Sword of Daybreaker

Amber blinked and looked at the phrases that Gawain seemed to have unconsciously written on paper. She could understand all the words, but after they were combined, she had never seen them before—the half-elf’s head was rumbling. After a while, it was finally confirmed that this thing didn't seem to be understood, so he simply retracted his gaze and started to stare at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

Gao Wen raised his eyes and glanced at this guy: "I thought you would ask."

Amber suddenly became proud: "I guessed you would say it."

"Then I won't talk about it, anyway, there is no shadow of this matter," Gawain waved his hand without any psychological burden, and then, as expected, saw the half-elf in front of him puff up his face-which made him He was more happy, and immediately changed the subject, "Has our invitation to neighboring countries received a response?"

"How long has it just been sent out? How could it be so fast-even you just returned to the imperial capital." Amber wanted to continue asking what the words written by Gawain meant, but she had to follow along when the other party changed the subject." They will definitely have to discuss, discuss, and maybe even conspiracy theories, guessing whether the two human empires are planning to divide the interests of the entire continent..."

"Indeed, they have to weigh it carefully. After all, this has never been done before." Gao Wen smiled, his expression was rather indifferent, "but in the end they will probably agree, or at least send a representative. Come and take a look and confirm what this happened—Cecile and Typhon are the'leaderships' of the two major settlement areas on the continent today. All kingdoms that trade with the two empires cannot ignore this invitation. Even if they don’t pay attention to the previous war, after that, they must also pay attention to the economic operation of the settlement area... The real headache is those countries outside the settlement area."

"The Violet Kingdom, and the Dwarf Kingdom, the several city-state associations in the southeast corner of the continent..." Amber's eyes rolled, and the corresponding information came to mind, "They are all relatively closed countries, or are related to the interior of the continent. Countries with natural geographic barriers. In fact, the dwarven kingdom and those fringe city-state alliances are fortunate to say that sooner or later the maritime trade line will pull them into the settlement area of ​​the two empires. Only the hermit-like violet kingdom...difficult."

"A hermit-like kingdom..." Hearing Amber’s muttering, Gao Wen’s expression could not help but become a little complicated: When many countries on this continent began to open their doors to this new era, there was a country that seemed to be quiet. Staying in another world like maintaining a mysterious blockade posture, this will inevitably make people curiosity flooded, "This country built on a huge island will always remain in a state of separation from the countries on the mainland... But from the Violet Kingdom to the mainland There are not many wizards traveling, and there are merchants in the northern region doing business with the other side of the sea. They don’t seem to be completely closed..."

"Yes, the people are not completely closed. The Violet Kingdom does not prohibit its citizens from traveling to mainland countries, nor does it prohibit foreign trade in coastal cities, but their capital, the city of a thousand towers, never treats anyone. Open, their royal family does not come into contact with people on the Loren continent. So far, all our exchanges with them have been done indirectly through the Violet Council or second-level envoys."

"...This is even more surprising," Gawain muttered, touching his chin. "It's so close to us, but it looks more mysterious than the dragon clan-now even the Holy Dragon Principality has opened its doors to us."

"Should we adopt some more proactive communication plan? Hmm...or investigating?" Amber thought for a while, stretched out his hand and gestured, "I mean to send some spies..."

Gawain took a look at the half-elf, who also opened his eyes openly and confidently, as if he was a head of intelligence who was fully engaged in work, conscientious and ready to do things.

"You are indeed a qualified intelligence minister," Gao Wen sighed, "but haven't you ever tried to send someone to infiltrate the Violet Kingdom? Is it effective?"

"This...Well, the MIB did send some people. We tried to investigate the situation of the Violet Kingdom with the help of businessmen or adventurers, but the progress was not smooth. Basically, we could only carry out activities in their coastal cities. It is difficult to infiltrate inland anymore—and those coastal cities look no different from the rest of the Loren continent. But if you order, I can make some new plans..."

