Helagol quickly noticed Gwen's gaze, but the dragon priest did not show any displeasure. He just took half a step to the side and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me? "
Gwen quickly recovered from the shock. He forced himself to suppress the shock and speculation in his heart and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, you may look like someone I once knew, but I must have mistaken you for someone else."
"Is that so?" Helagol nodded. "There are thousands of people in the world. Even in Tarlonde and Loren, it is understandable that there are similar faces. If there is a chance, I would like to meet the person who looks like me. "
As she spoke, the dragon priest made an inviting gesture and turned to lead the way. "I'm afraid that's not going to happen," Gawain said casually as he followed. "Due to certain personal reasons, most of the people I know have been dead for centuries."
This coffin-lifting setting was really useful, especially when he wanted to lie about lifespan, time, and acquaintances. Gwen could not help but sigh. At the same time, he began to silently count how many virtual friends he had after he 'came back from the dead' had appeared for the sake of the plot and then died in the river of time …
"… Is that so? That's a pity." Helagol obviously did not doubt him. The chief priest just nodded slightly and led Gwen deeper into the corridor. "I never leave Tarlonde, so I rarely come into contact with people other than Tarlonde. If I have offended you because of racial or cultural differences, please forgive me."
"But your lingua franca is very good, Mr. Helagol," Veronica suddenly said. "On the way here, we have heard the real 'Dragon Language' of Tarlonde. At that time, I found that the human imagination of Dragons was ridiculously wrong in many aspects. They did not even think about the fact that the two races did not have a common language. For the dragons with a long history, the language used by the short-lived civilization on the Loren Continent should not be something worth learning, right?"
"Indeed, but with the help of Omega, it is not difficult to master a new language," Helagol replied in a very calm tone. "Compared to learning a language, it is more difficult to understand the way of thinking of an alien race."
"You said that you never leave Tarlonde?" Gwen looked at the dragon priest who was walking in front of him and decided to ask for some information. Although he could not rule out the possibility that the face he saw in the space-time gap of the Eternal Storm was the dragon priest in front of him, his intuition still told him that all of this was probably not a coincidence. "Not even once?"
"Is that strange?" Helagol's footsteps seemed to have paused for a moment, but soon he continued to walk forward. "Many Dragons are like that. For us, Tarlonde is a rich enough home, and there is no need to leave."
He did not answer him directly!
Gawain instantly realized this, but he did not pursue the matter further. He was full of doubts about the chaotic space and time in the heart of the Eternal Storm, and he was deeply afraid that someone would tamper with that experience after leaving the storm. Before he figured out the truth behind all this, he decided not to rashly go deeper into it.
Gwen did not ask any more questions. Veronica was very quiet, and Amber did not talk nonsense in this unfamiliar environment. So the rest of the journey was particularly quiet, to the point that it was a little awkward. But fortunately, the silence did not last long. After passing through a corridor and an elevator that could be described as a 'hall' in Gwen's view, they finally arrived at their destination.
Located at the top of the Council's headquarters, the Upper Sanctum, the god's palace — the Upper Sanctum.
After coming out of the elevator, Gwen and the rest first arrived at an open-air bridge. They could almost see the entire Sanctum from this position, and the scenery almost instantly shocked everyone. They saw the bright starlight shining on a magnificent building with a dome and hundreds of columns. The Sanctum stood quietly and holily in the night sky. They saw a sacred light gushing out of the Sanctum, reflecting the starlight of the North Pole. They also heard some kind of indistinct, indistinguishable singing and praising. The sound quietly entered their ears, and it made Amber, a careless person, feel refreshed.
"It's so beautiful …" Amber could not help but admire. Her eyes reflected the brilliance of the Sanctum, and her face overflowed with a smile. "It's like … like stepping into the starry sky … The person who designed this building must like the stars very much, right?"
Gwen noticed that the moment Amber said this, Helagol, who was standing silently, suddenly swayed. Then the high priest broke the silence. "On the contrary, He doesn't like the stars."
"Ah? Really? " For a moment, Hu Po did not seem to notice the word "he" that the other party had mentioned. She just blinked in surprise. "But I think this building is designed specifically for stargazing... Look at those balconies and windows. Even if they weren't designed for stargazing, they must be very suitable for stargazing..."
"Enough," Gwen interrupted her. "You speak as if you are a professional in the field of architecture. We are just here as guests, not to judge other people's homes. "
"But … Ah, okay." Amber glanced at Gwen and shrugged. "You have the final say."
"Forgive her, she just likes this place." Gwen turned to Helagol. "Please lead the way, Mr. Helagol."
The dragon priest nodded expressionlessly. "Please come with me."
Under the guidance of the high priest, Gwen and others crossed the long bridge and stepped into the golden temple with a dome and ornate columns. A soft, bright, and not at all dazzling light filled the inside and outside of the building. They crossed the door and a small connecting bridge decorated with flowing water, and finally stopped in a circular hall.
In the extremely spacious hall, there was only a holy throne standing high in the center, as if bearing endless glory and glory. And in front of the holy throne, a figure with long golden hair was standing there quietly.
The Dragon God, Enya.
A god who stayed in the mortal world.
Veronica had been on high alert the moment she entered the hall and was fully prepared to deal with the spiritual pollution of the god. However, until she faced the God of Dragons, the spiritual pollution she expected did not come. This surprised her and she subconsciously took another look at the god. She was dignified and elegant, and her appearance was almost perfect as the limit of mortal imagination. She wore a pale golden dress that seemed to be made of silk, but was far smoother and softer than silk. There were not many decorations on the dress, but it could not hide the glory that a goddess should have. In just a brief eye contact, even as the leader of the rebels, Veronica spontaneously came up with an idea.
