When a god died, there was a need to deal with the aftermath.
Although such a 'aftermath' had never happened in the past thousands of years of civilization, as Cecil's people liked to say, society was developing, times were changing, and there were always some unprecedented things that were going to happen in this era. From the international funeral held after the "death" of the Goddess of Magic, to the worldwide public opinion after the fall of the God of War, to the changes in the international situation after the fall of the Dragon God, the experts who dealt with matters related to the gods' domain had basically been either holding funerals for the gods or on their way to holding funerals for the gods. It was gradually becoming common sense for mortals that even gods could die.
This was probably the most important achievement of the Theocratic Council so far.
Of course, the 'death' of the God of Reverse Tide was not the same as the previous few examples. In the previous few examples, the other two gods, except for the God of War, had actually returned to this world in some form. Although they had also experienced 'death', strictly speaking, it was their 'divine halves' that had died. As for the Reverse Tide … it was probably dead.
The quarantine zone had been set up, and no one would disturb this area. Mirmina, who had descended here in a mythical form, could relax a little. She carefully examined the wreckage of the Reverse Tide, and then began to outline layers of mysterious runic arrays in the surrounding air. At the same time, she mumbled to herself, "Now the Theocratic Council's job is much easier. The aftermath of the gods can be dealt with directly by 'senior consultants' like us. When the mortals were doing it themselves, it was a big deal …"
Amoun casually muttered as he checked the situation of the nearby soil being contaminated by the blood of the Reverse Tide. "That's right. The first time they dealt with the aftermath of the gods was your funeral. At that time, even I didn't dare to open my eyes …"
"To be honest, I didn't feel anything at that time. Now that I think about the funeral, I do have a few regrets. The scattering of the ashes should have been done more solemnly …" Mirmina's thoughts drifted a little. "Recently, I heard that Firm Pictures is preparing to make some documentaries about the fall of the gods. I was wondering if I should contact them and see if I can … join in the fun …"
"Join in the fun? Are you going to act as a corpse? " Amoun raised his head and looked at the Goddess of Magic, who for some reason was particularly talkative today. "Speaking of which, you're quite talkative today … Did 'Tide Reversal' irritate you?"
"Not really, it's just a little …" Mirmina shook her head. "You see, He died just like that. A god that was created in a daze was born when the civilization He sheltered perished. He was born in a daze, wandered around in a daze, and finally died here in a daze. Do you think He had any sense to think about himself and the world? Did He have time to take a look at his own people, or … From the beginning to the end, He was just a chaotic … shell? "
"… You think too much." Amoun was silent for a few seconds and shook his head slightly. "This world has been running like this for a long time. Not every intelligent race can leave behind a long enough history. God knows how many muddle-headed 'gods' were born and died in the thoughts of the mortals like Tide Reversal, and many once wise and powerful gods could not escape the end of the world. It's … it's endless."
"Probably, but this may also be the nature of my human nature." Mirmina seemed to chuckle, and then looked down at the place where Amoun had just checked. "Old Deer, what did you find over there?"
"The blood has completely lost its activity, and the process of infecting the ground has completely stopped. I feel that … something is wrong."
"The activity is dissipating too quickly. Is that what you mean?"
"That's right," Ah Mo 'en said in a low voice. "After all, this is the Blood of God. Even if Reverse Tide is completely dead, he has just died not long ago. The blood that has left the body should not have' dried up 'so quickly. The energy and' particularity 'in the blood should have at least a slow release and degradation process. To give an inappropriate example, even if I were to die here, my blood could still be used as a super magic material after a few hundred years … "
"So … something has quickly consumed the power of Tide Reversal's remains, or … neutralized it," Mirmina said in a particularly serious tone. "I have also found the same 'drying up' phenomenon here. Judging from the remaining traces, this process should have continued when Tide Reversal fell. The traces of erosion left everywhere in this canyon can prove this point. The neutralization process was not completed until shortly before we arrived at the scene."
