Sword of Daybreaker

In this short moment, the Tarrond continent, illuminated by countless artificial lights and decorative curtain walls, fell into silence and darkness for about two seconds—all traffic stopped, all lights went out, all projections The curtain wall faded its luster and returned to its original gray form. The large shield disappeared in a flash of flicker. The cold wind of the Arctic sea poured into this enclosed kingdom like a crashing era, and beyond the horizon, it was right. In the sky at a certain "dusk" stage of the polar day, the primitive, unfiltered sun shines directly on the land of the dragon for the first time in millions of years.

The next second, in Agundor, in Apasol, in the upper Tarrond and the lower Tarrond-in every corner of the dragon kingdom, the dragons moving in and out of the city suddenly stopped at the same time. Even the dragons flying in the sky instantly stopped flapping their wings and fell straight from the sky. This scene is like all dragons losing their souls in an instant, after which another second passed. The dragons that lost their ability to move awakened one after another: they fell to the ground and lifted up again, crawling on the surface, raising their heads, opening their eyes drunkenly in the synergist and phantom entertainment, and countless pairs of eyes began to converge. To a place-the city of gods located in the center of the Tarrond continent.

Herragor was crawling on the ground. He heard a low roar from deep underground. The hurricane caused by the weather controller shut down was roaring high in the sky. A cold, mechanical mind was entering his brain, Omega’s Consciousness began to gradually take over this body in accordance with the procedure, but he still maintained a trace of free thinking ability. Driven by the only remaining, his own will, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person standing on the edge of the terrace. Gods.

The golden-haired figure withdrew his gaze, and the dragon of confusion covering the entire sky of Tarrond also gradually withdrew his gaze. Hragor could feel that thousands of sights were gradually moving away from the distant Loren. Back to this continent, it probably only took two or three seconds for all this, but he felt that time had passed for several centuries-finally, the god's eyes fell on him.

Huge, horrible, chaotic, crazy, desperate pressure is on his face, Hragor feels his brain is boiling, but this time, instead of lowering his head, he propped his body with both hands and started a millimeter. Struggling for a millimeter, try to stand up.

The **** just stood there calmly, looking at the dragon priest who was struggling to get up with an indifferent expression, his voice was as cold as a cold wind that spanned a million-year time scale: "Are you ready?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Even if this makes you a part of Omega?"

"As long as you smash the chains, there will always be new seedlings growing out of the ruins." Hragor finally stood up slowly. For the first time in a million years, he looked directly into the eyes of the gods, "We will become The soil, and the seeds...have already been planted."

"Very good," the **** stood in front of him, and the natural glow that had not been filtered by any technical means leaned over him, like an orange-red cloak hanging from the sky, and between the glow and the clouds, The faint and distorted huge phantom was already looming. He slowly opened his hands, as if to embrace this kingdom, and slowly said, "Then today...you are all grown-ups."

In the next moment, the "truth" that was once hidden from the perception of mortals smashed the fragile barrier of reality, and the chaotic dragon that covered the sky suddenly appeared over Tarrond, stretching one kilometer after another. The undulating twisted limbs stretched out in the sunlight, and countless eyes, mouths and arms-like structures on the limbs appeared one by one.

At the same moment, the golden-haired female figure on the temple terrace disappeared into a radiance. The high-ranking dragon priest stood upright and watched this scene blankly. He closed his eyes as Herragor. , And then, as a branch of Omega, slowly opened those eyes again.

The last dragon in Tarrond who maintained his will disappeared. Now, tens of millions of dragons have woken up as Omega.

Every dragon has been implanted with a resonance core that can be directly connected to the Omega network since its birth. Every dragon is a flesh and blood extension of Omega. This is a plan that has been executed for millions of years. Another generation of dragons has been waiting for today in the long years-on this day, Omega will wake up from a deep sleep, and the will of all dragons will be taken over by machinery. In a sense, the dragons of this world...here Extinct one day.

