Chapter 1174： "Schizophrenia"?

In this world, is there anything that can make gods like Amone and Milmina feel terrified?

is not the war of the church, the wave of rebellion, or even the fall of oneself, but the birth of God.

The birth of each **** means that the relationship between mankind and the gods is further locked, and the more this locked relationship, it means that this season's human civilization will be more biased on the road of "humanity" and "divineness" The latter step is one step. When this tendency develops to a certain extent, even gods like them who have left the position of the gods may be drawn back to the ranks of the gods by mortals who have fallen into religious fanaticism at any time. This is a huge effort. For Amone and Milmina, who had finally gained limited freedom at the price...it was undoubtedly a terrible thing.

There was a moment of silence in the rebellious courtyard. Neither Gawain nor Milmina spoke. The dim light on Ammon, who was silent next to him, rose and shrank steadily, which seemed to show that the **** of nature was not peaceful. After a while, Gao Wen said again: "We may have guessed too far."

"Indeed, everything is speculation now. Without evidence, all this is just an extension of the conspiracy theory," Milmina sighed softly. "It's just based on what the Violet Kingdom has done for six hundred years and the gods. Judging from the logic behind the operation, these black boxes do have hidden dangers of creating'artificial miracles'..."

"But in fact magic is not miraculous, is it?" Amone's voice came from the side, "These black boxes have spread for six hundred years. Magic is still magic, and magicians are still the least believers in the world. A steadfast crowd, ordinary people are in awe of magic and spellcasters, but it is always the awe of mortals. No one really treats magic as a miracle, even the unseen villager. I also know that those lightning and fireballs are artificial."

"So this is where our speculations are untenable," Gawain nodded. "The'black box' is just one of the possible factors for ordinary people to regard magic as a miracle, but it is neither necessary nor sufficient. Come to think that the Violet Kingdom’s attempt to'create a god' is indeed too arbitrary, and the other fact is also very puzzling... that is their'isolation' attitude towards the existing belief in the goddess of magic."

"There is one thing, indeed," Amone agreed. "They tried their best to exclude the belief in the goddess of magic from the kingdom, but they exported a black box magic system that might be regarded as a miracle. If they were to build their faith in the magic field, this behavior would be too contradictory...Of course, there is also a possibility that they feel that the goddess of magic is unreliable, so they decide to make a reliable one by themselves..."

Before Amorn’s words fell, Milmina had already stared at him: “Discuss issues when discussing issues, don’t rise to a godlike attack...”

"I'm making an inference based on the existing conditions-why don't you think of a more reasonable explanation?" Amone said with a blank expression (he has always been expressionless), "Do you really think you are qualified as a god?" "

"Okay, okay, the crux of the problem is not here," Gavin saw that the situation was wrong, and quickly interrupted the two gods' move to talk about the topic more and more, "Let's pay more attention to the Violet Kingdom, now this country gives me The anxiety is getting stronger..."

"We can't discuss any results here," Milmina said in a serious tone, looking down at Gawain, "The land is dark to me, and what I know is probably no better. If you want to understand what those mysterious'violet mage' are doing, you still have to find a way to penetrate them."

"We are already trying this, but with little success," Gawain shook his head regretfully. "Of course, we will continue to work hard, and at the same time, we will continue to try to establish direct contact with Violet's upper level on official channels. The way of dialogue... They have yet to respond to the invitation from the alliance, but at least in the high-level private letter with Cecil or Typhon, the'Prince of the Secret Law' is not a'hermit' who... completely refuses to communicate."

He thought about it in his heart, and replaced the term "not talking" with a more peaceful "refusal to communicate".

At this moment, Amone on the side suddenly spoke: "Actually, I was suddenly a little curious...Is there no belief in the goddess of magic or the **** of nature in the Violet Kingdom, or... there is no belief in other gods?"

Gawain was stunned. This was a direction he had never thought of before. At this moment, when Amoen reminded him, he suddenly realized that...there seemed to be a reputation behind it.

