Chapter 1174 "Splitting"?

Latest URL: In this world, is there anything that can scare gods like Amorn and Mirmina?

Not church wars, not great waves of disobedience, not even self-fall, but—God will be born.

The birth of each god means that the relationship between humans and gods is further locked, and the more such locked relationships, it means that this season's human civilization will be more biased on the road of "humanity" and "divinity". The latter step, when this tendency develops to a certain extent, even gods like them who have already left the position of gods, may be pulled back into the ranks of gods by mortals who have fallen into religious fanaticism at any time. For Amorn and Mirmina, who finally gained limited freedom at the price... It is undoubtedly a terrifying thing.

There was a moment of silence in the disobedient courtyard, neither Gawain nor Mirmina spoke, and the hazy light on the silent Amorn shrank unsteadily, which seemed to show that the God of Nature was not at peace. After a while, Gao Wen said again: "Maybe our speculation is too far."

"Indeed, everything is speculation now, without evidence, all of this is nothing more than an extension of conspiracy theories," Milmina sighed softly, "It's just based on what the Violet Kingdom has done for six hundred years and the gods Judging from the logic behind the operation, these black boxes do have the hidden danger of shaping 'artificial miracles'..."

"But in fact magic is not miraculous, is it?" Amoen's voice came from the side, "These black boxes have been spread for six hundred years, magic is still magic, and magicians are still the least religious people in the world." A determined crowd, ordinary people are deeply in awe of magic and spellcasters, but it is always the awe of mortals for mortals-no one really treats magic as a miracle, even if it is an uninformed countryman, I also know that those lightning bolts and fireballs are man-made."

"So this is where our speculations are untenable," Gao Wen nodded, "The 'black box' is just one of the possible factors that make ordinary people regard magic as a miracle, but it is neither a necessary factor nor a sufficient factor. It is indeed too arbitrary to think that the Violet Kingdom is trying to 'create gods', and another fact is also very puzzling...that is their 'isolated' attitude towards the existing belief in the goddess of magic."

"There is one thing to say, indeed," Amon agreed, "They tried their best to exclude the belief of the goddess of magic from the kingdom, but exported a black-box magic system that might be regarded as a 'miracle', It would be too contradictory to say that they are trying to create beliefs in the field of magic... Of course, there is also a possibility that they feel that the Goddess of Magic is unreliable, so they decided to create a reliable one..."

Before Amoen finished speaking, Mirmina had already glared at her: "Discuss the problem, let's discuss the problem, don't rise to the attack of the godhead..."

"I'm making an inference based on the existing conditions—how about you think of a more reasonable explanation?" Amon said with a blank face (he has always been blank),

"Do you really think that you are qualified as a god?"

"Okay, okay, the crux of the problem is not here." Gao Wen saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly interrupted the two gods' conversation, "Let's pay more attention to the Violet Kingdom. Anxiety is getting stronger..."

"We can't discuss anything here," Mirmina said in a serious tone, looking down at Gao Wen. "That land is a darkness to me. I'm afraid the things I know are nothing more than that." If you want to figure out what those mysterious 'Violet Mages' are doing, you still have to find a way to infiltrate them."

"We have already tried this, but with little success." Gao Wen shook his head regretfully, "Of course, we will continue to work hard, and at the same time, we will continue to try to establish a direct relationship with Violet's upper echelons through official channels." The way of dialogue... They still haven't responded to the invitation sent by the Alliance, but at least in the private letter with Cecil or Typhon, the 'Prince of the Secret Law' is not a 'hermit' who... completely refuses to communicate."

After deliberating in his mind, he replaced the word "do not speak human language" with the more peaceful "refused to communicate".

At this moment, Amoen suddenly spoke up: "Actually, I'm suddenly a little curious... Is there no belief in the goddess of magic and the god of nature in the Violet Kingdom, or...there is no belief in other gods?"

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, this was a direction he had never thought of before, only now that he was reminded by Amoen, he suddenly realized... There seems to be a trick behind it.

