Chapter 1115： A place with a peculiar style

Standing in front of the seemingly weak energy shield, Bersetia suddenly found herself as if she had been back many, many years ago, back to the first time she sat in the seat of dominance, the first time she connected the stars with the nervous system The AI ​​cluster in the temple, listening to those noisy and chaotic, the soul of the machine that exceeds the limit of ordinary people’s understanding suddenly burst in his mind, it is the same at a loss, as if the self-confidence built for a long time is suddenly shaken, and there is only There is an unpredictable future left.

She remembered that she was directly in a semi-comatose state on the seat of dominance at that time, and she was in a state of negligence for several hours in negotiating, learning, and adapting to those ancient AIs, even though the recorders later stated that she had been performing for generations. The best "master", but she still doesn't want to recall the state of being completely unable to control herself.

Bersetia shook her head, expelled the inexplicable memories and distracting thoughts from her mind, and at the same time stepped forward, crossing the thin energy shield, the boundless, dark and sinking shadow world Bashing.

This is...a world of abnormal perception.

The silver elf's keen perception system immediately made a judgment. Bersetia sniffed her nose subconsciously, a kind of "empty breath" made her frown, and she stepped on the hard ground with her feet down to the ground, feeling not big or small. Gravity, lukewarm temperature, clearly watching every detail around me in the darkness, everything I touched seemed to have no problem, but after carefully feeling it, Bersetia was called from this The place called "Shadow World" feels extremely huge...empty, the orderly laws from the material world that she is familiar with have undergone a certain change here, but what kind of change it is... she can't tell. .

After this, the silver queen began to notice the desolate and chaotic environment of the shadow world, and the strange and fragmented state of the distant earth.

"This is really a...desolate place," she couldn't help but said, "Our **** lives here?"

"It's not appropriate to say'live', but you can only think so," Gawain said next to her, while gently pushing her from behind, "Go forward-the anti-divine barrier is already operating at full power. , You don’t have to worry about being contaminated by the spirits of the gods here. But we still can’t stay for too long. The system is still in the testing period, and the server in the background can only run stably for a while.

Beersetia realized that behind this meeting, there are probably countless people and countless devices working at the same time. Behind the cutting-edge technology here is a lot of manpower and material resources. She nodded immediately, and then walked forward with Gao Wen.

The holy brilliance that rose like a hill is getting closer and closer, Bersetia feels her heart beating, and she finally begins to see certain details in that brilliance-that huge figure, those crisscross Something like wreckage, a large number of magical devices set up around... she finally reached a sufficient position, and stood there, looking up at the holy and glorious figure.

The pure white giant deer, lying prone on the fragmented ground, is as moving as all the sacred books, beautiful and solemn, but the difference from the sacred books is that there is no one called "reincarnation" here. The towering trees, there is no city called "life" and the big tomb called "death"—the **** of nature is surrounded by countless shocking remains. Those twisted alloys and crystals even penetrated the giant deer. The torso nailed this sacred and powerful creature to the ground like huge nails, and it looked even frightening.

Bersetia's eyes widened in an instant, and the unexpected scene made her take a breath. She had imagined how the **** of nature would appear in front of her countless times, but she had never thought it would be like this. In the scene, she subconsciously took a half step forward, but before she could speak, the holy giant deer suddenly opened her eyes, the eyes that are more transparent than any gemstone in the world exudes a soft white light, making Bersetia All movements and sounds stopped.

"Hello, little guy," Amone's voice sounded out of thin air, even as if directly in his mind, "Welcome to my little courtyard."

Bersetia opened her mouth, she felt Gawain's hand lightly patted on her shoulder. This small movement made her somewhat jammed nerves resume operation, and the words finally said: "You...you are natural. God?"

Terrible opening remarks-all the preparations for the belly drafts that I had written several days before were all in vain.

