For half a minute, Gwen looked at Melita quietly, and Melita looked at Gwen quietly.
The former was stunned, and the latter was confused.
In the end, Gwen was the first to react. His mouth twitched, and he pointed at Melita's long lavender hair. "Why don't Dragons have hair? You …"
"Our human form is a magic effect. Of course, the magic effect can take on any form. I'm just like this because I like it," Melita said matter-of-factly, while pointing at her head. "The Giant Dragon form is my true form. I have scales. How can I have hair?"
Gwen said, "You … are really reasonable …"
Melita thought for a moment, and then kindly added, "It seems that your friend is going to be disappointed. Tarlonde doesn't have similar products and technology. The closest industry we have is the polishing, dyeing, and implantation technology, which is a kind of cosmetic. If your friend doesn't mind, he can try implanting a layer of scales. There are many colors to choose from, and his scalp can be cut by swords and bayonets …"
Gwen did not see any hint of a joke on the young lady's face. Obviously, she was quite serious. However, Gwen imagined a scale-scalped version of Solderin in his mind. He instantly shuddered and shook his head. "Forget it. He's already … well, bright enough."
Actually, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Melita's suggestion was quite attractive. If one did not consider it from an aesthetic point of view, a brain that could be implanted with synthetic scales and become invulnerable would obviously have a high practical value. A true powerhouse would not mind this. However, it was useless for him to agree with this. The key was that Solderin would not be able to accept this …
Realizing that more and more strange thoughts were emerging in his mind, Gwen decided to end this awkward topic.
"We have been in Tarlonde for a few days," he suddenly said. "Maybe in a few days, we should leave."
"So soon?" Melita widened her eyes in surprise. "You can stay here for a few more days. It's not easy for Tarlonde to entertain guests."
"But now Cecil can't operate for a long time in the absence of the emperor. We have been away from the Lolun Continent for too long." Gwen shook his head. "All good things must come to an end."
"All good things must come to an end … interesting saying. People in Cecil say that their emperor is a master of grammar who can create many wonderful sentences. It seems that this saying does make sense, "Melita said with a smile, blinking her eyes.
Gwen did not need to ask to know that this had something to do with the secretly compiled 'Emperor's Edict'.
He coughed and said, "Although I have decided to leave, to be honest, there are still many things that I don't understand. For example, about the demonic wave, about the way the Dragons resisted the demonic wave, about the signal we received … You should remember that I asked you to help investigate whether the mysterious signal was related to Tarlonde. Now I feel that with such a profound knowledge, Tarlonde should know more secrets behind the signal. But these things … I can't ask your god directly."
Melita's expression became slightly more serious. "Because these things can easily involve specific technology."
"You can't get technical or technical knowledge from the gods. If you can, it's best not to ask." Gwen nodded. "I don't mind asking the Dragon God about some ancient history or secrets that have nothing to do with human society because we can treat them as stories. But about the demonic wave and the signal, I really don't dare to ask him about these things."
"These questions … I also need to apply to the higher-ups to determine whether I can communicate with you." Melita hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "But there is one thing I can tell you. It's about why Tarlonde can survive the demonic wave again and again …"
At this point, she paused and raised her hand to point upwards.
"You may have guessed it. Tarlonde's Great Shield, our biggest defensive barrier, is the key to allowing the Dragons to survive the demonic wave."
Tarlonde's Great Shield …
Gwen subconsciously pinched his forehead. This was indeed a thought he had before. He thought that the Dragons' ability to withstand the demonic wave should be related to the Great Shield, but this could not explain one question.
"Even if the Great Barrier could protect the living beings of the Tarlund Continent during the Mana Tide, how did you manage to adapt to the chaotic world outside the barrier after the Mana Tide ended? Of course, I'm not talking about the small demonic wave that Gondor experienced, but the great demonic wave that could really affect the entire world. "He frowned." After the great demonic wave, the world's magical laws would be reset, and a lot of matter would become unfamiliar. But you could still survive after coming out of the Great Shield … Is it just because of the Giant Dragon's powerful physique? "
Hearing Gwen's words, Melita suddenly had a strange look in her eyes. Her eyes fell on Gwen for a moment before she asked with uncertainty, "I want to know, who told you that the world's magical laws and the shape and nature of a lot of matter would change after the great demonic wave?"
Gwen sensed something was wrong from her expression, and his expression became very serious. "This is the information that the sirens revealed to us. Like you, they have observed this world for millions of years, and Cecil's connection with the sirens is closer than Tarlonde's. So we got our knowledge of the Great and Great Demonic Waves, the Black Trap, the Reverse Tide, and so on from the sirens. You mean … Is the information that the sirens gave us about the great demonic wave false? "
"… No, they aren't lying to you. That is indeed the world in their eyes. The arrival of the Demonic Tide will indeed turn the world upside down, but I feel that your understanding of it …" Melita said with a strange expression. But halfway through her sentence, her expression suddenly changed. She threw away the cup in her hand and pressed her hand on her chest in pain. The rest of her sentence was replaced by a series of low growls and gasps.
Gwen was startled. "Are you okay?"
Melita gasped for breath for a long time before she finally recovered. She held the bar next to her and slowly looked up. Her face was pale, and she looked at Gwen with a complicated expression. "I really didn't expect that talking to you in my own house would turn out like this …"
"So just now …" Gwen said.
