In the medical center under the name of the Tarlonde Council.
Melita was lying on the circular platform. Some medical machines were buzzing around her. A few scanning probes were slowly scanning her body from above. She squinted her eyes slightly and let the Omega-controlled machines work around her.
"This is the last examination." Noretta's voice came from the side. There was a hint of relief in her tone. "After the examination is over, you can leave this place."
"Actually, I'm not in a hurry to leave now …" Melita's lazy voice rang on the platform. "Let me tell you, after knowing that all the expenses here are paid by the Council, I even want to set up a tent here …"
Noretta looked at her friend in disdain. "You can try. I guarantee that the medical center team will make you lie here for a century. By then, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
As she spoke, the last group of medical machines around the platform suddenly hummed in a low voice. Then, all the scanning probes retracted into the machine slot above the platform. The room was then filled with the broadcast of the Omega announcing the completion of the medical examination. Melita immediately shook her head. As she got up, she muttered, "Forget it. I don't want to be disassembled into parts and be diagnosed as having minor medical injuries …"
Before her voice trailed off, a light curtain shrouded Melita's body. As the light curtain slowly expanded and shrank, the Giant Dragon disappeared little by little. A human body gradually took shape in it. In less than a moment, the blue dragon lady had switched back to her usual human form. She moved her joints slightly. After confirming her balance, she stepped to the edge of the platform.
Noretta went up to her. "How do you feel? Are you feeling better? "
"Basically, I've recovered. There's still some residual weakness and disharmony, but once the parts in my body are fully compatible with each other, I'll be fine," Melita said, sighing softly. "Sigh … What I regret the most now is that I shouldn't have listened to you and changed to a third auxiliary heart. It was scrapped not long after I used it. It turns out that the light rings are useless …"
"Don't say that. I've read your inspection report. At least it was the last one to explode." Noretta smiled. "The improvement brought by the light ring is closely related to the mind. You have to believe that..."
Melita did not wait for him to finish. She waved her hand and interrupted him. "Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to listen to your propaganda about the light effect equating to performance. Besides, I have things to do."
"There's still proper business …" Upon hearing her friend's last sentence, Noretta's original intention to make a few more jokes to cheer her friend up was replaced by a serious one. Her brows furrowed and her footsteps slowed down. "You … You're going to meet our god now?"
Melita smiled. "He said that I can go to him at any time when I'm back … This is an extraordinary honor."
"Yes … It's an honor," Noretta repeated softly with a complicated expression. She then looked up and stared into her friend's eyes. "You haven't said why you're going to meet God, nor have you talked about your experience. You … What happened to you? You really can't tell me? "
"Maybe I can, but I don't dare to say it now." Melita responded to Noretta's gaze. After a two-second pause, she shook her head gently. "Some things can only be confirmed after I get an answer from God. But you don't have to worry. I'm fine, at least for now. "
After that, she did not give Noretta a chance to continue asking. Instead, she turned and strode towards the exit of the room, leaving only one sentence. "I'm going to the upper sanctuary. I'll treat you to dinner when I come back."
…
In the upper area of the mountain where Agundor was located, there was a special building structure standing between the high walls and the tower. It was covered in gorgeous gold, with a solemn and heavy dome and an outer wall full of reliefs. The sacred and lofty atmosphere seemed to forever shroud the dome, and the never-ending singing and hymns seemed to have coexisted with the air around the building.
This was the sanctuary of the Dragon God, an important facility in every city of Tarlonde, and every Dragon was familiar with it. In the society of Tarlonde, religious activities were an important part of the life of a Giant Dragon, like implants and enhancers. Whether they liked it or not, these three things would accompany them for life after they broke out of their shells.
With the help of the weather controller, the clouds near the peak of the mountain gathered at the foot of the Holy Church. Step by step, Melita walked through the ramp in front of the Holy Church. She passed through the layer of clouds and arrived in front of the magnificent domed building. The door was already open for her. Without needing anyone to inform her, she walked in directly.
The large and solemn sanctuary was brightly lit, and an unknown source of light illuminated the huge building. The circular hall was empty, and there was only a high platform in the middle of the hall. The eight directions of the hall had balconies that extended to the sea of clouds outside, and at the junction of each balcony and the hall, there was a dusk-like light curtain hanging, and there seemed to be many pairs of eyes hidden in the light curtain. The moment Melita walked into the sanctuary, she felt that she was being watched.
She did not care about the normal feeling of being watched. She walked to the front of the high platform and bowed her head respectfully. "My Lord, I'm here."
Before she could finish her sentence, a sacred and vast aura suddenly appeared out of thin air. A beautiful woman with golden hair and a graceful and luxurious appearance appeared on the high platform in front of Melita. She quietly looked down at the people below.
"Melita, raise your head," the Dragon God Enya said faintly. "Today is not a day of worship, you can relax."
"Yes, my Lord." Melita looked up and boldly glanced at the goddess on the platform. The latter just looked at her calmly, and there was even a little gentleness on her flawless face, and this gentleness did make her relax a little. "I … I'm here to ask you some questions …"
"I know," the woman on the platform said. "You want to ask about the incident six hundred years ago — the mortal you brought to Tower One, what happened to the mortal, and your lost memory."
