Chapter 1210： relief

Seeing all this at a very close distance, what I felt was an unspeakable shock, as if a creeping hill was slowly rising up, and like the earth swelling in front of my eyes-whether it was Gawain or Bersetia, At this moment, their eyes widened from consternation and even forgot to speak. They stepped back subconsciously, trying to be able to see more clearly. However, the giant deer just raised his head, and his upper body was already at the height of the upper body. Looking up, it is difficult to see the degree of the back.

And when the giant deer got up, those ancient alloy remains that penetrated through its body and were nailed to the ground also made a sour and creaking sound, which originally had a supreme suppression of the power of the gods. Metals and crystals lose their particularity at this moment, and the residual energy inside them seems to be neutralized and offset by some invisible force. As the brilliance of their surface wanders rapidly dimming, they begin to break and fall off one after another. A little bit of breaking free or squeezed out from Armon’s wound, the sound of flesh and blood squirming and metal friction continued to come, and the fine particles of light continued to fall from the air——

No one can imagine the pain this will bring. Amorn kept awe-inspiring silence during the whole process until he stood up completely, until the huge metal wrecks fell like boulders on the mountain. He stood with his head up in the dark rebellious courtyard, and finally a deep sigh sounded, mixed with countless inexplicable emotions in the sigh.

That is a sigh of human nature.

His wounds finally began to heal, and healed quickly in front of Gawain and Bersetia at an unprecedented speed, and it was only then that Gawain did not recover from this shocking scene. If he has After thinking, it seemed that he had figured out something, and then he nodded slightly: "Congratulations, I am finally free."

"Yes, liberated..." Amone lowered his head, his voice low and sweet, but he didn't know who he meant by "liberation", and at this moment, a storm engulfing arcane flashes suddenly moved away. Rushed from the depths of the darkness and chaos, and condensed the figure of the goddess of magic, Milmina, next to Ammon. This clock-tower-like lady looked up at the **** of nature who was much taller than her, quietly After watching for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared: "Oh, a medical miracle."

"Your jokes, as always, make it hard for me to laugh." Amone muttered, his body quickly contracted in the light, as if he had stronger self-control after breaking free from the last bondage. The body that had become too large during the long years of growth began to shrink quickly, first from a hill to the size of a castle, and then from a castle to a hall, and finally his body stopped at this size— —For mortals, it's still huge enough to look up, but at least it's no longer as exaggerated as before, and Milmina doesn't have to look up at him anymore.

After all this was done, Amone let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Milmina: "You tell me the truth-have you found out that I can break free of these things? I suddenly remember now, You have looked weird a few times..."

"So what?" Milmina smiled lightly, her eyes shrouded in the mist narrowed slightly, "I don't count this thing, it doesn't count if you say it... even if you already have it. You won’t be able to get rid of the “conditions” of these shackles—you should understand that it’s not just these things here, or even your own “divine issues” that bind you. In the final analysis, you are too It's like a god."

Amone stood quietly on the broken ground, and did not speak for a long time. Gawain and Bersetia did not speak, and together they left this silence to the one who finally passed away completely. The old gods who broke free from the bondage, it took an unknown long time before they heard a sigh coming from above, followed by a sigh: "In fact, I should have known it a long time ago."

Gao Wen didn't speak again until this time: "What are your plans for the future?"

Amone was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking, and then he smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Arrangement? What else can I have — although I have broken free of these constraints, it is best for me not to show my face in this world. , After all, Belcetia may take a long time to completely deal with the mess of the esotericism. Next... I'll stay in this place, which can avoid causing trouble for many people."

"Indeed," Gawain nodded slightly, "Although your last'anchor' has been lifted, a problem left over from history cannot be resolved as quickly as the divinity dissipates, and the technical department has to evaluate your The situation also takes a certain amount of time-for a while, you will still have to be wronged to stay here. But you can rest assured that this period of time should not be very long, at least compared with your past three thousand years, it will be very short."

"This is not a grievance," Amone said calmly, while shaking his body lightly. "Compared with the past three thousand years, I am in a much better state now."

Gawain and Bersetia looked at each other. They nodded at the same time. Gawain then said to Ammon: "Then we won’t be bothering here — take a good rest. The work of the Theocracy will also be done this week. You can pause."

Amone didn't make a sound, but just nodded gently, and Milmina waved her hand, as if to drive Gawain and the others to leave.

Gawain and the Silver Queen left, and the huge rebellious courtyard became quiet again. Amidst the endless darkness and chaos, Amone, who had shrunk a lot, stood among the piles of wreckage, while Milmina next to him looked motionless. "The God of Nature" finally couldn't help but mutter: "You plan to stand still like this? Then you are no different from before-at best, you change your posture, don't you just stay where you are? ?"

"I don't know what to do," the former **** of nature was silent for a moment, and whispered, "I never thought that I would be freed in this form, and I never thought that this day would come so early... Ermina, can you give me a suggestion?"

"Give you a suggestion? I now want to sit down and watch the dramas I haven't watched before, or go to the neural network to find Ms. Enya to play chess-but in view of the medical miracle that happened to you, I think I should give Some healthier suggestions for you," Milmina spread her hands, "Would you like to walk with me? I can take you to the depths of the shadow world. You should be curious about the scenery of the border for a long time. Right?"

"I... I don't know if it's a good idea to leave here," Amone hesitated. "I've been a long time..."

"Since I haven't left here for a long time, I should get up and walk more." Milmina stretched out her hand without hesitation and grabbed the holy antlers on Amone's head. "Come on, don't let The children’s last thoughts were in vain—remember their last words? They are with you, just take them away, if that makes you feel better..."

"So you actually eavesdropped somewhere just now?"

