Chapter 1208 Meet Again

The latest website: In the last ray of light left by the setting sun, the giant eagles from the Silver Empire flapped their giant wings and landed on the Pioneer Square near the city center. These proud and well-trained giant raptors were solemn and orderly, He lowered his body on the land of a foreign country and let the rider behind him land on the ground, while the last rays of light in the sky flowed away from the top of the buildings around the square almost at the same time, and night fell on the imperial capital.

However, the darkness did not arrive as expected—the magic spar lamps had already been lit, and the bright light sprinkled from the top of the tall iron pillars, making the square and the surrounding roads as bright as day, and the welcoming teams greeted them from both sides. At the edge of the square, a huge holographic projection soared into the sky, with gorgeous streamers shining on it and welcome speeches in two languages ​​at the same time. The cheerful music echoed over the square. It was a human song—but it was mixed. With an elf-style twist.

Azmore got off the back of the giant eagle, and before he had time to carefully observe this human imperial capital, the lights, shadows and sounds that filled his eyes and ears made him stunned for a moment, and then he slowly got used to it, and his eyes swept over those Wearing "modern clothes" that are very different from what they remember, looking radiant, they looked at the bright and neat street lights and the towering buildings on the edge of the square. Over the huge holographic projections floating in the air, they saw the faint light in the distance. There are crystal towers of light, mechanical clock towers, flying machines loitering in the sky farther away, and even giant dragons flying at night.

The pair of eyes bestowed by God allowed him to see farther in the night, and what he saw were details that he could not see when looking down from the sky.

The oldest surviving druid sage widened his eyes in surprise—he still remembered the grand scene of the Gondor Empire back then, and also remembered the country established by the pioneers who overcame the thorns and thorns after the demon tide, but everything... ...all very different from what he saw today.

"This is...the 'Cecil Empire' reborn from the ashes?" He whispered in surprise, "I thought..."

"You think it should be rougher, more like a militaristic military empire, don't you?" A smiling female voice came from behind, waking the old Druid up, "It's just like many people have rumored."

"...I don't have this kind of prejudice, empress, I know that a military empire that can only use military force cannot establish an alliance that unifies the power of the entire continent," Azmore shook his head slowly, "But I really didn't expect that It will look like this... The human beings in my memory are shorter than elves, but more serious than elves, and in this city-everything is growing wantonly."

He used the word "growth wantonly" to describe the city he saw, because what he saw was indeed different from others - in those god-given eyes, he could see "vitality" and "vigor" ", he can see the power behind those seemingly cold buildings, he can see that the whole city is shrouded in a huge and activated energy field, and at the same time he can see the power formed by thousands of minds. "Resonance", a positive, confident and majestic spiritual resonance covers the city,

And this kind of powerful, fresh, cohesive force, he has not seen for many centuries.

"There are twelve different intelligent species gathered in this city, and they include dozens of peoples from all over the world. There are dragons from Tarrond and elves from the Silver Empire. The dwarves will do business here. , there are also gray elves studying here—once in a while, you may even meet a siren from the deep sea," Belsetia said with a smile, "I know what you mean by 'grow wantonly'... ...Although I don't have your eyes, I can also see how huge power is gathered in this land."

"...As the leader of the Druid 'Orthodox Church' today, is it appropriate to admit that he does not have the 'God-given Eye'?" Azmore did not raise his head, but said in a very calm and indifferent tone, "In the past three thousand years , the Chenxing family has never acknowledged this."

"It's not important anymore," Belsetia said softly, looking up not far away, a tall figure had appeared at the end of the carpet, and the artificial lights on the square seemed to weave a curtain behind that figure, " Meet the human hero who 'resurrected from the dead' - he has come."

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In the shadow world shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the rebellious courtyard has maintained the same peace for thousands of years, as if a holy giant deer like a hill is lying motionless on the floating boulders and the huge metal In the structure, he seems to be resting with his eyes closed, while a large number of man-made devices that are as small as toys compared to his body are distributed around him. Runes flash on the surface of the devices, and the brilliance of magic flows slowly.

