Chapter 1117 Borderline Threat

Belsetia stared fixedly at the god in front of her, staring at this vast forest and fertile river valley that sheltered the silver elves until three thousand years ago, and was regarded by druids as a holy figure of supreme existence, she never thought of herself One day, she would stand in front of Him like this, face each other frankly, and stare directly at him——as a druid priestess who had abandoned her faith, she came to a place closer to the God of Nature than any devout priest.

And at this distance, what she can see far exceeds those pious believers, even those ancient priests who have lived for more than three thousand years.

This is indeed somewhat ironic: those who do not believe in Him see Him, and those who are ungodly understand Him.

This reminded her suddenly of what her father had said many years ago when he abdicated and handed over the authority of the seat of dominion and the title of the highest priest of druids to her:

"You are the first imperial leader who has never been blindfolded by piety. Your eyes may be able to see farther than all of us."

"I understand," Belsetia lowered her head and said solemnly to Amon, "I will carry out your wishes—of course, no one will know that you are still alive in this world."

Amoen hummed, followed by a moment of silence, and finally his eyes fell on Belsetia again, in the holy radiance, there was a trace of expectation in his eyes: "Do what you should do, Silver Queen .”

Belsetia bowed respectfully, then took a step back, and came to Gawain's side. Gawain nodded to the two old gods at the scene: "Then I will send her back first, and we will talk later when I have time."

The visitors left, and the courtyard shrouded in darkness and chaos returned to calm again. The two former gods seemed to have their own concerns, and they remained silent for several minutes. In the end, it was Mirmina who broke the silence first: "I thought you would mention the grandmother of the 'Queen'—that was the last chief priestess when you left 3,000 years ago. After seeing someone so rare, shouldn't you talk about the past?"

"At first, I really wanted to know how Kostina Morningstar spent her last days, but after hearing how the silver elves live today, I realized that the past is in the past," said Amoen He said in a low voice, "And even if I didn't ask, I can guess what Kostina went through now... She used to be my pious priestess and one of the mortals closest to me, but she was the elf king. It laid the foundation for the secularization of the family, restrained the activities of those fundamentalists, and allowed Belsetia's father to grow up in an environment not influenced by fundamentalist ideas... For a pious priest, what she did in her later years Every decision is painful.

"So, I don't need it? Nor should I ask her descendants about her old age—some things don't need to be mentioned repeatedly."

"Huh? Sometimes you look dull, but sometimes you think about the problem and hit the nail on the head?" Mirmina sighed? "But that's okay,

Good for you and those elves. "

While talking? The goddess of magic turned her eyes to the magic net terminal not far away, and the projection crystal above the device brightened? A clear holographic image appeared above the device: "What do you want to see? I won't follow you today." You stole it."

"Find the 'Voice of the Forest' channel? I haven't heard the elves singing for a long time."

...

Gawain and Belsetia walked side by side in the corridor of the upper area of ​​the Rebellious Fortress. In this area gradually approaching the surface, the airflow from the ventilation holes seems to be fresh and dry, and the magic spar wall lamps on both sides emit bright and constant light It exudes a warm texture? It gradually calmed Belsetia's still somewhat turbulent thoughts.

"You seem preoccupied?" Gawain's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Belsetia's thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was just wondering how far you have traveled on this road," the Silver Queen stopped. Her eyes turned to the distance, and the spacious and bright corridors stretched in her vision? The legacy of the ancient Gondor Empire and The crystallization of the common wisdom of the modern successors was condensed before her eyes. The laboratories and the busy staff reminded the elf ruler? It reminded her how many secrets were operating in the depths of this facility, "I I once thought that you just mastered some secret knowledge about the gods? At most, you have unearthed some ancient relics similar to eternal stone tablets? And based on this, you have formulated the framework of the 'Theocratic Council'... I think my guess like this is already Bold enough? But everything here is completely beyond my prediction.

