Chapter 1273： front end

Amone looked at Milmina who had risen from the high stone "throne" in surprise, a trace of confusion flashed in her crystal-forged eyes: "How did you take the avatar back in advance? What's wrong with the exploratory action?"

"No...the exploration is still going on, I returned ahead of time," Milmina's body stood in the courtyard of disobedience like a lighthouse. There are countless magical runes appearing and overlapping in the cloud-like skirt. , But different from the past, these runes all present a "ghost"-like state at this moment, with layers of illusions spreading out from their hazy edges. The "magic master" looks sideways. The holy giant deer next to him gave a glance and gently rubbed his forehead, "I have a problem, I need to adjust myself..."

"Something went wrong!? Are you okay?" Amoen felt a little nervous when he heard this, "What is there that affects you in God of War?"

"It has nothing to do with the Kingdom of God of War," Milmina stepped off the platform, and the rune girders wrapped around her to suppress and isolate mental pollution then disintegrated silently in the air, turning into dots of light and dust. "...We have completed an experiment, during which we confirmed the fluctuating nature of magic."

"...Oh, the fluctuating nature of magic..." Amone hesitated for half a second, nodded slightly and said, "Then you are..."

Milmina glanced at Ammon silently, hesitated for two or three seconds before saying helplessly: "With your intelligence, it is difficult for me to explain clearly to you..."

Amorn: "..."

He wanted to rebuke it so loudly, but he suspected that Milmina made sense. In case this "mystery master" really threw himself tons of theoretical terms, then he is a **** of nature. It must be unstoppable, and in the end it will have to be ashamed.

After confirming that Milmina did not intend to explain this in detail, Amone could see in his heart. He just shook his head from side to side, confirming that the "uninvited guest" in front of him looked a little tired. When there is nothing unusual outside, he relaxes, and while walking towards where he usually sits on the Internet, he said: "Since your side ends early, then I will go back to rest. These devices will stay here for now. The technicians previously said that they can be ignored...In the future, if we want to send an avatar to'out' to breathe, the device here can be used again."

Milmina stood in front of the high platform noncommittal. She did not explain to Amone in detail about the magic observation test, but when the other party was about to turn around and walk away, she couldn't help but speak: "Amoen, you Have you ever been curious about everything in the world, curious about what is hidden under the appearance of this world...explanation?"

"You mean curiosity?" Amone stopped, and turned his head in the direction of Milmina. "Of course I have curiosity. Any intellectual individual has curiosity, although the things I am curious about may not be the same as you. In the same way, you are curious about the mystery of magic and the order of elements. I pay attention to the changes of life and the laws of evolution... But in essence, we are all curious about the'explanation' behind everything in the world... Even the most inflexible God of War, I believe He also has things he was curious about."

Speaking of this, the **** of nature paused and looked into Milmina’s eyes: "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I'm just thinking about the form in which the world we live in exists and operates... How do all kinds of seemingly unrelated things co-exist in this dimension? The boundary between magic and matter It seems clear but vague. The power of the mind can interfere with the state of the material world... Can there be a unified and self-consistent explanation behind these phenomena that everyone takes for granted," Milmina said softly. There was a slight tremor in his voice, and the tremor seemed to be a kind of "awe", "Amorn, is our world presenting the present posture, is it inevitable or accidental? Or is it just something bigger? A very short moment in the evolution system?"

Amorn maintained his previous posture: "...Huh?"

Milmina didn’t seem to notice the reaction of her old friend. She seemed to be trapped in some kind of uncontrolled mental vortex, letting her thinking diverge: “Perhaps we are like a living in a vast pond The worm, floating on the surface of the water ignorantly, has a short life span for only one moment. A gust of wind blows the water out of the pool with layers of ripples. So at this moment we feel that we have a glimpse of the truth of the universe and think that the universe is There is a layer of wavy water, but the wind will stop soon, the ripples will gradually calm down, and our limited life span and cognition will never be able to detect this..."

Amorn completely stopped the movement of stepping away. He turned around, staring at Mirmina for a long time with his bright eyes, and suddenly felt that with his IQ, he really didn’t understand what she was talking about...

But soon the "God of Nature" shook his head slightly. He didn't understand the meaning of the "scenario" described by Mirmina, but he seemed to have guessed the reason why the other party was so emotional. He lowered his head and said in a very serious tone: "You saw certain truths in that'experiment', but this truth does not conform to your'common sense', so you are doubting your knowledge of the world. Questions or doubts there is a problem in this world?"

Milmina's expression was stunned, as if she didn't expect Amone to point out her state directly, and then she laughed at herself: "...It really doesn't seem to be a thought that a'god' should have. Right?"

"But this is the feeling that mortals often have whenever they advance on the path of exploration, whenever they come into contact with new things, and whenever their civilization goes further... Mortals who were born weak and accustomed to the vastness and vastness of this world The "surprise" after each step is actually that we so-called "gods" will be as helpless as you when facing new truths, but...Milmina, your current state is actually a good thing."

"Good thing?"

"You have come into contact with things outside of your cognition, and it sounds like that thing has greatly subverted your cognition. Now that you come back, with full of curiosity and doubts, you can still feel so many things with me. The God of War who went mad in the face of the'trade war', think about the dragon gods who were out of control at the beginning...You are now sane, haven't you noticed this?"

Milmina opened her eyes slightly, as if she had awakened from a big dream, and after a while, she slowly showed a smile on her face.

She looked at Amorn, recalling the “scenes” she had seen and the conjectures she had seen in that wonderful state not long ago. She imagined, sketching out a higher-dimensional perspective. In that perspective, she seemed to be able to Seeing another "look" of this old friend in front of me, seeing this "Amoen", composed of countless quantifications and variables, affected by countless ripples and constantly trembling at the same time... Floating in the ubiquitous cosmic background radiation.

