Chapter 1578 Twilight Prelude

In the afternoon, the warm sun shines on the small garden on the side of the Cecil Palace. The sun shines through the branches of the trees beside the road, casting patches of mottled bright spots on the road, and there are new shoots scattered on the treetops. The wind swayed, three or two spring sparrows took off lightly from one of the twigs, and crossed the high and cloudless blue sky in the blink of an eye.

Gawain, who was walking in the garden, stopped. He raised his head to look at the direction where the birds were flying. After a while, he suddenly said softly to the air next to him: "The weather is warmer earlier than usual."

"Maybe the 'Goddess of Spring''s recent good mood made the power of spring a little bit stronger?" The next second, Amber's voice came from the air, and her figure gradually appeared beside Gao Wen. With a bright smile on his face, "By the way, can't you pretend that you didn't notice me once? I finally sneaked here, and it was a shock to be exposed by you so casually..."

"Let's talk about it when you have Ms. Ye's ability." Gao Wen rubbed the head of the shadow attack goose casually, and then asked casually as he walked forward, "You brought the news from the Theocratic Council." ?How is it going?"

Amber kept up with Gao Wen's footsteps with her short legs, and said cracklingly: "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. The council has sent a notice to every Orthodox Church in the city today. Said that he will actively cooperate with the festival activities held this month - don't worry about the preparations, the council has started to make arrangements for the next year's plan half a month ago, as long as the major sects can actively cooperate, everything will be fine Follow the schedule."

Speaking of this, she paused, and added: "The previous Resurrection Festival celebration set a 'demonstration' for everyone, and the orthodox churches should also understand, as long as they actively cooperate with the instructions of the Theocratic Council and ensure compliance with the laws of the empire , Large-scale sacrificial activities can also be successfully held in the city, and from this point of view, the event at the Recovery Festival was a successful 'rehearsal' for everyone."

Gawain listened, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "It sounds like they are quite cooperative. It seems that the liaisons sent by the major churches in the imperial capital have indeed been carefully selected."

"Nonsense, can we not cooperate? Those who were the most uncooperative back then can now weave mats on the graves." Hu Po spread her hands, "It is true that Emperor Gao Wen pursues a soft policy towards all parties, but your name The bloody smell behind the number has been hard to dissipate in the past few years, and those smart people who are still standing in the cathedral today are not goldfish, and their memory is very good."

"It's a good thing they can remember, it can avoid a lot of trouble," Gao Wen's footsteps gradually slowed down, he raised his head and looked up at the high blue sky, and in his sight, that round of magnificent grand sun had already crossed the sky The highest point in the sky is gradually approaching the horizon on the west side. The hazy phantom light escaping from around the giant sun occupies the sky like a cloud and occupies his sight. The magic tide observation device, as well as the shelters and archives in various places, all the projects have either entered the final stage or are entering the critical construction stage. At this time, we really don't have extra energy to face additional troubles.

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Amber looked up at Gao Wen, her expression hesitated, but after a while, she still spoke out what was on her mind: "Why do you have to schedule the launch of the Ragnarok project on the day when the mother star barrier is activated? Theoretically, before that day, we can get enough of the "equivalent" required by the kingdom of the gods. As long as all the kingdoms of the gods act at the same time, the dusk of the gods can be completed before the arrival of the demon tide... Can we get rid of this big trouble in advance? Okay? Then we can rest assured later and activate the barrier without any worries."

Gawain looked at Amber slightly, and said patiently: "I know you are worried that solving these two major problems together will make some people feel rushed, but in fact...in the entire Ragnarok plan, except Except for the early "shipping" process, there is almost no room for the earthly forces on our "side", the most critical part of the whole plan will be completed by the human part of the gods alone, and from the other side, the mother planet barrier plan It is done by mortals alone, you understand? These are actually two separate lines running.

"So, no matter whether the Ragnarok plan is started earlier or later, it will not interfere with the actions on the other line. On the other hand, the early actions of the gods will not improve the success rate of the entire plan. On the contrary, if Be patient, we will all have as much time as possible to prepare, which may make the whole plan a little bit more successful.

