Chapter 1137： The unexpected communication between God and God

When Amoen reacted, he had stopped and stood for a long time in front of the fast refreshing and changing interface full of vision. In the process, the countless information is still flowing continuously, coming from all regions. Important events that are worthy of attention are constantly sliding in front of his eyes under the effect of the automatic refresh mechanism, until he realizes that these fast refreshing things can actually stop with a single thought of his own, or scroll through their historical records at will.

In the following period of time, he was immersed in the novelty of browsing news and viewing various public discussion boards.

Pompeii, located in the north of the Rock Fortress, is building a new rune factory. The rehabilitated families of the Thorin area ushered in the first healthy baby this summer. The direct railway to the Duchy of Sacred Dragon has started construction. There are magnificent snow scenes from the high mountains of the country, and there are undulating wheat waves in the southern summer afternoon.

On a "page" directly under the Imperial Government Office, Amone saw a map that was being updated in real time. It was the entire territory of the Cecil Empire, showing the weather changes every moment on this vast land. , Wind, frost, rain, snow, cold and warm, the color gamut and icons representing changes in temperature and weather are undulating on the screen as if there is life, and in a corner of the screen, he also saw a line of text:

The data is calculated and exported by the servo brain in real time. During the technical trial stage, the demonstration is for reference only.

Amone didn't know what the "servo brain" was, but in the constantly changing pattern, he actually felt an indescribable...life force, which is the "life force" that overrides the individual and transcends the moment. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that this vitality comes from every individual connected to this network, even from the entire mortal civilization today. In the years that he has in his memory, mortal civilization has never been so instantaneous. Growth, beating violently like a strong heart.

"Okay... so good..."

The former God of Nature couldn’t help but exclaimed, with a smile on his face. To be fair, what he saw at the moment was nothing to a former god: when he could still hear the prayers of believers, Countless elves and a small number of human believers converge their minds and beliefs to the gods. By reading this information, Amone can grasp the changes in the entire Silver Empire and even part of the human kingdom at any time, especially those involving the natural realm. Change. At that time, although the expressions of what he could "see" were different, the content was almost the same as the information flowing in the neural network.

But this is exactly the point that touched him the most, and even shocked him in the whole thing. It was because of the authority of God. But today, mortals do almost the same thing, relying on the mortals themselves. Wisdom, and who can use this "power" that once belonged to the gods now?

Anyone can as long as you can afford the immersion cabin equipment. In today’s Cecil, the cost of using such new equipment is dropping at an alarming rate every day, and even in some areas, the Department of Government will allocate special funds. A large amount of funds are used to subsidize the people, so that these "infrastructure" can be spread to the entire society at the fastest speed.

With these complex thoughts turning in his heart, Amone’s attention continues to wander among the constantly refreshing news. The feeling of connecting to a neural network is completely different from the feeling of watching a Monet program. This wonderful sense of immersion and immediacy Let him enjoy this, and at this moment, a new news that appeared suddenly attracted his attention:

"The Alliance fleet heading to Tarrond has set sail from the Northport of the Empire today. His Excellency Marshal Byron Kirk personally led the powerful magical flagship "Bitter Winter" on the **** mission. The fleet will carry the first batch of aid. The materials and support team went to the dragon kingdom. His Majesty Gawain Cecil, the head of the empire, and the Loren nations who provided assistance this time sent their blessings to Tarrond, and may the banner of the alliance shine on our allies forever..."

In the expanded entry below this news, a large amount of relevant information entered Amorn’s sight. Of the content that was apparently written by the official experts and scholars of the Empire, about half of the space was introduced to the public about Talrond. The basic knowledge of "Dragon", a race that was once believed to be a legend, but actually exists. The rest of the space is about the composition of the alliance countries, and half of the common sense about magical mechanical ships and far-sea navigation. concept.

Obviously, the main theme of these items is to "eliminate ignorance." Scholars have tried their best to popularize some basic knowledge about the world in easy-to-understand language. If it is placed in the old days, this level of knowledge is undoubtedly It will be the exclusive privilege of "members of the upper class."

But for Amorn, what attracted his attention was Tarrond himself for a long time. He watched the picture in the news for a long time. It was obviously taken at the remote North Harbor Pier, and there was an imposing ship on the picture. The steel ship is slowly leaving under the aisle of the crowd, and farther away, you can see the entire fleet that is already on the sea. On the sea behind the fleet, the sunny day shines, and it has been affected by the eternal storm. The sea covered by the cloud wall is now wide open.

As the former main **** of the elves, Amone did not understand what happened to Tarrond, but as a god, he perceives the existence of the dragon **** from the ripples that have risen from the "deep sea" at the bottom of the world a long time ago. , That huge, ancient, chaotic and distorted existence stood like a dazzling lighthouse in the dark deep sea. He was trapped in Tarrond, but the "ripples" he released covered the entire world and were also felt by the gods of the entire world.

There is no direct communication between the gods, but through the resonance of the deep sea, the gods are enough to confirm the existence of each other, and in all the memories of Amoen, since the day of his birth, the dragon god’s awe-inspiring glory Like the natural order of this world, it is self-existent and cannot be ignored.

Now, the oldest flame is finally extinguished.

Amone couldn't help feeling a little bit. Even though he had already known what happened to Tarrond and the fact that the oldest deity had fallen while watching the live broadcast of the league meeting, he hadn't thought about it at that time. So many, until now, when he saw that the fleet assisting the dragon kingdom had set sail, he seemed to suddenly feel the changes in this world after the fall of the gods, and then thought of the ups and downs of the Silver Empire in the past three thousand years.

