Chapter 1244 The Door Opens Gradually

The pale golden curtain was like a barrier separating reality from illusion, and it closed silently under the golden oak tree. Gao Wen's figure disappeared in the fallen leaves blown up by the breeze, and the square returned to silence.

Beside the square table, the oldest gods and the gods in charge of nature and magic looked back, and Amoen shook his head slightly and muttered: "He really can't be idle..."

"If he's free, I'm afraid we won't have the leisure to spend time here," Mirmina said casually, and then looked up at Enya next to her, "He's going to Tarrond... ...you don't have any ideas?"

"That is no longer a place for me to intervene," Enya said in a calm voice, with a calm expression, "I just hope that everything he will do in the future will go well... In Tarrond, I really leave Too many messes have been made, but neither I nor the current Dragon Clan are able to solve the problems at the door of the house, and it is not the Dragon Clan's style to let these burdens fall on a person who was originally irrelevant."

"Who didn't leave a mess?" Amon suddenly smiled, "We guys who came here to hide and relax... have left the troubles of the outside world to the mortals."

"After all, we can only add to their confusion by staying in those positions," Mirmina said unhurriedly, and then glanced at the square table in front of her, "Ah, now there are only three of us left ——How about replacing mahjong with playing cards?"

"Can't you care about anything other than thinking about these things on weekdays?" Amoen suddenly muttered helplessly, and at the same time, he brushed the simple square stone table with his palm casually, and the messy mahjong table on the table silently turned into Cards, he continued to mutter as he stretched out his hand to the cards, "You're almost becoming a card player for a while..."

"You didn't pull me to play cards back then?" Mier Mina immediately glared at the former God of Nature, but she didn't slow down at all when she grabbed the cards in her hand, "What I did was so meaningful. The administrators found loopholes in the neural network or something... But Naritel and those administrators are really unreasonable. Instead of thanking me, they always make trouble for me. In the end, it is still interesting to play cards. Ah, Ms. Enya, you Is there any free time later?"

Enya glanced at Mirmina, grabbed the cards in her hand, and replied casually: "I will help take care of the children at night, but I have nothing to do until then, I can play with you for a while."

"Are the two little guys healthy?" Amoen raised his head and asked while drawing cards, "I heard that the 'mutation' caused by their infestation with dark blue magic has recently developed a further trend, if necessary I'll help, just say it."

"No problem, it's just a normal development - the mark left by the dark blue magic power has become a part of their body structure, and this part will change with their growth, but it is the most normal..." Enya said casually,

But suddenly she noticed that Mirmina's expression was a little weird—the former goddess of magic seemed to be a little distracted all of a sudden, and even forgot to reach out to grab the cards, which made Enya a little curious, "Did you get distracted?"

"Wait, I suddenly feel...something is wrong..." Mirmina woke up startled, blinked with a confused expression, her eyes slowly moved on Enya and Amoen, "Sentinel... Remember when we were discussing the Sentinels?"

"Of course I remember, but we don't have any conclusions," Amoen said casually, but his face immediately became serious after noticing Mirmina's expression, "Huh? Could it be that you... thought of something?"

"No, I didn't think of anything," Mirmina shook her head slowly, but her eyes seemed to be in a daze, "I'm like you, I don't know anything about the 'sentry', I just suddenly It feels weird...like I'm missing something important...but I don't know what I'm missing."

"What's wrong with your memory?" Amorn looked at the "Goddess of Magic" seriously, "Theoretically, this is impossible—the memory of a god is indelible, I have never heard of any god who loses his memory .”

"You need to confirm your status again." Enya put down the cards in her hand and said in a serious voice, "If you can't confirm the problem in the end...we have to tell Gao Wen about this situation. Although this is still not a clue of reference value, it can at least make him more vigilant."

...

The cold wind in late autumn howled across the vast and desolate plain. This wind connected Winter Wolf Castle and Longwind Fortress, and recently converged into a cold cyclone in the plain area between the two. The flag flutters and flutters in the wind, and under the flag you can often see blown dry dust and withered yellow grass rolled from nowhere.

Winter is really coming, but for the technical and engineering teams stationed on this land, the fire-like enthusiasm will not slack off day and night.

Around the castle made of boulders and molten metal, three huge energy facilities have stood upright between the sky and the earth. Those iron-gray towers stand in the cold wind, and there are several metal and concrete towers around the towers. The built subsidiary magical organs with a sharp tip like a huge "needle", runes exuding light blue light emerged from the base and shell of these magical facilities, and on the sharp tops of those facilities , the bright magic sparks are constantly jumping like lightning, connecting into dazzling arcane circles one after another. Every flicker of those sparks is accompanied by the release of powerful energy. If you walk around the tower, even ordinary people can Slightly feel the "magic infiltration" like nerve chills.

Those sparks are huge amounts of energy that even high-level mages can't easily gather. In the old days, such an intensity of energy was enough to maintain the operation of a medium-sized mage tower. However, here, the combination of advanced and ancient arcane extraction technology makes This huge energy has become the most common "firewood". Every time the towers flicker, they can directly compress and extract the magic power of this scale, and continuously transmit it to the contracting fort located in the center of the entire facility group. In the middle, it was transmitted to the "door" deep in the castle that seemed to never be able to be filled.

In the main hall of the Contracting Fort, the lights are bright, and the technicians shuttle back and forth.

A huge and complex device has been built in this modified and strengthened hall. It has a triangular base made of alloy. This huge base presents a stepped layered structure, like an ancient altar. On the edge of each layer of structure, countless fine runes and guide rails distributed between the runes, embedded crystals, and thin brass tubes responsible for cooling the entire system can be seen.

Those brass pipes go deep into the base, and activated pure water and liquefied crystal dust flow inside. They must run non-stop. Once their heat dissipation function fails, the huge energy can be transmitted almost instantly. All hardware of the door is integrated.

