As soon as Mirmina's voice trailed off, Gwen fell into deep thought.
He was not only thinking about Mirmina's idea but also a problem that might arise in the future for all the gods of the past. These gods of the past had completely or partially removed the shackles of faith, but their mortal followers still remembered them. They could not be imprisoned in places like the Courtyard of Disobedience forever. They were also qualified to move about in the world, but how should they move about? To what extent could they participate in the mortal world? How should they control their contact with the mortals to prevent the shackles of faith from being re-established? These were all questions that had to be considered.
As for now, the war between the wasteland and the civilized world was reaching its climax. Amoun and Mirmina, as the native gods of the Lolun Continent, could play a huge role in this war. This was also something that Hao Ren had to consider.
"The birth of the gods comes from the imagination and belief of the mortals in a concept of nothingness. The essence of thought is based on the cognition of the mortals. On the other hand, as long as the most basic problem of 'cognition' is solved, the activities of the gods themselves in the mortal world are not a problem." As Gwen was thinking, Veronica suddenly broke the silence. "Of course, the premise is that the gods, like Amoun, Mirmina, or Enya, have solved the problem of mental pollution, or have a set of protective and sealing measures."
As he spoke, the former leader of the rebels looked up and met Milmina's gaze that looked down from above.
"As long as the people don't know or think that you are gods, as long as they don't rekindle their reverence and faith for you, the divine right will not return. On the other hand, as long as ignorance comes back, the people abandon rational thinking and pick up the superstition and blind reverence for the unknown, sooner or later you will be dragged back to the altar even if you have done nothing. So the key to the problem is not what you have done, but what the mortals think you have done and will do. It depends on whether reason can drive out ignorance."
Listening to Veronica's words, Gwen could not help but nod slightly. He looked at Mirmina and said, "The reason why we need the Theocratic Council, large-scale education projects, spiritual construction, and strict restrictions on your actions is that many people do not actively think rationally, and the cognition and thinking of most of the people of our era need to be guided. Many of the existing 'rules' of the Theocratic Council serve this purpose."
The difference between 'purpose' and 'means' was the consensus of Gwen and Veronica.
"I understand what you mean." Mirmina seemed to smile and said gently, "A 'mortal researcher' who sets up a frontline research institute on the edge of the wasteland will not be a problem. Amoun and I have passed the 'most dangerous stage.' Perhaps from now on, we should consider how to live in the mortal world in a more human-like way. I will create an avatar and go to the wasteland. There will be no problem."
As soon as Mirmina's voice trailed off, the sound of footsteps came from nearby. Amoun's interest was piqued. He came over and said, "Let's not talk about whether there will be a problem or not. You should find a way to adjust your avatar first. It has been compressed for a long time, but it is still more than three meters tall. It can't even pass through a door frame. How dare you call yourself a mortal?"
Listening to Amoun's rude comment, Mirmina's eyes suddenly widened. "At least I look more human than you! No matter what, I'm still walking upright! "
"A three-and-a-half-meter-tall 'human' and a huge white deer, I think the mortals would rather believe that the latter is a product of nature. At least I can say that I am a sacred beast of the forest born near the Ancestral Peak," Amoun said, shaking his head and showing his huge body, which was no longer that exaggerated after repeated control and compression. "You will have a hard time explaining it to people …"
Gwen was listening to the conversation between the two retired gods. He could not help but be stunned. "Do you have nothing better to do than to argue about these things all day long?"
"It's not like that every day," Milmina thought for a while and answered seriously. "It's mainly because Lady Enya hasn't been around much recently, Nareltyr is very busy, and Old Deer and I do have some differences in certain areas …"
Gawain rubbed his nose awkwardly and decided not to continue discussing this topic. Beside him, Amoen casually said, "If you ask me, you shouldn't use an avatar. It's not that easy to stuff your massive magic power into a body. Why don't you just create a projection? It has fewer functions, but at least it's easier to control. You can do whatever you want."