He stopped for a long time before the news, and finally remembered something. Unexpectedly, he opened the comment area under the news with his mind, and a large number of dazzling messages came into his vision. Although the neural network is still in the early stages of development, this news The following messages are still surprisingly large, which shows that the fleet heading north has attracted the attention of countless people in the Empire. Amorn glanced over the messages and found that most of them were wishing for the safety of the fleet, or wishing Talrond out of the predicament as soon as possible, while many others were asking about the dragon and the northern continent. thing.

Almost no one pays attention to the gods that fell on that continent. For the mortals of the Loren continent, the alien gods are probably not worthy of their attention, or they don’t even know the existence of the dragon god.

Amone hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether what he was going to do next was considered a "taboo", but the words of Milmina before leaving came to his mind, considering that everything he did should be someone While monitoring, he settled down instead, fumbled and left a sentence of his own at the bottom of the message:

"Guardian of Tarrond, please go all the way, you have done your best and have done your best."

Seeing the words and sentences he thought in his heart turned into the text on the interface, Amoen could not help but mumble while feeling novel, but he did not mention the name of the dragon **** in the message, nor did he have any religion. Sexual guidance implies, in this case...should it not alarm the network manager who is "very difficult" in the words of Mirmina?

He calculated it in his mind. After a few seconds, he realized that there was no white spider with eight legs or an old man carrying a lantern running out to make trouble for himself. He finally settled down, and shook his head with a slightly self-deprecating smile. , He was about to exit the pile of interfaces in front of him and walk around in other areas of this dream city. He had spent too long in such a square.

But just as he was about to do this, a synthesized voice suddenly sounded in his mind, stopping him from leaving: "A user just replied to your message. Do you want to check it?"

Amone was taken aback, and subconsciously chose to view the content in his mind, so a new interface appeared in his "view", showing the dialogue format like a guestbook, one named "tea egg" A neural network user of sent him a message, the content of the message was as short as one word: "Thank you."

Amorn looked at this inexplicable message in amazement. He didn't know what he was grateful for, so he asked casually in doubt: "Why do you want to say thank you?"

At the same time, his attention also fell on the other party’s peculiar name. What is "tea egg"? It looks like a rigid combination of phrases, some kind of food? Or some way of processing food?

The former **** of nature was perplexed, but he at least realized that in this incredible neural network, there are indeed many people with weird names. If even the weird name "tea egg" can be used as a name. If that...that "high-speed male deer" does not seem unacceptable?

Amorn loosened his eyebrows slightly, but found that the "tea egg" who sent the message did not send any new content, and my doubts fell to pieces, and no response was received.

Probably they have already left...After all, not everyone is as having nothing to do as themselves or Milmina and being able to stay in the yard all day, but other users in the neural network are busy in the real world. Busy.

Amorn felt that he had found the answer, and regretfully turned off the communication content in front of him. When all the interfaces disappeared, the square with tall oak trees appeared in his field of vision again.

Milmina still hasn't come back, and probably doesn't plan to come back, and the girl named Patty has also left the bench next to the bush. Amone shook her head when she saw this, turned and left the tall pillar, looking for it. Go in a direction slowly.

This huge city needs to be explored carefully. He does not intend to teleport around like Milmina. This is disrespect for the mortals who created the city. Of course, the main reason is that Milmina did not teach him when he left. How to use the teleport function in the city of dreams...

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In the depths of the Cecil Palace, in the brightly lit incubator, a set of special magic net equipment is running smoothly. It mainly includes a magic net terminal for indoor use, and a magic net terminal connected to the terminal with a diameter of less than one Mi’s hemispherical device, at this moment, the words "neural network connecting" projected over the magic net terminal, and the runes on the surface of the hemispherical device pulsed slowly like breathing. In the depths of the two devices, the rune substrate The soft buzzing sound from the nerve connector is pleasant to the ear,

Not far from the two devices, on the pedestal in the center of the room, the pale golden dragon egg stood there quietly. Runes on the surface of the dragon egg slowly wandered, faintly producing magic power with the nerve connector next to it. Resonance at the level.

This kind of resonance lasted for a long time, and the constant buzzing light finally calmed down. The rune on the surface of the golden dome was disconnected from the nerve connector, and Betty, who was taking a nap on the side, was also resting. Just when she woke up, the maid rubbed her somewhat confused eyes: "Ah, Ms. Enya! Are you awake?"

"I haven't slept again," Enya's voice came from the Golden Dome, "I'm just browsing the content of the neural network... This is really interesting."

As soon as her voice fell, the door of the incubation room was pushed open from the outside, and Gao Wen stepped in and said casually: "I can get your evaluation of'interesting', which is for the neural network that is not mature enough. It can be considered a very high compliment. Those node bachelors and magic technicians who stay up all night and work overtime should be happy."

Betty immediately came forward, saluted Gao Wen with a happy smile, and then lowered her head: "Ah, you asked me to see Ms. Enya's situation, I accidentally fell asleep..."

Gawain casually pressed Betty’s hair to let the girl go back to rest, Enya said with a smile: "You just came back from Solinburg?"

"I will be back for a while." Gao Wen said casually as he came to Enya.

"Where is the little fairy queen?" Enya was a little curious, "I'm back with you? Or just returned to her fairy kingdom?"

"She went back to make some important arrangements, but will be back soon." Gao Wen said.

"Really... from here to the Silver Empire is not close. As the ruler of an empire, crossing the continent twice in such a short time, it seems that what she has to do is really important."

"Yes, she is going to pull down the last curtain for the mythical age of the elves..." Gao Wen said, suddenly curious, "Why do you suddenly remember to follow her? Are you interested in elves?"

"No, I just saw a little shadow of Herragor from her, although only a little," Enya said softly, "They are all welcoming the end of the age of mythology, but they have different destinies...I hope They can all succeed."