As soon as the words were spoken, the Queen Silver became annoyed from the bottom of her heart. She had imagined how she would carry out this first "human-god conversation" in a calm and unhurried manner, but in the end she almost messed up the situation. Such opening remarks were completely inconsistent. Her expectations even seemed stupid, but for some reason, she felt that the holy giant deer in front of her smiled after she spoke.

This is actually impossible—the giant deer didn’t actually do anything except open his eyes, and there was no change in expression. There was no way to smile, but Bersetia had such a feeling, she felt I saw the other's smile.

Amone was indeed smiling, with a smile hidden in his heart. He could see that the queen was a little confused, but this was within his expectation-not everyone is Gawain Cecil or ancient disobedience. It is actually a miracle that ordinary mortals can stand up when they first come before them. This kind of impact has nothing to do with mental pollution, and naturally it cannot be shielded by the "anti-divine barrier".

And there is a more important point: Bersetia is a silver elf. Although she may have got rid of the belief in the **** of nature, the imprint on the race has not completely dissipated. As a long-lived elf, The influence of this kind of imprint on her is far greater than that of human beings who are also bound by the psychic seal, and this kind of influence from the inside out... also cannot be offset by the anti-divine barrier.

"Don't be nervous," Amone's voice sounded again, becoming more gentle, "Try to relax, stop thinking about your identity and my identity... Be a regular guest, so that we can have a good conversation."

Belsetia finally felt her condition improved a bit, as if talking with these two simple sentences over time, her soul had gradually "adapted" to a certain "pressure", she took a deep breath, feeling the body and The psychological double calmed down, and then he raised his head and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm a little gaffe."

As soon as her voice fell, a gentle and sweet strange female voice with a sense of majesty and sacredness as Amone suddenly heard from a high place: "Actually, your performance is quite good, better than I bet with Amone. "

Bersetia was taken aback in an instant. She subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of the sound, and then noticed that another huge figure had come in front of her at some point. This figure was as tall as a bell tower, as if A lady wearing a complicated palace dress, her lower body showed a misty state of chaos-this lady was looking down at herself, her upper body showed a clear feminine posture, but her face seemed to be covered with a layer The thin veil can only vaguely see the amazingly beautiful features under that veil, as well as a pair of eyes full of arcane brilliance.

Belcetia was taken aback, but for some reason, when confronted with this lady who appeared suddenly and possessed a deity posture, she did not have the confusion and soul turmoil as she faced Ammon. She was just extremely astonished, but did not affect herself. Asked aloud: "You...who are you?!"

"Ah, just call me Milmina-you can add ‘Miss’ at the end," the old goddess of magic said with a smile, "Hello, little silver elf."

"Milmina?!" Bersetia was taken aback, and quickly realized the identity behind the name. She looked at the lady who showed a godly gesture in shock, and blurted out what she wanted in her heart, "Goddess of Magic? Goddess of Magic?!"

Suddenly, she thought of what had just happened last year, of the grand "funeral" jointly organized by the Cecil Empire and the Typhon Empire, the memorials widely spread in many mortal countries, and those commemorative activities... She reacted suddenly. Turning his head and looking to his side, he saw Gawain's smile.

"This part of the information will be made public in a high-authority document of the Theocracy in the near future, and major leaders of all countries will know the truth," Gao Wen opened his hands, "As for this stage, keep it secret."

"So... the goddess of magic is actually alive. The so-called'fallen' is just a cover," Bersetia was stunned. "This is to get him out of the position of God... Another experiment of the Theocracy?"

"Don't be busy guessing so much, although your guess is generally good," Milmina's voice came from high above, interrupting Bersetia's words. "That funeral was indeed to further cut off me and the mortal world. Connection, but the whole move to leave the position of God is my own plan-Gawain Cecil made a little cooperation."

Beersetia listened and nodded slowly. Although she was still full of doubts, she vaguely understood many things. Then she looked up at Milmina again, and after some hesitation, she couldn't help but ask: "Then...what are you doing here? Could it be that...as long as the gods who safely escape from the position of God, they will gather in this place? ?"

