The Loren nations, which were in a state of total war, did not have much energy to devote to space. There were too many unpredictable risks behind interstellar communication, which required a long process of proof. Not to mention, it was likely to involve an impact on the belief system of all mortals and a huge test of the stability of the gods. Theoretically speaking, the act of simply restoring interstellar signals was far less stimulating to the gods than manned space flight, but who could guarantee the degree of stimulation?
After all, the work of the Theocracy Council had not stopped over the years. The countries of the Alliance had been using various methods to loosen and cut off the Mind Steel Seal that shrouded the heads of mortals. This process of cutting was essentially dancing on the tip of a knife. By constantly stripping the connection between the gods and mortals at a dangerous critical point, they would gradually cut off the chain between humans and gods. Without causing the gods to go crazy, they would constantly jump left and right at the "border of disobedience". When this process was over, both humans and gods would regain their freedom. But before this process was over, the gods were actually always at a "critical point of pressure." If they responded to interstellar communications at this time … there was no guarantee that an upright and brainless god would go crazy after shouting.
So this matter had to be considered at length. At least, they had to wait until the dust of the war had settled, until the Alliance countries had more energy to control public opinion and could organize a large-scale team of experts. And before that, what Cecil could do the most was the preparatory work mentioned by Gwen: write a modern version of the 'Alien Dictionary' and translate the signals that had been received so far.
When the arrangements were completed, Gwen suddenly looked up at a holographic projection across the round table. The figure of the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, Victoria, was floating above the magic network terminal. "Victoria, are the monitoring stations in the Northern Territory operating normally? Have you received any signals over there? "
"All the monitoring stations in the Northern Territory are operating as usual. Since the beginning of winter last year, we have received sixteen signals. Although the content is somewhat repetitive, there are occasional differences." Victoria immediately nodded in response. "We are now gradually mastering the characteristics of these signals and can achieve a more timely and sensitive capture. Some of the signals that were previously mixed in the atmospheric interference and could not be identified can now be effectively recorded. As long as the 'dictionary' is completed, the deciphering work can begin immediately."
"Hmm … very good." Gwen nodded gently and then brought up another matter. "How is the old Grand Duke?"
He was referring to Modiel Werde, the ancient legendary adventurer who had a wonderful experience and was now in a mysterious' critical state of life and death ', being chased by the divine power of the Mistress of the Night, the ancestor of Victoria Werde. Affected by the divine power of the Mistress of the Night and possibly contaminated by the reverse tide, Modiel Werde was now in a very unstable state. Half of his' existence 'had been replaced by the shadow dust of the Mistress of the Night, and he was in a state of constant collapse and loss. He relied on the dark night authority stolen by Amber to barely maintain the stability of the material world. Now he was living in Winter Fort Academy, under the care of his' descendant ', Victoria.
At present, of the three Grand Governors of the Empire, Grand Duke Bodwin Werde was personally leading the army, Heti's energy was on the daily government affairs, and Victoria's main duty was to ensure the industrial supply of the Empire to the frontline and the transportation of soldiers. Other than that, the Duchess of the North spent most of her energy on her ancestor. Modiel Werde's special experience and the mysterious connection between him and the Mistress of the Night had always been something that Gwen was very concerned about.
"The ancestor's condition is good. After getting good rest and appropriate mental spells to soothe him, his mental state has stabilized a lot. And recently, there has been no sudden falling into the dark night dream." Victoria nodded. "But he still can feel a distant 'calling' from time to time. Even in a normal dream … he often 'hears' the voice of the Mistress of the Night or 'Werde'. I think, unless we can solve the source of the divine power that is chasing him and find the other half of his existence, I am afraid this situation will continue forever. "
Gwen looked up at Amber and said in a deep voice, "… At present, we still can't locate the divine kingdom of the Mistress of the Night. It is not in the patrol route of the sentries. But Amber has been studying the shadow dust, trying to find a way to establish a connection with the Mistress of the Night. There is no good way to do this. Let's wait a little longer. There will be good news. "
Victoria's expression did not change. She bowed her head slightly and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Gwen took a deep breath and looked up at the figures in the conference room. He coughed softly and said, "Then next …"
Before he could finish, he heard a sudden clang from the side. The platinum scepter in Veronica's hand suddenly knocked on the conference table. The sudden noise startled the people next to him. Gwen subconsciously wanted to ask about the situation, but he saw that Veronica's expression suddenly became abnormally stiff. The usual gentle smile and eyes had disappeared. The scene was so strange that Gwen felt that Veronica's soul had been pulled out of this body. But the next second, he heard Veronica's machine-like calm and cold voice coming from her mouth.