Indeed … perfect as a god.
When Veronica's eyes fell on the Dragon God, the latter's eyes fell on Veronica at the same time. The 'god' seemed to smile and even nodded gently at Veronica. But soon her eyes turned away and fell on Gwen.
"You're finally here." The god broke the silence. Her voice was unexpectedly gentle. "You've been invited twice by me … Just this one thing, you've brought me more surprises than the sum of all the surprises that human civilization has brought me this season."
"Is this an accusation?" Gwen laughed. Although he was tense when he entered the hall, it did not affect his indifferent attitude on the surface. The Dragon God Enya did not trigger any instinctive warning, which was probably a good sign.
"No, you can take it as a compliment. For me, unexpected things are rarer than everything under control." The Dragon God smiled, and then, under Helagol's surprised gaze, he stepped forward and walked down the platform where the Holy See was. And the Holy See disappeared into thin air as he left. When he came to Gwen, the entire platform and the Holy See on it had disappeared.
"I think a face-to-face talk like this will make the atmosphere better, and also make your nerves less tense," the Dragon God said, and at the same time, he did something that was very surprising to everyone. He actually reached out his hand and looked at Gwen with a smile. "Shaking hands. Is this the latest etiquette in the mortal world?"
The atmosphere was a little strange for a moment. Probably no one thought that the attitude of the god who stayed in the mortal world would be so kind. Gwen looked at the hand reaching out to him and fell into hesitation. But this hesitation was very short. Two seconds later, he calmed down and reached out his hand.
He touched the fingertips of the Dragon God Enya. It was softer and warmer than he imagined, even close to a human.
And in the next moment, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart. Gwen looked up subconsciously, and he saw the dome of the rotunda suddenly became transparent and illusory, and a layer of dirty, chaotic, and distorted clouds was quickly gathering and blocking the stars in the sky. In the dirty and chaotic clouds, he once again saw the indescribable things that he saw above Tarlonde.
Countless crazy and chaotic limbs combined together in a nightmarish posture. Squirming flesh, glowing crystals, and pale bones intertwined in the sky. Innumerable pairs of eyes were embedded in the disordered flesh and blood, staring coldly at the land of Tarlonde. There seemed to be polluted starlight wandering among the disordered limbs, and illusory flames were constantly burning the sky!
Seeing this scene, Gwen felt his heart stop for half a beat. And in the next second, he suddenly discovered a detail in the huge, terrifying, and extremely nightmarish structure in the sky that he did not notice when he looked at the sea outside Tarlonde.
He saw the disordered and distorted limbs mixed and intertwined, but he also faintly pieced together some kind of outline. His gaze swept from one end of Tarlonde to the other. With such a huge span, from the perspective of the bottom, he finally saw … those things vaguely "stitched" into the shape of a Giant Dragon.
A dragon that was bigger than the land of Tarlonde, ferocious, twisted, and full of horror and seemed to be full of pain, crawled on this ancient and prosperous continent. His wings covered the entire land like a cage and a barrier. Countless black hairy chains extended from his body, densely hanging down to the ground like a forest and reaching for the sky.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, he or she would immediately fall into madness.
Even Gwen, who saw this scene from this perspective and distance, immediately felt his spiritual world was in turmoil. It was not even "indescribable spiritual pollution" or "tainted knowledge of the gods." It was just a simple visual impact and spiritual pressure that made him feel suffocated.
But fortunately, it was just a visual impact and spiritual pressure. A foreign wandering soul who had been alone in the sky for millions of years, and whose spirit had long mutated, could still withstand it.
Gwen resisted the psychological pressure with difficulty, and he finally succeeded in withdrawing his gaze from the terrifying scene and looked at the Dragon God standing in front of him.
The Dragon God was still standing there, his face calm and gentle. He held Gwen's hand, and countless black chains spread out behind him. Those chains entangled in the air and kept spreading upward, and finally became a ring on the "dragon of disordered madness."
These chains locked the Dragon God, but the Dragon God was also locked in chains. The chains were a part of him, and he was also a part of the chains.
All of this was part of a whole.
As if the knowledge suddenly surged into his mind, Gwen felt that he understood everything, and in the next second, he felt that warm and soft hand let go.
And then all the visions disappeared.
"Hey, are you okay? Why did you suddenly freeze? " Amber's voice suddenly came from the side. For some reason, Gwen suddenly felt relieved after hearing her voice. The last trace of pressure and suffocation in his heart had finally disappeared, and he could not help but take a deep breath to calm his wildly beating heart.
"I'm fine." Gwen replied in a low voice, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.
"You saw it." The Dragon God's voice sounded. She looked at Gwen, her voice was still gentle, but her eyes were terrifyingly deep. Those pale golden eyes seemed to contain thousands of truths, but when Gwen looked carefully, he only saw emptiness.
Hao Ren nodded and said calmly, "I saw it."
"I'm surprised that you could resist all this so easily. You just need to take a few breaths," the Dragon God said lightly. "I've already made a lot of emergency preparations."
"Fortunately, my spirit is still strong, and my heart is still fine. I won't kill anyone after seeing some scary things," Gwen said, surprised that he still had the energy to joke. "So … what did I see?"
"It's me. It's obvious, isn't it?" The Dragon God Enya suddenly smiled, and the slightly oppressive and tense atmosphere in the entire hall instantly disappeared. Then she turned slightly, raised her arm, and waved gently.
A silver-white round table with numerous hollow decorations, a few gorgeous, gem-inlaid chairs appeared out of thin air, and exquisite tea and snacks were placed on the table.
"Now we can sit down and talk. Everyone, relax," the 'god' invited. "Today, it's just a chat."
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