Chapter 1040 Turning Forward

Gawain looked at the "God of Nature" who was as huge as a mountain in front of him, and the latter also looked at him motionlessly. The light-cast crystal-like eyes were filled with quiet and surging brilliance. There is no way to read emotional changes that belong to humans.

They looked at each other like this for a moment, Gawain confirmed that the other party was not joking, he pinched his chin and said while thinking: "This is not a complicated request, I can arrange it for you, but..."

Amon's tone rose: "Just?"

"You said that your perception of the real world is limited, and you can usually only know some vague changes of events," Gawain looked at Amoen seriously, "Then how did you know about the magic web terminal? Yes? I don't recall anyone talking to you about this."

Amon: "..."

Gao Wen: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Gawain withdrew his gaze. He looked around, there was only chaos in the empty and silent Shadow Realm space, the blurry broken earth in the distance and the black mass in the sky filled the entire field of vision—here No one seemed to be there but him and Amoun.

He turned his head, as if the awkward silence just now had never happened, and he didn't care about where Amoen learned about the magic web terminal. He just smiled and said to Julu in front of him: " After that, I will arrange for Veronica or Carmel to send you a set of equipment - the supporting network device will also be debugged for you."

"Thank you very much then." Ammon said lightly.

Gawain nodded, then simply said goodbye, then turned and left this dark and empty place.

It wasn't until Gawain's figure completely disappeared in the courtyard of the fortress of disobedience that Amone withdrew his sight from afar. His huge crystal-like eyes narrowed slightly, and beside him, the chaotic darkness suddenly rolled up. There was an invisible wind of magic, and the flickering smoke and dust appeared out of thin air as if growing from the earth, and quickly swirled and condensed into a huge female figure.

This is a lady as tall as a bell tower, her whole body is composed of the purest arcane power and incomprehensible smoke and dust, and there are countless dots of light and magic symbols inlaid in her misty "skirt" On the pendulum, this is the former magic goddess-Milmina.

As soon as the figure condensed and formed, Miermina looked up at the direction of the main building against the fortress, and then turned to look at the giant deer Amoen lying not far away: "Is he really gone?"

Amoen's body couldn't move, but his eyes seemed to float upward: "If I said I didn't leave, would you immediately run into the depths of the Shadow Realm like a gust of wind? Like before?"

"...then it seems to have gone,

Miermina said with a sigh of relief, and then a trace of obvious dissatisfaction appeared on her face formed by the magic smoke, and at the same time she lowered her head and stared at Amoen, "You just exposed me again!" Was it not careful this time? "

Amoen was silent for two seconds before he said indifferently: "...I'm careless."

"I told you interesting things about the main material world, but you exposed my whereabouts," Miermina said with great dissatisfaction, "I don't remember when I offended you!"

"I said, I'm careless," Amoun said casually, his tone seemed to always be so unhurried, "Besides, why are you so afraid of Gawain Cecil? Even if you have stepped down from the priesthood, you It is also a powerful magical creature, in this special shadow world, why should you be so afraid of a mortal?"

"I said that I can't return to the sight of mortals now - I have to wait until those remaining 'connections' subside further," Miermina looked at Amoun, and suddenly narrowed her eyes slightly, "and don't you? Don't you really feel it? In that so-called 'mortal', there is a power that suppresses us... It's the legacy of the sailor, don't you feel it?"

Amon let out a deep laugh, then reminded the god hiding in the shadow world: "The Legacy of the Navigator... Of course I feel it, but you look down and see what this pile of things is on me. ?"

Miermina glanced at the criss-crossing scars on the opponent's body and the debris that penetrated deeply into the scars, and immediately stepped aside with resistance: "Okay, for you, that Gawain Cecil The Voyager's breath might not really be a big deal - but it's not the same for me, I don't want to deal with that kind of dangerous stuff at all."

There seemed to be a hint of ridicule in Ammon's tone: "I thought that the incarnation of 'magic' would have a stronger curiosity and spirit of exploration, and should be braver in the face of the legacy of the sailor."

"Curiosity and the spirit of exploration do not mean recklessness. Proper prudence and rationality are also necessary qualities when searching for the truth," Miermina said, suddenly revealing a trace of searching eyes, "Speaking of this, I feel A little curious - you asked Gawain Cecil for the Leys Terminal...what do you want?"

Amoen said lightly: "I said it, in order to relieve boredom."

"You've been here for three thousand years, and you can lie here for another three thousand years. For us, 'boring' is a false proposition - the time span of 10,000 years has little effect on us," Miermina said. Staring at Amoun, there was no joke in his tone, "Put away the reason for 'boring', I told you about the magic net terminal and the magic net, I know better than you what it is. The magic net terminal is used to access the magic net, and the magic net is the carrier of the neural network, so you are actually interested in the mental space formed by mortals using the neural network... What do you want to use it for?"

Amoen did not answer the other party directly, but instead asked: "You seem to be very worried that I will endanger the safety of those mortals?"

"I owe them a favor," Miermina said seriously, "My character is to show gratitude and repayment—this is the first time I can do what I want to do according to my character, so this matter is very important to me."

"Then you can rest assured that I have no intention of doing any damage, on the contrary, I have high expectations for those humans - which is why I am more interested in the neural networks they create," Amoun Jing Jing said, his eyes fell on Miermina, "That neural network washes away your divinity, and this process shows a possibility."

"You want to try it too?" Miermina said with a hint of doubt, "Don't blame me for blowing your confidence, but I don't think you can succeed. What I do requires extremely high magical skills and… …talent, and yours is clearly not in this field, on the other hand, the non-directive thoughts of the unconscious zone are not a 'safe tool', but a very dangerous potion, in a sense, in the face of that The danger of a non-directional thought is as dangerous as your legacy of hitting the sailors, it's a suicide. And finally, that neural network is not some public square that comes and goes - it has guards in it. Yes, it was an inexperienced caretaker, but neural nets were her home."