"No, it's enough," Gawain shook his head. "We can't treat every country that doesn't want to open its doors as its own enemy. It's an offense to temptation beyond necessary-they have their own way of living and close the country. It is also their freedom. We cannot ask everyone in the world to abide by Cecil's values."

Amber shrugged: "Well, you have the final say."

Gao Wen gave a hum, and was about to ask about other things, but just before he could speak, the magic net terminal set beside the desk suddenly rang.

After the terminal was connected, the holographic projection in mid-air trembled twice, Veronica's figure appeared in mid-air, her expression looked strange: "Your Majesty, here we are analyzing the remains of the God of War recovered from the battlefield. Some discoveries."

Gawain immediately put the previous topic behind his head, his expression suddenly serious: "Wait a moment, I will go over immediately!"

...

Rebelling against the fortress deep in the dark mountains.

The continuous development of the empire and the improvement of various facilities in Cecil City did not make this ancient fortress abolished. Instead, with the resumption of the rebellious plan and the deepening of various research projects on the gods, this once dedicated The facilities to study the gods and demons were once again used.

The space in the mountain that has gone through thousands of years has been re-reinforced, the ancient corridors and rooms have been cleaned and painted, new experimental equipment and staff have been settled in it, and many laboratories and warehouses are now in use. Under the leadership of Veronica and Carmel, and the permission of Gawain, the middle and lower levels of the Rebellious Fortress have become the new "deity research base" of the Cecil Empire, dedicated to cracking the mysteries related to the gods.

In order to achieve this goal, Gawain even set up a neural network computing node in the Dark Mountains, which is used to introduce Naritir's power into the interior of the rebellious fortress. The former "upper narrator" itself can be used here. The laboratory provides the necessary data analysis services, and at the same time is a strong safety barrier to protect the vulnerable ordinary people in the facility from the heritage of the gods.

At this moment, in a large laboratory in the deepest layer of the Rebellious Fortress, a group of technicians are analyzing the dangerous wreckage collected from the battlefield of Winterhold.

The rectangular experiment hall is brightly lit, and various magical devices are buzzing around the room. In the center of the room, there are several neatly arranged platforms. At this moment, a part of the debris from the **** of war is placed on each platform. Some are iron-gray armor fragments, some are entangled dark red fiber clusters, and some are rocks that seem to be completely infiltrated and corroded by blood, no matter what, they all exude strong magical fluctuations and eye-catching aura.

Around each platform, there are four metal cylinders engraved with complex runes, and a thick magic halo floats between the cylinders to isolate dangerous samples from the outside.

More than a dozen researchers are busy everywhere, recording the magical fluctuations released by the wrecks and the various changes they show over time. The expressions on everyone's faces are solemn and faintly excited. Carmel, the director of the laboratory, floated among the researchers, directing and supervising the operation of the scene. Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, stood farther away from them. The brilliance beside the female princess rose and fell slightly, but her expression was already lost in thought.

Gao Wen and Amber entered the room at this moment.

Veronica noticed Gawain's breath for the first time, and she immediately woke up from her thoughts, turned and walked: "Your Majesty, you are here."

"Well, I'll take a look at the situation." As Gao Wen said, he first looked up and looked around the entire scene-in addition to the busy technicians, he also found some extraordinary "existence" for the first time. ":

On the roof of the laboratory, some dim and faint lines spread out from the air, intertwined in the entire room into a form like a spider web. This almost transparent spider web shelters everything here, and in the center of the spider web, Gawain also vaguely saw a lazy white spider lying on it.

That was the "upper narrator" who had shrunk an unknown number-she looked a little bored, and she might have fallen asleep.

"When technicians need to directly contact the relics of the gods, Naritil will provide shelter and warning of pollution on the spot," Veronica noticed Gawain's sight and immediately explained to the side, "This is Carmel. One of the designed experimental procedures, the facts prove that this is very effective."

"Well," Gawain nodded, and said casually as he stepped forward, "Tell me about the situation, what did you find?"

"In short..." Carmel floated from the side and bowed slightly in front of Gawain. A buzzing voice came from his body, "We found these wrecks... Now there is no mental harm to mortals."

