Sword of Daybreaker

Gao Wen looked at the "God of Nature" who looked like a mountain in front of him, and the latter looked at him motionlessly. The light-cast crystal eyes were filled with quietly surging light. With Gao Wen's knowledge, It is impossible to read the emotional changes belonging to human beings.

They just stared at each other for a moment. Gawain confirmed that the other party was not joking, he squeezed his chin and said while thinking: "This is not a complicated request. I can arrange it for you, but..."

Amone's tone rose: "Just?"

"You said that your perception of the real world is limited, and usually you can only know some vague changes in the state of affairs," Gao Wen looked at Amone very seriously, "Where did you know the magic net terminal? Yes? I don’t remember anyone talking to you about this."

Amone: "..."

Gao Wen: "..."

After a short silence for a few seconds, Gawain withdrew his gaze. He looked around. There was only a chaos in the empty and quiet shadow world. The blurred and broken ground and black masses in the sky filled the entire field of vision-here. No one seemed to be there except him and Ammon.

He turned his head, as if the slightly awkward silence had not happened before, and he did not care about where Amoen learned about the Demon Net terminal. He just smiled and said to the giant deer in front of him: " I will arrange for Veronica or Carmel to send you a set of equipment-the supporting network device will also help you debug it."

"Thank you very much, then." Amone said lightly.

Gawain nodded, and then simply said something individually, then turned and left this dark and empty place.

It wasn't until Gawain's figure disappeared completely in the courtyard of the rebellious fortress that Amone retracted his gaze from a distance. His huge crystal eyes narrowed slightly, and beside him, the darkness of emptiness and chaos suddenly rolled up. An invisible wind of magic power, shimmering smoke and dust emerged out of thin air like breeding from the earth, rapidly spinning and condensing into a huge female figure.

This is a lady with the height of a bell tower. Her whole body is composed of the purest arcane power and incomprehensible smoke and dust. There are countless dots of light and magic symbols embedded in her misty skirt. On the pendulum, this is the former goddess of magic-Milmina.

As soon as the figure condensed and formed, Milmina looked up at the direction of disobeying the main building of the fortress, and then looked sideways at the giant deer Amon lying not far away: "Is he really gone?"

Amone's body couldn't move, but his eyes seemed to float upwards: "If I said I didn't go, would you immediately run into the depths of the shadow world like a gust of wind? Just like before?"

"...That seems to be gone," Milmina said as if he was relieved, and then there was a clear dissatisfaction on her face formed by magical smoke, and she looked down at Amone. , "You exposed me again just now! Was it accidental this time?"

Amone was silent for two seconds before he said indifferently, "...to the effect."

"I told you interesting things in the main material world, but you exposed my whereabouts," Milmina said dissatisfiedly, "I don't remember when I offended you!"

"I said it to the effect," Amone said casually, his tone as if he was always so impatient, "Also, why are you so afraid of Gawain Cecil? Even if you have now faded from the priesthood, you It is also a powerful magic creature. In this special shadow world, why should you be so afraid of a mortal?"

"I said that I can't return to the sight of mortals now-I have to wait until those remaining'connections' fade further," Mirmina looked at Amone, and suddenly narrowed her eyes. "And could it be you Didn't you really feel it? In that so-called'mortal', there is a force that suppresses us...that is the legacy of the sailor, don't you feel it?"

Amone let out a low laugh, and then reminded the **** hiding in the shadow world: "The legacy of the sailor... of course I feel it, but you look down at what this pile of things on me is. ?"

Milmina glanced at the criss-crossing wounds on the opponent's body and the debris that pierced deeply into the wounds, and immediately retreated a little aside with resistance: "Well, for you, that Gawain Cecil The breath of a sailor on my body may indeed be no big deal — but it’s different to me, I don’t want to deal with that dangerous thing at all.”

There seemed to be a hint of ridicule in Amone's tone: "I thought the incarnation of'magic' would have a stronger curiosity and spirit of exploration, and should be brave to face the legacy of the sailor."

"Curiosity and exploratory spirit do not mean recklessness. Appropriate caution and reason are also necessary qualities when searching for truth," Milmina said, suddenly showing a trace of searching gaze, "Speaking of which, I have I got a little curious—you asked Gawain Cecil for the Magic Net terminal...what do you want to do?"

Amone said lightly: "I said it before, to ease boredom."

"You have lie here for three thousand years, and you can lie here for another three thousand years. For us,'boring' is a false proposition-the time span within ten thousand years has little effect on us," Milmina Staring at Ammon, there was no joking in his tone, "Put away the set of reasons for'boring'. I told you about the Mowang terminal and Mowang. I know better than you what it is. The Monet terminal is used to access the Monet, and the Monet is the carrier of the neural network, so you are actually interested in the mental space formed by mortals using the neural network... What do you want to use it for?"

Amone did not directly answer the other party, but instead asked: "You seem to be worried that I will endanger the safety of those mortals?"

"I owe them a kindness," Milmina said seriously, "My character is a kindness-this is the first time I can do what I want to do according to my character, so this thing is very important to me."

"Then you can rest assured, I don't intend to do any damage, on the contrary, I have high expectations for those human beings-it is because of this that I am more interested in the neural networks they created," Amoen Quietly said, his gaze fell on Milmina, "That neural network has washed away your divinity. This process shows a possibility."

"Do you want to try?" Milmina's tone was questioning, "Don't blame me for damaging your confidence, but I don't think you can succeed. What I do requires extremely high magic skills and... …Talent, and your talent is obviously not in this field. On the other hand, the non-directive thoughts in the unconscious zone are not a “safe tool”, but a very dangerous drug. In a sense, face that This kind of non-directional thought is as dangerous as your legacy of hitting the sailor. It is a kind of suicide. Finally, the neural network is not a public square that comes and goes freely—it has guards in it. Yes, although that is an inexperienced guard, the neural network is her home field."

