Sword of Dawn

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This place is located in the deepest part of the Deep Blue Fortress, even much deeper than the core control hall. Thousands of meters of soil, rocks, and layers of armor, cement, and energy shields isolate this place, which makes it safe from all kinds of obstacles. In a sense, all living beings are far away from the civilized world.

In the extremely spacious hall, a large number of black obelisk-like devices are arranged into a triple concentric ring structure, and there are a large number of metal guide rails and energy pipes inscribed with runes on the ground between the obelisks of each ring. They are connected to each other, and above this large-scale and complex-structured device, you can see that there is an even more complicated dome structure like a rune grid on the ceiling-but the dome is obviously not yet completed, and a large number of Small machines and iron soldiers are busy going back and forth on the scaffolding.

At the end of this laboratory, you can also see a structure similar to an "observation room". The thick walls, polymer curtain walls, and a large number of energy shield generators all illustrate one thing: what is going on in this place, Definitely a dangerous project.

However, those who know the existence of this facility are very clear: Even with such strict protection, it is probably better than nothing for the "accidental disasters" that may occur here...

Apart from the Iron Man soldiers, the only ones working here are large and small construction machinery, and Ophelia herself, she shook her head slightly at this moment: "It's not finished yet—this is an extremely complicated system, and it needs Drawing energy directly from the Deep Blue Well to maintain operation, even with the work efficiency of the iron men, this is not something that can be done in the short term.”

Gao Wen was silent for a few seconds, and then the voice came again: "Well...are the separated data ready?"

"The data is ready," Ophelia replied immediately, "I have separated all the records that do not belong to the Well of Deep Blue and have suspicious waveforms, and calculated the places where they can be simulated and converted into 'fields' using the magic power of Dark Blue. All the parameters needed, there are a total of twelve possible results, and I will test them one by one when the equipment is ready."

"Very good," Gao Wen said with satisfaction, and then his voice seemed to be a little emotional, "I hope this can help us find the right path..."

Ophelia was silent for a few seconds, and said softly, "You didn't put your expectations on that 'Noi Civilization', did you?"

"I have expectations for them, but I never put all my expectations on uncontrollable factors," Gao Wen said frankly, "Even if the 'Noi Civilization' is completely honest and reliable, even if they are sincere Cooperate with us and come up with all the information they have - who can guarantee that they must be the right way? And... even if their way is the right way, we must at least rely on our own way It’s the ability to verify it.”

"I understand what you mean," Ophelia said slowly, "I will do my best to ensure that we obtain this ability."

"Looking forward to your results, Ophelia."

The communication ended, and the hall was once again quiet.

Ophelia remained silent for a while, looked up at an Iron Man soldier standing by not far away, and beckoned him to come forward.

The Iron Man soldier was ordered to step forward immediately, and held up a book with a black cover and a golden title in front of Ophelia and opened it—before the book was opened, the words of "The Emperor's Holy Words" were still faintly visible. typeface.

Ophelia's eyes scanned the pages of the book, searching for the entry of "vest" while flipping quickly.

After a while, she found the corresponding explanation, and while waving her hand to tell the soldier to go back to standby, she muttered earnestly, "It's so profound..."

Chapter 1442

In the southern border of Cecil, somewhere in the Dark Mountains, an ancient mage tower suddenly lit up with light.

This dim magical glow slightly dispelled the darkness in the mage tower, making those ancient books, scrolls, and shelves full of spell-casting materials that seemed to be dusty in history were shrouded in a layer of light and shadow that seemed real and illusory , and between the interlacing of light and shadow, another figure suddenly emerged.

He was wearing a gloomy magic robe that only classical mages would wear, his gray hair was draped in an unusual mess behind his head, and his face was tired and haggard, as if he hadn't rested for several years. The crystal ball came out from a dark corner, slowly pacing among those old and simple books and wooden shelves, and his eyes slowly swept between the blood of monsters and magic herbs sealed in crystal bottles .

Suddenly, the old mage with a haggard face stopped in front of a shelf. His eyes were fixed on a lavender crystal on the shelf. The crystal was clearly not connected to any spell array. At this time, it emits a constant blue-purple shimmer, and mysterious runes continue to emerge from its surface, as if conveying some unknown knowledge and truth.

