Sword of Daybreaker

In the last ray of light left by the sunset, the giant eagles from the Silver Empire instigated their giant wings to land on the Pioneer Square near the city center. These proud and well-trained giant birds of prey stood solemnly in a foreign country. He lowered his body on the ground, allowing the rider behind to fall to the ground, while the last rays of glow in the sky flowed quietly from the top of the buildings around the square at almost the same time, and night fell on the imperial capital.

However, the darkness did not come as expected-the magic spar lamp was already lit, and bright brilliance sprinkled from the top of the tall iron pillars, making the square and the surrounding roads bright as daylight, and the welcoming teams greeted them from both sides. On the edge of the square, a huge holographic projection rose into the sky, with brilliant streamers and welcome speeches expressed in two languages ​​at the same time. The cheerful music echoed over the square. It was human music—but it was mixed. The tone sandhi of the wizard style.

Azmore got down from the back of the giant eagle. Before he had time to observe the human capital, the light, shadow and sound in front of his eyes and ears made him stunned. Then he slowly adapted to it, and his eyes swept over those Dressed in "modern costumes" that are quite different from those in memory, humans who look radiant, look at the bright and neat street lamps and the towering buildings on the edge of the square, cross the huge holographic projections floating in the air, and see the microscopic light emitted in the distance. Light crystal towers, mechanical clock towers, flying machines patrolling in the sky further away, and even dragons flying at night.

  The God-given pair of eyes allows him to see farther in the night, and all he sees are details that cannot be seen when overlooking the sky.

The oldest surviving druid saint widened his eyes in surprise-he still remembers the grand scene of the Gondor Empire, and the kingdom established by the pioneers after the Demon Tide, but everything... …Are completely different from what he sees today.

   "This is... the ‘Cecile Empire’ reborn from the ashes?" He whispered in surprise, "I thought..."

  "You think it should be more rugged and more like a military empire, don't you?" A smiling female voice came from behind, awakening the old druid, "just like many people have said."

"...I don't have this kind of prejudice, Queen, I know that a military empire that can only be armed and armed cannot build an alliance that unites the power of the entire continent," Azmore shook his head slowly, "but I did not expect it. It will look like this... The humans in my memory have shorter life spans than elves, but more serious than flexible ones, and in this city-everything is growing wantonly."

He used the word "growth wantonly" to describe the city he saw, because what he saw was indeed different from others-in those god-given eyes, he could see "viability" and "vitality" "In the context of formation, he can see the power filled behind those seemingly cold buildings, the entire city is shrouded in a huge and active energy field, and he can also see the formation of thousands of minds. "Resonance", a positive, self-confident and majestic spiritual resonance covering the sky above the city, and this powerful, vivid, cohesive force, he has not seen it for many centuries.

"There are twelve different intelligent species gathered in this city, and they also include dozens of peoples from all over the world. There are dragons from Tarrond and elves from the Silver Empire. Dwarves will do business here. , There are also gray elves studying here-occasionally, you may even meet a sea monster from the deep sea," Belsetia said with a smile, "I know what you mean by'wild growth'... …Although I don’t have your eyes, I can see how great power is gathering in this land."

"...As the leader of the "Orthodox Church" of the Druids, is it appropriate to admit that he does not have the Eye of God?" Azmore did not look up, but said in a very calm and indifferent tone, "In the past three thousand years , The Morningstar family never admits this."

"It's not important anymore," Bersetia said softly, looking up and not far away, a tall figure has appeared at the end of the carpet, and the artificial lights in the square seemed to weave a curtain behind that figure. Meet the human hero who'resurrected from the dead'-he has already arrived."

  ……

In the shadow world shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the courtyard of the rebellion has maintained its unchanging peace for thousands of years, as if a hill-like holy deer is lying motionless on the floating boulders and large-scale metal In the structure, he is closing his eyes and restoring his mind, and a large number of artificial devices that are as small as toys compared to his body are distributed around him. Runes on the surface of the devices flicker, and the brilliance of magic flows slowly.

