Sword of Daybreaker

  In fact, Victoria really wanted to ask why hiccups could hurt her throat, but the tacit understanding developed between her friends for many years allowed her to dispel the thought of speaking at the last minute-by the way, she also found herself a more reliable reason.

  After all, Maggie is a dragon. When their race hiccup...the temperature may be higher.

  In a sense, Victoria’s ideas subtly match reality...

Seeing that the embarrassment disappeared invisible, Maggie seemed to be a little relieved, then she looked at Victoria's face and hurriedly said before the other party raised any questions: "How did you and Mr. Modil... contact? kind?"

  The "being chased by ancient gods" and "samples" mentioned by Victoria just now can be regarded as the content of the communiqué. What she is asking now is Victoria's personal feelings.

  The Duchess of the North was silent for a few seconds, seeming to be recalling the process of contact with the old man today. After a short time of memory and thinking, she whispered in a weird tone: "I don't know..."

  "Don't you know?" Maggie's eyes widened in surprise, "This is not like your speaking style."

"No one can conceive the process of contact with the family ancestors in advance, neither can I," Victoria sighed slightly, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, "I used magic to confirm his blood connection with me. The credibility is more than 100%. Ninety-nine, but in addition to this layer of factual connection, from speaking temperament to living habits, from way of thinking to personality characteristics, all the feelings he gives me are only strange...I want to know him as much as possible. But the more I understood, the more I saw an ancestor with family records and a lot of differences from the history books... It was like facing a specious phantom. I knew it was true, but I always felt violated. And place."

"We talked about this before we set off, didn't we?" Maggie said with a trace of concern. "You have expected this situation-a living person must be different from what is recorded in the book, let alone. Mr. Dier has been missing for nearly six hundred years. No one knows what he has experienced in these six hundred years, and this experience can completely shape him into another look. In the final analysis, we are not looking for one. The same'Modil Wilde' just came to Tarrond."

"You're right, I really shouldn't care about these details," Victoria nodded, "I just thought of Ms. Hetty... She may have experienced the confusion I faced, but it seems that she is concerned about it all. They all adapted well..."

Maggie glanced at Victoria. She seemed to hesitate, but after a moment of hesitation she still spoke: "I have some untimely thoughts, but I believe you will also understand this obvious fact: Ms. Hetty once faced something different from yours. In the situation, the difference between the Gawain Cecil she saw and the pioneering hero recorded in the history books may be even greater. She was not'adapted well', but the Cecil family at that time had to There is an ancestor who has come back from the dead... As for the subsequent harmony between His Majesty Gawain, her, and His Royal Highness Rebecca... That's what's after."

  Victoria’s expression suddenly changed slightly, and she couldn’t help but glanced at her friend: “You’re not just an ‘out-of-time’ idea — changing the environment, you might be arrested if you talk about it like this.”

"So I don't talk nonsense in front of outsiders," Maggie shrugged, "I'm just giving an example. Then talk about other things, in addition to these "confusions", you have a lot of trouble with your ancestor of the adventurer. Any other feelings? What else are you talking about?"

"...We spend most of our time talking about his adventures," Victoria said as he recalled. "He is a very cheerful and optimistic person, not to be trivial. This is completely different from the family tradition of the Wilde family all the time; He has indeed been to many, many places. Even though his memory is often confused or interrupted, he still remembers countless bizarre stories and many folklore that have long since disappeared; he admires our Majesty very much, although he no longer remembers I once went to sea to find your Majesty’s "secret route" back then..."

  "Have you asked about the Violet Kingdom?" Maggie looked into Victoria's eyes, "I hope you haven't forgotten it."

"Of course I won't forget," Victoria nodded immediately, "I brought the topic to Violet, and didn't directly ask — I was worried that this would trigger his'reset of consciousness', but through the guidance of side taps, I can be sure of him I don’t remember if I ever visited that country of wizards. I also asked him about the earliest adventures in his memory, but unfortunately he did not mention moss woods or the northern cities... the earliest adventures he can remember The experience was near a coast at the extreme west of the continent, which seemed to be close to the kingdom of dwarves...It was a distance of thousands of miles from the violet.

