Chapter 1114 Revisiting the Age of Mythology

Gao Wen's voice fell, and the disobedient courtyard became quiet again.

Amoen suddenly felt that there seemed to be too many cold scenes in his small courtyard today.

But this cold spot didn't last too long. Amoen quickly realized something deeper from Gao Wen's words, and he gradually realized that the holy radiance covering his whole body flowed like water. With a sigh: "Ah, yes, she doesn't believe in me, that's right..."

The former God of Nature whispered to himself, and then suddenly asked, "When was the original upper-level druid church reorganized?"

"About a thousand years ago—maybe earlier," Gawain nodded, telling the history he heard from Belsetia, "This is a gradual process. In the Silver Empire, the upper German The Ruy Church first lifted the privileges of a series of marginal parishes, and then gradually moved closer to the secular imperial power, and found a new self-support with the Elf Royal Court and the High Elf Council as the core. About a thousand years ago, the Elven Royal Family The role of 'Druid High Priest' was more symbolic than practical, but before that, the upper-level druid church had actually existed in name only."

Amoen was thinking in a short silence. No one knew what the god of nature was thinking at this moment. He only put everything into a sigh at the end: "I was born in the hearts of mortals, and I should be born in the hearts of mortals." die in heart."

"But not all mortals have chosen the 'Age of Godlessness'," Gawain looked at Amorn's crystal-like eyes, "You should know that three thousand years...is not enough for the elves to complete a complete birth and aging Alternately, there are still a few elves who have believed in you living in this world, especially... those priest groups who have been blessed by you and have a longer lifespan. They are still alive now."

Amoen looked at Gawain quietly, and said softly after a while: "That Silver Queen just wants to solve this problem, right?"

Gawain didn't answer, but only affirmed in silence - although he hasn't mentioned Belsetia's purpose of coming, but the old god has already guessed the answer, so he doesn't need to say anything more.

"I understand," the radiance flowing around Amoen gradually calmed down, and his tone was suddenly relaxed, "It's also a good thing. Let the Silver Queen come, I'm ready to see her. By the way, where is she now?"

"She is in Cecil City," Gao Wen said with a smile, "waiting for me to arrange a meeting between her and you with apprehension and nervousness."

"It seems that you have long believed that I will agree," Amon said with a smile in his tone, and said half-jokingly, "Why are you so confident? Have you ever thought about what if I disagree with the meeting?" ?”

"You will definitely agree?" Gawain smiled calmly, as confident as the other party said,

"You went to hit the Voyager's space station three thousand years ago? Not just to lie here for three thousand years? Isn't it?"

Amoen's eyes narrowed and he stopped making a sound? Gawain looked at the two gods present with a smile, and then took a step back: "Then let me leave first——I have to make arrangements." .”

After Gao Wen left, Mirmina looked at the giant deer Amoen who was still lying quietly on the ground without saying a word. After a long time, she suddenly broke the silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I just suddenly remembered the Silver Queen three thousand years ago... that should be the grandmother of 'Belsetia'," Amoen said softly, "She used to talk to me at the altar of the Holy Land—— While most of the time I couldn't directly respond to her voice, she also used to offer fruit from her garden on an altar...until the day I suddenly left. Now that I think about it? I didn't even say goodbye to her .”

Mirmina lowered her eyelids: "Do you feel sorry?"

"I just feel sorry?" Amoen closed her eyes. "My unauthorized departure has changed the fate of too many mortals. I only hope that when she leaves this world... she doesn't have too many obsessions in her heart."

Mir Mina didn't speak for a while, she was thinking about her own affairs in silence, and it lasted for an unknown amount of time before she suddenly said: "You have a lot of believers who leave a deep impression on you? Those pious ones are broken in your ears all day Broken thoughts... I don't have any."

"Are you envious? But this is not a good thing."

"Of course it's not a good thing? So I don't envy you at all," Mirmina said casually, and at the same time glanced at the magic net terminal that was on standby not far away, "Right? Mind if I watch from the sidelines then?" Is it?"