"If the Violet Territory only rejects the belief in the Goddess of Magic, then things can be more or less conjectured in the direction of conspiracy—they may want to usurp the god's position, just like the "artificial gods" of the Death of All Things Society, their goal may be It is aimed at the position occupied by Mirmina, and if they reject all gods internally, this matter will become more subtle," Amoen said slowly, "A country that is untrustworthy by the whole people is promoting it to the outside world. Black box technology that can easily lead to 'miracle', this kind of behavior is somewhat... schizophrenic."

"Spiritual schizophrenia..." Gao Wen's eyebrows trembled uncontrollably. Amon's words were quite surprising, but soon he felt that this description was very appropriate, and it accurately described the feeling that the Violet Kingdom had always given him. — Definitely schizophrenic.

"I will continue to investigate this matter." Finally, Gao Wen took a long breath. He did not get the clues he wanted from Mirmina this time, but he got something unexpected. I need to go back and think about the intelligence. As for now, it is time to say goodbye and leave, "If you two have any new ideas or discoveries, you can also contact me as soon as possible."

Mirmina lowered her head, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in her eyes hidden in the mysterious mist: "Of course, I am very happy."

Gawain nodded, but before turning to leave, his eyes suddenly fell on Amoen again: "By the way, there is one more thing."

Amorn's voice came immediately: "It seems to be related to me?"

"Beersetia sent a message. She has contacted those...the ancient druid priests who are still 'sticking to the tradition'. These priests may leave the Silver Empire soon. She hopes that you...can do Get ready."

The giant deer Amoen fell silent. He didn't speak for the next half a minute. Gawain didn't rush, but just stood aside and waited silently until the former God of Nature finally broke the silence: "Reply to that little Empress... let them come. I have been preparing here for three thousand years, and now there is nothing more to prepare."

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At the southernmost tip of the Loren Continent, the vast and boundless jungle has blocked the home of the elves for generations. The lush tropical plants cover the main island of the Silver Empire and the vast land beside the return coast. This lush forest is connected to each other. The frontier of the Ogure Tribal State and the Typhon Empire, extending to the territory of the Gaoling Kingdom in the north, and extending to the southern coast of the main island in the south.

The extremely high coverage of the jungle makes most of the Silver Empire look like it is in a primitive state to be developed, so that residents of many surrounding countries will have such a wrong impression of the territory of the elves, thinking that the elves empire is a traditional and Obsolete, a country that has maintained a low-development state for thousands of years, sitting on advanced ancestral technology but unwilling to actively change the living environment-the more backward the information dissemination is, the more the aliens have the wrong impression of the elven empire So, because in those rural taverns and streets and alleys, the processed poems of the bards still occupy the dominant position, and in the stories of the bards, the "primitive, natural, peaceful and elegant elf" is obviously far more advanced than the "advanced , Discipline, and a fighting nation where the whole people are martial" is much more friendly.

However, the actual Silver Empire is not as gentle and harmless as described in the story—in the depths of the primeval jungle, there is an advanced and powerful ancient empire hidden. Countless ancestral legacies that have been settled on this land through untold hardships.

In the depths of the vast jungle, there are extraction factories and gas delivery stations with a history of tens of thousands of years. Under the solid ground are countless production facilities and energy distribution nodes. The receiving and sending terminals of real-time communication, between every river and the source of magic power, there are sensors and interference devices with a long history.

These things that condense the thick history have spanned thousands of years and jointly maintained the operation of a huge empire, and the elves just hid all of this skillfully in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown just out of their own aesthetics and nature Between the forest and the valley, so that in the entire Silver Empire, there are only three places that stand out from the primitive jungle, displaying their advanced existence in a high-profile way——

One is undoubtedly the sky fortress "Temple of Stars" that floats in the sky and never falls, and it is also the control node of the Sentinel Tower system; the other is the prosperous capital standing in the heart of the empire, the true residence of the Silver Queen. The royal court is located in the center of the royal city; the third is the magnificent bridge connecting the main island of the empire and the mainland of Loren, known as one of the "miracles of the ancient times", the "Bridge of Homecoming".