"The rebellious plan, the fortress in the shadow world, the relics of the gods, and even the body of the gods, and there is more than one... No wonder you put forward so many advanced things. It turns out that you have gone so far on this road."

Gao Wen laughed: "Just relying on some secret knowledge and ancient heritage is not enough for me to formulate the framework of the Theocratic Council. Your previous guess is indeed too conservative. But then again, you are really just thinking about these things Is it?"

Belsetia fell silent, and the scene that horrified her most not long ago appeared in her mind, the metal wreckage that firmly nailed the God of Nature to the earth, and the scarred, Shocking picture, and after this picture, she thought of the fall of God of War, the doomsday battle of Tarrond, after half a minute of silence, she finally expressed her true thoughts: "... never What a savior, right?"

Gawain nodded: "We can only rely on ourselves—we and our God can only be our own saviors."

Belsetia didn't make a sound, just turned around and walked forward silently, Gawain didn't make a sound, just walked quietly beside the Silver Queen, the two walked a long way until they got close to the fortress of disobedience. At the exit, Belsetia said suddenly: "When can you arrange for me to go to the giant tree of Sorin?"

"Anytime—if you're short on time, we can go there tomorrow. There's an air flight between Cecil City and Solimbok now, and you can go back and forth in a day."

"Then tomorrow," Belsetia nodded, "I haven't seen Bertila for a long time, and I don't know how much she still remembers from that year. By the way, she knows your...'identity' Is it?"

"Yes," Gawain said casually, "she knew about the 'Outsider Wanderer' a long time ago, I think I should be regarded as 'half brother Gawain' in her mind—just like I am here with you 'Half Uncle Gawain'."

Perhaps remembering some past events, Belsetia couldn't help showing a smile, then she shook her head and said as if talking to herself: "Seven hundred years have passed, and we are still walking on the same road after all. That's fine."

...

In the Cathedral of Holy Light near the central area of ​​Cecil City, Veronica finished her long meditation. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the soft holy light flowing like water in her vision. These flowing holy lights They gradually converged to his side, forming a constant and stable "force field", and then stagnated obediently.

"...The further improvement in efficiency means that the work of 'blocking' and 'redirecting' the God of Holy Light is proceeding smoothly, the effect is obvious, and no signs of backlash have been found, which is a good sign."

Veronica muttered a few words as if she was talking to herself, and stood up from the cushion at the same time. She glanced at the empty prayer room and heard some movement from the corridor outside, so she tidied up the slightly wrinkled clothes. The nun's holy robe left the room holding the platinum scepter in her hand, and came to the corridor leading to the inner area of ​​the church.

Not far away, several craftsmen in overalls were busy moving some equipment and new furniture into a vacant room. Two technicians in researcher's white robes were standing at the door of the room, wearing Wright, dressed in ordinary clothes, was chatting, and another young attendant was holding a hammer and nails in his hand, and was nailing the new house number plate to the door frame on one side with a serious face.

Veronica walked over there, and her eyes fell on the door plate that the young attendant had just nailed. On the dark black wooden board, there were two rows of clear and sharp words: Church of the Holy Light Headquarters; Theological Knowledge Base.

At the corner of the door, there is the logo of the Theocracy Council: an open book, an eye overlooking the book, and two crossed daggers between the eyes and the book—they symbolize the liberation of theocracy, knowledge The return of reason and reason, and the necessary means and determination to cut off the chains.

"Veronica," Wright noticed the figure walking towards this side, the burly church leader immediately turned his head, with a rather imposing smile on his face, "come and see the new facilities of the church—— This is the office of the Theocratic Council in the church. After that, we will set up a special research group to study the earliest versions of the holy light classics and summarize all the historical materials about the holy light church. You should Can be of great help.”

"Great Patriarch, good day," Veronica greeted with a smile, and stood at the door of the room. She saw that many bookshelves, long tables, chairs and special terminals for magic nets had been placed in the spacious space. The platform was prepared, and on the wall in the deepest part of the room was a large logo of the Theocratic Council. She couldn't help but linger on the logo for a long time, then she looked back and nodded slightly to Wright beside her, "Of course, I'd be happy to help."

