Sword of Dawn

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This is not where the royal treasury is located, nor does it involve the top secrets of the royal family members, but it is still a restricted area. Except for a few elites of the Royal Wizards Association and members of the Augustus family, no one can approach it. The brass gates, and even the guards guarding the steps and gates, are elaborate and expensive golems and mechanisms—these soulless magical machines are loyal and reliable, and will never reveal their secrets.

There is only one reason for such tight protection: one of the mysteries of the Typhon Empire's magic technology far surpassing other countries for hundreds of years lies deep in the brass gate.

Behind the gate, a large square hall is brightly lit. Complicated and mysterious magic runes are spread all over the walls and roof of the hall. A large number of buzzing and shimmering magic devices are arranged around, and there are countless guides. Metal and rune chains extend from those magical devices, and converge along the grooves on the ground to the center of the hall, and at the focal point where these chains and metal rails converge, a sheet made of alloy, covered with runes and precision crystals The console was making a low humming sound.

Windsor Mapel, the president of the Royal Association of Mages, was busy at the operating table, while Diana, the "Maid Maid" in the Obsidian Palace, was lying quietly on the operating table—the black-haired lady closed her eyes tightly, as if She had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the black maid uniform she used to wear was replaced by a large white smock. There was a hole in the belly of the smock, and what was exposed under the hole was not human skin, but a lifted bionic body. Skin and alloy cover.

Under the alloy cover, in the abdominal cavity of a normal human, a large number of sophisticated parts and devices are operating in an orderly manner. The surface of the small magic mechanism is flickering with runes, and a copper core trembles slightly above the bionic spine, even though it has been running continuously. After 700 years, its surface still looks like new.

On the rest of Diana's body, there are many pipes and thin chains extending from the place covered by the gown. They are connected to the corresponding ports on the edge of the console, or directly connected to certain grooves and pipes on the ground.

Windsor Mapel carefully checked the working conditions of these devices, and fine-tuned the status of some parts as needed, and stood up from time to time to record something on the notebook floating in mid-air next to it, or use the The magic device performed some complicated operations, and her movements were smooth and smooth. Obviously, she had done this kind of work more than once.

After a long time, the president of the association finally finished the task at hand. She bent down, carefully arranged the delicate structure of Diana's abdomen, closed the cover and the bionic skin again, and confirmed that the bionic skin closed and grew and merged on its own. Afterwards, she got up and nodded to the "Main Maid" on the platform: "The maintenance has been completed, Ms. Diana."

The black-haired maid who was lying on the platform as if she was sleeping opened her eyes instantly, and lines of data were quickly refreshed in the depths of her clear eyeballs. Standing up, she smiled at Windsor Mapel while tearing off the pipeline connected to her body: "Thank you for your maintenance, Ms. Mapel——I feel much more relaxed."

"As long as it is useful," Windsor Mapel also smiled back, "After all, all I can do now are some limited adjustments, and those more core structures are really beyond my understanding and beyond this era processing technology."

"It's been a great help—after all, I can't debug my magic mechanism and mental core in a dormant state," Diana sat on the cold platform, moving her hands and feet on the spot to confirm the work of the joints of the whole body and the corresponding bionic muscle fibers He nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, the output of the left limb has improved. This problem has troubled me for several years."

Windsor Mapel looked at the "Iron Man" from the ancient Gondor Empire in front of her. Although it was not the first time for her to help the other party with hardware maintenance, nor was it the first time she came into contact with the technical knowledge of the Gondor era, but at this moment Still can't help but be impressed by the incredible ancient technology embodied in Diana, and at the same time yearn for the Gondor Empire that has become history, until Diana checked her physical condition and walked off the platform by herself, the mage The president of the association just woke up from his distraction, and looked at the other party and asked casually: "By the way, Ms. Diana, do you know that I have...'drawn' something recently?"

"Recently?" Diana was slightly startled, and then understood what the other person meant. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and her brows frowned, "Did I do graffiti again recently..."

