Chapter 1025 The Coming-of-Age Ceremony

In this brief moment, the continent of Tal Lund, illuminated by countless artificial lights and decorative curtain walls, fell into silence and darkness for about two seconds - all traffic stopped, all lights went out, all projections The curtain wall faded away and returned to its original gray form. The large shield disappeared in a flash, and the cold wind of the arctic sea poured into this closed kingdom like the era of crashing, and beyond the horizon, it was In the sky at a certain "twilight" stage of the polar day, the primordial, unfiltered glow of the sun shines directly on the dragon's land for the first time in millions of years.

In the next second, in Argondore, in Appalsol, in the upper Tallond and the lower Tallond—in every corner of the dragon kingdom, the dragons moving inside and outside the city suddenly stopped at the same time. Down, even the dragons flying in the sky stopped flapping their wings in an instant and fell straight from the sky. In this scene, it was as if all dragons lost their souls in an instant. After that, another second passed. Those incapacitated dragons woke up one after another, fell to the ground and re-launched, raised their heads crawling on the surface, opened their eyes drunk in the synergist and phantom entertainment, and countless pairs of eyes began to converge. A place - the city of the gods in the center of the continent of Tallond.

Heragor was crawling on the ground, he heard a low roar from the depths of the ground, the hurricane caused by the shutdown of the weather controller was roaring high in the sky, a cold, mechanical mind was entering his brain, Omega's Consciousness began to gradually take over the body according to the program, but he still maintained a trace of free thinking ability. Driven by the only remaining will of his own, he slowly raised his head and looked at the man who was standing on the edge of the terrace. the gods.

The blond figure with a vengeance withdrew his sight, and the dragon of disorder that covered the entire sky of Tal Lund was gradually withdrawing his sight. Heragor could feel that there were thousands of sight lines gradually moving from the distant Loren. Returning to this continent, all this may have only taken two or three seconds, but he felt that time had passed for centuries - finally, the god's eyes fell on him.

Huge, terrifying, chaotic, crazy, and desperately oppressive, Herragol felt as if his brain was boiling, but this time, instead of lowering his head, he supported his body with his hands, and started a millimeter Struggling for a millimeter, trying to stand up.

The god just stood there calmly, staring at the dragon priest who was struggling to get up with an indifferent expression, his voice was as cold as a cold wind that spanned a million-year timescale, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Even if it makes you part of Omega?"

"As long as the chains are smashed, new seedlings will always grow from the ruins," Heragor finally stood up slowly, and for the first time in a million years, he looked directly into the eyes of the gods, "We will become The soil, and the seeds... have long been planted."

"Very well," the god stood before him,

The natural rays of light that have not been filtered by any technical means slanted on him, like an orange-red cloak hanging from the sky. He opened his hands slowly, as if he was about to embrace the country, and said slowly, "Then today...you are adults."

In the next moment, the "truth" that was once hidden from the perception of mortals smashed the fragile reality barrier with a bang, and the chaotic dragon that covered the sky suddenly appeared over Tallond, and that kilometer stretched for one kilometer. The undulating, twisted limbs stretched out in the glow, and the countless eye, mouth, and arm-like structures on the limbs appeared one by one.

It was also at the same instant that the blond woman's figure on the terrace of the temple disappeared into the brilliance. The high-ranking dragon priest stood upright and looked at this scene with a blank expression. He closed his eyes as Heragor. , and then as a branch of Omega, those eyes slowly opened again.

The last dragon clan in Tal Lond that maintained its own will disappeared, and now, tens of millions of dragons have awakened as Omega.

Every dragon has been implanted with a resonance core that can directly connect to the Omega network since birth. Every dragon is an extension of Omega's flesh. This is a plan that has been implemented for millions of years. Another generation of dragons has been waiting for this day in the long years - on this day, Omega will wake up from her slumber, all the wills of the dragons will be taken over by machinery, in a sense, the dragons of this world... in this Extinct one day.