"… The first defense circle has been damaged. Direct attack confirmed … Self-repair function activated. The barrier is in combat mode. The command module is online … The core barrier is raised. Energy is transferred to the combat unit … Computing resources are allocated. All weapon restrictions are lifted …"
After the calm and cold voice ended, Veronica blinked as if she had suddenly awakened. Her body trembled slightly, and the sacred light that had faded away from her body slowly floated again. Gwen felt that Veronica's' human 'side had returned, so he immediately asked, "What's the situation?"
Although he asked, he had a vague guess in his mind. And Veronica's next answer confirmed his bad conjecture. "A minute ago, the outer defense zone of the Deep Blue Well was attacked. My guards are fighting with the enemy."
"The Deep Blue Well … in the center of the wasteland?" Amber, who was sitting on the right side of Gwen, suddenly widened her eyes. "Wait a minute, the dark priests have begun to attack the Deep Blue Well?! Didn't they say that they would not easily bite the hardest bone? Why did they go crazy when they roared?! There is an intact defense circle of the imperial capital and a fully organized army of ironmen over there! "
Gwen was also shocked. But compared to the reason behind the sudden action of the dark priests, he was more concerned about the situation on Veronica/Ophilia's side. "How's the battle going? How's the damage? "
"The central fortress is built on the foundation of the doomsday shelter in the old imperial capital. It has a very strong defensive capability and has seven layers of defense from the outside to the inside. So far, only the outermost layer of defense has been moderately damaged by the heavy bombardment. The repair system has been activated, and the damage is within an acceptable range." Veronica's tone was calm, but her expression was a little serious. "But the enemy's attack is very fierce. So far, I have detected energy reactions in all directions within the range of my perception. And … the frontline reconnaissance units have seen new individuals among the enemy, and a large scale … structure."
As she spoke, Veronica clenched the platinum scepter in her hand, and her tone became very serious. "Limited by the range of my activities, I can't perceive the boundary of the enemy's position, and I can't determine how many troops are gathering in the distance. Based on the current calculation, if the enemy continues to attack at this intensity, the Deep Blue Well may be breached within a month."
The Deep Blue Well may be breached!
This sentence slammed into the conference room, causing everyone's expression to tighten. Only Gawain, after the initial shock, had completely calmed down. He only said softly, as if deep in thought, "Sure enough, it's come to this …"
The attack on the Deep Blue Well was a sudden incident, but Gwen was not surprised. From the beginning, he knew that the Wasteland Legion had the possibility of turning around and attacking the Deep Blue Well if they could not achieve their current goal. After all, the ultimate goal of the dark clerics was to drop the runestones and 'tame' the planet. If they could not break through the defense of the civilized world, then they could only target the largest Deep Blue Fissure in the center of the wasteland. In other words, as long as the Alliance continued to accumulate advantages on other fronts, the counterattack on the wasteland, and the construction of the barricade wall continued, then it was only a matter of time before the Wasteland Legion attacked the Deep Blue Well in desperation.
"Don't forget the calculations of the staff; the dark clerics will attack the Deep Blue Well sooner or later." Gwen's voice rang in the conference room, and his calm voice calmed everyone's nerves. "Their attack on the civilized world has been thwarted, and now all the Wasteland Legion have been pushed back into the depths of the wasteland. The Alliance's purification device is still spreading rapidly into the hinterland of the wasteland. The dark clerics have no other choice, and they chose to attack the Deep Blue Well at this time. In my opinion, it may be a good sign."
"A good sign?" Amber's eyes widened. "Veronica is being beaten up!"