"… Could this be the authority of the Mistress of the Night?" Amoun said thoughtfully. "The authority of the Veil of Night can indeed eliminate and hide the power of other gods to a certain extent …"
"I'm not sure. The power of the Mistress of the Night is the most mysterious of the powers of the gods. The real authority of the Veil of Night has disappeared in the deepest part of the deep world with the disappearance of the Mistress of the Night many years ago. Even Lady Enya is not sure what the situation is with the Mistress of the Night, but …" Mirmina frowned. "But I'm very doubtful. Is the Mistress of the Night really that powerful? Even if her authority can indeed eliminate the power of EsGod, it shouldn't be that powerful … Otherwise, what was she doing all those years ago? "
"Maybe she used some kind of trump card when she killed Tide Reversal, or she used something … beyond her ability," Amoun guessed. "After all, she is an ancient god who had disappeared during the Voyager era. It is very possible that she took some unknown 'treasure' with her when she fled back then …"
Mirmina nodded as if she agreed with Amoun's guess. But just as she was about to say something, two familiar auras suddenly came from the entrance of the valley. The two gods of the past looked up and saw two very swift figures shuttling through the night and quickly came before them. It was Gwen and Amber.
There were not many people who could come and go as they pleased when the area was completely sealed off.
After returning from the Deep Blue Well fortress, Gwen heard that the two senior consultants had arrived at the scene. So after a simple handover, he directly brought Amber to the 'Land of the Fallen Gods'. And the first thing he saw when he arrived was the spectacular wreckage of Tide Reversal, which was shrouded in countless mysterious runic arrays not far away.
Even though the God of Madness was already dead, the horrifying remains left behind by the God of Madness were still frightening. Looking at the twisted flesh and crazily scribbled limbs piled together, Gawain felt that this scene was enough to give anyone who saw it for the first time an SC — sealing this place was indeed the right decision.
"When the newspapers publish the victory photos later, how many mosaics will they put on this area..." Hu Po also saw the spectacular wreckage of Ni Chao and immediately shrunk his neck. "No, it's better not to publish it. At the very least, the whole picture will be blacked out..."
"It is difficult for a completely out of control god to maintain a normal state, and Tide Reversal has been in a state of madness since birth." Mirmina's body shrank little by little to facilitate the conversation with Gwen and Amber. Finally, she maintained her height of about three meters, and the energy reaction on her body was greatly weakened. "But don't worry, aside from the horrifying appearance, this wreckage is completely harmless. You can leave it to the Council's containment team to deal with it."
Gwen nodded gently. At the same time, he looked at Amoun's body shrinking into 'communication mode'. He asked casually, "What did you find?"
Amoun and Mirmina did not hide anything. They immediately told Gwen about the anomaly they had just discovered and the related conjectures.
"… The residual power in the Blood of God has completely dissipated …" Gwen whispered, scratching his chin after listening to the investigation results of the two 'senior consultants'. "Did you find the remnants of the Mistress of the Night's power in the wreckage?"
"Not yet. I have just set up a runic array for inspection, but it is not easy to find a trace of shadowy power in such a huge wreckage." Milmina shook her head. "We better be prepared for nothing. If the Mistress of the Night intends to hide herself, she will not give others the opportunity to locate the Divine Kingdom of Umbra through the remnants of her power so easily."
Gwen nodded. While he was talking to Mirmina and Amoun, Amber had carefully approached the wreckage that looked like a mountain of flesh.
She was not much interested in technical exchanges. The conversation between Gwen and Mirmina made her sleepy, but the wreckage of a god before her … made her a little curious.
Although the wreckage was so ugly that it could make a person pass the SC on the spot, the two senior consultants had confirmed that it was not dangerous. Amber became bolder. She had always been reckless and cowardly.