With the "extinction" of the dragon clan, the bridge between mortals and gods also disappeared. The dragon of chaos that shrouded Tarrond almost instantly changed. It was between the real and the virtual, and it was caused by countless chaos. The body formed by the fusion of limbs fluctuates violently. Countless limbs disintegrate and disappear in this fluctuation. The swelling and shrinking body rapidly shrinks and weakens in the violent evaporation. In less than a minute, he It shrank from covering the entire continent to only one-third the size of Talrond, and in the next minute, it shrank to the size of a city, and finally stabilized on this scale-it still covered the sky and sun , But it is no longer invincible.

Countless dragons flew from every corner of the entire country, and the weapon array buried deep underground and sealed in dust for countless years also awakened. The ancient missile silo opened the door, and the ancients hung on the seabed. The turret rose to the surface of the sea. In this cold and long extreme day, the dragons were late for the day of adulthood of 1.87 million years... finally arrived.

...

The magnificent scenery like a blazing falling star lasted for a whole number of minutes, and the burning debris that broke and scattered from the winter fort even far exceeded the theoretical limit that the iron-grey giant can split out, as if this moment was spilled on The earth is not only a fallen god, but also a part of the "kingdom of the gods" connected to this **** was involved in the world in the big bang.

Then, all this finally stopped, and the sky of the Winterhold fortress group became clear and calm again.

The sun shines at dusk, slanting down from the end of the horizon, and spilling on this uncooled battlefield. The defense line stretches for hundreds of miles, the scorching earth, the rising smoke, the disabled surviving soldiers, the sacrificed Soldiers, destroyed fortifications, castles still standing upright in the setting sun... Everything is bathed in this brilliant golden light. In this brief moment, it seems that everything in the world has stopped still.

The roaring north wind blew up again, and the cold wind stirred up dust and distant snow, waking up some soldiers and commanders who were staring at the sky dullly. At this moment, no one in the entire Winterhold cheered—not at all. People realized that this battle was over, and did not realize that the "enemy" that was so powerful and desperate had actually fallen. Everyone was immersed in a huge confusion. It was only a few minutes later that there were some sporadic signs. The soldiers shouted, and the commander received the news that "the battle is over" from their superiors.

Rosetta Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Secret Hall. He could not hear the cheers on the battlefield, nor the voices of the dying and the wounded. The whole world was quiet, as quiet as before. The fierce battle was completely an illusion. He raised his head and saw those strangely shaped aircraft and soldiers still hovering over the winter fort, and the incredible white spider had disappeared somehow.

The transmission crystal not far behind buzzed, the runes on the surface lit up for the first time, and Palin Winterhold’s voice resounded from the crystal: "Your Majesty, are you okay? Your Majesty? We just had an accident here... we Seeing the situation in the sky, we..."

"We won," Rosetta said faintly, still not looking away from the sky, "It seems that our neighbors also hide many good cards... This time, this is a good thing."

"It's good if you are safe," the earl of Winterhold heard immediately. "Part of the main wall of the west side of the castle collapsed. Your location may not be safe. Please leave there as soon as possible-I have sent someone to the secret hall to meet you. ..."

"No, wait," Rosetta suddenly interrupted the Count of Winterhold, "I still have something to do with me."

"His Majesty?"

"You and Duke Perdinan under the mountain will deal with the post-war matters first. We now have a huge mess to clean up," Rosetta said calmly, with an indisputable meaning, "Although the enemy has been defeated, he is left behind. The damage is still spreading, and the faster the aftermath, we can rescue more people. In addition, we have other things to do-the fragments falling from the sky in the final stage are spreading across the entire battlefield, no one Knowing what effect they will have, bring along a group of wizards that can still act, and try to collect those wrecks as much as possible... The Cecils should also start to act.

"Yes, Your Majesty! Then you..."

"I am very safe here, I will contact you later-before I receive my order, don't let people approach the Secret Hall."