Having said that, she paused for a while, and said with a trace of sincerity: "You don't need to take risks in this regard, you have succeeded in your own way-although it took a lot of time, you don't need to start all over again. Another way."

"Don't worry, I didn't plan to do this kind of thing myself," Amone broke the silence until Milmina's voice fell. "I know the risks, and I know the dangerous guard. Frankly speaking, I don't want to at all. Facing the guard—even you were almost captured by her, and I’ve been lying here for three thousand years, and I’m even more...not good at running. I’m just a little curious, I want to learn more about that neural network and how it works Yes, I have a feeling that perhaps the third way that humans seek is in the depths of the neural network."

The courtyard quieted down for a while, and Milmina seemed to fall into a short thought. After a while, she broke the silence: "So, you decided to step out after hearing the'ideal' described by Gawain Cecil. One step-do you really believe that he can find a way for mortals and gods to coexist safely without leaving hidden dangers?"

"Safe coexistence without leaving hidden dangers? It's too early to say this...Even Gawain Cecil himself now only thinks that there is a third way, and with his optimism he dare not say your conclusion. "Amorn seemed to have a slight smile, "but I believe he will work hard to produce some results. Before these results come out, it is not a bad thing to do more observation, is it?"

"Your statement like this is worth agreeing, but you really have no other purpose?"

"Other purposes? There are, too," Amone said softly, with a long sigh. "To be honest, after learning that the mortal world has changed so much, staying here... boring."

Is it really boring...

Milmina quietly looked at Amone, who was bound to the broken ground--maybe the other party was really telling the truth, but she couldn't understand it, because she couldn't empathize and understand the inheritance seal of the sailor How does it feel to be in one place for three thousand years?

After breaking away from the shackles of the **** position, she can run freely in this endless and wide area, and can run from the courtyard of rebellion to the deepest part of the shadow world in one breath, and occasionally go to the shadow world to wander-she is not boring at all.

Thinking of this, the twinkling smoke and dust floated around her again, and then suddenly turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.

Amone looked at the direction of Mirmina's disappearance quietly, without moving.

The gods swearing)..."

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In the continent of Loren dominated by humans and other intelligent races, the wheel of history is rolling forward, and the development of civilization is heading for an unprecedented path.

On another continent in the far north, the progress of civilization has been stagnated here for 1.87 million years. Until now, its stuck wheels began to turn again — or, to be turned. Opportunity.

The gods disappeared.

The cradle disappeared.

The shackles and eternal refuge that have bound for millions of years have disappeared.

This land was free, but in the first seventy-two hours of freedom, everything in Tarrond just hibernated quietly-the winner was prostrated in the scorching dust, letting the howling wind come from the distant sea Blowing up, no one cheered to celebrate this victory, and no one could stand up and record this historical turning point.

On the fragmented east coast, in the completely destroyed Agundor, in the scorching rift that runs through the entire continent, the dragons that survived the battle and countless war machines that have been completely scrapped stand still together, like stones that have lost their lives. Like "scattered" all over the ruins of Tarrond.

No new orders were issued, no tasks that had to be processed, most of these Omega terminals stopped motionless, only occasionally some giant dragons took off, or there were surviving transport machines from floating dust clouds. Flying across the sky, they transported the only remaining supplies to various places to maintain the life of the last survivor on this continent.

This stagnation lasted for a long time, until the wind from the sea dispelled the high-altitude dust clouds, until the elemental rift in the center of the continent gradually closed, and lasted until the fire in the city of God extinguished, in the middle of the ruins of Agundor, There was finally a new movement in the depths of the earth.

One after another roar came from the depths of the earth, that is the remaining power system is driving some key armor protection layer, the faint shaking spread through the ruins, the buried mechanical device thumped the heavy one. The soil layer and the collapsed building—a corner of the Agundor ruins collapsed, but the central area swelled abnormally. Such a movement continued for a full minute before the ruins were finally pushed through a gap.

A huge, metal-forged claw pushed away the shattered temple column, and the claw climbed outward, bringing out the thick and powerful limbs, the strangely shaped torso and the head that shone with red light.

After a difficult climb, a special "dragon" that has reached nearly two hundred meters in length and has never appeared on the land of Tarrond finally climbed out of the ruins and climbed to the heights of Agundor .

Even in the dragon kingdom where implant modification technology is popular, "he" is definitely a creature beyond the imagination of dragons——

The body of this giant dragon is almost entirely composed of metal and other inorganic substances. Layers of heavy alloy armor and high-strength polymers are his scales and skin. The gaps in his shell are shining with wandering light, and the interior seems to be countless. Qing’s miniature machinery is constantly moving; however, this giant dragon is not a purely mechanical creature. His breastplate has an irregular transparent structure. In the polymer shell, you can see obvious flesh and blood organs, organic solutions, and flesh and blood organs. It is fused with metal devices, but it is not like the implant technology that Talrond once prevailed. On the contrary, it seems like... these organs "grow" on their own.

The weird form of this dragon was not due to implant modification-he was born this way.

With heavy steps, this weird dragon stepped over the roof of the former Supreme Council, over the square of the upper church and the wreckage of the elevator, and he came to a place made up of half-melted debris. In front of the cliff, and slowly crouched down here.

The capable combat machinery and the remaining dragons approached one after another, gathering in front of him, as if waiting for the next instruction.

But Omega just raised his head, unskilledly controlling this strange body made of steel and biomass, quietly looking into the distance.

He observes the world, full of curiosity.