The era of disobedience is over, the leader of the rebels from the ancient Gondor era sighed softly in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, she who was hiding underground failed to see the scene of the flag of the Gondor Empire falling. Today, seven hundred years later, she wandering in the human world has not been able to see the scene of the official end of the rebellious plan. Here, looking at the emblem of the Theocratic Council hanging in front of her eyes, she still couldn't help but think of this sentence - the era of disobedience is over.

But she has no regrets about it, because this is not the end of death - a new flag has been raised, and a new group of brave men is seeking a brighter future.

The nascent Theocratic Council will inherit the legacy of the disobedient plan. On the basis of their predecessors, they have gone further and seen wider. If the rebellious plan in the Gondor era was a hasty and hysterical resistance of a group of desperate people who suddenly faced the dark truth, then the current Theocratic Council is a career that was carefully considered after taking over the inheritance.

It will be more rational, more rigorous, more widely supported - and more likely to succeed.

Veronica's only regret is that too many people did not live to see this day, including the rebels of the past, and those who were consumed in iterations or uploads/downloads. Copy of Philia.

Wright's voice sounded from the side at this moment, waking Veronica up from her brief distraction: "By the way, are you still going to the church to attend the bishop's meeting?"

"I'm going to meet His Majesty today," Veronica shook her head, "Sorry, you need to go by yourself."

"Oh, it's okay, I can go by myself," Wright laughed, that kind of seemingly rough but sincere smile will make people involuntarily relax the pressure (of course, it will occasionally bring another meaning to unfamiliar people. Nervous), "You seem to be a little preoccupied these days-I'll take care of the church here, you'd better go about your own business."

Veronica immediately frowned subconsciously: Have my emotions leaked to the point where they would be noticed by the outside world? It seems that the personality model still needs to be adjusted...

...

After sending Belsetia back to the Autumn Palace, Gawain returned to his study. When he opened the door and entered the room, he saw a figure standing in the room, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time: holding a platinum scepter, Veronica in a nun's robe.

There are very few people who are qualified to step into their study room without notification, and this leader of the rebels from the Gondor era is one of them.

"Veronica?" Gawain looked at this "Saint Princess" with a holy temperament and a gentle smile all the time, with some surprise, "Do you need me?"

"Your Majesty," Veronica turned to Gawain, with a rare solemnity on her always calm face, "I want to talk to you about the wasteland of Gondor."

Gao Wen was walking towards the chair behind his desk, when he heard this, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he heard something unusual in the other's tone: "The wasteland of Gondor? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"I suspect that there is a force at work in the depths of the Gondor wasteland - and they are very dangerous to the outside world."

Gao Wen's expression became serious: "A force? What kind of force?"

"Do you still remember the information mentioned in the dossier of the End of Everything that was found in Sorin's Underground Palace?" Veronica looked into Gawain's eyes, "It mentioned that there are two branches belonging to the End of Everything." The power of the Necromancer is active in the world, some of them are carrying out the "False God's Body" plan in the human world outside the magnificent wall, and the other part is hiding in the wasteland of Gondor, carrying out seemingly fringe activities such as intelligence collection and data assistance ..."

"Of course I know," Gawain nodded immediately. In fact, even if he didn't mention the files found in Thorin's Underground Palace, he knew that there were some "remnants" of the End of Everything hidden in the wasteland. I have personally dealt with this force, and learned a lot of information about them from Beltera, "As far as I know... these cultists hiding in the wasteland are very secretive, even the outsiders The believers of the Doom of All Things are not sure what these 'citizens' are doing. The empire has tried to take some measures, but due to the isolation of the wasteland pollution area, even if we know their existence, we have nothing to do with them for a while. Method."

"Perhaps you should think of a way." Veronica said solemnly.