With the "extinction" of the dragon race, the bridge between the mortals and the gods also disappeared, and the chaotic dragon shrouded in the sky of Tal Lund changed almost instantly. The body formed by the fusion of limbs fluctuated violently. Countless limbs disintegrated and disappeared in this fluctuation. The body that swelled and wriggled rapidly shrank and weakened in the violent evaporation. In less than a minute, He It shrunk from covering the entire continent to a third the size of Tal Lund, and in the next minute it shrunk to the size of a city, and finally stabilized at that size—he still covered the sky and the sun , but is no longer invincible.

Countless dragons flew from every corner of the whole country, and the weapons arrays buried deep in the ground that had been sealed for countless years also awakened, the ancient missile silo opened the hatch, and the ancient The turret rose to the surface, and in this cold and long polar day, the day of adulthood that the dragons were late for 1.87 million years... finally arrived.

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The splendid scene like a fiery meteor lasted for a whole number of minutes, and the burning debris that broke and flew from the sky of Winterhold far exceeded the theoretical limit of the iron-gray giant. The earth is not only a fallen god, but also a part of the "God Kingdom" connected to this god was involved in this world in the big bang.

Then, all this finally stopped, and the sky over the Fortress of Winterhold became clear and calm once again.

The rays of the sun at dusk shone thousands of feet, slanted down from the end of the horizon, and sprinkled on this uncooled battlefield. The defense line stretched for hundreds of miles, the scorching scorched earth, the rising smoke, the wounded surviving soldiers, the sacrificed The soldiers, the destroyed fortifications, the castle still standing in the sunset... Everything is bathed in this brilliant golden light, and in this short moment, it seems that everything in the world has stopped.

The whistling north wind picked up again, and the cold wind picked up the dust and snow in the distance, and woke up some soldiers and commanders who were staring at the sky. People realize that the battle is over, and they don't realize that the desperately powerful "enemy" has really fallen. Everyone is immersed in a huge dazed confusion, and it is not until a few minutes later that there are some sporadic incidents. The soldiers shouted, and some commanders received a message from their superiors that "the battle is over."

Rosetta Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Hall of Mysteries. He could not hear the cheers on the battlefield, nor the voices of the dying and the wounded. The whole world was quiet, as quiet as before. The fierce battle was a complete hallucination. He raised his head and saw that the aircraft and soldiers with peculiar shapes were still hovering over Winterhold, and the incredible white spider had disappeared for some time.

The communication crystal not far behind made a humming sound, the runes on the surface lit up one after another, and Palin Winterhold's voice sounded from the crystal, "Your Majesty, are you all right, Your Majesty? We had an accident here just now... Let's see When it comes to heavenly conditions, we…”

"We won," Rosetta said lightly, still not looking away from the sky, "It looks like our neighbors are also hiding a lot of good cards... This time, it's a good thing."

"As long as you are safe," the voice of the Earl of Winterhold came immediately. "Part of the main wall on the west side of the castle has collapsed. Your position may not be safe. Please leave from there as soon as possible - I have sent someone to the Arcane Hall to respond. …”

"No, wait a minute," Rosetta interrupted the Earl of Winterhold suddenly, "I still have some unfinished business here."

"His Majesty?"

"You and Duke Ferdinand at the foot of the mountain should deal with the post-war matters first, we have a huge mess to clean up now," Rosetta said calmly, with an unquestionable meaning, "Although the enemy has been defeated, He left behind The damage is still spreading, and the quicker the recovery, the more people we will be able to save. Plus we have other things to do - the debris that fell from the sky in the final stage is scattered all over the battlefield, and no one is left. Knowing what impact they will have, bring a group of mages who can still move, and collect as many wrecks as possible... The Cecil should also start to act."

"Yes, Your Majesty! Then you..."

"I'm safe here, I'll contact you later - don't let anyone approach the arcane hall until you receive my order."