Having said this, she paused and said with a hint of sincerity: "You don't need to take risks in this regard, you have already succeeded in your own way - although it took a lot of time, you don't need to start all over again. Another way."

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to do this kind of thing myself," Amoen didn't break the silence until Miermina's voice fell, "I know the risks, and I know more about the dangerous guard, and frankly, I don't want to at all. Facing that guard—even you were almost captured by her, and I've been lying here for three thousand years, and I'm even more...not good at running. I'm just a little curious to know more about that neural network and how it works Yes, I have a feeling that maybe the third way that man is looking for is somewhere deep in the neural network."

The courtyard was quiet for a while, and Miermina seemed to fall into a brief thought, and after a while she broke the silence: "So, you decided to step out after hearing the 'ideal' described by Gawain Cecil. One step at a time—do you really believe he can find a way for mortals and gods to coexist safely and without hidden dangers?"

"Safe coexistence without hidden dangers? It's too early to say this... Even Gawain Cecil himself only believes that there is a third way, and with his optimism, he would not dare to draw such a conclusion as you. ," Amoen seemed to have a smile, "but I believe that he will work hard to make some achievements. Before these results come out, it's not a bad thing to make more observations, isn't it?"

"Your statement is quite worthy of approval, but you really have no other purpose?"

"Other purposes? There are, too," Ammon said softly, with a long sigh in his words, "To be honest, after learning that the mortal world has undergone so many changes, staying here... It's really nice. boring."

Is it really boring...

Miermina quietly looked at Amoun, who was bound to the broken ground—perhaps the other party was telling the truth, but she couldn't understand it, because she couldn't empathize with the seal of the sailor's legacy What does it feel like to be in one place for three thousand years?

After being freed from the shackles of the gods, she can run freely in this endless and vast place, and can run from the courtyard of disobedience to the deepest part of the shadow world in one breath, and occasionally go to the shadow world to wander—she is not boring at all.

Thinking of this, the smoke and dust of twinkling stars floated around her again, then suddenly turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.

Amoon watched silently in the direction of Miermina's disappearance, not moving.

"(The gods foul language)..."

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In the Loren continent dominated by humans and other intelligent races, the wheel of history is rolling forward, and the development of civilization is heading for an unprecedented road.

And on another continent in the far north, the process of civilization has been stagnant here for 1.87 million years, and only now has its stuck wheel started to turn again - or, in other words, it has been turned Opportunity.

The gods disappeared.

The cradle disappeared.

The shackles and eternal shelter that bound them for a million years are gone.

The land was free, but for the first seventy-two hours of freedom, everything in Tal Lund lay silently dormant—the winner crawls in the scorching dust, let the howling wind blow from the distant sea On the blow, no one cheered and celebrated the victory, and no one could stand up to record this historical turning point.

On the shattered east coast, in the utterly destroyed Argondore, in the searing rift that runs through the entire continent, the surviving dragons and countless war machines that have been completely scrapped stand still, like dead stones "scattered" all over the ruins of Tal Lond.

With no new orders, no tasks to deal with, most of these omega terminals came to a standstill, with only the occasional dragon taking off, or surviving transport machines floating from clouds of dust. The sky flew over, and they transported the remaining supplies to various places, maintaining the life of the last survivors on this continent.

This stagnation lasted for a long time, until the gust of wind from the sea dissipated the dust clouds high in the sky, until the elemental rift in the center of the continent gradually closed, and lasted until the fire in the city of the gods was extinguished, and in the midst of the ruins of Agondore, A new movement finally came from the depths of the earth.

A roar after another came from the depths of the earth. It was the remaining power system that was driving some key armor protection layers. The faint swaying spread throughout the ruins, and the buried mechanical device rumbled away. The soil layer and the collapsed building—the corner of the ruins of Argondore collapsed, but the central area swelled abnormally. This movement lasted for a whole minute, and the ruins were finally pushed open a gap.

A huge, forged metal claw pushed away the broken temple column, and the claw climbed outwards, bringing out the thick and powerful limbs, the oddly shaped torso, and the glowing red head little by little.

After a difficult climb, a special "dragon" with a body length of nearly 200 meters that has never appeared on the land of Tal Lund finally climbed out of the ruins and climbed to the heights of Agondore .

Even in the giant dragon country where implant modification technology is prevalent, "he" is definitely a creature beyond the imagination of the dragon race——

The body of this giant dragon is almost entirely composed of metal and other inorganic substances. The layers of thick alloy armor and high-strength polymers are his scales and skin. The gaps in his outer shell flicker with wandering rays of light, and there seem to be countless insides. Qing's micro-machines are constantly moving; however, this giant dragon is not a pure mechanical creature. His breastplate has a part of an irregular transparent structure. In the polymer shell, obvious flesh and blood viscera and organic solutions can be seen, and flesh and blood organs Fusion with metal devices is not like the implant technology that Tal Lond used to be popular, but it is like... these organs "grow" themselves into this.

The dragon's bizarre form wasn't due to implant modification—he was born that way.

With heavy steps, the monstrous dragon crossed the roof of the former Supreme Council, the plaza of the upper sanctuary and the wreckage of the elevator, and he came to a place made of half-melted ruins. The cliff" and slowly crouch down here.

The combat machines that were still able to move and the remaining dragons in the vicinity approached one after another and gathered in front of him, as if waiting for the next command.

But Omega just raised her head, controlling this unfamiliar body made of steel and biomass with unfamiliar control, and stared silently into the distance.

ta observes the world, full of curiosity.

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