"If only the belief in the goddess of magic is rejected in Violet, then things can still be guessed from the direction of the previous conspiracy-they may want to usurp the gods, just like the "artificial gods" of the dying society. It is for the position occupied by Milmina, and if they reject all gods internally, this matter will become more subtle," Amone said slowly, "A country where there is no faith in the whole people is promoting The black box technique that can easily lead to "miracle", this kind of behavior is somewhat...schizophrenic."

"Schizophrenia..." Gawain's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble, and Amone's words were quite surprising, but soon he felt that this description was very appropriate, accurately describing the feeling that the Violet Kingdom had always faintly given him. -Indeed schizophrenia.

"I will continue to investigate this matter." Finally, Gao Wen breathed a long sigh. This time he didn't get the clues he wanted from Milmina, but he had unexpected gains, new ones emerged. Intelligence needs to go back and think about it. As for now, it is time to leave, "If you two have any new ideas or discoveries, you can contact me as soon as possible."

Milmina lowered her head, her eyes hidden in the mysterious mist seemed to show a smile: "Of course, I'm very happy."

Gawain nodded, but before turning and leaving, his eyes suddenly fell on Ammon: "By the way, there is one more thing."

Amorn’s voice immediately came: "It seems to be related to me?"

"Bersetia has sent a message. She has already contacted the ancient druid priests who are still'adhering to the tradition'. These priests may soon start from the Silver Empire. She hopes you... can do Get ready."

Julu Amon fell silent. He did not speak for the next half a minute. Gawain did not urge, but just stood by and waited silently until the former **** of nature finally broke the silence: "Reply to that little The queen... let them come. I have prepared here for three thousand years, and now there is nothing to prepare."

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At the southernmost point of the Loren continent, the vast and endless jungle has blocked the homeland where the elves have lived for generations. The prosperous tropical plants cover the main island of the Silver Empire and the vast land beside the return coast. This lush forest is connected to each other. The border land of the Ogure tribal state and the Typhon Empire, extending to the north of the Gaoling Kingdom, and to the south, it spreads to the southern coast of the main island.

The extremely high coverage of the jungle makes most of the territory of the Silver Empire look like it is in a primitive state to be developed, so that residents of many surrounding countries will have such a wrong impression of the territory of the elves, thinking that the elven empire is a traditional and A country that is outdated, has maintained a low development state for thousands of years, and sits on advanced ancestral technologies but is unwilling to actively change the living environment-where the information dissemination is backward, the wrong impression of the elven empire by aliens will be. So, because in the rural pubs and streets, the processed poems of the bards still occupy a dominant position, and in the stories of the bards, "primitive, natural, and graceful spirits who advocate peace" is obviously far more advanced than "advanced". , Discipline, and the fighting nation of the whole people who advocate martial arts" should be much cordial and friendly.

However, the actual silver empire is not as gentle and harmless as described in the story. In the depths of the primitive jungle, hidden is an advanced and powerful ancient empire. It is the silver elves who struggled after the "great split" in the ancient times. The countless ancestral heritages that have been settled down on this land after all the hard work.

Deep in the vast jungle, there are tens of thousands of years of history of extraction plants and gas transmission stations. Under the solid ground are countless production facilities and energy distribution nodes. The towering ancient trees hide the fortresses that can directly communicate with the sky. Transceiving terminals for real-time communication, between each river and the source of magic, there are sensors and interference devices with a long history.

These condensed heavy historical things have spanned thousands of years and together maintained the operation of a huge empire, and the elves only cleverly hid everything in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown out of their own aesthetics and nature. Between the valleys and dense forests, there are only three places in the entire Silver Empire that stand out from the primitive jungle, displaying their advanced existence in a high-profile manner——

The first is undoubtedly the "Stars Temple", a fortress floating in the sky that never falls. It is also the control node of the Sentinel Tower system; the second is the prosperous capital standing in the heart of the empire, the true residence of the Silver Queen. The Royal Court is located in the center of this royal city; the third is the grand bridge that connects the main island of the empire and the mainland of Loren, known as the "Bridge of Returnees", one of the "Ancient Miracles".