"……I understand."

The communication of the Earl of Winterhold was hung up, and Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and returned to the center of the secret hall. He glanced at the phantom wall that had been shattered by the last magical impact, and the slightly messy hall. The fall of the god of war and the shock wave caused by the previous close-range explosion of the Creation of Oblivion had caused a certain degree of damage to this solid hall. Cracked, the roof was also slightly damaged, the falling debris and dust spread a thick layer on the ground, and a set of tables and chairs in the center of the hall was also covered with dust.

"Not very suitable for hospitality...but it doesn't matter."

He muttered something casually, waved his hand to summon an invisible cyclone, blew off most of the dust on the surface of the chair, and sat down casually. Then he picked up the upside-down teacup on the table and wiped the rim of the cup. He took the teapot aside and poured himself a cup of cold black tea.

After drinking a sip of tea, he sat here quietly, as if waiting for some kind of fate to come, and behind him, one after another, hazy and almost transparent figures were quietly emerging from the air.

If there is a noble scholar who knows the Augustus family here, he should be familiar with these figures——

George Augustus, Marjorie Augustus, Corentina Augustus…

They are all dead members of the Augustus family, blood relatives of Rosetta Augustus for the past two hundred years.

Some of these figures are solid, some are so illusory that they can hardly be seen. They stood quietly behind Rosetta, waiting together quietly and patiently, and their waiting did not last long. Soon, the horses The phantom of Jory Augustus uttered a hollow, sigh-like voice, "It's almost time."

Almost as soon as these words fell, an invisible wind suddenly swept up in the empty secret hall, accompanied by the light of the dusk outside the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly infiltrated a deadly, stagnant breath, the roof of the entire hall. The ground and the ground were instantly covered by the glow of stars, as if there were countless people whispering in the hall, countless murmur-like whispers came from all directions, and an empty pupil composed of a large number of twisted and disordered lines quickly flashed. Appeared in front of Rosetta - with a sharp, exasperated scream "What's going on!? What have you bloody mortals done to me? Why can't I go back to my kingdom, why I I can't contact my body, why... why is my power constantly disappearing?!"

"Welcome back," Rosetta calmly looked at the "God's Eye" that suddenly appeared in front of him. For the first time in decades, his expression was so light that he even raised the teacup in his hand with a smile, " Would you like a cup of black tea? Mixed with the dust of history and gunpowder on the battlefield of killing gods."

"You..." The Eye of God suddenly turned to Rosetta, and immediately noticed the blurred figures behind Rosetta, "Augustus...you little mortals...this is indeed What the hell are you doing?!"

"Compared to the God of War, the performance of your fragment from the ancient times is really ugly at the moment - the God of War at least fought to the last moment," Rosetta put down the teacup in her hand, and stood up slowly in front of the Eye of God, "You Confused? You don't know why your power is draining so fast? Don't know why you can't contact your 'main body'? Don't know why you can't return to the kingdom of God?"

The confused outlines around the Eye of God quivered, not knowing if it was anger or nervousness, and Rosetta spoke out the answer without hesitation.

"It's very simple, because civilizations have changed. The era you remember... In fact, it's already an ancient era before countless rounds of civilization. Your 'ontology' is a dream god who has long since been annihilated in history, that god The kingdom of God with him has long since ceased to exist. The group of mortals who once supported you has long since become extinct. The intelligent creatures in this world have nothing to do with it at all. We are the remnants of the Gondor Empire, not something against the tide. descendants.

"You feel like you know a lot about the world? You feel like you're in control of the situation?

"Unfortunately, the ones you know are filtered by us - for which we have carefully prepared for two hundred years, many generations."

Rosetta laughed. For the first time in decades, he smiled so brightly that even the figures behind him laughed one after another. Under the glaring gaze of the Eye of God, he said with great pleasure.

"So here's the answer - times have changed, but we didn't tell you."