"Yes, on the wall of your own room, there is also a passing mage apprentice's clothes," Windsor Mapel nodded, "The content is still the same as before, those weird dots and lines... look It looks like you don't remember."

"I really don't remember," Diana couldn't help tapping her forehead—even though her mental core is not in her head, this action is the "personality behavior" that she was programmed to do hundreds of years ago. ", has become one of her habits, "I'm sorry... Anyway, please apologize to that mage apprentice on my behalf. My reckless behavior must have caused him a lot of trouble."

"Trouble... not at all, that mage apprentice looks quite happy, he seems to have wanted your 'graffiti work' for a long time... hey, young man," Windsor Mapel shook with a strange expression He shook his head, and then looked Diana up and down again, "But then again, can you still not remember the meaning behind those graffiti? Have no impression at all?"

"I have no impression," Diana shook her head. "The relevant memory is blank. I don't even remember the graffiti itself. If I didn't see the evidence that others brought up, I wouldn't know the existence of those patterns."

"Unfortunately," Windsor sighed, "We have checked your mental core and memory devices several times, at least on the surface, they do not show any signs of damage or shock... We have also tried using different External stimuli to revive your corrupted memories, but also nothing beyond a few experimental mishaps."

Diana didn't speak any more, she just stood quietly beside the operating table, and there was only peace on that delicate and flawless face created by using ancient technology.

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In the city of Cecil, in the depths of the renovated and expanded Cathedral of the Holy Light, Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, sent away the last high-ranking priest who was seeking guidance with a smile on her face. The brilliance gradually calmed down and turned into a thin twilight, and the holy and ethereal sound that came with the wind in the church also subsided.

Subtle chewing sounds sounded from beside her. Veronica looked around and saw a small head emerging from the air. Emily's spirit body was condensed and formed in the lingering holy light around her, concentrating on nibbling at the thin and peaceful radiance.

Veronica showed a slight smile, and reached out to touch Emily's hair - the spirit body that ordinary people can't actively touch seems to have substance in her hands, the little girl condensed by the holy light raised her head and looked at this He showed a happy and bright smile, then lowered his head and continued to eat intently.

The next moment, Wright's voice reached Veronica's ears: "Sorry, this kid has become more and more naughty recently."

"Good day, Patriarch," Veronica raised her head and nodded to Wright who had just entered the prayer hall, with a gentle smile on her face, "It's okay, Emily didn't bother me—besides She doesn't eat much."

"As long as she doesn't eat the blessings I use for meditation," Wright looked helplessly at Emily, who was swimming like a fish in the floating holy light, and said with a sigh, "She always It's because I can't distinguish the difference and function of various holy light spells, and when I'm hungry, I will casually eat the nearby holy light..."

"This just proves our research theory - all forms of holy light are essentially different shaping and guiding of the same type of energy, which is a technical concept rather than a theological concept, so in Emily's eyes, any form The Holy Light is essentially the same, as long as the energy level is still within the scope of her digestion, she can eat it..."

With a smile on her face, Veronica discussed these issues with Wright about Emily and the nature of the Holy Light, but there were not only Wright and Emily in her vision.

At the bottom of her field of vision, a blank area is floating with constantly refreshing text and data:

"Second traversal roll call ends.

"Internal security systems - normal; internal energy systems - normal; internal production facilities - normal; internal controllable units - normal;

"External security system - normal; external energy system - 1% loss; external controllable unit - partially offline;

"Run through external security forces again and call names...

"65 nodes are offline, no reports of failures or crashes found.

"The alert level has been raised..."

Chapter 1066 Return of the Dragon Shadow

Solin area.

The warmth brought by the Moon of Recovery has spread throughout the Holy Spirit Plains. The vegetation that has been dormant for several months in the cold winter has begun to recover at an alarming rate. Outside the Sorin area, the originally bare plains are now covered with greenery. , the sprawling vegetation finally connected with the "Shorin", the land of eternal spring, and the once clear boundary at the edge of the giant tree gradually blurred.

This is a day suitable for healing wounds.