The astonished expression on the old mage's face gradually turned into fanaticism and joy. He stared at the crystal that was producing visions, his lips trembled a few times, and finally couldn't help breaking the silence in the mage's tower with a low voice: " Goddess of Magic... Your radiance has finally guided my path! It has worked... The crystal has spontaneously recharged... In the name of knowledge and truth, may your radiance last forever!"

And following the old mage's uncontrollable chanting, a breeze and a low sound seemed to blow through the ancient mage tower suddenly, and the surrounding lights and shadows swaying under the magical glow seemed to be elongated and highlighted at once. , the figure of the old mage himself turned into a white shimmering silhouette in the darkness, and in the darkness behind him, an illusory projection exuding a sacred aura gradually emerged. The phantom cast a meaningful glance at the old mage...

"Cut! This one is over - the props turn on the light."

A voice suddenly came from the edge of the dark room, and the "ancient and gloomy" atmosphere in the mage tower was instantly broken by this voice, followed by a few slight beeps when the magic spar lamp was activated, and several bright light sources followed. Everything here is illuminated, the wooden shelves, props and ancient books in paper shells, scrolls, and various "spell-casting materials" made of props are all exposed to the light, and the rough and simple stone walls at the edge of the room are also exposed. Showing the true face - when the light and shadow shake, all the "walls" disappear, revealing the projection crystal below and the scenery in the studio further away.

A staff member who was manipulating the magic net terminal not far away stood up and gave a thumbs up to the "old mage" in the center of the set, and several more people came out from behind the previous projection wall, including Smiling Film, Eleven and Fendil.When they came to the "Old Mage", Eleven stepped forward and patted the latter's arm: "Perfect as always, Mr. Parno, especially your last expression - at that moment, I thought you really He is a devout Christian."

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Eleven," the "Old Mage" was obviously flattered by the kind attitude of a Marquis. He said with a smile on his face while turning off the power switch of the crystal ball in his hand. "But actually, I think the line just now could be more...'rich'. If it's something like 'prayer', I think..."

Mr. Parno, who played the role of the old mage, was halfway through speaking, when a slightly magnetic, pleasant female voice suddenly came from the side and interrupted him: "Don't change it, don't change it, I think it's pretty good."

Parno followed the sound and saw an unusually tall woman in a gorgeous black dress standing there with a smile—even though he had been working with him for a while, he still felt a sense of urgency at this moment. Huge oppressive force came to his face.

Parno didn't know the origin of this lady. He only knew that Mr. Film, Eleven and Fendil all had great respect for this "Miss Mina" who played the heroine in the new play.

To be honest, as an old actor who was once very famous in the old capital, Parno has always been a little puzzled why this "Miss Mina" is so respected by the three gentlemen-although her performance is very natural , but when it comes to the "technical level", there is obviously a big gap between the really skilled actors. She often makes some jaw-dropping remarks about the role of "Magic Goddess", but the three gentlemen not only agree Her outrageous opinions, and even made a lot of changes to the script because of her suggestions... It's hard to understand, really hard to understand.

Having said that...is this "Miss Mina" really a professional actress?Every time Parno thinks of this question, he is extremely puzzled.He didn't dare to say that he knew actors from all over the country, but such a "stalwart" lady in front of him would be impressive as long as she showed up. If she really appeared on the stage, no matter how bad her acting skills were, her reputation It will definitely spread—but Parnuo has never heard of her name.

However, regardless of Miss Mina's background, since even Mr. Film agrees with this matter, Parno will not say anything more—he respects Mr. Film, the creator of the "Phantom Drama". Of course, the author also respects the "authoritative opinion" of the other party in this regard.

"Then come here first this morning," Eleven's voice interrupted Parno's slightly divergent thoughts. The son of the Duke of the West had a happy smile on his face, "Mr. Parno, we will directly shoot this afternoon." For the scenes of 'Inspired Interpretation' and 'Shadow', you should take a break and have some food first, and familiarize yourself with the lines and script after getting familiar with it—let's discuss with Miss Mina about her scenes."

"Okay, Mr. Eleven." Parno smiled, bowed slightly to pay tribute, and then walked towards the passage leading to the actor's lounge. Other staff on the scene also received instructions and began to leave the scene in order.