"……I understand."

The Count of Winterhold hung up the communication, Rosetta breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned back to the center of the Secret Hall. He glanced at the phantom wall that had been shattered by the last magical impact, and the hall that was slightly messy: the fall of the God of War and the shock wave caused by the close explosion of the previous Oblivion wound had already caused some damage to this solid hall. The walls were cracked, the roof was also slightly damaged, the falling debris and dust spread a thick layer on the ground, and a set of tables and chairs placed in the center of the hall was also covered with dust.

"Not very suitable for hospitality... but it doesn't matter."

He murmured casually, waved his hand to summon an invisible cyclone, and after blowing off most of the dust on the surface of the chair, he sat down casually, and then he picked up the teacup on the table and wiped the edge of the cup. The dust, took the teapot beside him, and poured himself a cup of cold black tea.

After drinking a sip of tea, he sat here quietly, as if waiting for some kind of destiny, and behind him, one after another hazy and almost transparent figures were quietly emerging from the air.

If there is an aristocratic scholar who knows the Augustus family here, he should be no stranger to these figures——

George Augustus, Marjorie Augustus, Correntina Augustus...

They are all those who have died in the Augustus family, the blood relatives of Rosetta Augustus from the past two hundred years.

Some of these figures were solid, some were so illusory that they were almost invisible. They stood quietly behind Rosetta, waiting quietly and patiently together, but their waiting did not last long. Soon, Ma The Phantom of Jory Augustus made a vague, sigh-like voice: "Time is almost here."

Almost at the moment when the words fell, an invisible wind was suddenly rolled up in the empty Secret Hall, accompanied by the light of the dusk outside the French windows, suddenly infiltrated a breath of death, stagnation, and the roof of the entire hall. And the ground was covered by dots of light instantly, as if countless people were whispering in the hall, countless dreamlike murmurs came from all directions, and a hollow eye pupil made up of a large number of twisted and disordered lines quickly Appeared in front of Rosetta-and accompanied by a sharp, furious scream: "What's going on!? What do you **** mortals do to me? Why can't I return to my kingdom of God, why I can't contact my body, why...why is my power constantly disappearing?!"

"Welcome back," Rosetta calmly looked at the "God's Eye" that suddenly appeared in front of him. For the first time in decades, his expression was so brisk, he even smiled and raised the tea cup in his hand. " Would you like a cup of black tea? A mixture of the dust of a long history and the smoke on the battlefield of Killing Gods."

"You..." The eyes of God suddenly turned to Rosetta, and then immediately noticed the vague figures behind Rosetta, "Augustus...you little mortals...this is indeed What are you guys doing?!"

"Compared with the God of War, the performance of your fragment from the ancient era is really ugly at this moment-the God of War at least fought to the last moment," Rosetta put down the tea cup in her hand and slowly stood up in front of the eyes of God, "You Very confused? You don't know why your power is losing so fast? Don't know why you can't contact your'body'? Don't know why you can't return to the kingdom of God?"

The chaotic outline around the God's Eye trembled, and I didn't know if it was anger or nervousness, but Rosetta spoke the answer unhurriedly:

"It's very simple, because civilization has changed. The era in your memory... is actually an ancient era before many rounds of civilization. Your'body' is a certain dream **** that has long been annihilated in history, that **** His kingdom of God has long ceased to exist, and the group of mortals that once supported you have long been completely extinct. Now the intelligent creatures in this world have nothing to do with them. We are the remnants of the Gondor Empire, not against the tide. Descendants.

"Do you think you know a lot about the world? Do you think you are in control?

"It's a pity that the ones you know are filtered by us-for this we have carefully prepared for two hundred years, many generations."

Rosetta laughed. For the first time in decades, he laughed so brilliantly. Even the figures behind him laughed one after another. Under the glaring of God's Eye, he said very happily. :

"So this is the answer-times have changed, but we didn't tell you."