On the north side of the main island of the Silver Empire, on a quiet high mountain near the Huiliu coast, the pale golden sunset is casting the last light of today on the horizon. In the gradually darkening sky, a huge ancient tree standing on the top of the mountain is blowing in the wind There was a rustling sound.

At the foot of the giant tree, an oak hut is built next to the tree. The hut is surrounded by quiet flower fields and wooden fences that seem to grow and form directly from the land. A primitive and natural atmosphere fills this quiet hermitage. An old elf with a hunched back was walking out of the house and came to the edge of the mountain, looking into the distance in a daze.

Silver elves have a long lifespan, and for most of their lives, their appearance remains between youth and middle age. Although the elves can accurately judge the approximate age of a compatriot from their appearance, at least In the eyes of foreigners, more than 90% of the silver elves are "young and beautiful"-the ability to show an aging state that is particularly obvious in the eyes of foreigners can only show that a silver elf has lived for too long , has experienced a long history far beyond human imagination.

In midsummer, this country near the equator is shrouded in scorching heat. Even though dusk is approaching, the heat in the air has not dissipated at all, but the wind on the top of the mountain is still cooler. Then, the old elf with hunched back and blond hair that had turned pale smiled slightly, squinting his eyes and looking to the north.

At the edge of the forest, at the end of the main island, the gigantic miracle "Bridge of Homecoming" made of ancient alloys and enchanted boulders is bathed in the setting sun. With a certain texture between metal and rock, the wide and abnormal bridge surface is full of brilliance. The magic "light boat" used to transport materials and the mechanical puppet responsible for maintaining the bridge deck diversion facilities shuttle back and forth on the bridge. Like a school of fish in the river, busy.

That is the most important lifeline of the Silver Empire, the main artery that connects the main island of the empire with the continent of Loren. The ancestors of the ancient times built it with technology that is now irreproducible, and named it "Homecoming" ——The elves of later generations are not quite sure why their ancestors chose such a name in the first place, but everyone still gives this bridge a meaning that fits its name in this era: the elves who go out to experience must leave the main island. Passing through that bridge, one must also pass through that bridge when returning. The giant bridge connecting Loren is like a sustenance for the elves traveling abroad, a sustenance for returning home.

The old elf narrowed his eyes slightly, and the glow of the setting sun reflected by the Homecoming Bridge gradually blurred in his vision.

Not long after, when I stepped on that bridge... Will there be a day to return home?

A sound of footsteps came from behind suddenly, and the old elf didn't turn his head. He had already confirmed the identity of the comer from the familiar breath: "Karl, have you sent His Majesty to the foot of the mountain?"

"Yes, mentor," the young apprentice druid stood behind the old man, and replied respectfully, "I sent the Silver Queen to the foot of the mountain, watched her join the soldiers and servants waiting at the foot of the mountain, and then returned. "

The old elf nodded, and said in a low voice while slowly turning around: "That's good... But you still have to pay attention, you should respectfully call her 'Your Majesty' instead of calling her by her title."

The young druid apprentice named Carl looked a bit hesitant, but finally nodded: "I see, mentor."

The old elf showed a satisfied look on his face. He smiled and said slowly, "Come and watch the scenery with me, Karl."

The apprentice's expression became tangled again, but he did not disobey the teacher's wishes, but walked to the old elf's side. After holding back for another half a minute, he finally said, "Teacher, you really want to promise Baiyin... Your Majesty's Invitation, go to that distant northern empire?"

"Karl, this matter has been settled," the old elf smiled and shook his head gently, "what's the need to discuss it now?"

Seeing the mentor's indifferent attitude, the apprentice finally stopped suppressing his emotions forcibly, and his voice raised: "But don't you think there is a trap behind this invitation? What if there..."

"Carl," the old elf smiled gently, interrupting the apprentice's excited words with a very soft voice, "I don't think it's a trap—but one thing I know, whether it's a trap or not, this After I go, I probably won’t come back.”