Chapter 973 Departure and Spark
This time, it was really time to leave.
Gawain glanced at the refreshments and drinks placed on the round table in front of him, and said with a sincere smile: "I think I will miss this cup of 'Reflection' - this is the best I have in Tallond One of the experiences."
The Dragon God gave Gawain a deep look: "It looks like... it's something you haven't tasted since you came to this world."
"I tried to get people to make something similar, but it didn't work out," Gawain smiled, only in front of this god who knew many things, he could talk about these things with confidence and boldness, he looked again Glancing at the oak cup on the table, the expression on his face was a little regretful, "Unfortunately, something like reflection... After all, there is no way to reproduce it with human hands."
The Dragon God was a little curious: "...Will the wanderers from outside the realm also miss home?"
"Occasionally—although I can't quite remember what my hometown looks like."
...
"My lord, they have left Tallond."
Heragor, who went to see the guests off, returned to the hall of the upper temple and came to the Dragon God Enya who was still standing quietly in the center of the hall, and said respectfully with his hands down.
"I see," the dragon god gave Herragol a faint look, "then you should go to rest too - I don't need to serve here for the time being."
Heragor slightly raised his head and glanced at the gods, then bowed his head and commanded: "...Yes."
But after taking the order, the high-level dragon priest did not leave immediately, but stood there as if he had something to say, showing some hesitation.
"Tell me," the dragon god said indifferently, "what do you want to ask?"
"You look preoccupied and tired," Heragor said, bowing his head. "Is it because of the last discussion with that human being?"
"...Let's say it," the Dragon God said lightly, "Maybe...I envy them a little bit."
Herragol raised his head: "Envy?"
"I envy them that they haven't gone too far, so there are still opportunities for choice and trial and error," the dragon god quietly looked into Heragor's eyes, "I envy them for being so young, with courage and vigor."
The hall became quite quiet, and Heragor seemed to hear the sound of his own heart beating vigorously - it was a healthy, full of vitality primitive heart,
Instead of complex biomimetic pumps interwoven with metals and polymers.
One master and one servant stand opposite each other, and time seems to stagnate in this temple.
...
Those special guests departed, stirring up a tiny wave in the eternal and calm pool of Tal Londe, but the wave calmed as soon as they left. In the operation of this huge, sophisticated and cold machine in the Dragon Kingdom, the small ripples caused by outsiders did not make much change in this society-the ripples only turned into a few pieces of news, a few interpretations of stories , a few discussions in the network, a few short-lived hot spots, and then disappeared by the flood of entertainment and useless information in the Omega network.
Citizens at the top continue to do their busy but meaningless jobs, citizens at the bottom continue to indulge in arena and neuro-entertainment under the dual effects of synergists and hallucinogens.
Perhaps only Omega's database will faithfully record this little "footnote" as always.
Deep in the western side of the continent, in a huge mine near the coast, orderly automatic machines are busy shuttling. The isolation rooms were busy, and in the shelves or containers they carried and inspected, most of them kept metal fragments emitting peculiar starlight, or broken and twisted crystal wreckage that could not see the original appearance.
This is one of the main warehouses of the Mithril Treasury, and it is also one of the warehouses with the highest security level. The storage here... are all "special collections" with a storage level of ten or higher.
The relics of the sailors, the forbidden items of the Empire against the tide, or the stubborn remains of the ancient gods that still stubbornly refuse to dissipate after several waves of magic.
This is the result of the dragons' continuous recycling from the outside world for more than a million years. In a sense, the saying that the dragons in the human world love gold, silver, wealth and silk, and love to collect rare treasures is also separate from this collection behavior. No relationship.
This tight mine-based treasury is basically not guarded by many dragons - the Omega-controlled fleet holds everything here. Fighting machines are more reliable than dragons, and they are more efficient in responding to Omega's commands. In fact, in storage facilities above level seven, there are basically no ordinary dragons.
Moreover, this warehouse also preserves a lot of things related to the sailors-although the Great Temple requires the dragons operating outside to collect the heritage of the sailors as much as possible, but the gods also have a ban, and the dragons are not allowed to use those with special power without authorization. Relic, under this special order, it is even less likely that many dragons are stationed in this facility.
At the very core of the mine, a huge shaft went straight down, extending towards the deepest part of the earth.
This shaft and its contents are hidden in the safest and deepest place on this continent, but even so, there are still more than ten layers of high-strength alloy armor and countless defense facilities around it to protect the deepest part. things.
A large number of pipes and cables and rails run down the shaft, they pass through the layers of protection, and finally connect to a vast underground space. This underground space is supported by metal beams as high as 100 meters, and is reinforced by layers of alloy linings and polymer domes.
In every corner of the star-shaped hall, you can see a deep and long tunnel leading to a certain direction, which makes it seem like a hub of some kind of underground transportation network extending in all directions, and there are glimmering tracks from Those tunnels extend deep and converge in the center of the hall, and where all the tracks meet, in the very center of the hall, a large, heavy, humming device can be seen in action.
It is shaped like a silver-white dome, which is vertically fixed in a series of brackets, pipes and cables. Its long axis is more than ten meters. The surface of the dome is flickering with lights, shimmering, and humming constantly. In the sound, there seems to be some kind of life in it.
Around the dome, there are many columns, and various complex data interfaces or monitoring views appear on the surface of those columns, showing that this hall is busy with data exchange every minute and every second.
However, no dragon will oversee the operation of this hall, nor will any dragon read the data presented on the interface - these devices are all remnants of ancient designs, and the machines have not used them for efficiency. Eliminated, perhaps just to maintain some kind of "tradition" that only the machine itself cares about.