"Yes … yes." Melita nodded immediately. "Six hundred years ago, I really … really brought a mortal to Tower One? At that time, was I … "
"Yes, you were contaminated. Maybe it was because you accidentally deviated from your flight path, or maybe the tower secretly took the initiative to attack. In short, the 'reverse tide' affected your cognition at that time, making you temporarily forget the taboo and bring a mortal to the tower. Fortunately, your contamination was not to the point of irreversible, and the mortal's contact with the tower was even shorter, so everything could be salvaged in time. I just needed to do it myself."
"So, it was you who erased my memory of those few days?" Melita's eyes widened. "You did it to … erase my contamination?"
"Did this cause you trouble?" the Dragon God looked at her calmly and asked.
"No … of course not, I'm only grateful that you … saved me." Melita lowered her head again, but her tone was a little complicated. "It turns out that I almost got into big trouble back then …"
The Dragon God did not comment, neither criticizing nor responding. After a short silence, he asked casually, "So, you just want to confirm these things with me? Don't you have any more questions? "
"Is there really no way to completely destroy the tower or the 'reverse tide' in it?" Melita hesitated a few times before finally plucking up her courage and asked, "Even with your power, you can't destroy it?"
"The power of a god is ineffective against the tower, and the power of a dragon is ineffective against a god. Melita, you know that since the day the 'reverse tide' was born, Tarlonde could no longer destroy the tower and the things in it. And since the rise of the Reverse Tide Empire, this planet has never been able to give birth to a civilization powerful enough to destroy the legacy left behind by the Voyager." The Dragon God looked into Melita's eyes. This high and mighty deity was patiently explaining as if answering the questions of her people was her innate duty. "Probably only the Voyager could do this, but they may never come back."
"The Voyager …" Melita subconsciously repeated the word and could only helplessly shake her head.
She indicated that she had no more questions.
"If there are no more questions, you may go back." The Dragon God stood on the high platform and said calmly, "Rest well. When you recover, I have something for you to do."
"You … have something for me to do?" Melita looked up in surprise. "What is it?"
Then she heard the voice of the deity from above. "Invite the mortal named Gwen Cecil to Tarlonde as a guest again. As for the details, we will wait until you are fully recovered."
Melita's face showed a mixture of surprise and doubt. But just as she opened her mouth to ask something, she saw a flash of light and shadow before her eyes. When her vision gradually calmed down, she found that she had returned to her lair near the mountainside. Apparently, the deity had no intention of answering her.
…
In the sacred hall, the Dragon God Enya was still standing quietly on the high platform, and the air around her gradually condensed into a figure wearing a priest's robe.
The dragon priest Helagol saluted his deity and asked cautiously, "You want to invite the human who has rejected you once again?"
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, of course not, but … do you think he will still refuse?"
"If he is really curious about something, he will definitely come," the Dragon God said indifferently. Her gaze crossed the empty space in the hall, across a balcony that looked into the sea of clouds, and across the distance outside. She seemed to be able to see through everything, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "This world … it seems that there will be some turbulence."
"Turbulence …" Helagol subconsciously repeated the word from the deity. As a dragon priest who had witnessed the rise and fall of civilization on this planet, he deeply understood what "some turbulence" meant.
It seemed that a certain deity had reached the "critical point".
…
After being sent back to the lair, Melita did not stay at home for too long. She quickly left for the Council headquarters and obtained permission to meet with the Supreme Speaker, Andal.
After confirming that she was in a normal state at the moment, and that the deity had helped her to remove the pollution, she finally dared to say something.
On the round platform surrounded by a large number of mechanical devices, pipes, and cables, the old and majestic Giant Dragon Andal listened carefully to Melita's report. The terrible incident that had been buried made the knowledgeable old Giant Dragon raise his eyebrows. "… I really did not expect that such a thing had happened six hundred years ago … If it were not for the deity's personal protection, you would have probably sunk into the sea around the No.1 Monitoring Tower."
"I'm still scared," Melita said honestly. "I'm not afraid of being polluted by the Reverse Tide, but that it all happened so quietly. Until today, I didn't even know that I had been wandering on the edge of the abyss."
"The Reverse Tide has never stopped trying to penetrate outwards … Although 'he' is not rational, he has the instinct to break through the blockade." Andal's old voice echoed in the round hall. "You are lucky to be protected by the deity. He will protect every Giant Dragon after all."
"But I didn't expect that he would also protect the adventurer named Modir …" Melita frowned, a little puzzled. "At that time, I didn't dare to continue asking. But why would he protect a mortal other than the Dragons?"
Andal was silent for a moment. His mechanical eye seemed to be unconsciously expanding and contracting, and the dark red photosensitive crystal was jumping with tiny light streams.
It was not until a few minutes later that the old Dragon, who had witnessed the entire history of the Dragon Race since the failure of the "rebellion", sighed.
"Perhaps … until today, our Lord still has expectations for the mortal races in the world."
"Expectations?" The young Melita was a little puzzled by Speaker Andal's words.
Andal shook his head and did not answer anything.
There were some things that even the Dragons who knew the truth could not say a word to their compatriots.
Faith was like a lock. The mortals were on this side, and the deities were on the other side.
An unsuccessful struggle had suddenly tightened the chain and locked all possibilities, so that some things, even those who knew the truth, could not say it out loud. They could only speculate and confirm based on their tacit understanding.
The deities had always been looking forward to the development of a mortal civilization, a development that was incomparably powerful and incomparably arrogant.
Then … they would help the Dragons complete the rebellion plan that could not be completed millions of years ago.
Now, it was up to the development of the mortal civilization this season.
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