When the pale golden light disappeared, Gwen found that he had left the mountain overlooking Agundor, and the magnificent murals and magnificent columns of the upper sanctum stood before him.
The corridor leading to the sanctum hall stretched out in front of him, and the temple guards on both sides of the corridor stood silently like statues. The high-ranking dragon priest Helagol stood beside him, and the powerful magic waves were gradually subsiding around him.
"Was that some kind of teleportation?" Gwen looked at the high-ranking dragon priest with some surprise. "You have mastered the technology to distort time and space?"
"That is the realm of God. I am just a poor imitation," Helagol said gently.
"It seems that the priests of the Dragons also borrow power from God." Gwen nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the wide corridor in front of him. "Can we go straight through?"
"Yes, please come with me," Helagol said as he stepped forward and led Gwen forward. But this time he only led Gwen to the end of the corridor and stopped at the entrance of the hall. "Forgive me for not being able to accompany you."
Gwen raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Don't you need to stand beside your god?"
"This is a 'private' meeting," Helagol said meticulously. "His Majesty Gwen Cecil."
This seems to be a bit interesting …
Gwen suddenly had a strange feeling and some guesses in his heart. But he said nothing and stepped past Helagol who was guarding the door, and stepped into the grand door, which was made of unknown materials and covered with giant relief sculptures and golden carvings of more than ten meters high.
A soft and comfortable light shone on the sacred hall, which was still as empty as the last time he visited. Except for a circle of pillars and crystal curtains hanging from the top of the pillars, there was almost no other furnishings in the entire space. In the center of the hall, the throne of God had been put away and replaced by a silver-white round table.
Tea and snacks were placed on the round table, and two chairs were standing beside it. The Dragon God Enya was standing in front of one of the chairs, looking in the direction of the door with a gentle expression on her face.
Gwen came to the round table. He first looked around and found that there was really only himself and Enya in this huge hall. This so-called private meeting was exactly what it meant, and there was not even a servant or a guard in sight.
Surprised, he could not help but laugh and teased. "Isn't it a bit wasteful to use such a spacious place for two 'people' to talk?"
The Dragon God smiled faintly. "If you feel uncomfortable, I can change this place into something else — even a room you are familiar with."
"That's not necessary." Gwen waved his hand. "It's good that it's more spacious. We can talk openly."
The Dragon God did not care about Gwen's strange "double entendre" way of speaking. She just nodded and then looked into Gwen's eyes. "Then, since this is the first time we talk in private, perhaps I should reintroduce myself."
As she said, she reached out her hand to Gwen and said in a low and gentle voice, "Enya, protector of Tarlonde, the gods of Dragons."
Gwen looked at the hand in front of him, but did not respond immediately. The voice of the Dragon God Enya floated into his ears, and his eyes widened slightly. But in addition to being a little surprised, he felt more like "as expected."
"Gods!"
Since crossing the Eternal Storm, he had countless guesses and speculations about Tarlonde, and finally, one of them was confirmed.
The Dragon God still maintained the posture of an outstretched hand without any impatience. Only after seeing Gwen in deep thought did she casually say, "It's not a good habit to make a lady wait for too long."
Gwen woke up from his slightly distracted state. He hesitated for a moment, but still held the other party's soft and warm fingers slightly. After a polite handshake, he quickly let go. And in the process, he did not see the illusion of the "Dragon of Madness" again. It seemed that the Dragon God was deliberately controlling it this time.
"Do the gods really have genders?" After pulling his hand back, he looked at the Dragon God again and asked curiously, "Even if the gods have genders, do the 'gods' also have genders?"
"In the early religions of most civilizations, the role of the 'protector' corresponds to the image of a mother," the Dragon God said faintly. "Of course, this is not absolute. But at least for me, the role of 'mother' is more satisfying."
Gwen sat down on his own chair, and a large oak cup had been automatically filled in front of him. The liquid in the cup swayed gently, reflecting the magnificent dome of the temple hall and half of Gwen's face.