"There is no such rule," Milmina said casually, her huge body suddenly lowered-her lower body shrank, and her posture seemed to be squatting on the side, but she was still tall after she squatted down. Others must look up, "As for me... you don't have to care, I am here to watch the excitement."

Belcetia: "...?!"

The Silver Queen felt that her brain couldn't react for a while.

In this mysterious courtyard of rebellion, at the scene of communication between mortals and gods, a goddess came uninvited and just squatted aside, saying that she was watching the excitement... This kind of unfolding style made Berseti Ya got stuck, and the impact was no less than when she suddenly faced the gods just now, so that even Gawain next to him suddenly became a little worried-shouldn't Bersetia wake up more before?

But fortunately, this weird and embarrassing atmosphere did not last long. The silver queen's strong will quickly came into play and forcibly contained the sanction scene. She forcibly turned her attention back to Amoen, the giant deer, took a deep breath and said: "What should I call you now?"

She didn't call the other person "Lord"—as the nominally highest priestess of the Druid, she should have done so without hesitation.

This question is already explaining his position.

Amone was very satisfied with this. His voice sounded very pleasant: "Just call my name, little guy...Bercetia, just call my name. Ah, you can add Go to'Mr.'"

Belsetia hesitated for a moment, and tentatively shouted: "Amoen... Sir?"

"Well, very good."

"You seem to have been seriously injured," Bersetia relaxed slightly, and then her gaze fell on the wreckage that looked like some kind of torture instrument, "These things are...?"

"The exploration for freedom, the small price paid under recklessness," Amone wittyly commented on his actions three thousand years ago. "In order to get out of the position of God, I hit something harder. ...Nearly won."

"In order to break away from the position of God..." Belcetia was taken aback, and slowly reacted, "You mean the fall of the white star three thousand years ago?"

"In the world of mortals, that's exactly what we call that collision." Amone said slowly.

Belsetia blinked, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Gawain next to her. She saw that the other party still had that kind of faint smile, standing aside as if it had nothing to do with herself, and seemed to have no intention to participate.

Like the goddess of magic who squatted down not far away, is this "outer-territorial wanderer" just "watching the fun"?

Silver Queen suddenly realized something in her heart-today's meeting, I am afraid that the truth that she will be exposed to will far exceed all her imagination.

"Tell me about the current situation of the elves," Julu Amorn's voice sounded in his mind, interrupting the Queen Silver's fantasies. "For three thousand years, I have consciously avoided paying attention to the kingdom of the elves, and I am also shielding it. All the information about you... my limited information comes from Gawain Cecil, but he is not an elf."

Beersetia looked up at the holy giant deer. She took a breath and said slowly: "...We are struggling on the edge of the whirlpool."

……

In the spacious and bright "incubation room" of the Cecil Palace, Enya is putting the newspaper she just finished reading on a bookshelf not far away-the bookshelf just delivered is leaning against the wall, and the various items have been placed on it. All kinds of recreational reading materials, including not only the recent newspapers of the Cecil Empire, but also the combined editions of various magazines in the past two years, folklore legends and novel scripts collected from various places, a large number of reading materials are full There was almost a whole wall of bookshelves, which gave a lot of vitality to the incubation room that seemed a bit cold and monotonous.

"Unfortunately, just reading the newspaper is a bit boring," the golden dome stood on its pedestal and muttered to himself softly, "I don't know when the Monet terminal will be delivered..."

A knock on the door sounded at this moment, interrupting the Golden Dome’s self-talk.

Enya looked in the direction of the door unexpectedly-few people who come to this room on weekdays need to knock on the door, but she still politely said: "Please come in."

The next second, the door of the incubation room was gently pushed open from the outside, and a huge metal ball floated in. The surface of the ball was painted with a happy and funny smiling face, which was turning to Enya's direction.

"Hello, I am here to install the equipment."

The metal ball with a happy and funny smile said very politely.