Inside the giant tree, in Bertila's private laboratory, fluorescent plants illuminate the room covered by wooden structures, vines, and leaves. On the platform, a large number of conduits and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and conduct nerve signals hang down from the roof and connect to one end of the platform. Andersa Wendell, with long gray hair, is lying quietly in the center of the platform at this moment, still Did not wake up from a deep sleep.

Accompanied by a slight friction sound, several biomass conduits and nerve fibers receded from near Andersa's head, moving towards the edge of the platform.

Bud Wendell, who was wearing a white researcher's uniform, stood by the platform, looking at his daughter lying on it with some anxiety. He rubbed his hands from time to time, carefully observing every slight change of Andersa's expression in her sleep, or raising her head. To start, look at Beltira who is standing aside and in charge of controlling the overall situation.

"Which step is it now?" Bud couldn't help asking for the first time, "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"Be patient, Bud," Bertila looked up at Bud, and behind her stretched out many nerve fibers like thin vines, the ends of which were connected to several important nerve nodes in the room—they looked like As if some kind of glowing fungal nodules, growing in one piece on the surface of the wooden structure of the walls and roof, "Her eyes have completed regeneration, but it is a delicate job to reconnect the complex optic nerves to the brain, I am guiding this meticulous growth process... This is not a simple blood regeneration technique such as taking bones and healing muscles."

"I understand, I understand," Bud touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He is also a Druid himself, and he actually knows how important these necessary procedures are, but as a father, it is difficult for him to control his emotions at the moment. Mentality—especially since he has been absent from Andersa for more than 20 years, "Will she have any sequelae after this? Will she need to rest for a while after waking up?"

"If you were to manipulate it, then she would probably lie down for a few days after waking up, but if I do it myself, she will only feel that she has had a dream--relax, Mr. Bard, I will pay you back Daughter alive and kicking... Well, considering Andersa's character, she might not jump up and down alive either."

Bertila made a very rare joke. Bud realized that it was the other party trying to appease his nervous mood, which made him grateful and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect...you will also appease others .”

"I've always been good at appeasing." Bertila glanced at Bud lightly, "Do you have any questions about this?"

"Well...you are really good at pacifying, but the methods you used were not so gentle," Bud shook his head with a strange expression, "after all, injecting neurotoxins into the blood vessels after putting people down with poison ivy is also 'pacifying' part of the..."

Bertila glanced at Bud silently. If it was her before, she might have prepared a lethal dose of neurotoxin at this moment, but at this moment she just shook her head, and then her eyes returned to the sleeping Anne On Desha: "It can be seen that you care about this child very much."

"I've been absent from her for more than 20 years," Bud looked at Andersa, his eyes softened. "Frankly... I don't know how to make up for it. I missed almost everything in my daughter's life." All the big moments, her upbringing, her setbacks, the way she thinks about the world, her likes and dislikes, her every emotion... I don't know anything about it. I'm a person who never The strangers who participated in her life are connected by blood, but now I have nothing left except for this empty 'concern'."

"That's right... Unfortunately, I have no children, and I have long forgotten what my father looks like. I can't quite understand these complicated emotional entanglements, so I can't be a substitute for any of you at this moment," Bertila said coldly , "But I'm curious, since you have missed a large part of your daughter's life, how do you plan for the future?"

"The future?" Bud showed a helpless smile, "I only hope that your majesty's great idea can be realized, and there will be no more war between Typhon and Cecil, so that I may still have the opportunity to be able to fight against Wolf General Bud. I can meet Andersa with my identity, and even have the opportunity to meet my father... As for what I want to do specifically, I..."

He seemed a little hesitant and embarrassed when he said this, as if he didn't know whether his thoughts were suitable for speaking on this occasion, Bertila noticed this, and asked casually: "What specifically do you want to do?"

"...I don't know if I'm qualified to say that," Bud smiled, looking at his sleeping daughter, "I still dreamed that I would have the opportunity to see Andersa step into the wedding...she has arrived Appropriate age, but it doesn't look like you have thought about it at all... Please don't laugh, I know it's a bit strange to say this at this time, but it's just a normal father's thinking, Ms. Bertila, you know , I am actually a person with more traditional thinking..."

