Sword of Daybreaker

After this, there was a short silence. Gawain watched the delicate patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta was caught in a short period of thinking, and Bertila seemed a little wandering away—she looked at the sky in the distance. Those changing symbols and geometric structures narrowed his eyes slightly, as if calculating something.

"In fact, I once thought about what you would talk to me when we had an opportunity to talk face-to-face like today, and both sides were more open and honest," Rosetta suddenly broke the silence, and he looked at Gao. Wen, the sunken eye sockets seemed to be a pool of deep water, "Frankly speaking, I never thought that the'outsider wanderer' would talk to me... ideals and the future."

"If we dare not talk about our ideals and the future in the world of mental images, then this world really has no future," Gawain smiled and raised his teacup to gesture to Rosetta, "Actually I am not an ideal. An activist, I believe in realistic experience and natural principles, and believe in practical benefits and the laws of things that can be measured rationally, but because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious."

Rosetta glanced at the tea cup in front of him. The liquid in the cup was reflected in the clear blue sky. All of this looked as flawless as the real world. He casually said: "Then Cecil will unconditionally withdraw troops for the great common ideal. Huh?"

"No," Gao Wen said lightly, "and I will ask for a good price."

"Ah, I feel more relieved," Rosetta's always gloomy face showed a relaxed expression, and he held up the tea cup, "Then we can continue all this at the negotiating table."

Gao Wen replied with a smile, and the two finally reached a tacit agreement on the balance point recognized by both sides, and then Rosetta breathed out slightly. He seemed to relax a little more, and also showed a clear view of this incredible space. Interested, he looked around and said with curiosity: "It's an incredible place...but I really care. When we talk here, what should I do outside?"

"I accelerated this space locally. As of now, the real world outside has just passed half a minute," Gao Wen said, "Don't worry, everything is under control-such a conversation opportunity is difficult to appear, I am better than you I don't want to mess up."

"How did you pull me... to this place?" Rosetta asked seriously, "Is it related to the flying machine with the brain that I saw last?"

"It's not that a brain grows on the machine, but the brain is riding the machine," Bertila, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly broke the silence, "We did establish a connection with you through it."

"That thing is... very surprising," Rosetta tried to choose a more neutral vocabulary. "To be honest, when I first saw what was in there, I almost subconsciously attacked it. It really doesn't look like it. It's a normal weapon, but more like a product of some dark magic..."

"I agree with this point, and I am trying my best to improve it," Gawain said helplessly, and at the same time looked at Bertila casually, "but I suggest that you don't care too much about the image of that thing, because it's from some In a sense... it's actually part of this Ms. Bertila."

This time, when Rosetta looked at Bertila again, the expression in her eyes was not just complicated to describe.

But obviously, Bertila herself was not interested in continuing on this topic. She ignored Rosetta, but suddenly showed her concentration as if she was listening, and then looked at Gawain: "It seems that the outside matter is resolved. It's almost there-Naritil has sent a safety signal."

While talking, she stood up, her figure gradually fading in the air: "Then I will deal with temporary nodes-before the network is interrupted, you can talk for a few minutes."

Rosetta looked at the ancestor of Augustus 700 years ago, and finally couldn't help but said: "Are you in Cecil now? Will you return to Typhon?"

"...I'm sorry, I can't go away," Bertila's tone paused, then shook his head, "Forget the name Bertila Augustus, everything is a thing of the past."

"I understand," Rosetta said slowly, "Anyway, thank you for your asylum just now."

"Don't care..." Bertila's voice slowly faded away as the figure faded. She gradually separated from this space, and finally only a word came from the air, "... It's just that if it's a real God is fine, but there is only a fragment from God...not worthy to die with Augustus’s heir..."

Bertila left, and only Gawain and Rosetta were left in this vast space. In a weird but tacit silence, they sat down again, each quietly serving With tea, letting the last few minutes of conversation pass in this silence, Gao Wenqu gently tapped on the table with his fingers: "There is one minute left."

"I haven't had a cup of tea calmly in decades. This kind of quietness is really... nostalgic, even to the point where it is difficult for me to adapt," Rosetta put down the cup in her hand and said with a hint of emotion. , "Thank you for your hospitality-although only in the'dream'."

"You're welcome," Gawain nodded, and then looked at each other with a hint of curiosity, "I suddenly want to ask you a question-when the God of War breaks free from the shackles in the final stage, you seem to be about to reverse the magical power of the entire Winter Fortress. Sex to die with the opponent, is that really your last card? Are you really ready to end it all with your own death?"

"Seriously, that is indeed my last card — no doubt, what I said is true. I am ready to die with the God of War. No matter how people later describe it, my death today will be true. End it all," Rosetta said calmly, but then he shook his head, and the conversation suddenly changed. "But from today, I shouldn't make similar choices anymore."

"Why?" Gawain asked curiously.

"Because of the things you showed me," Rosetta said slowly, "For Typhon, you are terrible-no matter how great your ideals, you are first of all a terrible opponent, so As long as you live, I dare not die."

"...This is really praise," Gao Wen was taken aback, and shook his head with a helpless smile, "Then I may live for many, many years, and there is a high probability that you will not survive me."

Rosetta stood up blankly, only a few seconds later he suddenly smiled: "I will do my best."

A faint dizziness suddenly struck, and the surrounding scenery began to shake and fade. Rosetta felt that the connection between himself and this wonderful space was rapidly weakening. At the same time, he gradually heard the sound from the real world. He realized Bell The "time limit" mentioned by Tira before leaving the world is approaching. Before leaving the world completely, he raised his head again to look at Gao Wen in front of him, and asked very solemnly: "The land you just showed me... Outside of the sea, how big is the world?"

