The light of the giant sun shone down from the sky, piercing through the thin clouds above the Gondor homeland. A few magical airships with distinctive elven designs passed through the clouds, and the sun shone on the metallic plates and crystal surfaces of the ancient flying machines, giving off a dazzling and unique luster. Amidst the low and pleasant hum of the anti-gravity mechanism, the screeching of giant eagles came from nearby. The Knight Eagles who were escorting the airships had also come out of the clouds and lined up on both sides of the airships as they moved forward.
Below them was the vast wasteland of Gondor — or rather, the wasteland of what was once the Gondor wasteland.
The history of the wasteland had come to an end. Under the influence of the barricade that stretched for thousands of miles, the chaotic force field that had entrenched the land below for centuries had been pacified. While the hills and plains were still covered in a disturbing purplish-black hue, the polluting energy had been confirmed to have subsided, and the various deadly anomalies and aberrations had also ceased. As various toxic substances that relied on chaotic magical energy to maintain their stability gradually decomposed from the soil and underground water, the dark land would soon become fertile land. The minerals and magical materials that had been sealed in the Gondor homeland for seven centuries could also be mined.
The Alliance, which had lost a great deal of national strength in the war, would be richly rewarded in the boundless fertile land, and the lost blood would quickly be regenerated in the great development that followed — provided that the Alliance's stable order was not broken.
Bersetia's eyes looked through the polymer window on the side of the cabin, looking at the distant sky and earth. Another flying boat appeared in her sight. The almost shuttle-shaped streamlined hull was as elegant and flexible as a fish swimming in the clouds.
"… When the Stellaris Temple crashed, only a dozen lifeboats managed to escape the enemy's anti-aircraft fire." Maid Irene's voice came from the opposite side. The maid had obviously noticed the queen's gaze. "Now these airships are really retired, and one is one less. We have lost all of our airship production arrays, and the remaining maintenance facilities can't keep these antiques running forever."
"Many years ago, the 'airships' were no longer the main force of our air force. The giant eagles cultivated by Druil had long replaced these ancient precision machines." Bersetia's expression was indifferent. "Sooner or later, the airships will completely disappear from the history of the Silver Elves. When my father was still on the throne, he thought that this would happen during my term, just like the other ancient machines. The crash of the Stellaris Temple just accelerated the process."
"Master Velania is leading the master engineers to modify the Cecil -style anti-gravity engine, hoping to use it in the energy frame of the airships." Irene sat opposite Bersetia, not like a maid, but like a sister chatting with the imperial ruler in front of her. "It is said that there has been great progress. The anti-gravity engine used by Cecil's people has a lot of technology in common with ours, and it only needs to be adjusted and adapted."
A smile finally appeared on Bersetia's face. "Sounds good. After being stagnant for so long, the proud people of the Silver Elves are finally willing to put down their reservations and move forward."
"Many people feel uncomfortable about this. At first, we gave the technology of the large-scale anti-gravity engine to Cecil's people, and then they made magical modifications on it and created a stable version that can run on the basis of the runic array. Now we have to take the engine back and learn from them." Irene shook her head helplessly. "Even Lord Valentin sighed about this."
Bersetia smiled. "Learning and improving is never a shameful thing. It's just that we've been standing at the top of the mountain for too long, and we're not used to the feeling of climbing up from the foot of the mountain. However, even the dragons of Tarlund are rebuilding their civilization. More Silver Elves will understand this sooner or later. Compared to this, I would like to hear your … opinion on the end of this war. "
"You mean the upcoming meeting in the Tarash Plains?"
"Of course. After all, we are now on the way to the meeting."
"… I am just your personal handmaiden. Analyzing the international situation is not my area of expertise." Irene sighed. "But one thing I am sure of is that Uncle Gwen will not allow the Alliance to fall into chaos. Under this premise, I am afraid that there will be quite a lot of 'neutral zones' or 'joint development zones' left in the Gondor wasteland. It is foreseeable that the era of great expansion and development is coming. But the elves … are not a race that is good at expansion."