"No, I didn't laugh, I was just a little surprised," Bertila looked at Bud, "and I thought you would have a different attitude on this issue—because as far as I know, many fathers are actually not very good. I hope to see my daughter suddenly taken away by some strange and lucky bastard..."

Bard's expression became more and more weird: "This...it's true, I don't think any lucky young man is worthy of my Andersa, but...if it is a young man as good as General Philip, he would be eligible. Conditional. Of course, the hope of the two of them is really slim, even if you don’t consider the relationship between Cecil and Typhon...Ms. Bertila, you really laughed this time? Please be considerate of a father..."

"No, I'm not laughing at you," Bertila's face became more and more obvious, she raised her finger and pointed to the platform beside her, "I just want to tell you that Andersa is awake."

Bud was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at his daughter lying on the platform with surprise, and the latter also opened his eyes almost at the same time - with a tangled and annoyed expression.

Bard noticed the change in Andersa's expression in an instant, and then realized something, and suddenly looked up at Bertila: "Wait, when did she wake up?!"

"When you mentioned 'neurotoxin'," Bertila suppressed her smile and said expressionlessly, "But in order to let her adapt better, I temporarily suppressed some of her nerve signals...except Hearing."

Bud: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin that Bertila was good at using when he was a dark priest.

"Wait a minute, Andersa, don't get excited, I'm just talking about my own thoughts," Bud said incoherently in great embarrassment, "You have to understand that people can't be tense forever..."

"Okay, I don't intend to interrupt the touching emotional communication between father and daughter, but at this time we should first pay attention to the physical condition of the 'patient'," Bertila suddenly spoke from the side at this time, and his voice was heard by Bard. It was like a sound of heaven, "Andersa, blink and look in front of you—how do you feel?"

Andersa actually had a lot of things to say to her father, but at this time she responded to Bertila's order immediately. She first lowered her head to look at her body, and then raised her head to look around this incredible " Tree House", after the initial feeling of incompatibility improved a little, she finally confirmed one thing: she had two eyes again.

Bud also turned his attention back to Andersa's eyes. He looked up at his daughter. After the latter lifted the hair on one side of the eye from his forehead, he immediately noticed the abnormality of that eye. ——The newborn eye was bright red, although it was still beautiful overall, it formed a stark contrast with the other light gray eye pupil, which surprised him: "Wait a minute, this one The color of the eyes..."

"As I said, the new flesh and blood regeneration technology still has limitations, that is," Bertila said aside, and at the same time handed a mirror to Andersa, "but don't worry, apart from the difference in appearance, There's nothing wrong with using the new eye, it works just as well as your original eye—or even better, since it's brand new after all."

Andersa took the mirror and finally saw what she looked like at the moment - under the gray and white hair, the two eyes of different colors looked particularly eye-catching, even a little weird and horrifying, but she finally nodded lightly : "There's nothing wrong with that...it helps me remember what happened more clearly."

"Since the patient himself has no objection, I can declare that this treatment is a complete success," Bertila showed a smile, "But I still want to remind, Miss Andersa, such eyes may improve your married life a little bit." It's difficult...but you don't have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage."

The expressions of Andesa and Bud changed at the same time, but Bertila's figure had gradually melted into a squirming vine, and only a voice came from the depths of the branches: "Then, I won't disturb the relationship between father and daughter." Precious get along—good luck, Mr. Bud Wendell."

……

The canopy of the giant tree swayed gently in the wind, and the layers of green leaves surged gently like waves. In the warm wind, Bertila’s figure emerged from the top of the canopy. Facing the bright afternoon sun, she He raised his head, showing a satisfied and slightly joyful expression.

It was not easy to make such a change of expression with a wooden body, but she felt that the happy things that happened today deserved to make her smile.

