Chapter 893 Chain 2 Ends

What does this "god" want to do?

This is what Gawain is most concerned about and most worried about after confirming that Julu Amoen is really suspended in suspended animation.

Obviously, Julu Amoen also knew exactly what Gawain was nervous about.

"If I return to the sight of mortals, it will surely bring a lot of excitement..." With a smile in his words, his huge eyes stared at Gawain calmly, "What do you think of this?"

"To be honest, I don't really want you to leave here," Gawain said frankly, "and I don't want you to return to the sight of mortals—even though three thousand years have passed, the Druid heritage is still there. More people who are full of religious restoration will be interested in things like 'the return of the gods'. Maybe some people will regain their faith in the gods of nature. Maybe some people will want to use the name of the ancient gods to do some damage. Not what I wanted to see."

"Don't worry, this is not what I want to see either - I paid a huge price to break free of the cycle, not to return to the divine position one day," Amoen said with a chuckle, "So, you can rest assured."

"I try to rest assured." Gawain said with a sigh.

After all, what he is facing is a mysterious and powerful god, and many times he can rest assured that it is not his own words.

After the voice fell, he couldn't help but looked up and down the god of nature in front of him.

This huge but holy figure is being locked by a large number of restraining devices from the ancient Gondor era. Thick chains and rune columns are layered to form a barrier that is still in operation, and there are many warships and space stations from the universe that emit light. The wreckage fragments imprisoned Julu's body, some fragments floated around the latter, and some fragments penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood of the god.

This looked ferocious and terrifying, but it was difficult for Gawain to sense from Amoun's tone or eyes whether he felt pain because of it.

"What? Want to help me lift these bonds?" Amoen's voice sounded in his mind, "Ah... they really caused me a lot of trouble, especially these fragments, they made me unable to move... ...If you have the heart, you can help me remove the less important and especially uncomfortable fragments."

Gawain raised his eyes and glanced at the god: "Do you think I would do this?"

"I don't think so—anyone who is sensible and in your position wouldn't do it," Ammon said casually, with no displeasure in his tone, "and I advise you not to do it. - Your will and body may be strong enough to withstand the impact of the power of the gods,

But those who stand behind are not necessarily, the ancient and antiquated barriers here can't stop my complete power. "

Gawain glanced back slightly in the direction of the isolation barrier, and saw Amber, Heidi and the others standing there looking at this side with concerned and worried expressions, he waved his hand over there, and then turned his head: " I'd be happy to take your advice."

"This is the best," said Ammon lightly, "If one day you really want or need to release my power, it is best to be fully prepared for protection... Don't be like the first batch of humans who came here back then. They paid a lot for being so reckless."

The first batch of humans he said should be the builders of this rebellious fortress, the magisters who came here in the age of Gondor's sparks.

"It looks like... you're ready to continue 'dormant' here," Gawain sighed and said to Amoen, "I'm curious, what are you waiting for? Because you're moving like this now. Can't move, can only feign death in place, in my opinion, it's... pointless."

"So I'm waiting for something meaningful to happen, like some kind of upheaval in the world of mortals, like the possibility of a complete, complete end to that pathetic cycle. I can't describe to you exactly how they're going to happen, unfortunately, But until that day comes, I will wait patiently."

Gawain frowned slightly: "Even if you have waited three thousand years for this?"

Amoen's tone was calm: "I just waited for a while."

"..." Gawain looked at the god of nature, and after a long time he shook his head with a smile, "Indeed, three thousand years is a blink of an eye... Well, just keep waiting here, I think I should too. left."

"Walk slowly - I can't get up and say goodbye."

"I appreciate your sense of humor," Gawain was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing, "So it turns out that the gods are so good at joking."

Then he took two steps back, but just before he turned to leave, he suddenly thought of one thing and asked: "By the way, there is one more thing I want to ask - the magic tide, what is it? Does the periodicity have anything to do with the gods?"

Amorn was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking, and then replied: "In a sense, it is just a natural phenomenon that is very scary to mortals...but it is not caused by gods."

"I understand," Gawain nodded, "Thank you for your answer."

He turned around and walked in the direction from which he came, while the giant deer Amorn was quietly lying on his stomach between the ancient confinement devices and the wreckage fragments, watching his back with lightcast eyes. In this way, he went all the way to the edge of the main building of the Rebellion Fortress, and before the almost transparent protective barrier, Gawain turned around and glanced at it - from this distance, Amoen's body was still terrifyingly huge. , but it is no longer as breathless as a mountain.

He nodded to the other party and opened his mouth - he believed that even at this distance, as long as he opened his mouth, the "god" would definitely hear: "You said just now that maybe one day humans will start to fear nature again, and use Blind fear and fear replace reason and knowledge, and thus welcome back a new god of nature... Are you referring to the occurrence of events like the magic tide that can trigger the era of civilization, and the loss of technology and knowledge that led to the birth of a new god?"

Amoen's voice really reappeared in his mind: "That is a possibility, but even if civilization continues to develop, new technologies and new knowledge continue to flow, blind awe may make a comeback, and new gods... Born in the process of technological progress.”

Gawain fell into a brief thought, and then with a thoughtful expression, he breathed softly: "I see... It seems that something similar has already happened in this world once."

He turned around and stepped into the protective barrier with waves of light. The next second, Kamel injected magic power into the control mechanism of the barrier, and the entire energy shield instantly became more solid than before, and a burst of mechanical friction The sound came from the roof and underground of the corridor - the ancient alloy wall was slowly closed under the drive of the magic mechanism, and the entire corridor was closed again.

