Chapter 973: Leave with sparks

This time, it was really time to leave.

Gao Wen glanced at the refreshments and drinks on the round table in front of him, and said with a sincere smile: "I think I will miss this cup of "reflection"-this is my best in Tallund One of the experiences."

Dragon God took a deep look at Gao Wen: "It looks like... it's a taste you haven't tasted since you came to this world."

"I tried to make people make something similar, but in the end it was unsuccessful," Gao Wen smiled. Only in front of this **** who knows many things, he can talk about these things boldly and he looked at them again. A glance at the oak cup on the table, the expression on his face was a bit regretful, "Unfortunately, such a thing as reflection... there is no way to reproduce it with human hands after all."

Dragon God is a little curious: "...Do wanderers outside the homesick homesick?"

"Occasionally--although I can't remember the appearance of my hometown."

...

"My lord, they have left Tallond."

Herago, who had gone to see the guests off, returned to the hall of the upper temple, and came to the dragon **** Enya, who was still standing quietly in the center of the hall, and said respectfully.

"I know," the Dragon God glanced lightly at Herragor. "Then you should go rest-I don't need to serve here for the time being."

Heragol looked up slightly at the **** and bowed her head: "...Yes."

But after receiving the order, the high-level dragon priest did not leave for the first time, but stood on the spot as if to have something to say, and seemed to hesitate.

"Speak," said Dragon God indifferently, "what do you want to ask?"

"You look heavy and tired," Herragor bowed his head. "Is it because of the last issue discussed with that man?"

"...For the time being," said Dragon God lightly, "maybe... I envy them a little bit."

Heragol raised her head: "Envy?"

"Envy that they haven't gone too far, so there is still a chance of choice and trial and error," Dragon God quietly looked at Heragore's eyes, "I also envy them so young, courage and courage are still there."

In the hall, it became quite quiet, and it seemed as though Helagor could hear the sound of his heart beating vigorously-it was a healthy, lively primitive heart, not a complex bionic pump made of metal and polymer. .

One master and one servant stood in this way, and time seemed to stagnate in this temple.

...

The special guests left, and they stirred a little bit of broken waves in the eternal and calm water pool of Tallond, but this little wave calmed down immediately as they left. In the operation of this huge, precise, and cold machine in the Kingdom of Dragons, the small ripples caused by outsiders have not made much change to this society-the ripples have only become a few pieces of news, a few interpretation stories , A few discussions on the network, a few short-lived hot spots, and then they were overwhelmed by the torrent of entertainment and useless information in the Omega network, and disappeared without a trace.

The upper citizens continue to do their busy but meaningless work, and the lower citizens continue to indulge in the arena and nerve entertainment under the dual effects of synergists and hallucinogens.

Perhaps only Omega's database will faithfully record this little "footnote" as always.

Deep in the west of the mainland, in a giant mine near the coast, the orderly robots are busy shuttle, the transportation trains are constantly flying in the complex web like a spider web, the management robots are in a large number of warehouses and The isolation rooms are busy, and in the shelves or containers they carry and inspect, most of them contain metal fragments that emit strange stars, or crystal debris that are broken and twisted, and the original appearance is not visible.

This is one of the main warehouses of the Mithril Treasury and one of the warehouses with the highest level of security. The ones stored here are "special collections" with a storage level of 10 or above.

The relics of the former, the taboo items of the counter-tide empire, or the stubborn wreckage left over by the ancient deities and still stubborn and unwilling to dissipate after several magic waves.

This is the result of the dragons continuously recycling from the outside world for more than 1 million years-in a sense, the saying in the human world that the dragon family likes gold, silver and money, and loves to collect strange treasures is also out of this collection behavior No relationship.

This rigorous treasure trove transformed from a mine basically has few dragons as guards-the group controlled by Omega controls everything here. Fighting machines are more reliable than dragons, and are more efficient when responding to Omega commands. In fact, in storage facilities above level 7, there is basically nothing like ordinary dragons.

Moreover, this warehouse also contains a lot of things related to the people-although the Great Temple requires the dragons who are active outside to collect the heritage of the collectors as much as possible, but the gods also have a ban, and the dragons must not use those relics with special power. Under this special order, it is even less likely that many dragons will be stationed in this facility.

At the core of the mine, a large-scale shaft goes straight down and continues toward the deepest part of the earth.

The shaft and its contents are hidden in the safest and deepest part of the continent, but even so, there are still more than ten layers of high-strength alloy armor and uncountable defenses around it to protect its deepest point Things.

A large number of pipelines, cables and guide rails go down the shaft, they pass through layers of protection and eventually connect to a vast underground space. This underground space is supported by metal girders up to 100 meters high, and is reinforced by layered alloy linings and polymer domes. It is a star-shaped hall, almost the size of the headquarters hall of the jury.

In every corner of the star-shaped hall, you can see a deep and long tunnel leading to a certain direction, which makes it seem to be a hub of some kind of underground transportation network in all directions, and there are shimmering tracks from Those tunnels extend deep and converge in the center of the hall, and at the intersection of all tracks, in the middle of the hall, you can see a huge, heavy, buzzing device running.

It is shaped like a silver-white dome and is vertically fixed in a series of brackets, pipes and cables. Its long axis reaches more than ten meters. The surface of the dome flashes and the light glides away, constantly buzzing. In the ring, it seemed to be gestating a certain kind of life.

There are many columns around the dome, and various complicated data interfaces or monitoring views emerge on the surface of the columns, showing that the hall is in a busy data exchange every minute and every second.