A huge lady wearing a black gloomy long dress and a half-empty and half-solid lower body like a cloud and mist is sitting on a stone pillar not far from the giant deer, her hands on her knees, and her full attention to the magic net terminal not far ahead. , Above the specially-made large terminal, the love and hatred of the mortal world are being shown in the huge holographic projection—the ups and downs of stories are enough to attract the eyes of gods.

  It took me an unknown long time before the closed-eyed Ju Lu suddenly opened his eyes. After looking at Mirmina, he said casually: "You have watched it the third time, aren't you tired?"

"A classic drama is worth watching more than ten times-I only watched it three times," Milmina said without hesitation, without looking back, "and I think you should watch this too— —I think this is the most interesting story I have seen so far. It is different from any drama that mortals have ever created..."

  Amorn had no interest in the "drama" that Milmina was paying attention to, but at this time he couldn't help but ask: "What is it?"

"It's related to the sacred legend of the Holy Light Church!" Milmina said immediately, her eyes seemed to be shining with light - in fact, her eyes were indeed shining with light, and each ray of light was enough for a powerful magic power. The engine ran for two days, "It is about the first generation of Holy Light Apostles who led the tribesmen in the dark to find the sacred land of the four seasons of cereals. On the way, they encountered fraudsters disguised as gods and false gospels. Devourers, and even fake sacred places that are constantly growing and devouring flesh and blood, disguised as fertile land. Finally, the sage brought the people back to the place where they started at the beginning, only to find that the sacred place was the hometown...

   "Hey, let me tell you, it's great to jump directly to the scene five hundred years later at the last time. At the intersection where the saint led the tribe to set off, a city so big was built..."

  Amorn listened quietly to Milmina’s narration, and then suddenly said for a long time: "There is no **** in the sacred legend, and there is no church in the story of the church. They really did that..."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with it," Milmina smiled, leaning on the stone pillar behind her rather relaxedly. "It is people who write stories, people who tell stories, and people who listen to them, God. Well... God is in the story, in that involuntary story, and now they can finally extract God from this involuntary story, which is good for everyone.

"If one day they really want to make a magical drama about the goddess of magic, tell everyone that the original "source of magic miracle" was compiled by a serious alcoholic magician after drinking, the original oracle of the goddess of magic It originated from the severe tinnitus after an old magician got up... Then I really want to thank them and the whole family..."

  Amorn was a little surprised: "The oracle? So you really sent the oracle in the early years? Didn't you say that you never answered the prayers of the believers?"

"...You are young and ignorant," Milmina sighed. "When she was born, she was muddled and unconscious. You don't know that kind of state-you are falling asleep when you suddenly hear someone calling yourself, so you don't subconsciously respond. Well, how do I know that after responding to that time, it will be endless..."

Amone seemed to be holding back a smile, his eyes narrowed, and then he said: "The Theocracy’s'reconstruction plan' will first start with churches that have declined or are going downhill, or like the Holy Light. The church is a church that is completely under the control of the world—so, maybe they will really tell a new story about the goddess of magic. You can expect this. But then again, the story they want to tell is not There must always be a routine-can you accept it?"

   "What can't be accepted?" Milmina said carelessly, "I accepted the funeral..."

"I have discussed his plan with Gao Wen, and read some information from the theocracy," Amone said unhurriedly. "They not only need to make theocracy secular, but they also need to make the gods humane and popular. Taking into account the current public’s ability to accept them, they should not be able to portray the gods as villains in a short time, but perhaps in their next “new story”, the goddess of magic will be arranged with a secular “personal setting” ', appeared on stage..."

  Before Amorn’s voice, Milmina thought about it seriously, and after groaning, she said with a serious face: "If their protective equipment can hold it, I think I can do it myself..."

  Amorn: "..."

  Milmina looked at him curiously: "Why don't you speak anymore?"

   "Sometimes I always feel like I can't keep up with your ideas..." Amone said slowly, "Especially this time."

   "I think this is normal," Milmina said carelessly, "Compared to me, you are not good at thinking..."

  Amorn closed his eyes, and seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to the "neighbor" who was relying on him, but suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes opened suddenly-the holiness was brighter than before.

