Chapter 1114： Revisit the age of mythology

Gao Wen's voice fell, and the rebellious courtyard became quiet again.

Amorn suddenly felt that there seemed to be a lot of cold spots in his small courtyard today.

But the cold field this time did not last too long. Amone quickly understood something deeper from Gao Wen’s words, and he gradually realized that the holy radiance that enveloped him was flowing like water, in his tone of voice. With a light sigh: "Ah, yes, she doesn't believe in me, that's right..."

The former God of Nature muttered to himself softly, and then suddenly asked: "When was the original upper-level Druid church reorganized?"

"Almost a thousand years ago-maybe earlier," Gawain nodded, and said the history he had heard from Bersetia. "This is a gradual process. In the Silver Empire, the upper German The Ruiy Church first lifted a series of privileges from marginal parishes, and then gradually moved closer to the direction of secular imperial power, and found new self-support with the Elf Royal Court and the Upper Elf Council as the core. About a thousand years ago, the Elf Royal Family The symbolic meaning of the role of the'Druid High Priest' has been greater than the actual meaning, but before that, the upper Druid church had actually existed in name only."

Amone pondered in a brief silence. No one knows what the **** of nature is thinking at this moment. He only put everything into consideration at the end and sighed: "I was born in a mortal heart, and I should be a mortal. I die in my heart."

"But not all mortals have chosen the age of godlessness," Gawain looked at Ammon's crystal-forged eyes, "you should know that three thousand years... is not enough for the elves to complete a complete birth. Alternately, there are still a few elves who have believed in you alive in this world, especially... those priests who have been blessed by you and have a longer life. They are still alive."

Amorn looked at Gawain quietly, and then whispered after a while: "That silver queen just wants to solve this problem, right?"

Gawain did not answer, but made an affirmation with silence-although he has not mentioned Belcetia's intentions, the **** of the past has already guessed the answer, so there is no need to say anything.

"I understand," the light flowing around Amone gradually calmed down, and his tone was suddenly relaxed, "It is also a good thing. Let the silver queen come, I am ready to see her. By the way, where is she now?"

"She is in Cecil City," Gawain said with a smile, "waiting for me to arrange a meeting with you with anxiety and tension."

"It seems that you have long believed that I would agree," Amone said with a smile in his tone, half-jokingly, "How can I be so confident? Have you ever thought about it in case I disagree. ?"

"You will definitely agree," Gawain said with a calm, smile as confident as the other party said, "You hit the Voyager's space station three thousand years ago, not just to lie here for three thousand years, right?"

Amone narrowed his eyes and stopped making a sound. Gawain looked at the two gods at the scene with a smile, and then took a step back: "Then let me leave first-I have to arrange it. ."

After Gao Wen left, Mirmina looked at the giant deer Amoen, who was still lying quietly on the ground without a word. It took a long time before she suddenly broke the silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I just suddenly remembered the silver queen three thousand years ago...that should be the grandmother of'Belcetia'," Amone said softly, "she used to talk to me at the altar in the Holy Land-- Although most of the time I can’t directly respond to her voice, she often enshrines the fruits she picked from the garden on the altar...until the day I suddenly left. Thinking about it now, I didn’t even talk to her. ."

Milmina lowered her eyelids: "I feel sorry?"

"I just feel sorry," Amone closed her eyes, "My arbitrarily leaving has changed the fate of too many mortals. I only hope that when she leaves this world... there is not much obsession in her heart."

Milmina didn’t speak for a while. She thought about her own affairs in silence. It lasted for an unknown amount of time before she suddenly said: “You have many believers who make you remember deeply. Those pious ones are broken in your ears all day long. Broken thoughts... I don't have any."

"Envy? But this is not a good thing."

"Of course it's not a good thing, so I don't envy it at all," Milmina said casually, and at the same time, she glanced at the Monet terminal that was waiting not far away, "By the way, I'll mind if I'm watching. Huh?"