And above this triangular base is the "trunk" of the portal. There are three curved alloy "arms" extending from the three vertices of the base, as if guarding an invisible sphere in mid-air They converge, and between these three arc-shaped alloy "arms", there is a huge metal ring floating. The ring is lying on the base at this moment, and it seems to be in a dormant state.

Huge amounts of energy are constantly being gathered into this hall. At the center of the portal device, in the midair surrounded by the floating ring, a group of distorted light and shadow is expanding and shrinking, and some ancient and distant breath is constantly flowing from its depths. spread everywhere.

Kamel floated next to this gigantic portal device, raised his head and stared at the alloy "arms" and metal rings that were being charged, the two groups of arcane sparks embedded in his face shone brightly, and Only the most familiar people can see the surging heart of this ancient arcane master from these two rays of light.

"I really didn't expect... this thing can work so smoothly..." He couldn't help but whispered to himself.

"This is because we have been preparing for this day for many years," a female voice that has only recently become familiar came from the side. Kamel turned his head and saw the legendary magician Windsor from the Typhon Empire. Ms. Mapel was standing next to her, "The technology required for the portal comes from ancient times. In that period of history that has been obliterated by time, a group of people used this technology to open the door to the Kingdom of God, and Worshiping the power leaked from the gate or some 'entity' as a miracle...so advanced, yet so ignorant, and the contradictory product it brought brought a whole family of Augustus in Typhon Two hundred years of suffering."

"I know this, Eye of God... Even from the perspective of a Gondorian magister and an ancient rebel, the efforts of your emperor and his family are enough to be called great," Kamel said sincerely, and his eyes returned to the portal, "It's also thanks to the God's Eye that we can build such a 'gate' now, isn't it?"

"Yes, thanks to the God's Eye... We have restored the miracle of ancient technology here, and we have used our own wisdom," Ms. Windsor Mapel sighed in her tone, and then she continued With curiosity and anticipation, "Master Kamel, what do you think will be behind that door?"

"...I don't know." Kamel was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said frankly, "No one has ever seen what the Kingdom of God of War looks like. As a former rebel, I have never seen the Kingdom of God What romantic imaginations and expectations. But I can be sure of one thing...it must conform to the common imagination made by thousands of God of War believers in the past thousands of years."

"Then it must have had a wall built of swords and shields, palaces and squares where warriors rested and feasted, and 'the Arena of Eternity' under the watchful eye of the gods - so described in the books of the God of War Yes," Windsor Mapel said with a faint smile, "I just don't know whether his kingdom of God also collapsed after the fall of God of War... When we passed through that gate, what we saw Probably only some remaining fragments."

Kamel turned his head and glanced at this lady from Typhon, who might be one of the most outstanding mages of the contemporary era. He saw some familiar brilliance on her not-so-beautiful face.

That is the brilliance that belongs to researchers, explorers, and pioneers, with strong curiosity, thirst for knowledge, and a little bit of ignorance and fearlessness.

He is really familiar with this expression. A thousand years ago, in the age when mortals knew almost nothing about gods and could only explore with limited knowledge and protective techniques that were of no use, there were countless people like this. of researchers have devoted themselves to the front line against gods and fate. They are the most intelligent, most creative, and most capable of creating value—but they are also the closest to danger. Almost every day, such people fall down, and those who survive ... will gradually become an appearance that makes them feel unfamiliar.

But that time has passed—Kammel couldn’t help thinking this way—and the hard work of the predecessors has finally formed a rich legacy, so a new generation of "disobedient" (now it should be called Theocratic Council Scholars) They can conduct research and exploration under relatively safe conditions, and they can be bolder than their predecessors, without having to squeeze themselves into a state that is not human-like in extreme vigilance and prudence... This is really a good times.

But even so, Kamel still felt that it was necessary to remind this "junior" in front of him.

"Don't go into knowledge about gods with too much expectation and curiosity, even if we have confirmed that those gods are essentially benevolent, their power is too dangerous for us," he couldn't help reminding, Although the other party is a Typhonian, since the establishment of the alliance and the establishment of the new order built by His Majesty, the former rift between the two countries has been gradually eliminated. At least in this facility, he wants to treat the other party as a "Careful and vigilant is the proper attitude, and it is an eternal attitude."

Maybe she is already outstanding enough in her own field, but in Kamel's view, this master magician from Typhon is obviously not cautious enough in the field of gods.

Windsor Mapel couldn't help looking at this "ancient scholar" who came out of ancient history, looking at the "eyes" of the other party shining with arcane brilliance, in the face that could no longer be called a human being at all. , She couldn't discern the expression of the arcane master, but from the tone of the other party, she could hear the sincerity of this suggestion, and the heavy weight behind the sincerity.

How many pioneers' lives were exchanged for that weight?

Living in this era, Windsor can't imagine. All she can do is to bow her head and humbly accept the advice of this ancient scholar: "I will always keep it in mind, Master Kamel."

"You are also a master, and you have a lot of knowledge that amazes me," Kamel smiled, but his smile was hard to detect by others, "I hope we can continue to cooperate happily in the next project process."

Windsor showed a faint smile, and reached out to Kamel: "I look forward to it too."

Behind them, pure and powerful arcane energy is surging in the huge portal device. This primitive and pure energy is gradually building a door leading to the kingdom of God. Escaping, an unknown realm opened a gap to mortals, and the glory of the Kingdom of God sprinkled in the hall.

Once upon a time, this brilliance also symbolized the supreme will, the common awe of thousands of believers, and the "grace" that countless priests sacrificed themselves in exchange for.

However, no one in this hall now worships that brilliance as a miracle—for the people gathered here, all of this is just a necessary part for mortals to understand the world.