"It seems that it is not so easy to understand what happened to Mr. Modil," Maggie sighed slightly and shook her head. "Well, tell me in detail what it means to be chased by the power of the ancient gods. What's the matter, by the way, tell me about the situation of the'sample'. I will leave tomorrow and go back to Loren first..."

  ……

In the depths of the vast waste soil covered by filthy thick clouds, howling and dry winds continue to blow through the rugged ruins of the old imperial capital and the continuous layers of compacted rock on the ground, around the giant sinkhole created by the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well in the past , More than ten crystallization pipes extending from the ground are quietly surging with light blue light streams. The pure energy originating from the magical system in the depths of the planet is still infiltrating this vast land even today. Maintain the operation of the last legion of the old human empire.

Accompanied by the low buzzing sound of the magic device operating, a tall figure wearing a gown magister's robe fell from the sky and landed next to a large pipe spout. The iron soldier first quickly confirmed the surrounding environment. After completing the daily data collection, he extended his hand towards the pipe spout. The ancient energy device immediately sensed the operator’s authorization, and a silver-white cover on the spout side panel silently slid away, exposing the precise and precise underside. Crystal structure with shining brilliance.

  The iron man soldier pressed his palm to the center of the crystal structure. With a slight snapping movement, the hidden interface in her palm was successfully connected to the crystal structure.

  "Start to read the perimeter fluctuation records...upload to the Ironman network...start to compare the historical monitoring records of the deep blue network..."

Deep in the center area of ​​the deep blue explosion pit, like a "cone-shaped mountain" clustered by hundreds of crystal prisms, layer after layer of alloy domes and energy shields are wrapped around the ancient underground structure. After passing through more than ten gates and connecting wells, it is where the last "rebellious fortress" of the Gondor Empire is located.

The ancient corridor with a trapezoidal cross-section extends deep underground, connecting one after another roughly flat-topped pyramid-shaped halls and underground caves that rely on giant supporting structures to maintain stability. These caves were built by manpower in ancient times and are the smallest in scale. It is also equivalent to a hall that can accommodate thousands of people. The size of a large cave can accommodate a castle. Countless automatic facilities operate between these halls and caves, absorbing the deep blue well. The energy ensures the operation of the Ironman Corps, drives the operation of various laboratories, and maintains the stability of the entire perimeter protection system of the fortress facility.

Somewhere in the underground fortress, in an area closer to the original source of the Deep Blue Well, an ancient magical organ is passing through a brightly lit but empty suspension bridge with a buzzing sound. This magical organ has an upside-down. With a cone-shaped body, two plastic hands made of magical power float in the air on both sides of it, and a huge "eye" carved from crystal is embedded in the mechanical structure on top of it.

  As the magical organ briskly crossed the connecting bridge, the crystal-sculpted eyes constantly reflected the magnificent light rushing over the connecting bridge.

  Suddenly, this magic mechanism stopped in the middle of the connecting bridge, and it made a series of slight buzzing noises, and then turned its eyes to the vast space outside the connecting bridge——

This is a large cave. There are several connecting bridges or material slides made of alloy casting across the cave. On the dome and part of the side walls of the cave, you can see an amazing scale of ancient support structures, some crystallization pipes or Yongyuan vents extend from those ancient structures, and between them, there is a constant flow of energy and light of an astonishing scale.

  These are the sights of the upper part of the cave. They look spectacular enough, but compared with the strange sights of the lower part of the cave, all of these are not worth mentioning——

The lower part of the entire cave is the "mapping opening" of the deep blue network, where the thick rock and metal structure seems to be cut off by an invisible blade and a hole is dug. You can see the endless and vast chaotic space inside the "hole" , And the torrent of magic power surging across the space, this scene is as if the whole planet was dug a hole, exposing the hollow structure inside, and inside that hollow structure, there are the whole planet, like the blood vessels of the planet. The deep blue network that pulsates like this.

The magic organ quietly overlooked the shocking scene at the bottom of the cave, and a hollow mechanically synthesized sound came from its body: "Comparing the monitoring records... No abnormal fluctuations were found in the deep blue network... The monitoring range is being expanded to Approaching a tributary..."

