Sword of Daybreaker

Belcetia fixedly stared at the gods in front of her, staring at the vast forests and fertile river valleys that had sheltered the silver elves until three thousand years ago. She was regarded as a holy figure of the highest being by the druids. She had never thought of herself. One day she will stand in front of him like this, facing calmly, looking straight-as a Druid priestess who has abandoned her faith, she has come closer to the God of Nature than any pious priest.

  At this distance, she can see far more than those devout believers, and even more than those ancient priests who have lived for more than three thousand years.

  This is really ironic: those who don’t believe in him see him, and those who are ungodly understand him.

  This reminds her of what she said many years ago when her father abdicated and transferred the authority of the seat of dominance and the title of the highest priest of the druid to her hands:

  "You are the first empire leader who has never been blindfolded by piety, and your eyes may be able to see farther than all of us."

   "I understand," Bersetia lowered her head and said solemnly to Amone, "I will carry out your wishes-of course, no one will know that you are still alive in the world."

Amone gave a hum, followed by a moment of silence, and finally his gaze fell on Bersetia again. In the sacred light, that gaze had a hint of hope: "Go and do what you should do, Queen Silver ."

  Bersetia bowed respectfully and saluted, then took a step back and came to Gao Wen's side. Gao Wen nodded to the two former gods on the scene: "Then I will send her back first, and then I will have time to talk."

The visitor left, and the courtyard shrouded in darkness and chaos once again returned to calm. The two gods of the past seemed to have their own minds. They were silent for several minutes. In the end, it was Milmina who broke the silence first: "I thought you would mention the grandmother of the'Queen'-that was the last chief priestess when you left three thousand years ago. After seeing the deceased, shouldn't you talk about the past?"

"I did want to understand how Costina Morningstar spent her last time, but after hearing about the silver elves living today, I realized that the past is gone," Amorne He said in a low voice, "And even without asking, I can guess what Costina has gone through... She was once my pious priestess and one of the mortals closest to me, but she is the king of elves. The secularization of the court laid the foundation, suppressed the activities of those primitives, and allowed Bersetia’s father to grow up in an environment free from the influence of primitive ideology... For a pious priest, what she did in her later years Every decision made is painful.

   "So, I don’t need to, and I shouldn’t inquire about her old age from her post-population again—some things don’t need to be mentioned repeatedly."

   "Well, sometimes you look dull, but sometimes you think about the problem and hit the nail on the head," Milmina sighed, "but it's good, it's good for you and the elves."

While talking, the magic goddess turned his gaze to the magic net terminal not far away. The projection crystal above the device brightened, and a clear holographic image appeared on the top of the device: "What do you want to see? I won't follow you today. You grabbed it."

  "Find the'Voice of the Forest' channel, I haven't heard the elves singing in a long time."

  ……

Gawain and Bersetia walked side by side in the corridor of the upper zone of the Rebellious Fortress. In the area gradually approaching the surface, the airflow from the ventilation ducts seemed fresh and dry, and the bright and constant light from the magic crystal wall lamps on both sides It exudes a warm texture, which gradually calms down Belcetia's still turbulent thoughts.

   "You seem to be very worried," Gawain's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Bersetia's thinking, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just wondering how far you have traveled on this road," The Silver Queen stopped, her eyes cast into the distance, and the spacious and bright corridors stretched in her vision. The legacy of the ancient Gondor Empire and The common wisdom of modern heirs condenses before her eyes. The laboratories and busy staff are reminding the elf ruler and reminding her how many secrets are operating in the depths of this facility, "I I thought that you just mastered some secret knowledge about gods, and at most unearthed some ancient heritage similar to the eternal slate, and based on this, worked out the framework of the'theocracy council'... I thought my guess was already It's bold enough, but everything here has completely exceeded my prediction.

  "Rebellious plan, the fortress in the shadow world, the relics of the gods, even the gods, and there is more than one...No wonder you put forward so many advanced things, it turns out that you have walked so far on this road."

