Chapter 1065： Light and shadow

The Cecils have a powerful warship-it is equipped with the longest range and most destructive rainbow light device made by humans so far. After being charged, it can launch a deadly beam from a distant sea to a land target. Irradiation, it is said that it is also equipped with live ammunition weapons that are equally powerful and can launch equally deadly cross-border shooting at greater distances.

On the battlefield of Killing Gods, it was such a battleship that launched the final blow to the God of War.

After that war, the Cecil warship did not leave the place it was patrolling. What disturbed many Typhon soldiers was that the warship named "Bitter Winter" is still active in the eastern coastal area. When the weather is clear, the sentries on the high mountains can even see the steel monster floating on the sea, with its high raised wings shining in the sun.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it's still over there," Perdinan said with a serious expression, with a trace of worry. "We thought that the Cecilians would return the ship to their home port for supplies at least before the end of winter, but now we look at it. The ship’s endurance on the ocean is far beyond our imagination... Currently it is still active in the eastern waters, but it has not been close to land."

"...The property of the empire does not only include land, but the ocean also has important meaning," Rosetta looked at Perdinan's eyes, "Where is our ship?"

"The Valor and the Red Knight just launched have arrived near the ship, but...now they can only watch from a distance," Pei Dinan's face was a bit ugly, "The Cecilian ship is A real battleship, like their land mobile fortress, the "Bitter Winter" was designed to be heavily armed at the beginning of its construction, and our ship cannot compete with it by force. Earl Owen Dyson All we can do now is surveillance, and on the other hand, we cannot build a warship that can rival the Bitter Winter in a short time."

Then he paused, and then said: "The Cecilians obviously also know this. They have no response to our surveillance, but remain anchored at the offshore boundary-a position that theoretically does not belong to our territorial waters. But the weapons of Bitter Winter can still cover the mountains on the east side of Winter Fort."

"...So, this is a kind of deterrence," Rosetta sighed, "absolute deterrence...It's really the style of Gawain Cecil."

Matilda sat quietly on the side. When Rosetta talked with Perdinant, she just listened quietly and said nothing. It was not until her father was temporarily quiet that she cautiously said her own Thought: "Are the Cecils parked the Bitter Winter near our coastline just to show force as a deterrent?"

Rosetta glanced at her daughter unexpectedly: "What do you seem to think?"

"I'm just worried... The Cecil kept the ship in place to prepare for the upcoming negotiation," Matilda said with a frown. "After all, this'war' is theoretically our first Provoked, even if there is a secret behind the scenes, the Cecilians will definitely ask Typhon to explain it-but no matter what their conditions are, we may find it difficult to accept."

"So, they need to further strengthen their own'right to speak'," Rosetta looked at Matilda approvingly, and then shook her head slightly, "Unfortunately, with Typhon's current situation, maintaining a stable situation is on the verge of At the limit, there are very few things we can do."

“If we can know the Cecil’s negotiating intentions in advance, we can at least maintain an initiative,” Matilda said immediately. “How much we can win at the negotiating table depends on what we do outside the negotiating table. How much effort."

Grand Duke Perdinant listened to the conversation between the emperor and the emperor, and after a short period of thought, he finally broke his silence again: "Winter Wolf Castle and the surrounding area are still in the hands of the Cecilians-they show no sign of retreating."

"Are you saying that the Cecilians plan to annex Winter Wolf and its surrounding areas?" Matilda looked at Archduke Perdinand and then shook her head slightly. "...Although it is possible, I always feel that That Gawain Cecil’s plan will not be so simple and rude..."

The room was quiet for a while, and Rosetta unconsciously rubbed the ruby ​​ring on her left hand with her right hand, and then said thoughtfully, "Anyway, there is only one week left before the meeting."

...

At the deepest part of the Obsidian Palace, there is a staircase leading to the underground of the palace, and a brass gate protected by layers of magic runes stands quietly at the end of the staircase.

This is not the location of a royal treasure house, nor does it involve the top secrets of the royal family, but it is still a restricted area, except for a few elites of the Royal Mage Association and members of the Augustus family, no one can approach it. The brass gates, even the guards guarding the stairs and gates, are sophisticated and expensive magic figures and mechanical devices-these soulless magic 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 that magical technology far surpasses other countries for hundreds of years is in the depths of the brass gate.

Behind the gate, a large square hall is brightly lit, with complex and mysterious magic runes 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 magic devices and converge along the grooves on the ground to the center of the hall. At the focal point where these chains and metal rails converge, there is an alloy made of alloy, covered with runes and precision crystals. The console is making a deep buzzing sound.

Windsor Mapel, the president of the Royal Mage Association, was busy at the console, but Diana, the "maid maid" in the Obsidian Palace, lay quietly on the console—the black-haired lady closed her eyes as if She has fallen asleep. The black maid dress she used to wear is replaced by a wide white gown. The belly of the gown opens a hole. What is exposed under the hole is not human skin, but a bionic that has been opened. Skin and alloy cover.