...

Ferna looked up at the filthy and heavy clouds that blocked the sun at high altitude, watching the thin and weak sun shining hard to penetrate to the bottom of the clouds, and forming a dark curtain like dusk in the sky, among the floating clouds of high altitude. , She suddenly broke the silence softly: "The wind direction at high altitude has changed again..."

"Yes, the atmospheric system'again' engulfed by magical energy is always undergoing unpredictable changes," Lerna's voice came from the side, with a breezy feeling, "but no matter how it changes, this The wasteland remains the same."

"Just like in this sad world... the direction of the wind is always changing, everything is constantly changing, but you are always trapped in these short cycles of reincarnation, and you can't get rid of it. Gravity is the'majestic wall' of this planet. Outside the wall is a starry sky that mortals don't deserve to touch... "

The elven sisters who look almost exactly the same on a boulder like an opera actor respond with emotion, and on the open ground behind them, a huge, mirror-like vortex-like space gap is gradually stabilizing.

The crack was filled with dazzling blue light. Streams of light rushed through the vast space deep in the crack, and the slight overflow of energy stirred the nearby air, bringing out a whistle-like wind around the crack.

Two deformed giants covered in blood and flesh mud are walking heavy steps towards the seemingly dangerous rift. They are carrying huge and sophisticated rune stones one after another. On the surface of the rune stones, dim magic The glory has gradually awakened.

The runestone was thrown into the rift. Just after passing through this "door", it flew quickly towards one of the blue light streams under the action of some kind of automatic guidance mechanism, and this delicate device was quietly submerged in the torrent of magical power. , And then a treant priest who was in charge of manipulating the deformed giant walked down from the nearby hillside and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, now we have another node... Two patriarchs, we are away Success is one step closer."

Firna nodded slightly, and gave a sweet smile to the tree priest who was walking towards this side: "Yes, thank you very much."

Lerna on the side did not say a word, but raised her right hand slightly, and a light blue phantom light formed above her palm. In the clear magic projection, we could see a network of criss-cross, like blood vessels. The road structure emerges, and at the same time a part of the light flow in it appears brighter, as if it is being specially marked.

These optical flows obviously extend farther than other optical flows and produce more branches. Their ends cross vertically and horizontally, faintly, as if they are gathered into a spherical shape.

"Yes, we are a little closer to success," Lena smiled and said softly, "This has continued for generations and generations of meaningless reincarnation... finally it's a little bit meaningful."

...

When the train entered the station, the loud whistle sound spread throughout the entire stronghold, and spread far and wide on the open plain terrain. The great architect Bruce Rock climbed up a tower near the southern city wall, this man of dwarf blood The outstanding craftsman of Xian raised his eyes and looked at it. It took a moment before he nodded slightly: "We have a firm foothold here. It's great."

On both sides of the high tower, you can see a strong city wall made of reinforced concrete extending towards the east and west sides. The outer layer of the high wall is covered with reinforced steel armor, and the shield generator is embedded in the wall. A translucent energy barrier was set up to further block the dangerous wandering objects on this plain. On the top of the high wall, you can see the fixed fortress cannons and the mobile tracks built along the wall, which can be seen at any time. The transferred movable turrets are on standby on those tracks.

Inside the high walls, there are neat barracks, warehouses and the "front command" in the center.

A straight charging track extends from the direction of the Black Forest in the north. There are neatly arranged relay piles on both sides of the track. The sky above the track is covered with a translucent shield barrier, which is like an artery made of metal, connecting From the rear and the outpost, the base at the foot of the magnificent wall is closely connected with the mainland of the empire on the other side of the dark mountain range.

The heavy and solemn armored train "Iron Throne-General Winter" has completed its "test run" and is now steadily parked next to the armed platform on the east side of the base. This brand-new war machine is spewing out heat and steam. The power runes everywhere are gradually returning to dimness. A total of four large magic crystal railguns and four large rainbow light generators at the head and tail are being inspected by technical sergeants, and they look majestic.

Bruce Rock stared at the magnificent armored train for a long time, with admiration and appreciation in his eyes. Although he is not a "war technician" who can make armored trains, he believes that no sane craftsman can. Reject the powerful charm of such a "destructive artwork",

He is very honest about the body of this war machine, every repulsive mechanism, every main gun, and every piece of cold and hard armor attached to it.

But in the end, the great architect forced himself to retract his gaze and repositioned his gaze in the direction of the magnificent wall.

Looking at it here, the energy barrier built by the Silver Empire and humans 700 years ago is no longer a distant landscape.

It stands just less than a kilometer south of this frontline base. Considering its huge size, it is almost as close to Bruce’s eyes. The thick and amazing energy barrier is like a never-ending curtain of flowing water. Like floating and flowing slowly in front of the eyes of the great architect, on the other side of the curtain is a scene of desolate and corrupted wasteland.

The towering sentry tower stands at the southeast position of the base. At this moment, the angle of sunlight is just right. The shadow of the tower stretches out and covers the base. As long as anyone in the base looks up, they can see that magnificent ancient building. The tower stood in the field of vision, and the giant "stone" floating in the air was shining brightly in the sky.

While the great architect Bruce Panshi was looking at the direction of the Gondor wasteland and planning the next plan to set up a propulsion base inside the high wall, another great architect Gordon stationed here came to the armed platform. Welcoming the first regiment of the Empire that arrived with the armored train.

On the platform, Gordon saw the Legion’s commanders with blond hair and a much more calm and introverted temperament than in previous years. Marshal Philip, the young man with bronze skin beside the Marshal was his adjutant Payne, and another A young man with short silver hair and a humble appearance stood behind Philip and Payne.