On the north side of the silver empire’s main island, on a quiet high mountain near the return coast, the pale golden sunset is shining the last light of today. In the darkening sky, a huge old tree standing on the top of the mountain is blowing in the wind. There was a rustling noise.

At the foot of the giant tree, an oak hut was built next to the tree. The outside of the hut is surrounded by quiet flower fields and wooden fences that seem to grow and form directly from the ground. A breath of primitive nature fills this quiet and secluded place. An elderly elf with a rickety back was walking out of the house, to the edge of the mountain, and staring into the distance.

Silver elves have a long lifespan, and for most of their lives, their appearance has been maintained between youth and middle age. Although the elves themselves can accurately determine the approximate age of a compatriot from the appearance, at least In the eyes of foreigners, more than 90% of silver elves are "young and beautiful"-they can show the obvious oldness in the eyes of foreigners. This can only show that a silver elves have been flexible for too long years. , Has experienced a long history far beyond human imagination.

In midsummer, this country near the equator is shrouded in the scorching heat. Even though dusk is approaching, the heat in the air has not dissipated at all, but the wind at the top of the mountain is somewhat cooler. When a wind slightly mixed with the fragrance of the earth blows towards you Then, the old elf, who was hunched over and whose original golden hair had turned pale, smiled slightly and squinted to look north.

At the edge of the forest and at the end of the main island, the giant miracle "Homecoming Bridge" made of ancient alloys and enchanted boulders is bathing in the sunset. This giant bridge connecting the mainland of Loren has a wide surface. With a certain texture between metal and rock, the wide and unusual bridge surface is full of brilliance, and the magic "coach" used to transport materials and the mechanical magic puppet responsible for maintaining the bridge diversion facilities shuttle back and forth on the bridge. Busy like a school of fish in the river.

That is the most important lifeline of the Silver Empire, the main artery that connects the main island of the empire with the mainland of Loren. The ancestors of the ancient times created it with a technology that is now unreproducible and named it the "Homecomer" ——The elves of later generations are not sure why their ancestors chose such a name in the first place, but everyone still gives the bridge a meaning that fits its name in this era: the elves who go out for experience must leave the main island Passing that bridge, you must pass that bridge when you return. The huge bridge connecting Loren is like a sustenance for the elves traveling abroad, a sustenance for returning home.

The old elf narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sunset glow reflected from the Bridge of the Homecomers gradually blurred his vision.

Soon after, when I cross that bridge... Will there be a day of returning home?

A footstep suddenly came from behind, and the elderly elf did not look back. He had already determined the identity of the visitor from the familiar breath: "Karl, have you sent your Majesty to the foot of the mountain?"

"Yes, mentor," the young druid apprentice replied respectfully, standing behind the old man, "I sent the Queen of Silver to the foot of the mountain and watched her join the soldiers and servants waiting at the foot of the mountain before returning. "

The elderly elf nodded, turning around slowly, and said in a low voice: "That's good...but you still have to pay attention. You should call her ‘Your Majesty’ instead of calling her title."

The young druid apprentice called Carl looked a little hesitant on his face, but finally nodded: "I understand, mentor."

The elderly elf showed satisfaction on his face. He smiled and slowly said, "Come and see the scenery with me, Carl."

The apprentice’s expression became entangled again, but instead of defying the instructor’s wishes, he stepped forward to the elderly elf. It was not until he endured for half a minute before he finally said: "Tutor, you really want to promise Bai Yin... Invitation, go to that far northern empire?"

"Carl, this matter has been set," the old elf smiled gently and shook his head. "Why is it necessary to discuss it now?"

Seeing the indifferent attitude of the instructor, the apprentice finally stopped suppressing his emotions forcibly, and his voice rose up: "But don't you think this invitation is a trap? What if there is..."

"Carl," the old elf smiled gently, and interrupted the apprentice's excited speech in a very soft voice, "I don't think that is a trap--but I know one thing, whether it is a trap or not, this After I go, I will probably never come back."