Gao Wen laughed: "Some secret knowledge and ancient heritage are not enough for me to formulate the framework of the theocracy. Your previous guesses are indeed too conservative. But then again, you are really just thinking about this. Huh?"

Bersetia fell silent, and the most shocking scene appeared in her mind not long ago. The metal wrecks that firmly nailed the gods of nature to the ground surfaced, and the scars of the gods appeared. A shocking picture, and after this picture, she thought of the fall of the **** of war, the battle of Talrond's doomsday, and after half a minute of silence, she finally said her true thoughts: "...never What savior, right?"

  Gawain nodded: "We can only rely on ourselves-we and our God, both can only be our respective saviors."

Belcetia made no sound, just turned around and walked forward silently. Gawain did not make a sound, but walked quietly beside the silver queen. The two walked a long way until they approached the rebellious fortress. At the exit, Bersetia suddenly said: "When can I arrange for me to go to the giant tree of Thorin?"

  "Anytime-if you are short on time, we can go there tomorrow. Now there is an air flight between Cecil City and Solinburg, which can go back and forth within one day."

"Then tomorrow," Bersetia nodded, "I haven't seen Bertila for a long time, and I don't know how many things she still remembers back then. By the way, she knows your...'identity' Huh?"

"Yes," Gawain said casually, "she knew about the'Extraterritorial Wanderer' a long time ago, I think I should be regarded as the'half Gawain brother' in her mind-just like I am here with you. 'Half of Uncle Gao Wen'."

Perhaps thinking of something in the past, Bersetia couldn't help showing a smile, then she shook her head and said as if to herself: "Seven hundred years have passed, we are still on the same road after all. That's fine."

  ……

In the Cathedral of the Holy Light near the center of Cecil City, Veronica finished her long meditation. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the soft holy light in her vision flowing like water, these flowing holy lights Gradually gathered next to him, forming a constant and stable "force field", and then stagnated in casual clothes.

  "...Further improvement in efficiency means that the work of ‘blocking’ and ‘redirecting’ the God of Light is proceeding smoothly, and the effect is obvious. No signs of backlash have been found, which is a good sign."

Veronica murmured a few words softly as if talking to herself, and at the same time stood up from the cushion, she glanced at the empty prayer room, heard some movement in the corridor outside, and tidied it up slightly wrinkled The nun's robe, holding the platinum scepter in her hand, left the room and came to the corridor leading to the inner area of ​​the church.

Not far away, several craftsmen in work clothes were busy, moving some equipment and new furniture into a vacant room. Two technicians wearing researcher’s white robes were standing at the door of the room. Wright, who was in a regular dress, was chatting, and another young attendant, holding a hammer and nail in his hands, was solemnly nailing the new house number to the door frame on one side.

  Veronica walked over there, her gaze fell on the doorplate that the young attendant had just nailed up. On the dark black wooden board, there were two rows of clear and sharp words: Holy Light Church Headquarters; Theological Knowledge Base.

In the corner of this doorplate, the logo of the Council of Theocracy is marked: the opened book, there is an eye overlooking the book, and there are two crossed daggers between the eye and the book-they symbolize the liberation of theocracy, knowledge The return to reason, and the necessary means and determination to cut the chains.

"Veronica," Wright noticed the figure walking towards this side. The sturdy church leader immediately turned his head, with an imposing smile on his face, "Let’s take a look at the church’s new facilities— This is the office of the Theocracy in the church. After that, we will set up a special research group to study the earliest versions of the Holy Light classics and summarize all the historical materials about the Holy Light Church. You should Can be very helpful."

"Patriarch, good day," Veronica smiled and said hello, and stood at the door of the room. She saw that there were many bookshelves, long tables, chairs and terminals specially designed for Monet in the spacious space inside. The platform was prepared, and on the deepest wall of the room was a large logo of the Council of Theocracy. Her gaze could not help but stayed on the logo for a long time before she retracted her gaze and nodded slightly to Wright. "Of course, I am happy to help."