A huge lady in a black gloomy long dress, whose lower body is half-empty and half-solid like a cloud, is sitting on a stone pillar not far from the giant deer, with her hands on her knees, staring intently at the magic net terminal not far ahead. , above the specially-made large terminal, the huge holographic projection is showing the love, hatred and hatred in the mortal world-the ups and downs of the story are enough to attract the eyes of gods.

After such a long time, the giant deer with its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes, glanced at Mirmina and said casually: "You have watched it for the third time, aren't you tired?"

"A classic play deserves to be watched more than ten times—I've only watched it three times," Mirmina said without hesitation, without looking back, "and I think you should also watch this— — I think it's by far the funniest story I've ever seen, unlike any drama mortals have ever created..."

Amoen was originally not interested in the "dramas" that Mirmina was concerned about, but at this moment he couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

"It has something to do with the sacred legend of the Church of the Holy Light!" Mirmina said immediately, her eyes seemed to be shining with light—in fact, her eyes were indeed shining with light, and each ray of light was enough to power a high-power mana The engine has been running for two days. "It tells the story of the first generation of Holy Light Apostles leading the tribal people in the dark to find the 'sacred place where the grains are always ripe'. The spirit eater, and even the fake holy land that devours flesh and blood and grows continuously, pretending to be a fertile land. In the end, the holy man took the people back to the place where they started, only to find that the holy land is their hometown...

"Hey, let me tell you, it's really good to jump directly to the scene five hundred years later at the last time. At the intersection where the saint led his tribe to set off, such a big city was built..."

Amoen listened quietly to Mirmina's narration, and then suddenly said after a long time: "There is no God in the holy legends, and there is no church in the stories of the church. They really did this..."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," Mirmina smiled, and leaned on the stone pillar behind her rather relaxedly, "It's human beings who write stories, human beings who tell stories, and human beings who listen to stories. Well... God is in the story, in that involuntary story, and now they can finally get God out of that involuntary story, which is good for everyone.

"If one day they actually do a ghost show about the Goddess of Magic, tell everyone that the original 'Miracle of the Source of Magic' was made up by a seriously alcoholic magician after getting high, the original Goddess of Magic oracle It stems from the severe ringing in the ears of an old magician after waking up...then I really want to thank their whole family..."

Amoen was a little surprised: "Oracle? So you really sent an oracle in the early years? Didn't you say that you never answered the prayers of believers?"

"...you are young and ignorant," Mirmina sighed, "when you were born, you were muddled, and you are not unaware of that state—you were asleep and suddenly heard someone call yourself, so you subconsciously responded Well, I didn't know that there would be no end after responding once..."

Amon seemed to be holding back a smile, his eyes narrowed, and he said after a while: "The 'Reform Plan' of the Theocratic Council will first start with those churches that have declined or are declining, or churches like the Holy Light Churches that are already completely under secular control - so maybe they will actually 'tell a new story' about the goddess of magic, which you can expect. But then again, the story they have to tell is not There must always be a routine - can you accept it?"

"What is unacceptable?" Mirmina said indifferently, "I accept the funeral..."

"I have discussed his plan with Gao Wen, and I have also read some materials from the Theocratic Council," Amon said unhurriedly, "They not only need to make theocratic power secular, but also need to humanize and popularize the gods. Considering the current acceptance of the public, they should not be able to portray the gods as villains in a short time, but perhaps in their next "new story", the goddess of magic will be assigned a secular "personality" ', appearing beautifully on the stage..."

Before Amoen finished speaking, Mirmina began to think seriously, and said seriously after pondering: "If their protective equipment can withstand it, I think I can do it myself..."

Amorn: "..."

Mir Mina looked at him curiously: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Sometimes I always feel that I can't catch up with your train of thought..." Amoen said slowly, "Especially this time."

"I think this is normal," Mirmina said nonchalantly, "Compared to me, you are not good at thinking..."

Amoen closed his eyes, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to this "neighbor" who refused to leave, but suddenly, as if he sensed something, he opened his eyes at once - the holy radiance was brighter than before.