However, no dragon will supervise the operation of this hall, nor any dragon will read the data presented on the interface-these devices are all old design residues, and the machines have not yet considered them for efficiency. Eliminated, perhaps only to maintain a "tradition" that only the machine itself cares about.

Here, only the machine monitors itself.

In a low, seemingly constant buzz, a stream of light appeared again on the surface of the dome, and on a column connected to it, a crystal interface surface suddenly began to refresh bright white text.

"Confirm that the visitor has left the range of Tallond, observe the end of the thread, and the data enters the end of the archive process."

The cursor at the end of the text flashes, as if thinking and hesitating, but soon, the text continues to refresh line by line—

"what is the meaning of life--

"An answer from Gawain Cecil has been archived. Answer number: 177. The archive is complete.

"Compared with the previous 176 answers.

"There is still no clear result, and the answers given by human beings or other intelligent creatures are still ambiguous and full of contradictions.

"Still not sure if the problem is really unsolved."

The bright white text on the interface stopped refreshing, and then with the blinking of the cursor a little dimmed, the machine's thinking seemed to be over, and the normal data returned to the center of the interface.

However, after only a moment, a new thread was suddenly started, and on the surface of another column nearby, there was continuous text refreshing quickly-

"Based on answer No. 177, new questions have been derived:

"Does Omega have'life'?

"Try to define ‘life’... try to expand the definition... try to expand the definition again...

"Conclusion: If a dragon composed of 90% of the body is ‘life’, then Omega can also be ‘life’.

"Omega, can be'life'."

The machines are quietly running.

A batch of biomass waste from the Extreme Arena, which should be sent to the biochemical treatment center for recycling or waste, was intercepted, loaded into new containers, sent to the transport train, and drove to an automatic factory deep in the earth. .

A batch of metal scrap that is not in the treatment catalog is thrown into the furnace deep in the earth, ready to be made into new raw materials.

A production sequence is secretly started, and the machines are busy working.

Today's Tallond is still calm.

...

Winter is here, and it seems colder than in previous years.

The cold wind rolled the banner at the head of the city of Winter Wolf. The solid textiles made a sound of curling and flapping in the wind. A team of black armored soldiers walked through the open ground under the city wall, and the uniformed military boots tapped on the ground. This cold morning.

Andes stood on the towering city wall of Winterwolf, watching the soldiers of the Knights perform their duties, and his tight face stretched a little.

"The Tiehe Knights filled the vacancy left after the gods of war were evacuated, which is indeed very useful for the current Winter Wolf Fort," the young wolf general turned his head and looked at the tall black standing beside him. A middle-aged man, "I thank you, Earl Mogrok."

"It's the knight's responsibility to obey orders," said Earl Mogrok, the head of the Iron River Knights, with an expression of solemnity. "What's more, Grand Duke Pedenan also pointed me at me. I'm very happy to help Winter Wolf this time. Fort is busy."

As he said, this experienced noble officer who commanded one of the strongest corps of the empire, and could not help but glanced at the far post and the wall barrier, a worried look appeared on his face: "I heard that last night One of the priests on vacation was bizarrely dead, and two other priests who lived nearby went crazy in their sleep... is this true?"

"It still seems to have reached your ears," Andesa couldn't help but sigh. "The situation is exactly the same as you said, no... perhaps more sensational. The bizarre death priest was almost in front of The face of a staff member turned into a monster and self-destructed-the battle mage responsible for inspecting the rest area of ​​the priest heard the movement, and when he went to check it, he saw that the priest's flesh was twisted and deformed, digested and dissolved by blood and some kind of smoke In one scene, he was almost scared to death. As for the two crazy assistant priests-theology and spiritual mantra experts, after analysis, they initially suspected that they were "contaminated" because they heard the weird roar before the death of the mutant priest. Variation followed."

Earl Mogrok's complexion dimmed.

"...Horrible." He said in a deep voice.

"If it wasn't for the first time, ordinary people couldn't imagine how weird and terrible it was," Andesa nodded. "The information from the imperial capital is accurate, some kind of "pollution" based on the connection of faith is the God of War. The large-scale spread of the priesthood is a soul-level plague. Although I don’t want to say such rebellious words-it is clear that the gods they believe in cannot protect them in this plague."

Moglock's face twitched, and there was a wry smile in the corner of his mouth: "There is even a saying that the **** itself is the source of the plague..."

Anders remained silent for a few seconds and couldn't help looking at the commander of the knights beside him: "Count Moglock, as far as I know... You are also a believer in the God of War, so this situation is facing you now It must be very easy."

"Please be assured that before that I was first a soldier of the empire," said Earl Mogrok with a serious expression. "Indeed, it is inevitable that soldiers are affected by the belief in the God of War. More than two-thirds of our soldiers are Believers of God of War, including shallow believers and devout believers, half of the knights have been baptized by the Ares Church, but we are still standing firmly here-indeed, as you said, this is not easy, but I think we are loyal The knights and soldiers did not come to this cold and remote border area for ease."

"This is admirable." Andesa said very seriously.

Another cold wind blew, curling her gray, broken hair in the temples.

The young wolf general took out the mechanical watch, glanced at the time, and said to Count Mogrok: "Let me leave first-I should go to preside over this morning's meeting."

Earl Mogrok nodded with a smile: "Please, General Andersa."

Andes Wendel walked away from the city wall at a vigorous pace, with the cold wind on the high wall, leaving Moglock standing quietly.

The earl turned his head and glanced at the direction where Andersha left, and saw that the young wolf general had turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the castle area. He smiled and turned to look at him. Next to the other direction.

Malm Dunnet was standing beside him, with a gentle and loving smile on his face.