Ah Mo 'en looked in surprise at Milmina, who had stood up from the high stone "throne", and a trace of confusion flashed in her crystal-like eyes: "Why did you take back your avatar in advance? What's wrong with the exploration over there? "
"No … The exploration is still going on. I came back early." Mirmina stood in the Courtyard of Disobedience like a lighthouse. Countless magic runes appeared and overlapped in her cloud-like skirt. But unlike before, these runes were all in a state of "double shadows". Layers of illusions spread out from their hazy edges. The "Master of Magic" glanced sideways at the holy giant deer beside her and gently rubbed her forehead. "There's a problem. I need to adjust myself …"
"Problem?! Are you okay? " Amoun was a little nervous. "What's affecting you in the Divine Kingdom of God of War?"
"It has nothing to do with the Divine Kingdom of God of War." Mirmina walked down from the high platform. The rune bundles around her, which were used to suppress and isolate mental pollution, disintegrated silently in the air and turned into specks of light dust. "… We completed an experiment. During the experiment, we confirmed the wave nature of magic power."
"… Oh, the wave nature of magic power …" Amoun hesitated for half a second and nodded slightly. "Then you are …"
Mirmina looked at Amoun silently. After hesitating for a few seconds, she said helplessly, "With your intelligence, it's hard for me to explain it to you clearly …"
Amoun was speechless.
How could you say such vulgar words? He wanted to scold Mirmina loudly, but he suspected that Mirmina had a point. If the "Master of Mystery" really threw a ton of theoretical jargon at him, he, as a God of Nature, would not be able to withstand it and would end up embarrassing himself in the end.
After confirming that Mirmina did not intend to explain the matter in detail, Amoun was not worried. He just shook his head to make sure that the "uninvited guest" in front of him was fine except for looking a little tired. He was relieved. As he walked to the place where he usually lay down and surfed the Internet, he said, "Since you're done here early, I'll go back to rest too. I'll leave the equipment here for now. The technicians said that we don't need to care about it … In the future, if we want to send an avatar 'out' for a breather, the equipment here can come in handy again. "
Mirmina stood in front of the high platform without saying anything. She did not explain the magic power observation experiment to Amoun in detail, but when he was about to turn and leave, she could not help but ask, "Amoun, have you ever been curious about everything in the world, curious about the hidden … explanation under the surface of this world?"
"You mean curiosity?" Amoun stopped and turned his head to Mirmina. "Of course I'm curious. Any intellectual individual is curious. Although the things I'm curious about may be different from yours — you're curious about the mystery of magic power and the order of the elements, I'm concerned about the changes of life and the laws of evolution … But in essence, we're all curious about the 'explanation' behind everything in the world … Even the most inflexible God of War, I believe He has something He was curious about."
At that, the god of nature paused and looked into Mirmina's eyes. "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"I'm just thinking about how the world we live in exists and operates … How do the seemingly unrelated things exist in harmony in this dimension, the boundary between magic power and matter seems clear but is actually blurred, and the power of the mind can interfere with the state of the material world … Behind these phenomena that everyone takes for granted, is there a unified and self-consistent explanation?" Mirmina said softly, her voice had a slight tremor, and that tremor seemed to be some kind of 'awe'. "Amoun, is it inevitable or accidental that our world is in such a state today? Or is it just a very brief moment in a greater evolutionary system? "
Amoun maintained his posture. "… Huh?"
Mirmina did not seem to notice her old friend's reaction. She seemed to have fallen into some kind of uncontrollable brain vortex, allowing her thoughts to wander. "Perhaps we are like a small insect living in a vast pond, floating on the surface of the water without knowing anything. Our lifespan is short, and a gust of wind blows, creating layers of ripples on the surface of the pond, so we feel that we have glimpsed the truth of the universe and think that the universe is a layer of water covered with waves. But the wind will soon stop, and the ripples will gradually calm down, and our limited lifespan and cognition will never be able to realize this …"
Amoun stopped completely. He turned around and looked at Mirmina for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that with his low IQ, he really did not seem to understand what she was talking about …
But soon, the 'God of Nature' shook his head gently. He did not understand the deep meaning of the 'scene' described by Mirmina, but he seemed to have guessed why she was so emotional. He lowered his head slightly and said in a very serious tone, "You have glimpsed some truth in that 'experiment', but this truth does not conform to your 'common sense', so you are suspecting that there is something wrong with your perception of the world, or that there is something wrong with the world?"
Milmina's expression froze for a moment as if she did not expect Ah Moen to directly point out her state. Then, she laughed self-deprecatingly. "… This really doesn't seem like a 'god' would have such thoughts, right?"
"But this is what mortals often feel. Every time they move forward on the path of exploration, every time they come into contact with new things, every time their civilization takes a step further … The weak mortals are used to the vastness of the world and the 'surprise' after every step they take. On the contrary, we so-called 'gods' will be as helpless as you are when faced with new truths. But … Mirmina, your current state is actually a good thing."
"A good thing?"
"You have come into contact with things beyond your knowledge, and it sounds like that thing is very subversive to your understanding. Now you are back, full of curiosity and doubt, and you can still tell me so many things. Think of the God of War who went crazy in the face of the 'trade war', think of the Dragons and the gods who lost control … You are now rational, haven't you noticed this?"
Mirmina opened her eyes slightly as if she had just woken up from a dream. After a while, a smile slowly appeared on her face.
She looked at Amoun and recalled the 'scene' and the conjecture she had seen in that wonderful state not long ago. She imagined and outlined a higher dimensional perspective. In that perspective, she seemed to be able to see another 'appearance' of this old friend in front of her, this' Amoun ', composed of countless quantitative and variables, affected by countless ripples while at the same time, constantly trembling … Floating in the omnipresent background radiation of the universe.