"You can do whatever you want—I can't drive you away."

...

In the early morning of the next day, Belsetia woke up very early. She came to the living room next to the dormitory, and saw the first ray of sunlight today passing through the crystal glass window not far away, slanting on the on the opposite wall.

A high-ranking elf maid stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. She came from the sun, holding a silver cup in her hand, with a certain extremely solemn gesture. This high-ranking maid offered the cup to the Silver Queen— ——In the exquisite vessel made of sterling silver, there was a light golden thin liquid, and the mellow scent slowly drifted in the air. Belsetia took it with a solemn expression, and drank it all in one gulp.

According to the ancient etiquette, sacramentalists should wake up with the sun on holy days, and drink honey wine symbolizing "natural pure blood" in the sun to cleanse their souls.

The personal maid Elaine came from the side, serving the Silver Queen, and put on a classic and exquisite costume for a priestess. This costume has a complicated and delicate structure and is based on pure white. , with exquisite green patterns on it, symbolizing the lush green forest and a part of "life" in the natural cycle, and black patterns near the edge of the skirt and collar, which symbolizes the "death" in the natural cycle "A ring.

After putting on the costumes, there is a series of ceremonies of incense, combing, and application of holy oil, all of which have ancient symbolic meanings and strict regulations. High-ranking maids—they also have the status of druid deacons ——Helping the Silver Queen with these sacred preparations in an incomparably skillful way, Belsetia, who is the core of the ceremony, stood quietly among these busy maids, waiting for the process to end.

What kind of mood would the priests three thousand years ago have when they performed these sacred ceremonies? Heartfelt reverence? Really moved? Or both? Belsetia, who lived in the godless era, was dreaming in her heart, but she couldn't experience the emotions of her predecessors from her heart... because for her, all this was just the duty she had to perform as the Silver Queen, and it was her job , is an indispensable "decoration" for her to maintain the majesty of the royal family, after all, she has been here since she was a child.

It's just that she still has some different feelings in her heart today. This feeling stems from what she is going to do today-in three thousand years, she will become the first silver elf to talk to the gods again. It seemed that there was some meaning suddenly again, but before realizing these meanings, the biggest feeling in her heart... was still uneasy and restless.

When all the preparations were over, Belsetia exhaled lightly, and she stretched out her hands to rub her tense cheeks. This less solemn movement broke the heavy oppressive feeling brought about by the priestly costume, and then continued The door in the distance opened, and an elf maid appeared in front of her: "Your Majesty, His Majesty Gawain Cecil is already waiting outside."

"I see," Belsetia nodded, and then glanced at Elaine, who almost never left her side, "Elaine, I have to go alone—you wait here for me to come back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the corridor, the Silver Queen in a gorgeous dress came before Gawain. This gorgeous elf-style dress made Gawain blink a little unexpectedly: "This is the first time I have seen the most orthodox religious costumes of the classical Druid sect. —better looking than I imagined."

"The highest priest's robes are only allowed to be worn in the grandest and most special 'sacraments', and similar things are hardly open to foreigners. It's normal that you haven't seen it before," Belsetia revealed. Smiling, after seeing Gao Wen, her accumulated tension seemed to ease a little, but at the same time she showed a worried look, "Should I not make these ritualized preparations? According to you, we should avoid To connect with the gods, especially today..."

"Don't worry, since I agreed to do this, I was prepared - the anti-divine barrier has already started to operate, and everything you did today is also a part of the experimental project," Gao Wen said, his expression became slightly pale Solemnly, "And on the other hand, the effect of these rituals is actually not as great as you imagine. If there is no "pointing" in the mind, no matter how solemn the ritual itself is, it is just a ritual. It is said that the most intelligent monkeys in the ancestral forest Know how to imitate the actions of the priests on the sacrificial field, and even baptize themselves with holy water like a human being—but have you ever heard of a monkey that has received divine grace and mastered divine power?"