"You see, aren't you very sharp in this aspect?" Bersetia smiled and glanced at Irene. "You are right. Uncle Gwen will not allow the Alliance to fall into the fatal vortex of 'territorial carving.' Except for the 'homeland enclaves' in the peripheral areas that have historically belonged to the four border countries, most of the wasteland will either be neutral zones, joint development zones, or remain in a state of shelving disputes. He has mentioned this vaguely in the letter he sent earlier. The elves are indeed not a race that is good at expansion. We are not good at taking root in places far away from the jungle, and we do not have so many people to fill this vast area to be developed. But if we do this in the form of investment and equity, the Silver Empire still has its own advantages. "
With a calm and gentle smile, Bersetia slowly shared her thoughts with her most trusted "sister". She shared her ideas about the future and prospects. Outside the porthole, the clear and bright sky and the vast land extended infinitely into the distance, as if there were countless roads leading to the unknown future.
For the first time in thousands of years, the Silver Elves seemed to be qualified to consider the 'future'.
… …
The towering citadel floated steadily in the sky of the Tarash Plain. Clouds like floating gauze brushed past the armor plates on the edge of the fortress. The twelve Gorgon-class sky fortresses were like floating islands in the sea of gauze, slowly patrolling the sky near the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn, shining with a metallic luster.
Rebecca came to the deck and stretched her body in the refreshing breeze. She finally showed a relaxed expression on her face, which she hadn't shown in a long time.
Many of the soldiers who had fought on the frontline had now returned to the country as a triumphant army, but the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn still needed to stay here and shoulder the heavy responsibility of maintaining the stability of the situation. And as the chief engineer of the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn and the highest technical officer of the entire sky combat group, Rebecca of course needed to continue to stay here. But for the steel ball of the Empire who was used to life in the sky fortress and liked to deal with all kinds of mechanical equipment, this kind of life was not bad.
At least here she would not be stared at by her aunt all day long. Although the old ancestor's presence was quite nerve-wracking, the old ancestor was much more amiable than her aunt …
Rebecca's mind was wandering around when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps coming from behind. She quickly looked back and saw a tall figure had come to her side and was looking into the distance. The old ancestor was here.
"Good afternoon, Ancestor!" Rebecca quivered. Although she did not know why she felt guilty, she still turned around and bowed. "You also came out to get some air, hehe …"
"Standing on a sky fortress flying between the clouds overlooking the earth … It's an incredible feeling." Gwen nodded gently. Although he had looked down at the earth from space countless times, the feeling of looking down at the earth from the limited satellite perspective was obviously different from standing on the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn, especially when there was the Deep Blue Well spewing out a brilliant beam of light. This magnificent scenery even made him feel a shock from the depths of his soul. "Rebecca, you have indeed created an engineering miracle."
"Hey hey, it's not just me …" Rebecca immediately scratched the back of her head subconsciously. Then, she suddenly realized that it was rude to do so, so she quickly withdrew her hand. "And if there is only one Dawn of the Earthly Dawn, we can't win this battle …"
Gwen smiled and reached out to stroke Rebecca's hair. "How's the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn now?" he asked casually.
"How should I put it … The 'surface repair' is not difficult. Now the repair of the outer damage such as the deck area and armor area has begun. The internal factory of the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn can directly produce prefabricated panels in these areas. It's not difficult to remove and replace them. The key is the damage to the main structure and the brain. As I told you before, I'm afraid it will take until next spring to repair." Rebecca stuck out her tongue. "That's if everything goes well.
"But the good news is that the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn is very large and has a strong resistance to damage. It can still float here. As long as it doesn't encounter an opponent like the Creeping Disaster or a god who suddenly goes crazy, it will still be the most powerful war machine in the world. The subsequent repair work will not affect its mission. "
At that, the Imperial Steel Ball carefully glanced at Gawain's face and cautiously added, "Besides, Ancestor, although I said that the damage to the outer layer is easier to repair, it would take at least until autumn or even winter this year. If you want Dawn Earth to be the venue for the post-war meeting, there's definitely no time to repair the damaged decks and buildings — there's not even enough time to cover it with a shell. After all, I heard that the Silver Empress is about to arrive.