"You are free-I can't drive you away."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Bersetia woke up very early. She went to the living room next to the dormitory and saw the first ray of sunlight of the day passing through the crystal glass window not far away, slanting on it. On the opposite wall.

A high-level elf maid stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She came from under the sun with a silver cup in her hand, with a very solemn gesture. The high-level maid offered the cup to the silver queen— —The delicate silver vessel was rippling with a pale golden thin liquid, and the mellow breath slowly drifted in the air. Bersetia took it with a solemn expression and drank it.

According to the ancient ritual system, the deacon should wake up with the sun on sacred days and drink the honey wine symbolizing "natural pure blood" in the sun to cleanse their souls.

Elaine, the close-fitting maid, came from the side, serving the silver queen and putting on a classical and exquisite priestess costume. This costume has a complicated and exquisite structure and is based on pure white. This is because the legendary **** of nature is pure white. , On it there are exquisite green patterns, symbolizing the lush green forest and the "life" part of the natural cycle, and the skirt edge and the collar near the black lines, which symbolize the "death" in the natural cycle "Part of it.

After changing into the Chinese clothes, there are a series of rituals of incense, combing, and application of holy oil, all of which have ancient symbolic significance and strict norms. The high-level maids-they also have the status of druid deacon ——Helping the Queen of Silver to carry out these sacred preparations with incomparable skill, Bersetia, as the core of the ceremony, stood quietly among these busy maids, waiting for the end of the process.

What kind of mood did the priests of three thousand years ago carry out these sacred rituals? Devotion from the heart? Really moved? Or both? Belsetia, who lived in the age of godlessness, thought about it in her heart, but she couldn't experience the emotions of her ancestors in her heart...because for her, all this is just her duty as the Queen of Silver, and it is her job. , Is her essential "makeup" to maintain the royal majesty, after all, she has been here since childhood.

It’s just that today she still has some different feelings in her heart after all. This feeling stems from what she is going to do today-in three thousand years, she will be the first silver elf to talk to the gods again. These sacred things are It seemed that there was some meaning again, but before experiencing these meanings, the biggest feeling in her heart... was still anxiety and uneasiness.

When all the preparations were over, Bersetia let out a sigh of relief. She stretched out her hand to rub her tight cheeks. This less solemn movement broke the heavy depression brought to her by the priest's costume. The door in the distance opened, and an elf maid appeared in front of her: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Gawain Cecil is already waiting outside."

"I see," Bersetia nodded, and then glanced at Elaine, who almost never left her side. "Elaine, I have to go alone—you are here waiting for me to come back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the hallway, a silver queen in a costume came to Gawain's eyes. The gorgeous dress with an elf style made Gawain wink a little unexpectedly: "This is the first time I have seen the most orthodox religious costumes of the Classical Druids. -It looks better than I thought."

"The highest-ranking priest's robe is only allowed to be worn in the most grand and special'sacraments', and similar things are hardly open to foreigners. It is normal for you to have never seen it," Belcetia revealed a little Smiling, after seeing Gawain, the tension she accumulated seemed to be relieved, but at the same time she showed some worry, "Should I not prepare for these ritualizations? According to you, we should avoid Connect with the gods, especially today..."

"Relax, since I agreed to do this, I was prepared-the anti-divine barrier has already started to operate, and everything you do today is itself part of the experimental project," Gao Wen said, his expression became slightly more pronounced Solemnly, "And on the other hand, the effects of these rituals are actually not as great as you think. If there is no "pointing" in the mind, the solemn ritual itself is just a ritual. It is said that the smartest monkeys in the ancestral forest Know how to imitate the actions of priests on the sacrificial field, and even baptize themselves with holy water like a person-but have you ever heard of a monkey receiving divine grace and mastering divine power?"

Belcetia thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "...That's true. But the example you gave, Uncle Gawain, is really not good."