"On this side of the world, the part we can help the gods is to deliver more 'ammunition' to the past. An extra day of preparation means that the human half-body of the gods can have more cards in their hands, so we have to prepare to At the last moment, use all the strength you can use, in a sense, the problem we are going to solve this time is actually very simple-it is the equivalent, and the equivalent is the success rate, and everything else is false.”

Amber listened to Gao Wen's explanation thoughtfully, and nodded slowly: "It's true, anyway, there is only one chance to detonate early and late, and there is no point in detonating early except for peace of mind in advance, it is better to be patient." Wait until the parent star barrier is activated, and you will have an absolute advantage... But then again, how much are you planning to pile up 'over there'? I see your expression, why do you feel that the previous estimates of the council are conservative? ..."

Gao Wen thought about it for a while, with a calm expression on his face: "Rebecca and I have made a total calculation, and we are going to do three times the planned amount - the minimum and minimum can not be less than twice. This is called 'safety margin'... "

Amber was dumbfounded when she heard this: "God tm safety margin... Should I complain that you and Rebecca combined the problem, or should I complain that you count the equivalent as a safety margin..."

Listening to the Shadow Assault Goose's skillful choice of words and sentences, Gawain immediately expressed relief: "...Your way of speaking now has quite my charm."

"Don't talk about that," Amber was unusually more serious than Gawain this time, it seemed that the target equivalent equivalent to three times the theoretical value had frightened her quite a bit, she stared at Gao Wen , "Have you discussed this matter with the gods? Don't they don't know when the time comes, all of a sudden, all humans (nature) and gods (nature) will be destroyed..."

"Don't worry, I won't be so reckless." Gao Wen looked at the short winter melon in front of him with a half-smile. The human half-body has discussed these matters, and this is a measure that can increase the final success rate. They are very willing and willing to actively cooperate, and Rebecca also gave detailed safety guidance after precise calculations, in case the human half-body They were accidentally damaged."

"...there are safety guidelines, that's okay," Amber finally breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt that something was wrong, "Wait, Rebecca's safety guidelines? How did she guide them?"

Gao Wen thought for a while, and said calmly: "Keep farther away when the explosion occurs."

Amber: "...you two are serious?!"

Gao Wen waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's all supported by data, and you don't have to worry about the human half-body of the gods, they are one of the essence of gods, their fate is very hard, even in the explosion zone The periphery was rubbed a bit, at most it was covered with blood—but the half-body of divinity that was left in the heart must have been completely dead."

Amber held back for a long time, and finally said: "...you and Rebecca really deserve to be a family..."

...

This year is the 5th year of Cecil, and on the 25th of the month of recovery, a large-scale celebration was finally held as scheduled—the conspiracy between gods and mortals, the prelude to Ragnarok, and Lady Ye’s contribution to the world. A good opportunity that was won, was finally packaged as the most grand ceremony of the year.

The scale of this celebration spread throughout the entire alliance, not just the three empires, every member state of the alliance held a celebration ceremony in their own capital.

In name, this celebration is to commemorate the founding of the alliance, to commemorate the sacred agreements at the 112 meeting that established the historical trajectory, and at the same time to pray for the whole world, and to commemorate the difficult victory in the Battle of the Wasteland, but in essence In fact, this celebration is the prelude to the adulthood of the Loren civilization. In hundreds of ceremonial grounds throughout the entire alliance, hundreds of huge munitions warehouses were emptied within a day, and out of the sight of believers and priests, the tombs that symbolized the end of the age of the gods had been gradually removed. Build up.

In the depths of the Shadow Realm, in the courtyard shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the shimmering light from the golden oak tree illuminated the nursery of the God of Nature. Amorn got up from under the oak tree and slowly came to the border of the garden, feeling a little dazed. Looking at the open wasteland outside the garden—it was the meeting place where the gods and mortals jointly prepared the "Ragnarok Project", and it was also the place where mortals taught the gods "Cecile-style modern martial arts skills", but today , the venue was empty.

At the edge of the huge open space, the light from the high-power magic spar lamps illuminated the entire venue, and the high platform in the center of the venue stood alone in the center of the light. In the corner area of ​​this "classroom", most of the potholes are the "traces of teaching" accidentally made by the gods when they used explosives, and about half of the traces are from Ms. Kizina, the goddess of curse.

Fortunately, Ms. Kizina finally passed...