Under the alloy cover, in the normal human abdominal cavity, a large number of precision parts and devices are running in an orderly manner. The surface of the small magic mechanism flashes with runes. A copper core trembles slightly above the bionic spine, although it has continued to operate. For 700 years, its surface still looks as smooth as new.

In the rest of Diana's body, there are many pipes and thin chains extending from the position covered by the gown. They are connected to the corresponding ports on the edge of the operating table, 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 state of certain parts as needed. He straightened up from time to time, recording something on the floating notebook next to him, or using the operating desk The magic device performs some complicated operations, and her movements are fluent. It is obvious that she has done such work more than once.

After a long time, the president of the association finally finished what she had at hand. She bent down and carefully sorted out the delicate structure of Diana's abdomen, reclosed the cover and the bionic skin, and confirmed that the bionic skin closed and grew and merged. After that, she got up and nodded to the "maid maid" on the platform: "The maintenance has been completed, Ms. Diana."

The dark-haired maid lying on the platform as if sleeping opened her eyes instantly, and rows of data were quickly refreshed in the depths of the pierced eyeballs. After several faint buzzing sounds and the sound of mechanical devices running in her body, she sat down. He got up, and while tearing off the pipe connected to his body, smiled at Windsor Mapel: "Thank you for your maintenance, Ms. Mapel-I feel much more relaxed."

"It's useful," Windsor Mapel also smiled back, "After all, what I can do now is only some limited adjustments. Those more core structures are beyond my understanding and beyond this era. Processing technology."

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

Windsor Mapel looked at the "Iron Man" from the ancient Gondor Empire. Although it was not the first time she helped each other with hardware maintenance, it was not the first time she was exposed to the technical knowledge of the Gondor era. Still could not help being impressed by the incredible ancient technology embodied in Diana, and at the same time yearning for the Gondor Empire that has become history. Until Diana checked her physical condition and walked down the platform by herself, the mage The president of the association woke up from the distraction, and looked at the other person and asked casually: "By the way, Ms. Diana, do you know that you have recently...'painted' something?"

"Recently?" Diana was slightly startled, and then she understood what the other party meant. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, and her brows wrinkled. "Did I doodle again recently..."

"Yes, on the wall of your own room, there is also the clothes of a passing wizard apprentice," Windsor Mapel nodded, "The content is still the same as before, those weird dots and connections...Look Looks like you don’t remember again."

"I really don't remember," Diana couldn't help knocking on her forehead. Although her mental core was not in her head, this action was a "personality behavior" that she had set since she left the factory hundreds of years ago. "It has become one of her habits, "Sorry... Anyway, I apologize to the apprentice mage for me. My reckless behavior must have caused him a lot of trouble."

"I'm troubled... not. The apprentice mage looks very happy. He seems to have wanted your'graffiti' from a long time ago... Hey, young man," Windsor Mapel shook with a weird expression. He turned his head, and then looked up and down Diana, "But then again, can't you still remember the meaning behind those graffiti? No impression at all?"

"No impression," Diana shook her head. "The relevant memories are blank. I don't even remember the graffiti itself. If I hadn't seen the evidence from others, I would not know the existence of those patterns."

"It's a pity," Windsor sighed. "We have checked your mental core and memory devices several times. At least on the surface, none of them show any signs of damage or shock... We have also tried different External stimuli can awaken your damaged memory, but apart from a few experimental accidents, there is no gain."

Diana didn't speak any more, but stood quietly beside the console. There was only peace on that delicate and flawless face created by ancient technology.

...

In Cecil City, in the depths of the renovated and expanded Holy Light Cathedral, Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, sent away the last high-ranking priest who sought guidance with a smile, and the holy lingering beside her The brilliance gradually calmed down and turned into a thin gleam, and the holy and ethereal sound of the wind in the church also died down.

A faint chewing sound rang from her side, Veronica followed the fame and saw a small head emerging from the air, Emily's spirit body was condensed and formed in the holy light lingering beside her, focusing on The ground gnawed at those thin and calm radiances.

Veronica showed a faint 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 pointed at it. A happy and bright smile appeared on the side, and then he lowered his head and continued to eat intently.

The next moment, Wright's voice came into Veronica's ears: "Sorry, this kid is getting more and more naughty recently."

"Good day, the Patriarch," Veronica raised her head and nodded to Lai Fei 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 stops eating the blessings I use for meditation," Wright sighed and said helplessly at Emily, who was swimming like a fish in the holy light floating around. I can’t distinguish the differences and effects of various Holy Light spells. When I’m hungry, I will eat the nearby Holy Light casually..."

"This just proves our research theory—all forms of holy light are essentially different shaping and guiding of the same type of energy. This is a technical concept rather than a theological concept. Therefore, in Emily’s eyes, any form The holy light is essentially the same, as long as the energy level is still within the range that she can digest, she can eat it..."

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

Below the side of her vision, a blank area is floating out of thin air with constantly refreshing text and data:

"The second round of roll call is over.

"Internal security system-normal; internal energy system-normal; internal production facilities-normal; internal controllable unit-normal;

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

"Again, traverse the external security forces and call them...

"65 nodes are offline and no failure or damage report was found.

"The alert level has been raised..."

(End of this chapter)