He looked at the god in front of him and said, "So, your 'mother' is actually a fusion of many gods? That … thing I saw, is some kind of … "
He was suddenly a little stumped because he could not find a gentle and euphemistic word to describe his thoughts at the moment. The god in front of him seemed to have seen through it. She smiled and said in a completely nonchalant tone, "Don't mind it. Just say what you think. Since today is a 'private conversation', we can talk more in-depth. Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to say, feel free to say it. "
This was a clear statement. Gwen instantly understood the attitude of the Dragon God in today's conversation. Although he still did not know what the other party was thinking, Gwen was relieved. "Then I'll be frank. I saw a strange thing that looked like a sutured corpse floating above Tarlonde. You have admitted that it was you, and now you claim to be a 'god' of Dragons. So I can boldly speculate that the Dragons were once like us humans, believing in many gods with different divine titles. But for 'some reason', the gods all became part of the 'sutured corpse' and became the so-called 'Dragon God'. Is that so? "
"A perfect speculation is almost the whole truth," the Dragon God said faintly. "Only one detail is missing — the 'some reason' you mentioned. About this' some reason ', you actually already have an idea, don't you? "
Gwen immediately frowned imperceptibly. He vaguely understood some key points. After a little hesitation, he decided to say, "Yes, I have an idea. This idea came from something I saw when I was crossing the Eternal Storm. I'll be frank. I saw a battlefield in the center of the Eternal Storm, a battlefield between dragons and 'gods'. Although I didn't know those huge attackers, my intuition told me that those things were the gods of the Dragons. But strangely, after leaving the storm, I was the only one who remembered these things. Amber, Veronica, and Melita did not remember … "
"It was out of kindness," the Dragon God said. "Witnessing those things is not good for the mental health of mortals. Erasing the memory and erasing the traces is to remove the mental pollution of them."
Gwen put his hand beside the oak cup, and his eyes fell on the Dragon God. "So … it was you who did it."
The Dragon God nodded calmly. "It was me."
"Then why didn't you 'deal with' my memory?" Gwen asked curiously. "Or did you deliberately keep my memory just to talk to me about these things today?"
"… I tried, but I failed." The Dragon God seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said something that surprised Gwen. "In fact, I tried six times."
Gwen: "?"
"It seems that you don't even feel that a god has tried to erase your memory," Dragon God Enya said calmly. "In fact, when I realized that I was facing a vast, endless sea of memories that was rapidly self-repairing and undergoing protective restructuring at every second, I knew that this would be the result."
Gwen's expression gradually became serious. "What else did you find?"
"Don't worry, I didn't pry into your memory. I don't have the authority to do that. Even if I did, I doubt if I could see anything useful from your memory, and if I could guarantee my own safety in the process." The Dragon God laughed. "After all … you are closely connected to Voyager, and no god wants to collide with Voyager's legacy."
Gwen's hand holding the oak cup trembled slightly. He knew that this slight tremor could not escape the eyes of the 'god' sitting opposite him.
"What else do you know?" He looked up and looked at the Dragon God.
"Not long after your 'resurrection,' I noticed the changes in the human world." The Dragon God just smiled faintly, and her expression never changed much. "You have brought a lot of things to this world, and a considerable part of them are beyond the development stage of the mortal society at that time, and beyond the knowledge and experience that the real 'Gwen Cecil' could possibly have. Although you have been very serious about making yourself look like an ordinary human, in my opinion … you are not human enough.
"I have a lot of clues, but I don't have to tell you every single one of them. Here, I just want to greet the 'real you' in the capacity of the Dragons. The Dragons greet you, extraterrestrial wanderer."
"Extraterrestrial wanderer …" Gwen could not help but laugh. "In fact, it was only used to scare the dark cultists at first …"
"But it is not entirely fabricated." The Dragon God looked at Gwen with a half-smile. "And it is very appropriate to use it to describe a 'foreign soul' who came from nowhere, why, and for what purpose, isn't it?"
"… It seems that the connection between the Dragons and the Voyager is deeper than I thought."
The Dragon God did not respond. He just looked at Gwen with a scrutinizing gaze and asked curiously, "In fact, there is something I am very concerned about. Even if you have a certain connection with the Voyager's legacy, you are still only using a human body. This body is very fragile, and I don't mean to offend you. But I can crush the body you are using now with one finger, but you still accepted my invitation, put down the huge empire you have just built, and came to Tarlonde with only two 'guards' who are better than nothing … Are you really not worried that the Dragons have malice, or that I, the 'god', have malice?"
Gwen picked up the oak cup and took a sip. He then raised an eyebrow. "You were the one who initiated the invitation, and you even invited me twice."
