Chapter 1160 The Retired Gods

The latest website: The hatching room was very silent, Enya's egg shell was floating with a peaceful and warm luster as always, but Gawain just stared at the golden giant egg quietly, until half a minute later, he opened his mouth to break the silence: " Seriously, we still have time to call Melita and Noretta back..."

"No, I can handle everything," Enya's voice sounded immediately, with a firm tone, "Hatching dragon eggs is not a complicated thing, especially since there is an automatic system in this room, I don't need to What to do, and taking care of the baby dragons is actually very simple, they are far easier to survive and grow than human babies..."

"But as you said just now, you have no practical experience." Gao Wen looked at this "goddess" with a rather strange expression, and had the illusion of knowing each other for the first time, "Your theoretical knowledge is really enough. ?”

"Believe me, Melita and Noretta's situation will only be worse than mine—they can't even rely on theoretical knowledge," Enya's voice finally gained further confidence, and the reasons given were much more reliable. "As the younger generation of dragons, they don't have the experience of ancient dragons at all. All the knowledge about caring for young dragons should be taught by Andal or Heragor, and I have at least witnessed the evolution of giant dragons for more than one million years. History...Although I have only devoted a little energy to the aspect of 'caring for the young dragons', the accumulation of human beings is definitely far more than those two little girls."

"Well, since you're so confident," Gao Wen's mouth twitched, realizing that this "goddess" is actually pretty good-looking, "then I'll leave this to you—if you need any help, just I'll do my best to help if I can."

The light flowing on Enya's eggshell gradually calmed down, and she said softly with a smile, "Thank you very much."

Gao Wen hummed, and didn't say anything else. He just cast his eyes on the ordinary dragon egg not far away, which was a circle smaller than Enya. This little miracle that gave birth to life was standing quietly, bathed in the In the artificial light... As a hope, a healthy individual in the future, he is still ignorant of the future he is about to face.

A baby dragon hatched and cared for by the former dragon god himself... Destiny is really a wonderful thing. In any case, this little guy's start has been called 'extraordinary'.

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In the depths of the Fortress of Rebellion, in the courtyard of the Shadow Realm, the round metal ball finally completed the debugging of the last set of parts. He floated up and circled the large nerve connector for two weeks before turning not far away. He stared straight at the two huge figures here—they were a giant white deer shrouded in holy radiance, and a mysterious lady who was shrouded in magical clouds and whose figure was like a tower.

In terms of body size, Nicholas Egg is as small as a pebble in front of these two figures, but at this moment, these two huge and extremely powerful figures are almost staring at the small iron ball in front of them with some kind of respect. Its dazzling operations,

She didn't even dare to take a breath, until the nerve connector next to her suddenly started buzzing, and the tower-like lady finally exhaled—her breath rolled up a small magic vortex in the nothingness, A slightly hoarse magnetic voice came from the vortex: "Great Craftsman, has it been repaired?"

"It's fixed—it took a lot more work than I thought," Nicholas Eggman said, and sighed very humanely, "You guys should be a little friendly to these machines, machines also have 'souls' 'Yes. These poor parts...the neural connectors in Ms. Enya's place are far better than they are."

"Don't worry, we will pay attention, we will pay attention," Julu Amoen's voice immediately sounded, low-pitched and sweet with a very sincere feeling, "It's mainly Mir Mina, she is too obsessed with collecting those messy things on the Internet. The entertainment fragments, like me, pay more attention, at least..."

"Your one has the worst burn, all the nerve cords are burned," Nicholas Dan Zong shook his body before the other party finished speaking, "the login record left in the device will not lie."

Amorn fell silent instantly, while Mirmina turned her head slightly, and took a deep look at the God of Nature with her eyes hidden behind the veil-like mist.

"The rest is up to you, I have to float away first," Nicholas seemed not to feel the subtle atmosphere between the two former gods, and left after finishing the work, "If you encounter any situation, contact Na Retil is fine, if the network is completely interrupted, don’t worry, the technicians will find out immediately and send someone over—of course, I hope that the situation will not happen again..."

The great artisan left, and the courtyard shrouded in chaos and darkness fell silent for a short time. After a few seconds of awkward confrontation, Mirmina finally said: "What else do you want to say now?"

Amorn instantly activated his own nerve connection device, and the light flowing on his body was connected to the rune ring around the base of the device within a second: "I'll go to the network to check the situation to confirm whether the device is real or not. It's fixed..."

In the next second, the consciousness of the former God of Nature sank into the depths of the network. Mirmina looked at all this in astonishment, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle after a long time: "You are quite proficient in using it now." gone."

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The replacement of light and shadow, the reorganization of consciousness, after the familiar and long-lost (24 hours) "connection" process, Amon's eyes are no longer the dark and gloomy disobedient courtyard, but the sunny and vibrant Neural Network World. Incarnate as an old elf druid, he couldn't help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, enjoying a moment of relaxation in this illusory realm.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes, with a heartfelt smile on his face, and then he looked left and right—this was just a habitual movement, of course he would not see Mirmina's figure , although the two of them are very close in the real world, in this illusory space, the distance between them may have spanned the entire city.

Shaking his head with a smile, Amon felt more relaxed, and then he skillfully activated a translucent floating window in the air. After a simple thought operation, his figure had left the street and arrived in an instant. I found a square surrounded by stone pillars, surrounded by golden oak trees, and the ground was covered with golden fallen leaves.

This is a function of free teleportation within the scope allowed by the City of Dreams, and now he has mastered it proficiently, but the one who taught this skill was not Mirmina, who was always secretly hiding, but the guide. Miss Patty--the little mortal girl named Patty is much friendlier than the eccentric "Goddess of Magic."