Looking at the meeting place in a daze for a long time, recalling the lively scene during the "teaching" here in his mind, Amoen finally shook his head, and slowly sat down on the edge of the garden, muttering in his mouth: "I'm all busy now ..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nearby magic network terminal suddenly buzzed, and then Mirmina's teasing voice rang in his ears: "Don't make such a sound like children staying at home after going to work. Is it okay to sigh like a widowed old man?"

Amorn turned his head and glanced at the magic net terminal that was already lit up next to it, and the figure of Mirmina floating above the terminal, shaking his head from side to side: "It has been very lively here a while ago, Rebecca almost every day I came here to teach the "Humanity of God" people. I watched them discuss the course in the assembly hall, bury their heads in the questions, and practice the test. It was really interesting. Now that the course is over, the plan is moving to the second stage , It's suddenly so quiet here... I'm really not used to it."

Mirmina on the communication screen glanced at this side. She actually knew exactly what the "oldest god of the season" was thinking. She knew that Amorn was worried that the Ragnarok plan would fail in the end. Everyone's confident preparations and plans over the past few days were ultimately no match for the malice of fate, but in the end, she suppressed all these thoughts and replaced them with a joke: "You are just because there are celebrations all over the world. You can’t get rid of the imbalance in your heart alone, can you?”

Amoen squinted his eyes, adjusted a more comfortable position and lay down in the nursery, muttering casually: "You say yes, anyway, it's so lively, we can't go anywhere..."

"What's so exciting about this kind of excitement?" Mirmina pouted, "Besides the sacrificial ceremony or the sacrificial ceremony, didn't you get enough of it when you were a god? Anyway, I saw what mortals were doing. Sacrifice has a psychological shadow - they throw all kinds of weird things to the kingdom of God as soon as their brains get hot. The belief in the Goddess of Magic under my name belongs to a relatively rare branch of sacrificial ceremonies, and I dare not imagine what it was like for a guy like you with a long history and many believers to receive sacrifices back then."

"That's true..." Amoen seemed to recall some old pictures, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly, "The sacrificial ceremony of the natural sect really tormented me, and the elves didn't know What do you think, you can give me so many weird and weird celebration names, and you can create sacrificial grounds almost everywhere in the whole southern continent. Willing to throw it out..."

Milmina seldom heard Amoen take the initiative to talk to herself about the things before "White Star Fall", and the expression on her face was a little curious: "And then?"

"Then? Then there was no place to live under the reincarnation tree. I have been lying on the border of the Kingdom of God for more than two hundred years," Amoen sighed, "Then I felt that I couldn't do this. There was really no place to set foot at home, so I finally set foot down. He made up his mind to throw those sacrifices into the deep sea, and gave an oracle to the high priests at that time within the scope of not going against the trend of thought, implying that they would change to national unified sacrifices in the future, and local religious activities Then there is no need to prepare sacrifices..."

Mirmina was dumbfounded when she heard that, and after a while after Amoen finished speaking, she muttered: "Then you were really upright back then...you really took as much as they gave you?"

"Aren't I worried that they will be sad?" Amoen shook his head, and the two small flowers on the antlers swayed in the dim light, "I didn't know until the young gods came here for a gathering a while ago, so it was I take all of them, they usually just accept an inconspicuous souvenir and it’s over, and some of them even designate dew as a sacrifice..."

Mirmina: "...No, I have to tell that little queen about you later, and help her strengthen her rebellious heart..."

"Don't bring someone like you!" Amoen stood up immediately, "Chat as long as you chat, why are the chat records still being passed on to the outside world?"

"That's all I'm saying," Mirmina laughed, and the smile was much lighter than before. "Look, isn't it fun to say something that was heavy back then?"

Amorn said in a muffled voice, "...I feel that this is just for fun."

Mirmina did not refute this sentence, she just narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling something, and seemed to be thinking. After being quiet for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly said: "The last sensor tower Components have just been shipped to the Plains of the Ancestors."

Amoen froze for a moment, and quickly realized: "After the sensor is assembled, can you..."

"Yes," Mirmina said softly, "I will be the first eye on this planet to look into the depths of the starry sky, and see the traces left by the magic tide among the stars."

Amoen lowered his head. He didn't know what to say at this time, and he only said one sentence for a long time: "... I wish you success."

"It's good luck to all of us."