Amber blinked and listened for a long time. Finally, she could not help but ask, "I have been listening to you for a long time. What is the difference between a god's body, avatar, and projection? Especially the last two, I have always thought that avatars and projections are the same … "
"For the gods, avatars are the closest form to the main body. It is a direct extension of our power. Using a new term in the neural network, it is almost equivalent to a 'low-level copy' of the main body. Therefore, avatars have more power and are more affected by the main body, showing an image similar to the mythical form," Mirmina explained patiently. "Usually, we prefer to use avatars to do things. It is as convenient as using our own limbs …"
"Projections are another thing," Amoun said. "That thing is usually a pure 'creation' under our control, but it has no direct connection with the main body and will not be affected by the mythical form. The convenience is that we can make it look like anything we want. The inconvenience is that the projection can only carry a small amount of the main body's power, and there is also a big … obstacle in transmitting information. There were many ways to form a projection. It could be an individual created by our consciousness, or it could be a 'will' that we unconsciously released. If a powerful god had an uncontrollable dream, then that dream could form a projection in reality …
"These projections usually have little impact on the real world, and there is no problem of mental pollution. But as I said, their connection with the main body is very weak, and it is not convenient to control them. It is not easy to do things with them, especially the kind released in dreams.
"Of course, this is only theoretical. I have never done anything like this. I have always slept well during the years when I was a god …"
"Who asked you this? We are not interested in your baby-like sleep." Mirmina waved her hand, and then thought for a moment. "I still have to send an avatar over. Projections can't do that kind of delicate research work. But the mythical form inclination does need to be solved … Is there really no female human more than three and a half meters in this world? "
As soon as the Goddess of Magic's voice trailed off, several eyes suddenly focused on her. The next second, she waved her hand and said, "Well, you don't have to answer. I don't think so either …"
A moment later, Gwen and the rest returned to the lush garden covered by the golden oak tree with Amoun. The latter walked slowly to the tree, and as he slowly bent down in the grass, he looked back in the direction of the 'experiment field'. Mirmina's tall figure was still busy among the experiment tables. She had begun a series of tests on the captured mutant, and did not respond to Amoun's gaze. "Let her do her research there. She likes to do research."
"Her conjecture about the truth behind the wasteland … is of great significance," Gwen said in a deep voice. "For hundreds of years, we know little about the various strange phenomena in the polluted land. The only information we have comes from the clues witnessed by the expedition army during the breakout. Since the Wall of Grandeur was closed, the research on the wasteland has essentially stopped … No one thought that the breakthrough point would appear today."
"The unified wave conjecture …" Veronica's eyelids drooped, and she whispered as if talking to herself. "This is a field we have never touched, but if the truth is true, then our efforts over the years have not been in vain …"
Gwen quietly looked at the 'Saintess Princess.' After a moment of silence, he asked, "What is the situation in the depths of the wasteland now? Can you confirm the actions of the dark priests? "
"They are hiding out of my sight. The Gondor wasteland is vast, and my Ironmen can only move around the Deep Blue Well. The dark priests actually control most of the land in the wasteland," Veronica said, shaking her head. "But I can confirm some indirect information. In the past few days, a large number of mutants and mutated creatures, which were only wandering around the wasteland, have gathered in the north. The sensors I have set deep underground have detected several high-energy reactions in the northeast of Gondor. I suspect that their real nest is in that direction … Now I have increased the number and power of the sensors, and I hope to complete the positioning as soon as possible. "
Gwen's expression became serious, and he frowned slightly. "They did not clash with your Ironmen, nor attack the Deep Blue Well?"
"Yes, the mutants have bypassed the Deep Blue Well. They don't seem to want to attack the civilized world and fight the Ironmen at the same time. This is probably to avoid unnecessary consumption." Veronica nodded gently. "They have obviously figured out the limitations of the Ironmen in the past few hundred years and know that I am not an active threat, but …"
Gwen raised his eyebrows. "But?"