Across this connecting bridge, there are several additional gates blocking the access to the deepest laboratory and control center of the fortress. Loyal and powerful iron soldiers guard the ancient passages behind those gates, and the supreme controller of the entire facility... ...Then hibernated quietly in the deepest "Matrix Hall".

An iron soldier wearing an ancient magister robe with long gray hair walked through the deep corridor and stepped into the matrix hall with the highest secret level. This roughly hexagonal hall was brightly lit, white and gray ancient times. The building materials give the entire space a sense of extreme cleanliness and monotony. In the monotonous hall, one after another huge, silver-white square pillars rise from the ground, pointing to the front. The dome above.

The square pillars are made of unknown metal and crystals embedded between the metals. On the surface of the pillars, you can see the faintly glowing groove pattern, and a low but pleasant hum is constantly coming from the pillars. It came from the depths, pulsing between each pillar as if resonance, and a kind of "wind bell" that seemed to be rhythmic echoed in the whole hall.

   "Commander," the Iron Man soldier stood in front of the matrix formed by the pillars and said in a voice lacking emotional change, "The inspection of all tributaries has ended."

As the voice of the iron man soldiers fell, the silent silver-white square pillars in the hall seemed to come to life for an instant. Their crystals began to flicker brightly, and there was a humming that gradually rose up in the deep hum, and the surface of many square pillars A holographic projection with a complicated structure emerged. Those images showed the automatic monitoring records of every magic pulse around the fortress-a pleasant mechanical synthesis sound rang out in the matrix: "I have seen the returned data. -What is the result of direct observation by outside inspectors?"

   "Everything is normal too," the Iron Man soldier said meticulously, "The perimeter fluctuation record is within the normal value, and the total change curve is in line with the historical fluctuation record of the Deep Blue Network..."

   "Is everything normal..." The mechanically synthesized voice in the matrix softly repeated the words mentioned by the subordinates, "In this situation, everything normal is the biggest abnormality.

"The turbulence of the dark blue network can already be observed in the elemental fissures of Talrond, and the newly hatched young dragons have been invaded by the dark blue magic power, and even the dragon **** is suspecting that the dark blue network is about to usher.' Shangyong'... My reading here is that everything is normal... It seems that some alien freaks who are restless in the depths of the wasteland have consciously avoided all the tributaries that can be monitored by the Deep Blue Well."

The Iron Man soldier quietly listened to the analysis of the Ophelia Matrix, and after the resonant words between the square pillars fell, she said blankly: "Those cultists know more about the Deep Blue Well than they expected. They even know Our scope of monitoring."

"Yes, because they have a'consultant', a very professional'consultant'," the Ophelia matrix said unhurriedly. Opposites... I'm really curious about what'they' experienced on the other side of the border, but it's a pity that this will probably remain a mystery forever."

Then the matrix’s voice paused for a while, and it sounded again after a while: “Continue to maintain the monitoring of all tributaries, maintain the patrol of the surrounding area of ​​the explosion pit-those cultists may know how to bypass the monitoring of the Iron Man Corps, but as long as They are still mortals, so when they are relaxed, don't let go of any clues."

   "Yes, Commander."

  The Iron Man soldier accepted the order, then turned and left the brightly lit matrix hall.

The hall was restored to its previous state, and huge metal square pillars stood silently in the light. Inside these cold and ancient thinking nodes, Ophelia Norton's consciousness was flowing quietly, just like the past thousand years. Every day she spent.

  This state was maintained for a while, and a clear holographic projection suddenly appeared near one of the square pillars. The projection showed a bustling street and a dazzling array of goods in the shops along the street.

A new holographic projection appeared next to another square pillar. It was a simple church. Young priests who were pursuing the way of the light were gathering in the church, listening to senior priests teaching them free fighting. Course.

  More holographic projections emerged next to square pillars one after another. There were bustling downtown areas, quiet and peaceful suburbs, gurgling water and green nurseries, towering clock towers and majestic castle towers.

  That is the scenery from afar, outside this barren and desolate wasteland, in the country that is becoming more and more prosperous.

  Ophelia Norton’s consciousness flows quietly in these distant landscapes.