The sunshine is very good, and the photosynthesis is equally pleasant. Beltira squinted her eyes. At the boundary of her perception, the roots and branches of the giant tree of Sorin touched the vigorous breath of life on the Holy Spirit Plain, while in her other set of perception system Among them, the "narrator's neural network" is full of excitement, and a huge amount of information is rapidly exchanged with the hubs on the Holy Spirit Plain as nodes, and finally converges on the top of the giant tree of Sorin. The nerve fibers in her body were constantly telling Bertera what was happening in the distance—this even gave her an illusion, as if the entire human world had been integrated into the increasingly large and complex network.

Just bask in the sun every day, carry out photosynthesis, bear some fruits, feed the small animals on the plain, dip into the Internet in the sun, read news from far away, or post some "interesting records" about the giant tree of Sorin anonymously "...Life after becoming a plant seems to be good?

Bertila felt that her thoughts were gradually diverging and melting in the warm sunshine, but a high-level notification that suddenly entered the neural network woke her up, causing her eyes to widen suddenly.

"Air Defense Identification Notice?"

Bertila muttered, looking up at the sky subconsciously, the magic network hub tower in the north of Red Maple City was sending back signals, and the monitoring devices distributed all over the plain were also sending more accurate tracking records. Under the guidance, he slowly moved his sight, and finally caught the small black shadows appearing from the edge of the tree canopy.

Those shadows quickly became bigger—although they might still be too small to distinguish clearly from the ground, but when they passed by the giant tree of Thorin, Bertila could still clearly see what they were.

It was a small group of dragons, forming a procession through the clouds.

Beltira looked at the huge creatures in astonishment, but she did not forget to forward the identification marks on the network. She watched the giant dragons forming a formation and continued to fly towards the south. On several positions, the tree guards put down the Gorgon cannons pointing at the sky, and the large missile launchers and rainbow light devices also released the lock on those foreign air targets.

"It's indeed a dragon... and there's more than one?" Bertila didn't look back at the sky until those dragon shadows disappeared within the sensing range of the giant tree of Thorin, "This is really a rare situation... It seems' "Brother Gao Wen' is going to make some big noise again?"

……

The vast land of the Holy Spirit Plain receded slowly in the field of vision, the green mountains and rivers and the silver rivers shining in the sun were as clear as the lines on the canvas, and Melita felt the surge of magic in the air , There was a low growl from his throat.

After losing the auxiliary interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to finally adapt to relying entirely on her own naked eyesight and body perception to fly long distances. It was not easy at the beginning, but now she finds that ...Without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, this world can be more vivid in my eyes.

At this moment, the voice of the siren Cassandra suddenly came from behind her: "I've always been curious—why do you dragons suddenly growl when you're flying?"

Melita restrained her emotions, turned her head slightly and said, "Is this strange? Don't you sea monsters also sing when you suddenly wake up when you travel in the sea?"

Cassandra's voice became very surprised: "Ah—so that's your singing voice? To be honest, it's really not very pleasant..."

Melita: "..."

"Hey, why don't you talk again?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little envious of you."

"Envy? Are you envious that we sing well?"

Melita showed a somewhat helpless expression when she heard the voice from her back. She didn't know how to explain her sudden sentimentality to the sea monster, so she could only nod vaguely: "Almost."

Cassandra, who was riding the wind dragon on Melita's back, suddenly became happy: "Okay, let me sing you a song. Anyway, I'm idle, so I just thank you for taking me this way..."

"Uh, actually no..."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, Siren always likes to sing," Cassandra said without letting Melita refuse, "What style do you like to listen to? I'm good at death metal..."

Melita: "?"

"Wait a minute, I'll rub my tail and change into a musical instrument first..."

Melita: "?"

Chapter 1067 The Messenger of Tarrond

When Melita and her companions were surrounded by death heavy metal (forced) and swept across the land of the Holy Spirit Plain at high speed, Gao Wen, who was far in the south in the city of Cecil, already knew the news that this group of special missions were about to visit .