"But I suspect that this' balance 'will not last forever," Veronica said with a flat expression. "No one will allow a foreign enemy to stick in their base all the time. The same goes for the dark priests. My army and I have always been a hidden danger to them, and I have always felt that their plans for the Deep Blue Network are still ongoing, the Deep Blue Well ….. they will not let go of the biggest Network Node forever. They have not done anything to the Deep Blue Well, which means that it is not necessary for the time being, or they think that they do not have enough strength now, and the cost is too high. "
"To be honest," Hu Po could not help but interject, "If they really concentrate their forces to attack you now, can that lump of steel army of yours win?"
"It's the Ironmen, Miss Amber," Veronica immediately corrected her seriously, and then slowly shook her head. "If they had sent troops to attack us one or two years ago, I am confident that I can defeat all the enemies. But now their root network has been activated, and the technology to control the mutants has matured. All the monsters in the wasteland are under the influence of the dark priests. It is hard to say."
"That means you can't beat them." Amber waved her hand. "Then you are in danger. If they suddenly decide to pull you out first, you will be dead."
"Not to that extent. Relying on the defense nodes near the Deep Blue Well, I can hold on for at least …" Veronica immediately wanted to refute, but then she sighed and showed a helpless look. "Forget it, I am not going to argue with you."
Gwen looked at the scene, dumbfounded. It was not easy to see Veronica, who was always calm in any situation, show such a helpless look. Amber had a talent for irritating people. But soon he shook his head. "At least for now, those cultists will not attack the Deep Blue Well."
Amber looked at Gwen in surprise. "How can you be so sure? They have the advantage now. What if they really destroy the Ironmen? "
Gawain spread out his hands. "If they really concentrate their forces to attack the center of the wasteland, we can just join forces with Typhon and launch a general attack from the north to the south. Won't they be wiped out?"
"… That's true."
Gwen ignored Amber and fell into deep thought. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "The Deep Blue Well is safe for the time being. The north and east lines are fine for the time being. Many areas in the west have fallen, but the situation has begun to improve. Now the biggest problem is the southern battlefield. The most worrying thing is not whether the Silver Empire can hold on, but how much the Kingdom of Kaolin will lose in this bloody battle."
Amber blinked. "Weren't you very confident in the 'Millennial Legion' of the Silver Elves during the meeting?"
"I am very confident in the Millennial Legion, but after all, they have lost the Stellar Temple. Without their only advantage of air suppression, the Millennial Legion's performance on the battlefield will be greatly reduced." Gwen shook his head. "The Silver Empire and the Kingdom of Kaolin may finally be able to defeat the enemy, but this battle will not be easy. Now the north and south of the continent are divided into two battlefields, and the military strength of each country is not sufficient. They are doomed to be difficult to get help from other regions."
Amoun could not help but hang his head. "If it doesn't work, I'll help them again. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
"No, you can't go to the south anymore." Gwen immediately interrupted him. "It's not that I don't believe in your 'discretion', but the situation between you and Mirmina is different. Mirmina has almost no devout believers, but you … As Bersetia said, the Silver Elves have a long life, and with that long life comes a special way of thinking. Their thoughts are far more 'tenacious' and 'stubborn' than the thoughts of other mortal races. Even if you don't directly appear in front of the elves, their subconscious memory and impression of you will gradually cause you to be gradually influenced in this world."
Amoun was silent for a moment and sighed. "Then … Okay."
"You can continue to take on the role of a 'messenger.' Occasionally, you can use the connection of the Looming Shadow Realm to send us information from the north and south of the mainland." Gawain thought for a moment before adding, "In a situation where communication is difficult, your role in this aspect is already comparable to that of a thousand soldiers and horses."
When he said this, his expression was very serious.
Because this was the truth. In the situation where the sentinel data link collapsed and the entire continent was divided into two battlefields, the Alliance really needed a 'messenger' who could travel between the north and south and was not afraid of being intercepted by enemy firepower.
This was the necessity of the deer tracking device (no doubt).
Listening to Gwen's words, Amoun seemed to be in a better mood. He raised his head slightly, and the two pinkish-white flowers wrapped around his antlers swayed gently in the faint light.
"I understand."
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