The "Ancient Mage's Residence" decorated with various props soon became quiet, and finally only three young people and the unusually tall "Miss Mina" were left.

It wasn't until this time that Film finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then he glanced at Mirmina cautiously, with a particularly awkward smile on his face: "That... you have worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. I showed up in two shots in the morning, and I stood in a daze in the background through the phantom. It's much easier than writing a report to the council," Mir Mina waved her hand casually, The tone was particularly accommodating, "You guys have been busy these days, and you still have to find a way to guide me, a novice who knows nothing..."

"Ahem, please don't say that," Film suddenly coughed, "This... this... this is my honor, I am not qualified to guide you... I am just a mortal..."

The young founder of Moying Drama is a bit incoherent, but it's no wonder he, who would have thought that such a strange thing would happen in the world?He just accepted the entrustment of the Theocratic Council to shoot a phantom drama with the theme of "gods". Who knows that he just went to consult the professional knowledge of the goddess of magic, and the goddess of magic came in person the next day , and said that "I will play myself", let alone when he was awake, he couldn't think of it even when he was forced down by Eleven and Fendil last year...

Even now, when he thinks about it, he still has a dreamlike feeling, but the fact is here - as soon as he looks up on the set, he can see this beautiful lady like a little giant dangling in his sight Dangling away, I was still full of curiosity and asked this and that, either researching the special equipment for photography or asking the staff about various things that ordinary people think belong to the category of common sense. It's a bit strange, but for him, an insider... the excitement was too great.

Compared to dealing with this Miss Mina, the filming of "Master of Ten Thousand Laws" itself has become the easiest job for him here. After all, the most difficult and professional part of the whole film has already been directly handled by the "God in Charge". solved……

"Don't worry about 'mortal' issues here, little guy." Mir Mina saw Firm's embarrassment and said with a smile.

She finds it very interesting-when she is nesting in the rebellious courtyard with the old deer and has nothing to do, she spends more than 20 hours a day intensively chasing dramas. Movies and plays were written by this young mortal whose creativity and imagination impressed her even then.

And now this talented young man was standing in front of her, looking so embarrassed.

"I hope you don't feel that the production site of the Phantom Drama is chaotic and noisy," Film finally calmed down, but with a slightly embarrassed look, he glanced at the invisible arrangements under the lights and the holographic projection The background area was closed and looked bare, and he shook his head helplessly, "The back of any glamorous stage is so messy, this is probably a bit different from what you imagined..."

"I don't think so—on the contrary, I think it's all very interesting," Mirmina laughed, "I've seen many phantom dramas you produced, and I've known the reason behind all this a long time ago. Things are very interesting. And talking about the glamorous behind the stage..."

The tall lady paused suddenly, then shook her head slightly with a complicated smile: "If you knew what lies behind the more glamorous Kingdom of God, you wouldn't say that again."

Film was a little confused for a while, wondering why this "goddess" suddenly felt so emotional, but the goddess in front of him obviously didn't intend to continue the topic, and he quickly changed the subject when he heard the other party: "We don't talk about it." That's it - let's talk about the next step of filming. The next filming process is 'non-linear', right? We seem to be able to make some post-story things first?"

"Ah, yes." Film nodded immediately, and when the topic returned to his professional field, he suddenly seemed much more relaxed and natural, "The filming process of the ghost drama is different from the final product that the audience sees. It's also different from traditional stage performances - we can adjust the shooting sequence of many scenes according to the actual situation. According to the plan, we are going to finish the production of the last few scenes first, mainly because of the schedule, um... the last few scenes... ...the last few scenes..."

Film had just spoken a few words fluently before he suddenly got stuck, and an awkward and hesitant expression appeared on his face again.

This time, before Mirmina could speak, Fendil next to him couldn't help but bumped Film's arm with his elbow: "Don't get stuck—continue, what happened to the last few scenes?"

"It's like this, the last few scenes are the 'God's Fall' and 'Funeral'..." Film looked strange, and carefully observed Mirmina's face while talking, "The main content is... ...The goddess has fallen, and one is Sarah... Sana..."

Then he saw the goddess of magic showing a very happy and expectant look: "Oh! Is this the famous scene?"

Film: "...Huh?"