"God warned me … I can't discuss this topic with you anymore," Melita said weakly. "Sorry, I can't help you."
Gwen's expression began to become serious. Although Melita only said half of what she said, it had already caused a stir in his heart. He faintly felt that he seemed to have grasped something, and his thoughts could not help but spread out. Looking at the painful expression of Melita after being directly warned by God, the information behind this topic was particularly important!
Could human's understanding of the great demonic wave be wrong? The information of the sirens was not completely accurate? There would be a new breakthrough in the study of the demonic wave? Where was the breakthrough direction? The technology of the Dragons, or the information of the sirens?
Gwen felt that his breathing had become a little rapid, and Melita struggled to stand up with the help of the bar. She swayed a little before she finally stood firm. Then she showed an apologetic look to Gwen. "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you. I need to go back and do some … small health checks …"
"I should be the one apologizing." Gwen immediately stood up with a sincere look of apology on his face. "If I didn't speak carelessly …"
"No, no one can predict when the chain will suddenly strangle the neck, and no one can predict when the wall will appear … The Dragons are used to it." Melita showed a pale smile, shook her head, and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped. She looked back at Gwen, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Although I can't continue to talk to you, I think … God is reminding us of something in this way."
"Reminding us?" Gwen asked thoughtfully.
Melita took a deep breath. "He doesn't want you to get a direct answer from me. That means the answer may be … very special, very important … Perhaps you have to solve it yourself, and not with any external help."
After saying this, she closed her eyes slightly, turned, and walked slowly to the exit of the room.
Her last sentence came into Gwen's ears. "When I go back, I will try to check the follow-up information of the signals I reported last time. This time, with the request of a 'distinguished guest' like you, maybe the higher-ups will approve my application."
Melita left, leaving Gwen standing alone in the huge room. The latter's brows furrowed and relaxed several times. In deep thought, he began to slowly pace in the room.
…
God went to rest. His incarnation disappeared in the magnificent temple and returned to a certain extra-dimensional state that mortals could not perceive.
Helagol was still standing respectfully in front of the Holy Throne, his hands hanging down as if waiting for orders.
He knew that although God had left, God's sight was still there, and it would always be there. Countless eyes never stopped watching this ancient land. Under the gaze of God, every dragon had to live cautiously. He must guard here according to the duties of the high-order dragon priest until the time required by the scripture.
He did not know how long he had been standing like this. Finally, he had stood for the time stipulated in the scripture.
God was still resting, and it would be a long time before the next summons. The dragon priest was temporarily free.
Helagol looked up and walked out of the temple hall without hesitation. His pace was neither fast nor slow, but gradually a faint glow enveloped him. He walked into the depths of the glow, and in the next second, he came to the depths of the magnificent palace where the upper council was.
President Andal woke up from his half-asleep state. He heard Omega's voice in his mind. "Your Excellency, the high-order priest Helagol wants to see you."
Andal's mechanical eyes constricted as it said in a deep voice, "… Connect."
"The high-order priest is not online. He is outside your door."
Andal was completely awake. His head moved a little, and there was a slight sound of liquid pumping from the cables and pipes connected to his body. Two seconds later, he said, "Well, let him in. But for now, no other visitors."
The mechanical door to the hall of the Mind Throne opened automatically, and Heragol stepped in. The senior-rank dragon priest looked up at the old dragon on the platform in front of him, who was covered in traces of mechanical modification. He nodded slightly. "I'm glad to see that you're still healthy, Your Excellency."
"High-order priest, it is rare that you would personally step into the council headquarters and not directly send me a message through the Omega network." The several implant components on Andal's head flashed faintly. His voice reverberated throughout the hall through the loudspeaker. "Is there anything important that you need to convey personally?"
"God is resting. He has issued an order to temporarily cancel the plan to patrol the two ancient continents of Kaldo and Moore this century. The original expedition team will be disbanded and will be on standby in Tarlonde."
"Why?" Andal could not help but ask.
"There is no why," Helagol said faintly. "Just carry it out."
Andal's eyes fell on Helagol. After a few seconds, he looked away and said in a low voice, "… I understand."
But the high-order priest did not leave after delivering the 'oracle'. He still stood there quietly.
"Is there anything else?" Andal could not help but ask.
"The second thing —"
Helagol said faintly. He then took out a small talisman from his pocket. The talisman was made of an unknown metal. Its silver-white surface was floating with faint light, but it did not seem to have a physical body. Its edge was constantly showing a faint translucent shape. It was almost floating in the hand of the dragon priest. Rather than an item that existed in the real world, it was more like a 'projection' that was forcefully dragged from another dimension by some force.
The moment he saw the amulet, Andal's breath subconsciously skipped a beat. The next second, he saw Heragol crush the "amulet projection" that was between illusion and reality without hesitation.
"Helagol! You — "The president could not help but shout. His upper body swayed, and the countless pipes and cables connected to him rattled. Even the crystal curtains around the hall that displayed all kinds of data instantly had countless chaotic ripples appear on them.
"The second thing," Helagol repeated again, the talisman fragments in his hand dissipating into the air. "From now on, for three minutes, we are all out of the sight of God."
The last bit of the talisman completely dissipated into the air.
Andal sat on his throne of mind, motionless like a statue, looking at Helagol standing below.
For the first time in more than a million years, he felt his heart thumping.
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