Here, only the machine monitors itself.
In a low, seemingly eternal hum, a streamer appeared again on the surface of the dome, and on a column connected to it, a crystal interface surface suddenly began to refresh with bright white text.
"Confirm that the visitor has left the Tal Lund range, the observation thread ends, and the data enters the end-of-archive process."
The cursor at the end of the text flickered, as if thinking and hesitating, but soon, the text continued to be refreshed line by line——
"what is the meaning of life--
"Archived Gawain Cecil's answer, answer number: 177, archive complete.
"Comparative analysis with the previous 176 answers.
"There is still no clear result, and the answers given by humans or other intelligent creatures are still ambiguous and full of contradictions.
"It's still not clear if the problem is really unsolvable."
The bright white text on the interface stopped refreshing, and then faded a little with the blinking of the cursor. The machine's thinking seemed to be over, and the normal data returned to the center of the interface.
However, after only a moment, a new thread was suddenly started, and on the surface of another nearby column, another continuous text was quickly refreshed——
"Based on answer No. 177, a new question is derived:
"Does Omega have 'life'?
"Try to define 'life'...try to expand the definition...try to expand the definition again...
"Conclusion: If a dragon made up of 90% machines is 'life', then Omega can also be 'life'.
"Omega, it can be 'life'."
The machines are running quietly.
A batch of biomass waste from the extreme arena that should have been sent to the biochemical processing center for recycling or disposal was intercepted, put into new containers, sent to a transport train, and headed for an automatic factory deep in the earth .
A batch of scrap metal that is not in the processing catalog is thrown into a furnace deep in the earth, ready to be made into new raw materials.
A production sequence is started secretly, and the machines go to work.
Today, Tal Lund is still calm.
...
Winter is here, and it seems to be a little colder than usual.
The cold wind swept the flags at the top of the Winter Wolf Castle, and the sturdy textiles made a sound of curling and beating in the wind. A group of soldiers in black armor lined up from the open ground under the city wall, and their uniform military boots tapped on the ground. This cold morning.
Andersa stood on the towering city wall of Winter Wolf Castle, watching the soldiers of the Knights perform their duties, her tense face relaxed a little.
"The Knights of the Iron River filled the vacancy left by the evacuation of the God of War priests, which is indeed very useful for the current Winter Wolf Castle," the young wolf general turned his head and looked at the tall black man standing beside him. The middle-aged man said, "I'm grateful for this, Earl Moglock."
"It is the duty of the knights to obey orders," the leader of the Knights of the Iron River, the high-ranking knight Count Moglock said with a solemn expression, "not to mention that Archduke Ferdinand once gave me advice, I am very happy to be able to help the Winter Wolf this time. Fort's busy."
As he spoke, the experienced noble officer who commanded one of the empire's strongest transcendent legions couldn't help but glance at the towers and walls in the distance, with a worried look on his face: "I heard that last night A priest who was on vacation died mysteriously, and two other aides who lived nearby went mad in their sleep... Is this true?"
"It seems that it's still in your ears," Andersa couldn't help sighing, "The situation is indeed the same as you said, no... Maybe it's even more sensational. The priest who died mysteriously was almost in front of him. The face of one of the guards turned into a monster and self-destructed - the war mage in charge of inspecting the priest's rest area heard the movement, and when he went to check, he saw that the priest's flesh was distorted, digested and dissolved by blood and some kind of smoke. In one scene, I was almost scared to death. As for the two mad deacons, experts in theology and spiritual magic, after analysis, initially suspected that they were 'contaminated' because they heard the strange screams of the mutant priests before they died. Variations followed."
Count Moglock's face darkened.
"...appalling," he said in a deep voice.
"If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, ordinary people would not be able to imagine what a strange and terrifying sight it was," Andersa nodded, "The information from the imperial capital is accurate, and some kind of 'pollution' based on faith-based connections is taking place in the God of War. The mass spread among the priests, this is a plague on the soul level, although I don't want to say such rebellious words - but it is clear that the gods they believe in cannot protect them from this plague."
Moglock's face twitched, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There is even a saying that the gods themselves are the source of the plague..."
Andersa was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but look at the commander of the Knights next to her: "Count Moglock, as far as I know... you are also a believer of the God of War, so this situation is for you right now. It must not be easy."
"Please rest assured, before that, I was a soldier of the Empire first," Earl Moglock said with a serious expression, "It is true that it is inevitable for soldiers to be influenced by the belief in the god of war. More than two-thirds of our soldiers are The followers of God of War, this includes shallow believers and devout believers, half of the knights have been baptized by the Church of God of War, but we still stand firmly here - indeed as you said, it is not easy, but I think we are loyal Our knights and soldiers did not come to this cold and remote frontier for ease."
"It's admirable." Andersa said seriously.
Another gust of cold wind blew, rolling up the gray hair on her temples.
The young General Wolf took out the mechanical watch, glanced at the time, and said to Earl Moglock, "Let me retire first - I should go to preside over this morning's meeting."
Earl Moglock smiled and nodded: "Please, General Andersa."
Andersa Wendell walked away from the city wall with sturdy and powerful steps. On the high wall with cold wind, only Moglock stood quietly in place.
The earl turned his head and glanced at the direction Andersa had left, and saw that the young wolf general had gone around a corner and disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the castle district. He smiled and turned to look at him again. next to the other direction.
Malm Dunit was standing beside him, with a gentle and loving smile on his face.
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