…
Firna looked up at the thick, dirty clouds in the sky that blocked the sun. She watched as the thin and weak sun struggled to penetrate the bottom of the clouds and formed a dusky curtain in the sky. As the clouds floated in the high sky, she suddenly broke the silence. "The wind in the high sky has changed again …"
"Yes, 'again'. The atmospheric system wrapped in magical energy is always undergoing unpredictable changes." Rayna's voice came from the side, with a sense of calmness. "But no matter how it changes, this wasteland is still the same."
"Just like this sad world … The wind is always changing, and everything is replaced, but forever trapped in these short cycles, unable to escape. Gravity is the 'great wall' of this planet, and outside the wall is the starry sky that mortals are not qualified to touch …"
The elven sisters, who looked almost identical, were sighing with emotion on a boulder like opera singers. Meanwhile, in the open land behind them, a huge spatial rift that resembled a mirror vortex was gradually stabilizing.
The rift was filled with a dazzling blue radiance. Streams of light rapidly flowed through the vast space in the depths of the rift. Some of the energy spilled out and stirred the nearby air, creating a whistling sound around the rift.
Two aberrant giants covered in flowing flesh and blood were walking with heavy footsteps toward the dangerous rift. They carried a huge and intricate runestone, and on the surface of the runestone, the dim magical light had gradually awakened.
The runestone was thrown into the rift, and just as it passed through the 'door', it quickly flew toward one of the streams of blue light under some kind of automatic guidance mechanism. The intricate device quietly sank into the turbulent magical torrent, and then a treant priest who was in charge of controlling the aberrant giants came down from a nearby hill. With a relieved tone, he said, "Well, now we have another node … Elders, we are one step closer to success."
Firna nodded slightly and smiled sweetly at the treant priest who was walking toward her. "Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Rayna did not say anything. She just raised her right hand slightly, and streaks of light blue phantom light formed above her palm. In the clear magical projection, there was a crisscrossing network that looked like blood vessels emerging, and at the same time, some of the streams of light were in a brighter state, as if deliberately marked.
These streams of light obviously extended farther than the other streams of light, and produced more branches. The ends of these branches were crisscrossing, and vaguely, they seemed to gather into a ball shape.
"Yes, we are a little closer to success," Rayna said softly with a smile. "This meaningless cycle that has lasted for generations … is finally going to have some meaning."
…
As the train pulled into the station, the loud whistle of the train echoed throughout the stronghold and spread far and wide across the open plain. The great architect, Bruce Rock, climbed up a tower near the southern wall. The outstanding craftsman with dwarven blood looked up and nodded slightly after a while. "We have a firm foothold here. Not bad."
On both sides of the tower, there was a solid wall made of reinforced concrete extending to the east and west. The outer layer of the high wall was covered with strengthened steel armor. The shield generator embedded in the wall propped up a translucent energy barrier, further blocking the dangerous wandering creatures on the plain. At the top of the high wall, there were fixed fortress cannons and mobile tracks built along the wall. Mobile turrets that could be moved at any time were on standby on those tracks.
Inside the high wall, there were neat barracks, warehouses, and the 'frontline command' in the center.
A straight charging track extended from the Dark Forest in the north. Relay posts were arranged neatly on both sides of the track, and a translucent shield barrier covered the top of the track. It was like an artery made of metal, connecting the rear and the outpost, closely connecting the base at the foot of the magnificent wall with the imperial mainland on the other side of the Gloom Mountain Range.
The heavy and solemn armored train, 'Iron Throne: Winter General', had completed its' test run 'and was now steadily parked next to the armed platform on the east side of the base. The brand-new war machine was spewing out heat dissipation steam, and the power runes on the body of the train were gradually dimming. The four large magic crystal railguns and four large rainbow light generators at the front and back of the train were being inspected by the technical sergeants. It looked majestic.
Bruce Rock stared at the magnificent armored train for a long time, his eyes filled with admiration and appreciation. Although he was not a 'war technician' who could build an armored train, he believed that no sane craftsman could resist the powerful charm of such a 'destructive work of art'.
He craved the body of the war machine, every repulsive mechanism, every main cannon, and every cold and hard armor plate. He was very honest about it.
But in the end, the great architect forced himself to retract his gaze and look in the direction of the Magnificent Wall.
Looking from here, the energy barrier built by the Silver Empire and humans 700 years ago was no longer a distant scenery.
It stood less than a kilometer to the south of the frontline base. Considering its size, it was almost as if it was right in front of Bruce's eyes. The shockingly thick energy barrier was like a curtain of water that never stopped flowing slowly in front of the great architect. On the other side of the curtain was the desolate and decaying wasteland.
The towering sentry tower stood at the southeast of the base. At this moment, the angle of the sun was just right, and the tower's shadow extended over the base. As long as anyone in the base raised their heads, they would be able to see the majestic ancient tower standing in their field of vision. The gigantic 'stone tablet' floating in mid-air was glistening under the sunlight.
As Bruce Rock looked in the direction of the Gondor wasteland and planned the next step of building a propulsion base inside the high wall, another great architect stationed here, Gordon, came to the armed platform to welcome the Empire's First Legion that had arrived along with the armored train.
On the platform, Gordon saw the commanders of the legion. The blonde Marshal Philip had a much more mature temperament than before, and the bronze-skinned young man beside him was his adjutant, Payne. There was another young man with short silver hair who looked humble and polite standing behind Philip and Payne.
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