  The era of disobedience is over, this rebellious leader from the ancient Gondor era sighed softly in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, hiding in the ground, she failed to see the fall of the banner of the Gondor Empire. Today, 700 years later, she wandering in the human world could not see the official end of the rebellious plan, but she stood Here, watching the emblem of the theocracy hanging in front of her eyes, she still couldn't help but think of these words—the era of rebellion is over.

  But she didn’t feel sorry for it, because this was not the end of death—a new flag was raised, and a group of new brave men were seeking a brighter future.

  The new theocratic council will take over the legacy of the rebellious plan, standing on the basis of the predecessors, they have gone further and seen more. If the rebellious plan of the Gondor era was a hastily hysterical resistance by a group of desperate people who suddenly faced the dark truth, then the Theocracy today is a business that began after careful consideration after taking over the inheritance.

  It will be more rational, more rigorous, and get more extensive assistance-and it will be more likely to succeed.

Veronica’s only regret is that too many people have not been alive to see the arrival of this day, including the rebels of the past, as well as those who have been consumed in iterations or uploads/downloads. A copy of Philia.

  Wright’s voice rang from the side at this time, awakening Veronica from her brief distraction: "By the way, will you still go to the church to attend the bishops’ conference?"

   "I'm going to meet your Majesty today," Veronica shook her head, "Sorry, you need to go by yourself."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll do it myself," Wright laughed. The seemingly rough but sincere smile can make people involuntarily relax the pressure (of course, occasionally it also brings another sense of meaning to unfamiliar people. Nervous), "You seem to have a lot of trouble these days-I will deal with the church here, you should go to your own business."

  Veronica immediately frowned subconsciously: Has her emotions leaked to the point where she can be noticed by the outside world? It seems that the personality model still needs adjustment...

  ……

After sending Bersetia back to the Autumn Palace, Gawain returned to his study. When he pushed the door into the room, he saw a figure already standing in the room, as if he had been waiting for a long time: holding a platinum scepter, Veronica in the holy robe of a nun.

  There are very few people who are qualified to step into their study without notice. This rebellious leader from the Gondor era is one of them.

   "Veronica?" Gawain looked at the "saint princess" with a holy temperament and a gentle smile all the time, "Are you looking for me?"

   "Your Majesty," Veronica turned to Gawain, her always calm face, but at this moment there was a trace of rare solemnity, "I want to talk to you about the Gondor Wasteland."

  Gawain was walking towards the back chair behind his desk. Hearing the words, his footsteps suddenly stopped. He heard some unusual meanings from the other's tone: "Gondola Wasteland? Why are you talking about this suddenly?"

   "I suspect that there is a force in the depths of the Gondor Wasteland—and they are extremely threatening to the outside world."

   Gao Wen's expression became serious: "A force? What kind of force?"

"Do you still remember the information mentioned in the dossier of the End of All Things that were found from the Palace of Solindi?" Veronica looked into Gawain's eyes. "Then mentioned there are two pieces belonging to the End of All Things. The power of the dead is active in the world. One part of the human world outside the magnificent wall executes the "Pseudo-God Body" project, and the other part is hidden in the Gondor Wasteland, carrying out seemingly marginal activities such as intelligence collection and data assistance. ..."

"Of course I know," Gao Wen nodded immediately. In fact, even if he did not mention the files found in the Sorindi Palace, he knew that part of the "Remnant Party" of the All-Dead Society was hidden in the wasteland. I have personally dealt with this force, and learned a lot of information about them from Bertila, "As far as I know...this part of the cultists hiding in the wasteland are acting very secretively, even the outside The Cultists of the End of All Things are not sure what these'comrades' are doing. The Empire has also tried to take some measures. However, due to the obstruction of the wasteland pollution area, even if we know their existence, we can take them for a while. Method."

   "Maybe you should think of a way." Veronica said solemnly.