Belsetia thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "...That's true. But the example you gave, Uncle Gawain, is really not very good."

...

In the deepest part of the fortress of disobedience, footsteps sounded in the corridor leading to the gate of the inner court. The magic net rune and the prefabricated rune substrate flowed a quiet stream of light. The modern magic spar lamp was built with ancient Gondor technology. On the walls, the radiance dispelled the darkness that should have been covering this place for a long time, and also allowed the visitors who went deep into it to be at ease in the light.

Belsetia was three-pointed anxious and seven-pointed curious, and walked forward beside Gao Wen while looking at the rooms passing by from time to time—this ancient facility has been transformed to a certain extent by modern means. and trimming, but most of its areas still maintain the ancient appearance. Those Gondor-era texts and remaining magic devices seem to her to be somewhat dislocated in time and space.

Others that aroused her interest were the "staff" that she occasionally saw on the road.

In the rebellious fortress located in the material world, she has seen many humans coming and going in those corridors and rooms, busy, the entire mountain fortress is a busy large base, and the frequency of people shuttling is no less than that of a city However, she did not expect to see the staff stationed in this rebellious fortress in the Shadow Realm—although the number of them was much smaller, she still saw some people along the way. Some of the rooms are brightly lit, and there are researchers in white uniforms busy inside, while others are hurrying past in the outer corridors, holding folders or crystal plates storing video data in their hands.

The Silver Queen's face was full of surprise.

This change of expression did not hide from Gao Wen's eyes, he turned his head to look at the blonde woman beside him who was looking around, and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that you are a little bit interested in the 'popularity' here. Accident?"

"I thought this place should be a more...dead place," Belsetia thought for a while, and said her thoughts frankly, "After all, I heard that this place was a 'restricted area' not long ago, and even the rebellious fortress outside Most of the area is also in a state of blockade...but now it seems that this place has been developed into a formal research facility by you?"

"Actually, it happened not long ago," Gao Wen nodded and said, "We have restarted many research projects in the rebellion plan of the Gondor era, and the rebellion fortress and rebellion fortress are the most suitable research facilities, which have a unique 'geographical advantage' And some of the safeguards that are still functioning to this day, so we moved in people and equipment."

"Is this the so-called 'analyzing the gods'?" Belsetia couldn't help but whispered, "Such a large-scale participation, such a natural action...is completely different from my previous guess."

Gao Wen couldn't help asking curiously, "What was your original guess?"

"...Just like what my father did, in an extremely confidential place, a very small number of people conduct extremely confidential research. Unexplained orders and ambiguous answers."

"What's the point of doing that?" Gawain stopped, looking at Belsetia with a half-smile, "This is not even comparable to the rebellious plan of the Gondor era."

He shook his head, looked away, looked towards the end of the corridor, and continued as if talking to himself: "It doesn't make sense...but many people are doing things similar to you, like those dark sects, like mentioning The Feng royal family...the attitude of prudence is indeed right, but it is far from enough.

"You should not maintain awe of God while analyzing the gods. On this daring road, only when we treat God as God, can we get closer to the truth of God.

"Bersetia, we have arrived—this is the last gate. Behind the gate is the 'small courtyard' of the old god."

At this moment, Belsetia realized that the corridor had come to an end, and an alloy gate engraved with many ancient runes was blocking her. There were no moving technicians around, and eye-catching eyes could be seen on the walls on both sides. There are illuminated warning signs that warn visitors in large letters:

There are gods in front of you, please don't approach them.

As Gao Wen's voice fell, the alloy gate creaked open under the push of a series of mechanical structures, but the corridor was not directly exposed to the external space: a translucent energy barrier appeared there, as the "mortal world" It was the last safety barrier between God and God. Belsetia saw through this barrier, and she saw a mountain of light rising from the darkness in the distance.

That was the mythical age lost by the elves for three thousand years.