Some irrelevant thoughts turned in Amorn's mind, and at the same time he found his goal according to the guide function provided by the "Contact Guide". He walked towards a bench on the edge of the square, and on that bench , a blond figure was sitting there quietly - she has a beautiful appearance and a unique and elegant temperament, wearing a dress that no one has ever seen in the human world, her blond hair hangs down to the ground like a waterfall, Flowing together with the same golden fallen leaves, in the breeze surrounded by the golden oak tree, this figure seems to be isolated from the world, quietly enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

Amoen walked quickly towards that figure, with a happy smile on his face: "Ms. Enya, play cards and cards..."

The blond figure is exactly the image of the dragon god Enya in the neural network——After such a long time, Amoen already knew that the real identity of the "tea egg" lady who replied to his message was actually Tarrond's " "Gods" are the guardians of the oldest civilization in this world. After the initial shock, doubts and caution, the three retired gods, including Mirmina, are in this spiritual world built by mortals. Established communication and gradually became acquainted with each other.

Knowing the real identity of the other party, of course, Amoen would not choose to use such a weird name as "tea egg" to call the ancient asylum in front of him, which even the gods feel awe of. Respect, on the other hand... because in this way, the other party will not continue to use the name "High Speed ​​Buck" to call himself.

"Amoen," Enya, who seemed to be in deep thought, woke up. She raised her head to see the visitor, nodded slightly to greet her, and then shook her head again, "Sorry, I won't be playing cards today."

"Stop playing cards? Because Mirmina didn't come?" Amon was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized, "That's okay, I called Duarte over, anyway, he is idle most of the time..."

"No, let's suspend today's 'Gods Game' for a day, I'm busy with some things," Enya interrupted Amon's words, and said with a serious expression, "It's very important."

It was only then that Amorn noticed that subtle and vague translucent sparks were jumping in the air in front of the former dragon god, which was a sign that a certain query window was being opened—due to the restrictions of the privacy system, it could be opened without authorization. Internet users cannot directly observe the windows opened by other users, and this further made Amon curious: "Are you checking something?"

"Look up some information," Enya nodded, and turned on the authorization of the query interface, and those translucent fuzzy sparks immediately became clear in front of Amon's eyes, "but I found that the information here is not complete—neural network The database in is clearly still a long way from being perfected."

Amoen didn't care about what the other party said in the last sentence. His attention was already attracted by the key words that popped up on the interface. Mental Preparation, by Pittman.

Amorn: "...?"

He was stunned for a long time before finally reacting: "Why are you checking these? Do you need to take care of... the child?"

He almost bit his tongue when he said the last few words, because this topic is too weird, and its development direction has exceeded the logical range shared by humans and gods.

Enya's attitude was very calm. She shook her head and said without any change in expression: "It was entrusted by a friend to take care of it. Gao Wen's entrustment."

She finally added Gao Wen's name.

The corners of Amoen's eyes trembled. He felt that the weirdness of this incident did not seem to decrease at all...

Enya glanced at Amoen, silently closed the authorized sharing of the query window, and asked casually: "I remember that you once held the authority of life, which is somewhat related to what I am querying—in terms of taking care of cubs , do you have any suggestion?"

"This... I'm afraid I can't give you any advice," Amon's expression suddenly became weird. "The species on the Loren Continent are okay, but the baby dragon... I haven't taken care of it..."

"Then you won't be able to help me," Enya shook her head, "I'd better try my best."

Amorn: "..."

After being unceremoniously ordered to evict guests, Amon could only shake his head and leave the square sheltered by the golden oak tree. He had nothing to do for a while, and he did not contact Mier who should have already entered the network. Instead, Mina walked slowly along a straight and wide road outside the square leading to the central area.

Even if there is nothing to do, as long as he can walk here, look at other minds who are also strolling in the street, and feel this world supported by countless mortal minds "breathing" around him, this old natural God will relax and feel a kind of heartfelt joy.

After walking like this for an unknown amount of time, Amoen suddenly stopped. In his sight, a girl in a white dress with a happy smile on her face was sitting on a bench not far away. Going up, he beckoned to himself from a distance.

It was one of the guides in the mind network, and it was also the first individual he knew in this world—a girl named Patty.

Amorn walked towards the figure sitting on the bench, with a kind smile on his face: "Patty."

"Mr. Highway Buck!" Patty jumped off the bench lightly, stood in front of Amon with a smile, and greeted happily, "Are you taking a walk? It's rare to see you so leisurely these days Walking along the road—every time I saw you in the past few days, you were playing cards, or arguing with people about current affairs or religious matters."

"No one will play cards with me today," Amon spread his hands helplessly, "I haven't found a topic to argue with anyone for a while."

He didn't refute the other party's title of "high-speed buck", but accepted it naturally, as if he was used to it.

"Don't you play cards? That's good too," Patty laughed even more happily, "You should explore more in the city, meet more people, go to more places-this is an incredible world, interesting There are so many meaningful things, it would be too wasteful to just play poker with friends every day.”

While talking, this lively girl stretched out her hand to Amorn: "Let me take you to the newly created 'Imprint Hall' to have a look. It is the newly opened virtual image museum in the city. Grandpa Norris and several immortals Lecturers work there and pass on their knowledge to anyone who visits the hall - it's fun."

Amoen didn't know the names mentioned by Patty, but he was still infected by the other party's enthusiasm, and he stretched out his hand with a smile, letting the girl grab his generous palm, which felt slightly cold in the softness It came, and the next second, he suddenly froze.

"Mr. Highway Buck?" Patty noticed this change, and immediately cast a curious look, "Did something happen?"

"Patty," Amon looked at the young girl in front of him, and his eyes fell on the hand that was holding him, "What's wrong with your body?"