amber stayed in Agundor's new council hall.
Gwen once again saw the "High Dragon Priest" who once stood beside the Dragon God.
He had changed out of his gorgeous golden robe and crown that symbolized divine authority. When he saw Gwen, he only wore a simple but durable grayish-white robe. He looked tired that even the Giant Dragon could not hide, but the light in the depths of his eyes was full of vigor. A completely different aura that belonged to a "living person" emanated from him, and he had a sincere smile on his face.
In the plainly decorated hall, Gwen and the leader of the Dragons sat together. Amber stood behind him, and a girl with short black hair stood behind Helagol.
"You are the Giant Dragon's eternal friend," Helagol spoke first. "I never thought that our second meeting would be under such circumstances."
"Yeah, I remember the last time we met was not long ago," Gwen said with a sigh as he looked at the humanoid Giant Dragon in front of him. "It feels like decades have passed."
"Tarlonde has changed a lot," Helagol said with a slight nod. "I don't have to elaborate on the situation here, you should already know. I heard that Melita flew here from the East Coast. You should have seen the wasteland along the way and what the safe zone in the wasteland looks like. What do you think? "
"… Providing assistance to Tarlonde was one of the wisest decisions I have ever made," Gwen said frankly after a moment of thought. "I was once worried whether the Giant Dragon race could really survive in this wasteland after such a huge change, and whether the huge manpower and material resources of the Alliance could really be put to good use in this post-war wasteland. But now all my worries are gone. The Giant Dragon is not only my personal friend, but also a trustworthy member of the Alliance."
His words came from the bottom of his heart, and there was no intention of flattery. Even the proud Giant Dragon would feel comfortable in the face of such sincere praise. A smile appeared on Helagol's face. The ancient Giant Dragon nodded gently. "Now we are still facing a lot of difficulties, but at least we have successfully maintained society above the red line of 'survival.' As long as the race can gain a foothold in the safe zone, we can slowly remove the pollution and monsters in the danger zone, and even rebuild many production activities. In this process, the assistance you have prepared for us has played an unimaginable role. Without the food, medicine, and industrial raw materials, nearly one-third of our compatriots would not have survived the cold winter after the disappearance of the Great Shield. "
"It's a good thing for the entire Alliance that Tarlonde can stabilize." Gwen nodded. He then changed the topic and ended the mutual flattery. While the mutual flattery was pleasing, he was here for business. "Let's talk about the Tide-Defying Tower and the great adventurer first. I'm here for that."
"Mr. Modir is currently staying in the adventurer's town. I have sent someone to arrange it. You will see him later." Helagol nodded immediately. "Ms. Victoria has been with him these days. Perhaps some kind of 'power of blood' is really at work. The great adventurer's condition has been quite stable recently, and there have been no more cases of 'crossing the boundary in dreams.' But I still dare not let him leave Agundor's vicinity, in case of accidents.
"As for the Tide-Defying Tower … the monitoring team we sent to the West Coast just sent a report today. The tower is still normal. At least from the outside, it just stands in the sea, harmless to humans and animals. No intelligent creatures have approached, and nothing has come out of the tower.
"But my concern about the tower is still increasing. I know I shouldn't use ambiguous words like 'intuition' as evidence, but I still have to say that my intuition … is warning me."
"Intuition …" Gwen said in a deep voice. His expression was particularly serious. "You used to be a demigod. Your 'intuition' is not something to be trifled with. Speaking of which, you haven't sent anyone to check the tower, have you? "
"No." Helagol shook his head. "I have recently increased the monitoring of the Tide-Defying Tower. The number of monitoring posts on the West Coast has increased from one to three. The closest monitoring distance has been pushed to six nautical miles near the tower. But so far, we have not sent anyone to set foot on the Steel Island. After all, this involves the Tide-Defying Tower. Although the Dragons have now broken free from the chain of the 'Irreversible God', our own strength has been greatly reduced. With the strength of the West Coast deployment alone, there is no way we can confront the tower head-on. "
"Why six nautical miles?" Amber, who was standing behind Gwen, suddenly asked curiously.
"That's …" Heragol suddenly hesitated. "That's the limit that 'He' told me personally. Once we cross the six-nautical-mile dividing line, the pollution seeping out of the tower will have a chance to affect our minds."
"Enya's test … Then it should be credible. She is very reliable in this regard." Gwen nodded slightly. Just as he was about to ask something, a knock on the door suddenly came from the side. A servant of the Dragons walked into the living room after getting permission.
"Leader, Mr. Modil and Ms. Victoria have arrived."
(End of Chapter)
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