"I'm not, the battle is still …" Veronica opened her mouth, but she swallowed her words halfway. She really could not bring herself to argue with the shame of the Alliance on such a stupid occasion. "You're right."
Amber, a nocturnal creature, had a bad mouth, and was the natural enemy of the ancient machine spirits. Any creature that cared about their reputation would not be able to use their full strength in front of her, and the more they cared about their reputation, the more obvious the effect would be.
Gwen was not surprised by this. He glanced at Amber and said casually, "Veronica's base has a very strong defense, and there is a complete Ironman Legion. You can imagine the difficulty of attacking there. In our previous calculations, we have determined that unless it is the last resort, the dark clerics will not take the initiative to bite this hard bone. Even if they can still fight the Alliance's army, they will not trouble the Ironmen Legion. But now that they have chosen to attack the Deep Blue Well, this means that they are at the end of their rope. They have fallen into despair faster than we thought, and this is a good thing."
As he spoke, he slowly got to his feet, his hands on the edge of the conference table, and his voice was low and powerful.
"Attacking the Deep Blue Well will be the last and worst choice the Wasteland Legion can make. After that, the dark clerics have used up all their trump cards. Now that the Alliance's walls in all four directions have pushed into the heart of the old Kingdom of Gondor, the Wasteland Legion will not have much depth to fight with us. And if they want to attack the Deep Blue Well, they will have to invest a lot of energy and troops. This means that they are destined to be weaker than before, and the Alliance's advance will be smoother than before.
"Immediately send the message to the leaders of the Alliance. The final battle is near. Tell our allies to use all their trump cards, and use all their strength to build the walls. Use the absolute advantage in numbers to crush the monsters in the old Kingdom of Gondor. The survival of the civilized world will be revealed in the next month.
"We must close the walls before the Deep Blue Well falls, and completely disintegrate the Wasteland Legion!"
Gwen's steady and powerful voice seemed to be filled with boundless encouragement, and everyone's slightly depressed state of mind was filled with confidence and fighting spirit. Moreover, no one who could appear here was a mediocre person, and when the situation was clear, everyone knew what they should do. The few things discussed and decided in the meeting were quickly adjusted, and some less important matters could be delayed. In the following time, the Cecil Empire and the entire Alliance would pour all their strength into this war.
One by one, the figures left the conference room, and the holographic projections gradually dissipated in the air. When the few clerks of the highest government office also left, the huge room was only left with Gwen, Amber, and Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light.
The three of them walked at the back.
Attendants and guards were waiting outside the door.
Gwen got up from the chair and exhaled softly. Amber approached from the side and looked up at him. "The situation is not so optimistic, is it?"
"The situation is not bad, and the dawn of victory is indeed in front of everyone. But the darkness before the dawn is indeed fatal." Gwen knew that under the unreliable appearance of the guy's sharp senses was a very sharp heart, and he did not hide anything. "Even if we have a ninety-nine percent chance of victory, that one percent chance of failure means the extinction of the entire planet. Actually, this is something that everyone can think of … but we can only not think about that 'what if we don't win' possibility."
"… Okay, I think so too." Amber exhaled, and her figure began to fade in the air. At the same time, she waved her hand. "I'm going to work, the idle days are over …"
Gwen looked at Amber's figure slowly disappearing into the air, and could not help but shake his head. "… You haven't been idle for a long time."
Then he was silent for two seconds, and looked up at Veronica. "You can hold on for another month, right?"
"This is the result of accurate calculation, and within the range of foreseeable deviation, there will be no more variables," Veronica said calmly. "I will hold on until you come."
"… This feeling is really strange." Gwen could not help but feel a little emotional. "You are standing in front of me …"
"Yes, I am standing in front of you, but I am also trapped in the deepest part of the wasteland, which often makes me have a sense of cognitive fragmentation," Veronica said in a soft and calm voice. "Occasionally when I wake up in this body, I will be affected by the body itself, and be happy with the sunshine and breeze outside the window, so much so that I forget the pollution and decay in the wasteland."
"… The pollution and decay are coming to an end." After a moment of silence, Gwen said slowly.
"Yes, the pollution and decay will end."
(End of Chapter)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