"Falling and spreading ashes, right? These two are fine," Mirmina said happily, "I've practiced several versions of the scene of falling in private, with all kinds of special effects. Let me demonstrate it to you first with the phantom, whichever version you see is better, and I will perform it myself, if you scatter the ashes..."

The "goddess of magic" thought while talking: "To be honest, ashes are not easy to act, but I can try..."

"I don't need to play this!" Seeing that the goddess' thoughts seemed to go to a strange place, Film finally exclaimed, "We have prepared props!"

"Ah, there are props? That's right..." Mirmina showed a dazed look, and then smiled, "Then I understand, I'm in charge of spreading it, right?"

Film: "..."

The young founder of Moying Drama couldn’t help feeling emotional: Goddesses are really hard to guess—it’s even harder to guess after retirement...

After some discussion, "Miss Mina" finally left with satisfaction, leaving only the three young people standing there staring at each other. The quiet and slightly awkward atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time before Film's voice finally broke through. Silence: "I have to have a drink when I go back..."

"Count me in," Eleven exhaled softly, "I felt my heart was being tested several times during the process."

Speaking of which, he shook his head, and added helplessly: "My father will never believe what I'm doing..."

"I don't dare to let my aunt know what I'm doing," Fendil next to him smiled wryly and spread his hands, "If I let her know that I finally got approved for a long vacation but spent all my time on the ghost drama If I don't go home...she'll freeze me on the castle roof until the holidays are over."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Film looked at his friend in surprise, "I remember that Duchess Victoria didn't seem to object to you making a 'Phantom Drama', didn't she watch us together last time... "

"The problem is not the Phantom, the problem is that I don't go home," Fendil sighed, "She said she helped me find a very good girl-you know me, I have my own in this regard meaning……"

"I don't think the problem is here," Eleven Franklin next to Fendil ruthlessly interrupted him before he could finish speaking, "The biggest problem is not what you said when you communicated with Duchess Victoria last time. Didn't you say 'you didn't get married'?"

Fendil: "..."

Film moved two steps away calmly.

Fendil: "What are you doing hiding so far?"

"I think the Duchess Victoria will come riding a dragon from the north in a second," Film said with a serious face, "I'm afraid I'll splash my face with blood."

Chapter 1443 Omen

Huge golden oak trees grow wantonly in the courtyard, and the open canopy covers almost three-quarters of the courtyard like a canopy. Around the huge plants that rely on the power of nature, a faint radiance dispels the shadow world. Eternally entrenched in darkness, a vibrant nursery bathed in radiance, eternally luxuriant, undefeated in all seasons.

A gust of wind blew from afar, blowing the green leaves in the nursery. Amidst the soft rustling sound, Amon, who was taking care of the flowers and plants, raised his head and looked at the golden oak tree not far away—a figure was leaning quietly against the On the tree trunk, she closed her eyes as if she was taking a nap, but as the breeze blew, the light-sleeping lady slowly opened her eyes, and two shimmering magic lights appeared in the depths of her eyes.

"Are you back?" Amoen greeted casually, "You can watch the show yourself, I'm not done yet."

"I didn't leave at all—I just sent an avatar to go 'outside'." Mirmina maintained a posture of leaning against the oak tree, and looked up at Amoen lazily, "You toss It's been almost a whole day, haven't you finished yet?"

"I plan to re-plan the plan, and then find a way to open another piece of land outside the original courtyard boundary," Amon shook his head, and the two small flowers wrapped around the antlers swayed gently in the dim light, "Phil Na and Leierna said that they want to plant some blue bell flowers and silver leaf grass, which are unique plants of the Silver Empire, and may not be suitable for planting next to potatoes..."

"To be honest, I don't think it's suitable to grow anything around your vegetable patch—it's too strange to match," Mirmina muttered, and her eyes fell on the corner of Amorn, seeing that There were two swaying little flowers, and she couldn't help showing a smile on her face, "If only I could hear their voices too... I wonder what they usually talk to you about."

"It's just a daily chat—you want to hear it? Then it will take a few decades...maybe more than a dozen years," Amon said with a smile in his tone, "They are recovering their vitality little by little, and they will soon be able to recover from their souls. Break out of the deep sleep state, and then they will be "spirits" that can communicate with the outside world. At that time, I plan to find a way to create two new bodies for them...or ask Bertila to create two sets. The technology tested on Na's elf seems to be quite successful."