"...I just have a sharper perception, you know, things in the magic field... Hey, let's not talk about it, it feels weird to hold your horn, should I find a rope..."

"Shut up, and let go."

"Fine, you have the final say today..."

...

In the dark mountain military zone, in front of the gate of the rebellious fortress, Bersetia once again breathed the fresh air from the outside world. She raised her head and looked up at the low-down night sky. The brilliance of the sky full of stars shone from the night, and it was cold and far away.

Are there distant souls among the stars to protect the sentient beings who remain in the world?

The ancient sages used to tell the world this way, but at this moment Bersetia knew that the starlight was just the starlight, and the souls that went away were gone after all-there is no eternal heaven, all things will eventually come to an end, even God No exception.

In the past, all things will die, perhaps after seeing through this point, they took this cold fact as their own name, perhaps to alert the world, or perhaps just to keep them in mind.

She looked back and saw Gawain standing next to her. This figure was as tall as the one in her memory. Although he was not completely the human pioneering hero in her memory, from a certain angle... now The soul in this body has many similarities with the pioneer seven hundred years ago, and many of his own questions...can always be answered in the mouth of this "outer-territorial wanderer".

"In fact, I still don't understand why Master Azmore and several other sages went to death so calmly," the silver queen suddenly said in a low voice, "Although I said, they can't return to the mortal world. , But they can choose to stay in the shadow world, choose to stay with their gods, this should be a supreme honor and blessing for devout believers like them..."

"What they miss is not just Armon," Gawain shook his head lightly. "They miss the age of the **** of nature-the age of bathing in the grace of God, the age of firm belief, and all things return to the right way. Even if they knew that the era was gone, they persisted for thirty centuries, and now, that era really ended in their hearts.

"From the very beginning, those priests did not have the idea of ​​seeking vitality. They just wanted to explain to themselves for their three thousand years of persistence. They were looking for a destination. They should have gone a long time ago, but they were delayed because of hesitation and fear. The destination that never set off-in the eyes of Azmore and other priests, they are not going to die, they just finally stopped."

Bersetia looked at Gawain with a certain amount of surprise, her tone of voice was a little surprised: "You have never been in contact with Azmore and a few sages, but you seem to see everything very thoroughly?"

Gao Wen calmly responded to the empress's gaze, and smiled indifferently: "Probably because I watched too much."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, with a look of emotion on his face: "Frankly speaking, if it weren't for Azmore and the sages' choice, Amorn wouldn't be able to break free from those constraints... In fact, from I noticed a long time ago that the legacy of the sailors has a powerful suppressive effect on the power of the'divine', but for individuals who do not possess the divine nature, they are at best extremely strong and advanced materials. The divinity is fading every day, and since the large-scale "de-sanctification" projects under my leadership, his divinity is fading faster and faster, but so long has passed...the legacy of those who set sail on him How could his seal and **** remain undiminished at all?

"The only explanation is that Amone himself has restrained himself in place...As an individual born from the'Tide of Thought', his own mind has had an overly powerful influence on him."

"Will God still be bound by his own'thoughts'... This kind of restraint is even substantial?" Belsetia had an incredible look on her face, "Then if a **** thinks he is not bound in any way, Would not it be……"

"Unfortunately, we can't verify this, and judging from the available information, this kind of good thing shouldn't happen," Gawain shook his head regretfully. "This world almost never appears too much to make us think. The situation happened."

"...This is also true."

The two imperial rulers smiled at each other and ridiculed this not-so-friendly but gestating world. At this moment, a familiar breath suddenly condensed in the nearby air, interrupting Gawain and Bell. The conversation between Setia.

Gao Wen looked in the direction of the breath and saw Amber's tiny figure jumping out of the crack in the shadow world. He couldn't help laughing and teasing: "It's really rare--you still work overtime at night?"

"Do you think I want to?" As soon as Kohaku stood firmly on the ground, she immediately thrust her waist in and grumbled vigorously, "Who told you to run to this place at night?"

"Okay, I know you are a night owl, and you will run around when you are fine at night," Gawain waved his hand and asked casually, "What happened, do you want to go there personally?"

Amber curled his lips: "In fact, I sent you a letter along the way. There was a message from the inside line just now—"

Halfway through, she glanced at the Queen of Silver several times, and Gawain nodded slightly to Bersetia, and walked towards Amber - Bersetia also took the initiative to walk aside and bring herself. The Elf Guards stood together.

"There is news from the North," Amber whispered next to Gawain, "Grand Archon Victoria wants to go to Tarrond herself-she asks for your opinion."

"Victoria? Go to Tarrond in person? Is this her decision?" Gawain suddenly looked surprised, and felt that it didn't sound like the plan that the always calm and indifferent "Grand Duke of Ice and Snow" would propose. However, soon, the astonishment on his face faded, replaced by a brief thought, and after the thought, he nodded slowly, "It's reasonable..."

"This is your answer?" Amber blinked. "No need to be more specific?"

"Be more specific?" Gao Wen looked at the half-elf, "Then I support it-of course, provided that she arranges official duties and provides a complete and reliable plan with a plan."

"Okay, then I'll go back and reply!" Amber waved her hand immediately. Before the voice fell, her figure had disappeared before Gao Wen's eyes.

At this time, Bersetia quietly returned to Gawain. The silver queen looked at the direction where Amber had just disappeared, and it took a long time to say unexpectedly: "The relationship between you and the'intelligence minister' is better than I imagined. You have to get close... You don’t get along like superiors and subordinates, or ordinary monarchs and ministers, but more like... close friends."

"Is there?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and replied casually, but he couldn't help but a word came out in his heart:

How to put it, after all, it is the relationship between the suspect and the stolen property, right...

(End of this chapter)