"Invitation is one thing, keeping the appointment is another." The Dragon God obviously did not want to hear a perfunctory answer. "Logically speaking, your current status in the mortal world determines that you should not act so rashly. From a cautious point of view, whether it is Tarlonde or the 'Dragon God', for humans, they are considered to be in an unknown camp. Considering your knowledge of the gods, you should have a certain natural hostility toward me. So I am more curious … Under such circumstances, what makes you so confident that you can keep the appointment in Tarlonde?"
The eyes of the 'God of Tarlonde' fell on Gwen. The pale golden eyes seemed to be brewing with unimaginable power. In a breath, Gwen could even feel the entire upper sanctum trembling slightly.
He had no doubt that this' god 'did indeed have the power to kill him in an instant. He had lived in this world for too long. The Dragons had developed in this world for too long. The God of Tarlonde had long been powerful to an unimaginable degree. His power was something that no mortal could resist.
Except for the 'Sailor'.
"Do you have a reason to kill me?" Gwen calmly faced En Ya's faintly discernible pressure and asked.
"Yes. Just by the fact that you have a certain connection with the Sailor's legacy, you are already a natural danger to the 'god', and you are now in a very vulnerable state. A considerable number of gods will choose to eliminate the threat under such circumstances."
"Then I'll take it that you have a reason to kill me." Gwen put down the oak cup and relaxed on the gorgeous golden chair. But his eyes drifted upward as if looking through the dome of the hall at the bright starry sky of the North Pole. "But you have to know that the Sailor's legacy is all over space. Some of the on-orbit facilities will orbit past the North Pole, and at any moment, there are at least three gravity-anchored satellites and a large gravity-anchored space station watching Tarlonde … and more non-anchored facilities will pass by the sky near Tarlonde within twelve hours."
"… So, this is your so-called 'trump card'?" The Dragon God frowned and then shook his head in disappointment. "I had higher expectations. Do you think I don't know? The facilities you mentioned have run out of energy many years ago. Apart from the sky, the Sailor's legacy is only hundreds of cold tombstones in space. Your trump card is those 'tombstones' that have no offensive capabilities? "
"They do have no offensive capabilities. Their main energy source is offline, and their self-repair function has collapsed. Now they are just relying on backup energy to maintain their orbit," Gwen said with a straight face. "No matter how many satellites and space stations are above Tarlonde, there is no way they can fire at the ground …"
He paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "But what if they fall?"
The Dragon God's eyes finally became serious.
"There is a command that can still be used even if the energy of those facilities is on the verge of exhaustion because it is completed by backup energy." Gwen picked up the oak cup again. Seeing that the drink in the cup had been refilled again, he showed a satisfied smile and said cheerfully, "The 'Decommissioning Protocol' is used to safely decommission the space facilities that have exceeded their limits. Before I set off, I had set Tarlonde as the target of twelve satellites and three space stations. Once the protocol takes effect, the Sailor's Legacy will fall from the sky. I want to ask, can the Great Shield of Tarlonde stop them?"
"… Even if meteorites fall, the Great Shield will be safe and sound. But if the Sailor's Legacy falls from the sky … the shield will not be able to withstand it." The Dragon God seemed to hold his breath for a few seconds before breaking the silence. "Some dangerous devices and remaining weapons in those satellites and space stations will explode. Harmful substances will pollute the entire ecosystem. Countless Dragons will die, and I will not hesitate to protect them. I will be seriously injured or even killed."
He took a long breath and looked at Gwen with a solemn gaze. "Well, I admit that this is a good card. But are you sure you can issue the Decommissioning Protocol in time? Maybe … I can destroy you before you can react, so that you have no time to give the order. Or I can interfere with your thoughts so that you can't give the order accurately. I can move very fast, so fast that your mortal body's reflexes can't keep up. Have you thought about this possibility? "
Gwen raised his eyebrows.
He put down the oak cup in his hand (which did require a little willpower), then took out his mechanical watch and glanced at the time.
"You are mistaken about one thing," he said. "I don't need to give the order to decommission the protocol. I have already given the order.
"After crossing the Eternal Storm, before setting foot on the Tarlonde continent, I ordered the decommissioning of all space facilities on the list to be activated. Twelve satellites and three large space stations have already started the decommissioning process. But I gave them a twelve-hour final confirmation countdown.
"And what I have been doing these days is to postpone them every twelve hours."
(End of Chapter)
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