As he spoke, he paused, and turned to look at Mirmina curiously: "Are you done with your work? I remember that it took a long time to produce the Phantom Drama...or are you in charge of it?" Is the part over already?"

Mirmina waved her hand immediately: "It's not so fast, it's just that I'm done with today's work, I left the avatar over there, and I can help them with some less important work and answer some questions. Tomorrow I still have to 'get over', the next two scenes are famous scenes, I have to do it myself..."

"...Anyway, I don't understand what you are all busy with," Amoen muttered, "I just heard that you were going to help those mortals make a phantom drama about the fall of the goddess of magic. I thought you only needed In the past, it was enough to just die all at once, but now it seems that this is still a big project.”

"I can't explain it to you," Mirmina narrowed her eyes, "you just have to wait and see the finished product. But then again... don't you really plan to try it too? The Theocracy Council Bian is planning to make it into a long-form series if the drama "Master of Ten Thousand Laws" succeeds, to interpret all the stories of the gods in the form of a phantom drama, and the next one will probably be you...Think about it?"

"I'm not interested—and I don't think I'm good at it," Amoen shook his head, "But I'm looking forward to what kind of stories mortals will tell me. The history of silver elves is far older than that of humans. , and my origin is in the earliest period of the history of the silver elves. Many early materials about nature worship have long since disappeared in the ancient years. Under such circumstances, how does the talented Film intend to accomplish this difficult task? ...curious."

"Don't even you know about this part?" Mirmina looked at Amoen in surprise, "Even if you don't go to battle in person, you can give them some reference materials."

"Do you know the history before your own birth?" Amon asked rhetorically, "In the stage when the trend of thought has not yet formed, gods do not have complete self-awareness at all, and that is precisely the most critical period for the birth of a god."

"Ah, it's true, I forgot," Mirmina said in a dazed tone, but quickly said indifferently, "But it doesn't matter, if you can't find the information, just make it up. The key to this project is not really Let people figure out how we got here, but let people think they figured out how the gods came - and how the gods don't. They also set me up with eight 'arcane saints' who were originally inspired It is used to explain why mages who have never believed in gods suddenly think that there is a goddess of magic in the world. This is the first time I know that I still have such eight saints..."

Speaking of this, the goddess of magic couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "For me, the most difficult part of this whole project is to remember the names of my eight saints..."

Listening to Mirmina's narration of these things, Amoen suddenly seemed to think of something: "By the way, you have been active outside with your avatar for so many days. Has there been any change in the connection of thoughts?"

Hearing that the topic suddenly turned to business, Mirmina's originally lazy posture immediately became serious. She raised her finger, as if unconsciously sketching a few runes in the air, speaking slowly: "I'm Been cautiously watching for changes on this...Things do seem to be working out as Gawain Cecil expected. Working with mortals has not resulted in a re-establishment of any link between me and them, even today, playing' The cast of 'The Original Saints' was right in front of me saying prayers directed at me, and I didn't feel any connection being made."

While speaking, she set her eyes on Amoen, her tone was extremely solemn: "You should also know that prayers with clear direction have great power, even if the chant is not a believer, as long as he prays With the slightest "pious heart", there will be some corresponding ripples in the thoughts, and correspondingly, the gods will definitely perceive the ripples."

"You didn't perceive this connection at all, which means that the 'actor''s act of 'praying' has completely lost the meaning of faith," Amon said slowly, "As the actor of the 'saint', he clearly knows My prayers are just lines... No, it's not just that, more importantly, what you are doing has completely denied the sanctity and unknownness of the existence of the goddess of magic..."

"Perhaps, the Nuoi people really used this method to achieve 'coexistence' with the gods," Mirmina said leisurely, "and sooner or later we will realize it..."

"'Noi people'..." Amorn slowly came under the golden oak tree, and while sitting down beside Mirmina, he said softly, "Tell me, the one described by Gawain Cecil" Will the future' really come?"

"I don't know, but many of the things he described have been realized, or are gradually being realized—I would like to believe in this 'human being' who has created many miracles."