The news came from Beigang at first. The Krakens who returned to the mainland first restored their connection with the Empire’s neural network and brought information about the visit of the Dragon Clan. Later, the news was officially received from Victoria Wilder, Grand Duke of the North. confirm.

Even the well-informed Gao Wen felt astonished after learning from the briefing that the expedition team led by Cassandra had experienced so many bizarre experiences in the past few days.

In the study room of the Cecil Palace, Gao Wen was putting down his pen for reviewing documents. He looked up at Tyre, who was dozing in the corner of the room, and couldn't help but ask, "Is your siren's sense of direction... much better? Is there any problem at least?"

Tire moved his tail lazily, and raised one eyelid in a daze: "You are a prejudice... We sea monsters are all natural travelers, and it is extremely rare to have a bad sense of direction occasionally—you I only know a few sea monsters in total..."

"...I can understand the poor sense of direction, but anyway, it is a bit exaggerated to swim all the way across the stormy sea and directly to Tarrond." Coming to the human world... this is beyond the category of poor sense of direction, right?"

Till yawned a lot, as if she had finally finished her third or fourth catch-up sleep today. She shook her head, propped up her upper body with her snake tail, and took advantage of her length to bypass the bookshelf and poke her head to the other side of the bookshelf. In front of the map on one side, his eyes swept across the ocean and land on the upper edge of the map: "Isn't it a good thing? I swam backwards and helped you establish a connection with Antaveen. Cassandra swam reversed, but Accidentally brought the news of Tarrond... So we should be more flexible in thinking, sometimes try the unknown road, maybe there will be unexpected gains..."

Hearing this, Gao Wen couldn't help but looked the deep-sea salted fish up and down: "Although your words don't make much sense, you are indeed very courageous in your nonsense."

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head without waiting for Tyr's response, and looked thoughtfully at the incomplete "map of the known world": "Speaking of it...it's really unimaginable that Tallond was short-lived in the past. Such an astonishing change in just over a month...Frankly, even I never imagined that things would develop like this."

"In fact, there are very few people who can really feel this great change and understand all of it. For the vast majority of people, even if they know about the dragon kingdom, they will use it as an after-dinner conversation. - Tal Lund is too far away, so far away that it is almost the outer world, even though it is already the tallest among the huge waves of the era, how can those tiny water droplets perceive the tumbling of the entire sea?" Tire shook the tip of his tail, Gao Wen said with a serious expression that Gao Wen had never seen before, "But you are different. You stand at the center of this turning point, so your feelings must be different from ordinary people."

Gawain looked at Tire in surprise, and after watching for a few seconds, he couldn't help but said, "It's rare to hear you say such profound words."

"Because thinking about these things is very tiring, I would rather spend the extra energy on sleeping," Tyre shrugged, "But that doesn't mean I can't think about these things—I've lived a long time, you probably often forget This, and in such a long time, even if I sleep 90.00% of the time, the remaining [-]% is enough for me to watch all the historical changes of civilization in a whole season."

Gao Wen looked at the other party curiously: "...Why are you suddenly so emotional today?"

"...This morning, a friend of mine in Antaveen sent the news with psychic singing: After applying the arcane channeling device to the reactor, we finally succeeded in lighting the core fusion tower... ...Although it only lights up for a moment, this is something we have never done in millions of years," Till said, laughing, "In fact, even if the energy supply is restored, it is still far away to repair the spaceship. But my sisters have been encouraged, and now there is an unprecedented whisper in the siren's song that 'the turning point is coming'..."

Gao Wen subconsciously repeated Tyre's words: "The turning point is coming..."

"Yes, you often say similar things, but these words have a special meaning to the sirens," Tyr said slowly, "The races on land often say 'times have changed'—every season civilization will It has been said many times that every time technology advances and every regime changes, you seem to have to change every few hundred years, but for sea monsters, our times have not changed in more than 100 million years. As far as those giant dragons... it should be about the same."

Gawain looked at Tyre quietly, and sighed after a long time: "No wonder you suddenly felt so much emotion after hearing the news about Tarrond."