   "What's wrong with you?" Milmina sensed the turbulent atmosphere around Ammon. She had never felt a similar reaction to this peaceful nature god, "You..."

   "I feel..." Amone whispered softly like a dream, his gaze fell in front of the gate in front of the rebellious courtyard, "They are here..."

"They? Who are they?" Milmina was stunned for a moment. At first she didn't react, but she soon remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and her gaze towards Amoen became a little complicated, "...needed Am I leaving?"

   "...Thank you for your understanding," Amone said in a low voice, "Also, please do me a favor before you leave."

  Milmina stood up. She looked at Amoen’s huge and scarred body, and before the other party went on, she guessed what the **** of nature was going to say: "I understand—be decent?"

  Amorn lowered his eyelids slightly: "I just don't want them to worry."

In the rebellious courtyard, a low humming sound began to sound from everywhere. The high-powered magic net unit and the amplification and projection arrays began to operate under the command of the remote control center, and the crystals fixed in the base were separated. The groove slowly rotated around the two gods, and at the same time that the anti-divine barrier was activated, Milmina also waved her arm gently in the direction of Amone.

The criss-crossed metal and crystal fragments on the giant deer quickly faded and disappeared in a distorted haze, and were blocked by an invisible optical barrier. Those shocking wounds were also covered and covered. After just a few breaths, set sail. The warrior's weapons and spacecraft fragments were all concealed, and only the holy giant deer remained in place, quietly lying prone among a piece of floating rubble.

  And the figure of Milmina...has disappeared before then.

  ……

  A team passed through the Shadow Realm portal at the bottom of the Rebellious Fortress, and marched towards the deepest part of the Rebellious Fortress. After reaching the last corridor, Belcetia stopped and signaled that the accompanying elves would stay here.

   "Your Majesty," an elf military officer couldn't help but stepped forward, "We should..."

"It's fine for you to wait here," Bersetia said mildly but unquestionably, "His Majesty Gawain Cecil and I have the ability to protect our own safety-the way forward from here, you don't need too much Many people."

  The military attache lowered his head and accepted the order of the empress, and then led the guards to the nearby rest area, while Bersetia looked at Gawain and nodded slightly.

Gawain’s gaze fell not far away. Several old-faced silver elves were standing there, wearing classical robes that no longer belong to this era, wearing old-age crowns and ceremonial beads that have long been abandoned by the royal family. Chuan, they are like a group of ghosts coming out of ancient paintings-but they really stand in this place.

  The Archdruid Azmore stood at the forefront of these ancient priests, with a calm face, without sadness or joy, as if only quietly waiting for his own destiny, or an answer.

  The gate leading to the courtyard of the rebellion is in front. The safety device near the gate is operating, the runes on the gate are flashing, and the energy field of the anti-divine barrier has been connected to the barrier system of the rebellion fortress itself.

Gawain exhaled slightly and stepped forward to activate the gate. Amidst the creaking sound of the mechanical device pushing the heavy gate, he nodded slightly to the ancient priest who came from history: "Master Azmore, please Right."

  Azmore took a deep breath, stepped across the gate, stepped out, as if it had passed three thousand years.

He saw a space shrouded in darkness and chaos in front of him. That space was completely opposite to the legendary kingdom of God, but there was another holy radiance rising in the distance, as if it was dispelling the surrounding darkness. He saw that there was something in that radiance. Like a mountain-like figure lying quietly, just looking at the past, you can feel a huge power and the kindness and warmth that breeds from the depths of the soul.

The old priest suddenly felt that he was in a trance. The countless thoughts, guesses, and plans that emerged along the way all collapsed into a reality at this moment. All the emotions accumulated three years ago also landed at this moment. He was almost Subconsciously took a step forward, and suddenly felt a long-lost power emerging from the depths of the heart.

  His divine art that had been exhausted for three thousand years came back, and the connection with the gods was re-established. He became a priest who possessed divine art and could pray, just as it was three thousand years ago.

  He took another step forward, the shining figure became clear, and he felt the familiar gaze fall on him, peaceful and warm.

  A deep and sweet voice sounded in every priest's heart: "You are here..."

  So they couldn't cry.