Amoen didn't speak, he seemed to be in deep thought, and after a long time of contemplation, he suddenly broke the silence: "The Nuoi people sent their gods into the universe, and they sent them out more than 100 years ago, can you Imagine? A space journey... I recklessly approached the starry sky many years ago. Although I lost half my life just as I went up, the magnificent scene I saw in that glimpse was enough to cover the world All that dim light, and to be honest, if I had the chance, I'd love to go up there and take another look."

"The Nuoi people fired their gods at 3% of the speed of light. Considering their actual situation, I am afraid that this is no choice... The gods can not eat, breathe, or even never rest, and the lifespan It is enough to face any long journey, and in the case of limited technology, 'launching the gods' is undoubtedly the most reasonable and easiest solution," Mirmina said with emotion, "If there is a chance, I really want to Meet the 'God of Noi' who went on a journey into space and did something amazing for his people - trekking so far alone is not an easy journey .”

"But if the situation calls for it, we will all do something for the sake of all beings at any cost," Amon said softly. "It's in our nature."

"At any cost..." Mirmina seemed to think of something, "Do you know about the God of Holy Light?"

"Of course, after all, you and I are both 'Senior Advisors' of the Theocratic Council, and information in this regard will always be pushed to us first," Amon sighed, "Although I have long guessed that the Deep Blue Well was detonated back then. Could it be him, but I didn't expect this matter to be confirmed now, and I didn't expect the God of Holy Light to be in such a state now-human nature is dead, and only the divinity that is gradually dissipating is left to operate on its own .”

"The birth of Holy Light is rooted in 'shelter' and 'devotion', which is also the most prominent 'inclination' of the God of Holy Light, so when an almost unstoppable disaster is about to come, it must be the God of Holy Light God will react first, and take actions regardless of the cost," Mirmina said in a thoughtful tone, "I have been thinking these days, the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well saved more than half of the life in Loren Continent, But it also killed countless Gondorians—the price of the sacrifice was so high, perhaps for the God of Holy Light, the impact of this sacrifice on Him even surpassed the backlash from the Deep Blue Well..."

"...It wasn't just the Deep Blue Well that destroyed the half of His 'humanity', it might also be His 'humanity' itself..." Amoen muttered, "No matter what the truth is, no one will know about it. "

"Yes, no one will know. Even the fall of the God of Holy Light itself will not be gradually lifted until many years later-this is to prevent the world's gratitude and respect for the God of Holy Light from re-forming thoughts, leading to Create a new God of Holy Light," Mirmina shook her head, "After all, the truth of this matter is too special, it is related to the big explosion 700 years ago, and the public's emotions are not affected by any small matter. The risk of being amplified to the point where it got out of control was the right decision."

"No one knows the merits and demerits..." Amoen lowered his head slightly, "But maybe, at least we should commemorate that guy—even if he is as tough as a god of war."

Mir Mina cast her gaze: "Remembrance? How do you plan to commemorate?"

"Prepare a bouquet of flowers for him under the golden oak tree, just like mourning among mortals," Amoen said softly, and at the same time got up and walked towards the flowerbed on the edge of the courtyard, "I remember there is a... Ok?"

Amorn stopped and made a confused sound.

He stared at an open space adjacent to the "boundary" at the edge of the courtyard. Outside the coverage of the golden oak's vitality, several clusters of flowers of unknown species were quietly blooming in the dark.

Mirmina's voice came from behind: "What did you find?"

"A 'weed' outside my memory appeared again," Amon said in a deep voice, "I'm sure I didn't plant it."

……

The canopy of the Sorin giant tree, the monitoring center of the Xinghai Project.

Bud Wendell, who was on duty, sat in his seat, listening carefully to the "sound" captured by Thorin's main antenna.

It's just that so far, all he has recorded today is the normal background noise of the antenna itself and atmospheric interference.

The "Noi" people are no longer sending call signals 24 hours a day like they used to be. After the last communication, they replaced the uninterrupted broadcasting with one every 30 hours to report safety. A brief burst of information, like some kind of brief routine greeting, and it's still some time before this routine greeting arrives.

That distant alien civilization seems to have seriously remembered the reminder of "turn off the free mic" sent by the Loren Alliance in the initial communication, and standardized their "etiquette" in interstellar communication. Now they are waiting Let Loren establish communication with them again, and maintain his politeness and patience in the process.