"What's wrong with you?" Mirmina sensed the turbulent atmosphere around Amoen, she had never felt a similar reaction from this peaceful nature god, "You..."

"I feel..." Amoen murmured softly as if in a dream, his eyes fell on the gate in front of the disobedient courtyard, "They are here..."

"They? Who are they?" Mirmina froze for a moment, she didn't react at first, but soon she remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes towards Amoen also became a little complicated, "...need Do I leave?"

"...Thank you for your understanding," Amoen said in a low voice, "Also, please do me a favor before you leave."

Mirmina stood up. She looked at Amoen's huge and scarred body, and guessed what the God of Nature was going to say before the other party continued: "I understand—be decent?"

Amoen lowered his eyelids slightly: "I just don't want them to worry."

In the courtyard of disobedience, low-pitched buzzing sounds began to sound from everywhere, and the high-power magic net units and amplification and projection arrays began to operate under the command of the remote control center, and the crystals fixed in the base broke away. The groove slowly rotated around the two gods, and at the same time as the anti-divinity barrier was activated, Mirmina also waved her arm gently in the direction of Amorn.

The criss-cross metal and crystal fragments on the giant deer quickly faded and disappeared in a twisted mist of light, and were covered by an invisible optical barrier. Those shocking wounds were also covered and covered. After just a few breaths, set sail The weapons and spaceship fragments of the attackers were all hidden, and only the holy giant deer was left in place, lying prone in the middle of a piece of floating rubble.

And Mirmina's figure... had disappeared before that.

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A team passed through the portal of the Shadow Realm at the bottom of the Rebellious Fortress, and headed towards the deepest part of the Rebellious Fortress. After reaching the last corridor, Belsetia stopped and signaled the accompanying elves to stay here.

"Your Majesty," an elf military officer couldn't help but stepped forward, "we should..."

"Just wait here," Belsetia said in a gentle but unquestionable tone, "His Majesty Gawain Cecil and I have the ability to protect our own safety - the way forward from here does not need too much There are many people."

The military attache lowered his head, accepted the Queen's order, and then led the guards to the nearby rest area. Belsetia looked at Gawain and nodded slightly.

Gawain's gaze fell to the side not far away, where several old-faced silver elves were standing there. They were wearing classical robes that no longer belonged to this era, and old-era crowns and ceremonial beads that had long been abandoned by the current royal family. In a row, they are like a group of ghosts walking out of an ancient painting—but they really stand in this place.

The archdruid Azmore stood in front of these ancient priests, with a calm face, neither sad nor happy, as if he was just quietly waiting for his own fate, or an answer.

The gate leading to the garden of disobedience is just ahead, the security device near the gate is operating, the runes on the gate are flashing, and the energy field of the anti-god barrier has been connected to the barrier system of the fortress of disobedience itself.

Gawain exhaled lightly, and stepped forward to activate the gate. Amid the creaking sound of the mechanical device pushing the heavy gate, he nodded slightly to the ancient priest who came from history: "Master Azmore, please Bar."

Azmore took a deep breath, stepped across the gate, and stepped out, as if three thousand years had passed.

He saw in front of him a space shrouded in darkness and chaos. That space was completely opposite to the legendary kingdom of God, but there was a holy light rising in the distance, as if dispelling the surrounding darkness. He saw that there was something in that light. The mountain-like figure is lying quietly, just looking at the past, one can feel a colossal power and the kindness and warmth from the depths of the soul.

The old priest suddenly felt that he was in a trance. The countless thoughts, guesses and plans that had sprouted along the way all collapsed and became a reality at this moment. All the emotions accumulated three years ago also landed heavily at this moment. He was almost Subconsciously took a step forward, and suddenly felt a long-lost power emerge from the depths of his heart.

His divine magic that had been exhausted for three thousand years returned, and his connection with the gods was re-established. He became a priest with divine magic and could pray again, just like three thousand years ago.

He took another step forward, and the figure in the radiance became clear, and he felt familiar eyes falling on him, peaceful and warm.

A deep and pleasant voice sounded in the hearts of every priest: "You are here..."

So they wept bitterly.