"Why don't you consider putting the venue on the medical ship or the cathedral ship? Of the two Gorgon Fortresses, one has a good environment, and the other looks very grand. It's quite suitable for the venue … In fact, I think it's not bad to have the meeting next to the Deep Blue Well. Veronica can also turn up the magic flames to stir up the atmosphere … "
"No, the venue will be on the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn." Seeing that Rebecca's train of thought was getting further and further off the track, Gwen had to interrupt the iron-headed maiden. "And there's no need to repair or decorate the damaged decks and buildings. Just leave them there for everyone to see."
"Huh?" Rebecca was a genius in the field of engineering and mathematical logic, but she was obviously a fool in other aspects. She did not get it on the spot. "Isn't that very … using your word, isn't it very shabby?"
Gwen took a deep look at the confused Rebecca, and then looked at the purification towers that stretched on the plains in the distance. His voice was low. "Setting the venue on the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn is not just to show off our strength and boast of our wealth. We are going to discuss the future with our comrades who have fought side by side with us.
"I need to let them see the strength and advancement of the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn, let them see the determination and ability of the Cecil Empire to maintain the order of the Alliance, and let them realize what we have sacrificed for this victory. Let them not be so anxious to indulge in the joy of victory and dividing the fruits, but first think calmly about what kind of world we are living in.
"Those who can come to the meeting are all smart people, but there is a good saying, 'Even a saint needs a light when walking at night.'"
The counterattack on the wasteland was over, and there were countless problems to be solved. Naturally, the top leaders of the Alliance needed to hold a special meeting to deal with all of this. Considering the special nature of this meeting, Gwen proposed the Tarash Plain as the venue, and this proposal was unanimously approved by the leaders of the Alliance. As for the specific venue … after careful consideration, Gwen finally chose the Dawn of the Earthly Dawn.
This towering giant ship was obviously very suitable to lay the foundation of the order of the 'Third Pioneering Era.'
Of course, the countries of the Alliance had no objection to the 'venue' chosen by the Cecil Empire. After all, in the current situation, only the Cecil Empire could prepare a safe and comfortable meeting environment on the Tarash Plain.
Rebecca understood the idea of the ancestor, but just as she was about to say something, the 'Cortex Prime Terminal Device' on the edge of the deck suddenly started to operate. This small machine that looked like a silver-white metal column with sensory organs, vocal organs, image generation devices, and a section of nerve tissue inside, came the neutral voice of the Cortex Prime. "Your Majesty Gwen, the creator Rebecca, has received a communication signal from the Imperial Capital. The sender is Miss Tyre."
"Tyre?" Gwen was stunned. He did not expect that Tyre, who was far away in the Imperial Capital, would come to contact him at this time. "What's the matter? Connect me. "
"Yes, I'm connecting."
As the voice of the Cortex Prime trailed off, a groove opened at the top of the silver-white metal column, and a shiny crystal poked out and projected the image from the Imperial Capital in front of Gwen and Rebecca. Tyre was swaying in the middle of the image, and the siren, who was always asleep, looked quite energetic at this moment.
"Tyre?" Gwen asked curiously. "What happened?"
"Communication with Antavern is restored!" Tyre said happily. "The elemental rupture phenomenon that shrouded the Lorien Continent has also disappeared!"
Gwen was slightly startled. He had almost forgotten about this …
But he successfully covered this little bit of awkwardness with his square face. After a quick thought, he asked, "Has General Vanessa and the siren expeditionary force returned to the Deep Sea Kingdom?"
"Ah, yes, most of them have gone back, and some are temporarily missing. Maybe they died in some corner of the sea." Tyre shook the tip of her tail. "But don't worry, they will swim back slowly."
Gwen was speechless.
Rebecca asked worriedly, "Are General Vanessa and the others okay? How are the sirens who have returned to Antavern now? "
Tyre thought for a moment, and said casually with the tip of her tail under her chin, "I heard that there was a collective creativity award, and the queen is going to let them perform again at the year-end cultural joint performance …"
(End of Chapter)
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