The scene in front of me quickly fell apart, the endless sky and the vast mirror-like water surface disappeared in a chaotic light and shadow, the five senses from the real world suddenly recovered, the wind whistling in my ears and the cold air blowing on my face strongly reminded this The dreamlike "contact" has ended, and in the last trace of the psychic illusion left in this scene, he vaguely heard Gawain's answer: "Very broad..."

"Really, that sounds really good..."

Feeling down to the ground came, Rosetta suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time heard a voice coming from nearby: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, how are you? Your Majesty?"

Following his reputation, he was seeing Palin Winterhold and several high-ranking battle mages running into the hall. These people ran towards him nervously, and the earl of Winterhold had a trace of apology besides nervousness on his face.

"I'm very sorry, I disobeyed your order," the Earl of Winterhold said quickly as soon as he ran to Rosetta. "You have ordered that no one is allowed to approach the Secret Hall-but we just saw a flying machine suddenly hit I broke the wall of the hall, because I was worried that you would be in danger..."

"It's okay," Rosetta interrupted. "This matter will not be held accountable."

While talking, he raised his eyes and looked around the vast hall, but there was no other figure in his sight except the earl of Winterhold and a few battle mages—the eyes of the gods had disappeared, and the huge spider could not be seen. The arthropods and the "brain flying machines" that broke through the walls and broke in are gone. Only the floor is left in the hall. Remnants of bricks and shingles are scattered on the ground in front. A large hole is broken in the wall not far away, whistling cold. The wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, reminding that what happened just now was not an illusion.

"Where did that aircraft go?" he asked casually.

"It flew out and ran away in front of everyone just now," the earl of Winterhold said with a look of embarrassment and annoyance. "We wanted to intercept it, but all the mage towers are either exhausted or badly damaged. Launched an attack, and some of the combat mages who tried to lift off were entangled by the weird flying soldiers—they used mental attacks that were difficult to defend, and there seemed to be a strong interference field around the flying machines, exhausting the battle. The mages were quickly defeated..."

With that said, the loyal frontier count hurriedly added: "But don't worry, I have just notified several nearby combat mage regiments that are still able to move, and are ready to carry out a lift-off block..."

"No need," Rosetta interrupted immediately. "The Cecilians are not our enemies at the moment."

"...They just crashed into the floor where you were," the earl of Winterhold could not help but reminded, "is this a misunderstanding?"

Rosetta was silent for a while, and said slowly: "...This is a Cecil-like support. In short, don't worry about the aircraft, let them leave at will."

...

Gawain slowly opened his eyes, and the busy scene in the Winter Wolf Castle command post came into view.

Philip came to him quickly: "Your Majesty, the psionic singer and the wetware server have begun their return journey-Typhon did not stop them."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Well, as expected."

He believes that even the extremely weak and exhausted Typhon army at this moment, if it is really committed to intercept, it will always be able to gather a few formations of wizards to lift off to stop the "psionic choir" teams that have been exposed, since they are at this moment If he chooses not to move, he should have been ordered by Rosetta...This is also normal.

After all, the "generation" of those wetware servers may be many rounds larger than Rosetta...

"Don't pay too much attention to the movements of the Typhons," Gawain glanced at the battle map not far away, turned his head and said to Philip, "Although the battle is over, we have a lot to do. Send more. Send a search force to the place where the wreck of the **** of war fell. No matter what it is, get it back as long as it looks wrong-remember to remind the soldiers to protect it."

Speaking of this, he paused, and added: "You may meet the Typhon search team-although they do not have the same level of mental protection technology as ours, they still have the basic Siren rune, so I will definitely try to recover the debris of the God of War. The first-line soldiers are ordered to give priority to the recovery of the debris if they are close to our control area. If they are in the opponent's control area...If there is no person, they will also give priority to the recovery of the debris. People say that we are the pilots who jumped in the search air combat, in short, try not to conflict with the Typhon."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain thought for a while, and asked casually, "Is Tyre awake?"

"Miss Tyre woke up half an hour ago. After knowing that the dust had settled, she seemed a little lost, and she should not be asleep yet."

"The southern direction near the Shadow Swamp is the main debris falling area. Let her move with the search team in that direction," Gawain said unhurriedly. "She may help us find more valuable Gods of War. Sample... But send someone to keep an eye on it to prevent her from eating too much."

After Philip left, Amber's figure gradually emerged from the air.

"Where did you go?" Gawain asked without looking up.

"I've been staring at that'Ms. Diana', but she looks very quiet, and there is nothing moving until now," Amber said casually, and then glanced at Gawain, "Did you talk to the'opposite'?"

"A rare opportunity," Gawain nodded, "I don't want to waste the opportunity created by Bertila."

Amber looked at Gawain very seriously, and it took a long time to slowly say: "Look at your appearance...We shouldn't attack Aldernan anymore."

"Originally, this plan was not listed as a priority. It was just a possibility after the battle was out of control," Gao Wen said, his expression a little serious, "Tifeng... after all, it is not the hopeless old Anzu, attacking Austria. Denan is not good for either country."

"Ah-I understand what you mean, what you consider is the demonic tide and the divine disaster, the overall survival probability of mortals in the face of disasters," Amber shrugged. She has spent the longest time by Gawain's side and obviously knows each other best "Then you let Philip send more search teams to fight with the Typhons to calculate the'relics of the gods' scattered on the battlefield?"

"I hope to establish an order in which mortals advance and retreat together, but this does not mean that we will stop and wait for anyone," Gawain glanced at Amber. "What's more, Typhon is far from being considered a plug. Searle's "Allies"-what happened on this battlefield is just a good start, but we still have a long way to go before the order I imagined is realized."