Under the starlight of the night sky, the wreckage of Reverse Tide's exhausted flesh and blood piled up like a mountain wall at the end of the 'canyon'. Mirmina's runic array glowed faintly in the air, illuminating the dark flesh and the almost crystallized 'bones'. Amber carefully came to a nearby 'clean' rock. She poked her head out to look at the wreckage and subconsciously estimated the price of the wreckage.
Of course, she knew that she should not touch the wreckage, but her occupational habit was still there.
At this moment, a dim grayish-white shadow suddenly appeared in Ni Chao's flesh and blood and flashed past her eyes.
The shadow appeared very quickly, and in the next moment, it seemed like it was going to dissipate into the air. However, Hu Po's reaction was faster than that. She suddenly reached out, as if instinctively wanting to grab something that belonged to her.
At this moment, she suddenly fell into a trance. She didn't even know what she was doing. Driven by her instinct, she quickly reached out and tried to grab the "shadow" that was at least a few meters away from her. She didn't know how she crossed the distance between her and the shadow, nor did she know how she completed this "capture". At this moment, the distance between her and the shadow seemed to have shrunk, or perhaps the shadow took the initiative to "jump" into her hand.
A cool and empty feeling emerged in her heart.
Hu Po felt like she was in a dream. In this dream, she seemed to have spent a very, very long time. But in the blink of an eye, this long time had disappeared without a trace like fog. She seemed to have been given some sort of mission, but this mission dissipated with the wind when she woke up from the dream. She jolted awake in the night wind. The cold starlight was descending from the sky, illuminating her cheeks.
Every star was pale and cold, and the sky outside the starlight was dark.
This reminded her of the Shadow Realm, but there were no stars in the Shadow Realm.
There were no stars in the Shadow Realm.
Hu Po finally woke up completely. She blinked her eyes and realized that she was lying on the ground. A low and gentle "noise" was rapidly fading from her mind. She seemed to remember something, but she couldn't remember anything. The sound of footsteps was approaching quickly.
Gwen's face appeared in her sight. He reached out to Amber and asked, "Are you okay?"
Amber did not feel anything on her body, but the back of her head hurt a little. She grabbed Gawain's arm and pushed hard, and her whole body bounced up from the ground. Then, her eyes widened in shock. "What happened … Why am I lying on the ground?"
"We want to ask you the same thing." Gwen looked at Amber several times. Mirmina and Amoun had just walked over behind him. "You were standing here in a daze, and then suddenly you fell straight down."
"Me? In a daze? Fell down? " Amber rubbed the back of her head hard. The vague memory fragments had almost completely dissipated from her mind. She only felt a strange 'echo' that made her feel as if she had forgotten something. But the next moment, she did not even remember this thought. She just looked at Gwen in confusion. "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Almost in a moment," Amoun said. "We came to check on you as soon as you fell down, but you opened your eyes before that. Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Amber checked herself and twitched the corner of her mouth. "… The back of my head hurts. I suspect it's swollen."
As soon as her voice trailed off, Amoun shook his head slightly. A layer of white light appeared on his antlers, and the power of healing came instantly. The back of her head did not hurt anymore.
She even suspected that she could beat Gawain's … one of his arms at this moment.
However, Hu Po quickly tossed this false confidence aside. She knew very well that this was the "overflow" effect of the Divine Rejuvenation after it had reduced the swelling on her body. She shook her head and moved her arms and legs. She looked back at the wreckage of the Reverse Tide with a puzzled look. "So what happened just now …"
"It seems that you are more confused than us." Mirmina bent down and checked Amber carefully. "Maybe something left in the wreckage of the Reverse Tide affected you, but this effect should be very weak. After all, it is so weak that Old Deer and I can't feel it. But I think you should rest … Hmm?"
Mirmina suddenly stopped. She looked up at the rune array that she had set around the Reverse Tide wreckage to scan the shadow power.
The three-dimensional runes floating in the air were emitting a soft light. The soft light slowly extended and formed in the air and pointed at Amber, who was standing there in a daze.
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