Gawain stopped halfway, and he seemed to be stunned on the spot.

Amber, who buried his head behind him and walked forward, slammed his head directly on his back-he bounced back nearly one meter away.

"No mental damage?" Gawain didn't seem to feel the impact from his back. He stared at Carmel, "Is this conclusion reliable?"

"Reliable, we conducted a direct and rigorous test," Carmel said with a serious blue look. "This includes personnel testing-the tester directly touched the sample under close observation and nothing happened.

"Of course, we have done a good job of protection-Naritier entangled the tester's mind with spider silk. Once mental pollution occurs, the tester will be instantly ‘pulled’ back and undergo purification and healing."

"Have you even tested this..." Gawain finally recovered from his consternation. He listened to Carmel's account in disbelief, but his eyes fell on the platform closest to him involuntarily. Between the well-protected rune pillars and the energy barrier, there is a piece of armor fragments flowing with iron-gray brilliance lying quietly. Because the **** of war is originally huge, it is no longer possible to see which part of the armor once belonged to this fragment at this moment. To be sure, this thing... used to be enough to drive the most determined fighter into madness as long as it was placed in front of mortals.

Originally, when he entered the laboratory, he saw the fragment directly on the stage. The surrounding people did not seem to be affected. At the time, he thought it was the various protective systems in the laboratory and the Naruti at the scene. You are playing a role, but now it seems...that is not the case.

The wreckage is harmless.

So, what has changed on these fragments?

"After the fall of the God of War, did all the remaining fragments lose their'divineness'?" Gao Wen whispered to himself, "Because the fall was so complete, the remaining fragments became mortal things?"

"We also guess that these fragments have changed, but Naritil doesn't think so," Veronica's voice came from the side. "She used spider silk to prey before the fall of the **** of war. She remembered the breath of God of War. Just now, she analyzed the remaining breath on these fragments and confirmed that apart from some weakness and escape, the nature of the two breaths has not changed qualitatively. Miss Tyre also helped. Confirmed..."

There is no need for others to explain, Gawain knows how Tyre helped confirm, but he still couldn't help asking: "Is Tyre's inspection reliable?"

"I think it can be trusted," I don't know if it is an illusion, Veronica, who has always been calm and calm, has a little hesitation when she speaks. "Although she has consumed a lot of samples, she is indeed an expert in this aspect. "

"...I understand," Gawain rubbed his eyebrows, "In short, the residual power of the gods on these fragments has not declined, theoretically the spiritual pollution they carry has not disappeared, but now these pollution has no effect on mortals. So it is not these fragments that have changed, but..."

Having said that, he subconsciously stopped.

It's not that he couldn't say a conclusion, but the conclusion that came to his mind at this moment is really a bit weird, and even a bit challenging.

But behind him, Amber, who was rubbing his nose, obviously didn't think too much. The half-elf almost subconsciously said: "These fragments have not changed, so can it be humans that have changed..."

The entire laboratory was quiet, and Amber, who was rubbing her nose, immediately felt the atmosphere change. Her movements stopped, and she looked around with a little fear, her eyes finally fell on Gawain: "I just talked casually. Just say it, just say it, you don’t have to take it seriously..."

"No," Veronica shook her head, and said slowly and deeply, "We presume... exactly."

Amber's eyes widened, and he was startled for a long time: "...Mom?"

"This is not the final conclusion, everything needs more testing and analysis," Carmel couldn't help but said, the arcane light on his body was also a little uncertain, "Yes, more testing and analysis... this The significance of the conclusion is too great, we must design more carefully..."

"We can verify it carefully. It is not an exaggeration to verify it a hundred times, but before that, we can indeed make a bold guess," Veronica interrupted Carmel, holding the finger of the platinum scepter. Slightly exerted force, the fingertips were a little white, "Perhaps... our battle on the battlefield of Winterhold has an impact far more than just the loss of a god."

(Why so many people went to play the first season of the anomaly in the anomalous biographies...that was not done by the production team reorganized by the readers...)