……

Rebelling against the deepest part of the fortress, footsteps sounded in the corridor leading to the gate of the inner courtyard. Quiet light flows in the magic net runes and prefabricated rune substrates, and modern magic spar lamps are built in ancient Gondor technology. On the walls of, the radiant light dispelled the darkness that should have been shrouded in this place for a long time, and also allowed the visitors who went deep into it to feel at ease in the light.

With three-point anxiety and seven-point curiosity in her heart, Bersetia walked forward beside Gao Wen and looked at the rooms passing by from time to time-this ancient facility has been transformed by modern means to a certain extent And repaired, but most of its area still maintains its ancient appearance. The words of the Gondor period and the remaining magical installations seem to her to be quite space-time.

Other things that arouse her interest are the "staff" who occasionally sees on the road.

In the rebellious fortress located in the material world, she has seen many humans coming and going in those corridors and rooms, busy, and the entire mountain fortress is a busy large base, and the frequency of personnel shuttles is no less than that of the city. The factory and research institute in China, but she did not expect to see the staff stationed in this rebellious fortress located in the shadow world-although the number is much smaller, but along the way, she still sees some Some of the rooms are brightly lit, with researchers in white uniforms busy inside, and others hurriedly walking by in the external corridors, holding folders or crystal plates storing image data in their hands.

The silver queen's face was full of surprise.

Such a change of expression did not hide from Gao Wen’s eyes. He looked sideways at the blond woman who was looking around, who was already a little less solemn, and a smile emerged from his face: “It seems that you are a little bit about the'popularity' here. accident?"

"I thought it should be a more... lifeless place," Belcetia thought for a while, and said her thoughts candidly. "After all, I heard that it was a'forbidden zone' not long ago, and even a rebellious fortress outside. Most areas are also locked down... but now it seems that you have developed this into a formal research facility?"

"In fact, it was not too long ago," Gawain nodded and said, "We restarted many research projects in the Gondor era's rebellious plan, and the rebellious fortress and the rebellious fortress are the most suitable research facilities. It has a unique geographical advantage. And some protective devices that are still in operation until now, so we moved in personnel and equipment."

"Is this the so-called ‘Analytic God’?" Bersetia couldn’t help but whispered, "Such a large-scale participation, such a natural action... It is completely different from my previous guess."

Gao Wen couldn’t help asking with some curiosity: "What was your original guess?"

"... Just like my father once did, in an extremely confidential place, a very small number of people are conducting extremely confidential research, and all the results are dare not to be made public. All the processes will eventually be destroyed, and only Unexplained commands and ambiguous answers."

"What's the point of doing that?" Gawain stopped, and looked at Bersetia with a smile, "This is not even better than the rebellious plan of the Gondor era."

He shook his head, withdrew his gaze, looked at the end of the corridor, and then said as if talking to himself: "It doesn't make sense... But many people are doing things similar to you, just like those dark sects, like mentioning Feng Royal Family... The cautious attitude is true, but it is far from enough.

"You shouldn’t keep awe of God while analyzing the gods. On this bold road, we can only get closer to the truth of God when we don’t be God.

"Bercetia, here we are-this is the last gate, behind the gate is the'little courtyard' of the gods of the past."

At this moment, Bersetia was shocked to realize that the corridor had come to an end. An alloy gate with many ancient runes was blocking her in front of her, and there were no technicians walking around, but eye-catching sights could be seen on the walls on both sides. Warning signs illuminated by lights, with large fonts on those signs reminding visitors:

There are gods in front of   , please stay away.

As Gawain's voice fell, the alloy gate opened creakingly under the push of a series of mechanical structures, but the corridor was not directly exposed to the external space: a translucent energy barrier appeared there as a "mortal world" As the last safety barrier between the "god" and the "god", Bersetia's sight passed through this barrier, and she saw a mountain of light rising in the distant darkness.

It was a mythical age where the elves lost three thousand years.