The god of nature in the courtyard watched all this quietly, until the fortress built by mortals was closed again, and he withdrew his sight, closed his eyes silently, and returned to his long and meaningful wait.

Gawain returned to Amber, Heidi and the others, and everyone immediately gathered around—even Veronica, who was the most indifferent and calm on weekdays, could not hide her excitement at this time, she was even more than Amber. He spoke quickly: "What happened? Why did Julu Amoen... be alive? What did you talk to him about?"

"It's not suitable for conversation here, and I'm also a little tired," Gawain immediately raised a hand, interrupting a lot of questions that were about to pop up from the others, "Let's go back first - things are more messy, I I need to tell you slowly."

...

A sighing voice floated down from the high throne, and a soft voice echoed in the hall: "He refused..."

Melita and Noretta stood at the bottom of the high steps, with their heads lowered, neither daring to raise their heads nor speak, but waited for further orders from the gods with nervous expressions on their faces.

Even the most eccentric, daring, and unconventional young dragons are full of awe and fearless in the presence of the racial patron saint.

"Look up, two young children," the gorgeous woman with blond hair was sitting on the ornately decorated pedestal, looking down at the two figures at the end of the steps, with a smile on her face, "I'm not angry, and your mission Well done too - among the younger generation, you guys are great."

Only then did Melita and Noretta dare to raise their heads. The latter glanced in awe at the goddess aloof, with a humble look on his face: "Thank you for your compliment..."

There was indeed a smile on the Dragon God's face. She seemed to look at the two young dragons with satisfaction and asked casually, "Is the outside world... interesting?"

"It's interesting," Melita replied immediately, "and the human world has changed a lot in recent years, such as... ah, of course, I'm not too addicted to the outside world..."

She seemed to feel that her unsteady appearance was a bit inappropriate, and hurriedly wanted to make amends, but the voice of the gods had already come from above: "Don't be nervous, I have never forbidden you to contact the outside world, and Tallond is not closed. The place...as long as you don't run too far, I don't care."

Melita lowered her head: "Yes, yes..."

"Gawain Cecil, roughly what kind of person is he?" The Dragon God asked again, "In addition to rejecting my invitation, what else did he do?"

"He's... complicated and hard to see at a glance," Melita said in thought. "Overall, I think he's strong-willed, has clear goals, and has a vision that's far ahead of humans—a series of facts also prove that Most of his advanced judgments are correct. As for his performance in refusing invitations..."

Speaking of this, she thought about it carefully, and said while organizing the language: "He always behaved calmly-except when he was a little surprised when he first heard your invitation, he acted like he was facing an ordinary 'Invitation'. He didn't seem to be in awe or panic because it was an invitation from the gods, and his indifference should not be faked, my polygraph sensor didn't respond."

"The most cunning tricksters can even deceive themselves, and the spells and equipment for detecting lies are ineffective against such people," the dragon god said lightly, "but I trust your judgment, Melita, that human seems to be a bit special, He should really have neither awe nor fear of the gods."

Then there was silence in the hall for a moment, and Melita and Noretta finally heard a voice like the sound of nature: "Okay, you can go back and rest."

They bowed their heads at the same time and said in unison, "Yes, my lord!"

The two young dragons left, and for a while, there were only gods aloof in the huge hall, dragon priests who served the gods, and some servants who didn't need to care.

Enya sat on her large and gorgeous chair in a somewhat lazy posture, leaning against the back of the chair, resting one hand beside her face, she said in a chatty tone: "Hragol, those two The child is very nervous - do I really make you panic that much on weekdays?"

"They just fear you, my lord," Heragor said immediately. "You have always been tolerant and benevolent to the dragons, especially to the young people, and they must know this."

"Just in awe..."

The dragon god Enya said softly as if talking to himself, his eyelids drooping slightly, and he looked lazily at the end of the hall with narrowed eyes. His sight seemed to pass through the temple, through the mountain and Tallon. The vast sky of Germany finally fell on every dragon on this land.

She saw a net with countless lines. He saw the chains woven by faith, connecting every living being on this earth.

Faith is like a chain, with mortals on one end and gods on the other.

"...boring."

The god said with a hint of disappointment.

...

"I was so nervous just now!!" Walking on the square outside the Great Temple, Melita couldn't help but patted her chest and said while taking a deep breath, "I feel like my heart is beating out of place... ah, I'm going back to really check my hearts, I really feel like two of them have already jumped into other chambers..."

Noretta glanced sideways at her friend: "You shouldn't be stingy with internal implants - Frost Heavy Industries or Bakbarto's composite blood pump heart is not expensive."

"No amount of heart can hold back the pressure of facing the gods - what's more, those so-called new products are technically not too different from the old models, and adding a few lights and beautiful badges to the skin will not make me a stronger heart."

"Okay, we shouldn't be talking about this out loud here," Noretta reminded. "We're still within the Holy Land."

Melita tried her best to calm down, then stared at Noretta several times: "You don't have more chances to meet the gods than I do... Why do you look so calm?"

"Maybe you should try inhaling half a unit of the 'ash' booster before an important meeting," Noretta said. "It'll give you a little bit of relief, and the dose is just enough to keep you from behaving badly."

"...I don't like this kind of fancy synergist," Melita shook her head, "I'll just continue to be my young and old antique."

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