By the time Ammon reacted, he had been standing for a long time in front of the rapidly refreshing and ever-changing interface that filled the field of vision—and in the process, the myriad of information was still flowing, and the deserving events from all regions were sliding before his eyes under the effect of the auto-refresh mechanism, until he realized that these rapidly refreshed things could actually stop at the slightest thought of his own, or scroll through their history at will.

For some time afterward, he immersed himself in the novelty of reading the news and viewing various public discussion boards.

A new rune factory is being built in Pompeii, north of the Rock Fortress, the healed regrouped families in the Thorin region have welcomed their first baby of the summer, the Healthy Baby, the direct railway to the Principality of the Holy Dragon has begun, the mountains in the north are filled with magnificent snow, and the summer afternoons in the south are already rippling with wheat waves.

On a "page" directly under the Imperial Government Office, Amone saw a map that was being updated in real time, which was the entire territory of the Cecil Empire, showing the weather changes in this vast land from moment to moment, wind, frost, rain and snow, cold and warm, the color gamut and icons representing temperature and weather changes were undulating and changing on the screen like life, and in the corner of the picture, he also saw a line of text:

The data is exported by the real-time calculation of the servo brain, and the demonstration is for reference only.

Amön didn't know what a "servo brain" was, but in the ever-changing pattern, he felt an indescribable ...... He thought for a long time before realizing that this vitality came from every individual connected by this network, and even from the entire mortal civilization today - in the years he remembered, the mortal civilization had never grown so vigorously, beating violently like a powerful heart.

"Okay...... That's nice......"

The former god of nature couldn't help but exclaim, a smile appeared on his face, and it was fair to say that what he saw at the moment was actually nothing to a former god: while he could still hear the prayers of the believers, countless elves and a small number of human believers converged their minds and beliefs to the gods, and by reading this information, Amone could grasp the changes in the entire Silver Empire and even a part of the human kingdom at any time, especially when it came to changes in the natural realm, and he could "see" at that time Although the things are presented in different forms, the content is not much different from the information flowing through the neural network.

But this is precisely the most touching and even shocking point of the whole thing-he was able to do this, it was because of the authority of God, but today mortals have done similar things, relying on the wisdom of mortals themselves, and who can use this "power" that once belonged to the gods?

Anyone can – as long as you can afford to use the immersion pod equipment, and in today's Cecil, the cost of using such new equipment is falling at an alarming rate every day, and even in some areas, the government department will allocate a lot of money to subsidize the population, so that these "infrastructure" can be spread to the whole society as quickly as possible.

With these complex thoughts spinning in his mind, Amone's attention continued to wander through the constantly refreshing messages, and the feeling of connecting to the neural network was very different from the feeling of watching the magic web, and this wonderful sense of immersion and immediacy kept him entertained, and at that moment, a new message suddenly appeared that caught his attention:

"The Coalition fleet bound for Tarlund has set sail from the Empire's North Harbor today, and His Excellency Lord Lord Byron Kirk is personally leading the powerful magical flagship 'Winter' on a convoy mission - the fleet will carry the first aid and support team to the Dragon Nation, and His Majesty Gawain Cecil, the Imperial Head of Empire, and the Loren Nations, who are providing assistance this time, send their blessings to Tallund, and may the flag of the Alliance always shine on our allies......"

In the expanded entry below this message, a large amount of relevant information came into Amone's sight, and in those contents that were apparently written by official experts and scholars of the Empire, about half of the pages were devoted to the basic knowledge of Talrond to the public, introducing the "dragons", a race that was once thought to be a legend but actually existed, and the rest of the pages were half on the composition of the alliance nations, and half on the common sense concepts of magical mechanical ships and far-sea navigation.

Clearly, the main thrust of these entries is to "sweep away ignorance", and scholars have done their best to popularize the basics of the world in plain language, which would have undoubtedly been the exclusive preserve of "members of the upper classes" in the old days.

But what caught Amone's attention more was Tarlund himself—he gazed for a long time at the picture that accompanied the news, apparently taken at the distant North Harbor docks, showing an imposing steel ship slowly departing under the crowd, and farther away the entire fleet already on the surface of the sea, and behind the fleet, the sea shone in clear light, and the sea that had once been obscured by the cloud wall of the eternal storm was now open and vast.

As the former presiding god of the elves, Armon did not know what was happening in Tarlund, but as a god, he had long sensed the presence of the dragon god from the ripples of the "deep sea" at the bottom of the world, the huge, ancient, chaotic and twisted existence that stood like a dazzling beacon in the dark depths of the sea. He was trapped in Tallund, but the "ripples" He unleashed covered the whole world and were perceived by the gods of the whole world.

The gods could not communicate directly with each other, but through the resonance of the depths of the deep sea, the gods were enough to confirm each other's existence, and in all of Ammon's memories, since the day of his birth, the dragon god's glorious glow had been as eternal as the natural order of this world, and could not be ignored.

Now, the oldest flame has finally been extinguished.

Amon couldn't help but sigh a little, although he had already known what had happened to Talrond when he watched the live broadcast of the alliance meeting before, and knew the fact that the oldest god had fallen, but he hadn't thought about it that much at that time, until this moment, he saw that the fleet to aid the dragon kingdom had set sail, and it seemed that he suddenly felt 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 paused for a long time before he finally remembered something, and unfamiliarly opened the comment section under the news, and a dazzling number of comments came into his field of vision—despite the early days of neural network development, the number of comments under the news was surprisingly high, indicating that the fleet heading north had attracted the attention of countless people in the empire. Ammon's eyes swept over the messages, and he saw that most of them were wishing the fleet a safe day, or wishing Talrond a speedy way out of trouble, while the rest were asking about the dragon and the northern continent.

Almost no one paid attention to the fallen gods on that continent - to the mortals of Loren, the gods of the foreign race probably didn't deserve their attention, or they didn't know about the existence of the dragon god at all.

Amone hesitated for a moment, wondering if what he was going to do next was a "taboo", but Mirmina's words before leaving came to his mind, and considering that everything he did should be monitored, he calmed down and groped for a sentence at the bottom of the message:

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

Watching the words he thought in his heart turn into words on the interface, Amone couldn't help but muttered a little while feeling novel, but he didn't mention the name of the dragon god in the message, nor did he have any religious guidance hints, like that...... It shouldn't alarm the network administrator who is "very difficult" in Milmina's mouth, right?

He thought about it for a moment, and after a few seconds, he found that there was not a white spider with eight legs or an old man with a lantern running out to trouble him, so he finally settled down, and shook his head with a slightly self-deprecating smile, and prepared to exit the pile of interfaces in front of him and go to the rest of the 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 head, stopping him from leaving: "A user replied to your message just now, did you check it?" ”

Amon was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously chose to view the content, and then a new interface appeared in his "field of vision", which displayed a guestbook-like dialogue format, and a neural network user named "Tea Egg" sent him a message, the content of which was so short that it was only one word: "Thank you." ”

Amon looked at this inexplicable message in surprise, he didn't know what his emotion was worth thanking, so he casually asked 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 stiff combination of phrases, some kind of food? Or is it some sort of way of processing food?

The former god of nature was puzzled, but he at least realized that there were indeed many people in this incredible neural network who had strange names, if even such a strange name as "tea eggs" could be taken seriously...... That "high-speed stag" doesn't seem unacceptable either?

Amone loosened his brow slightly, but found that the "tea egg" who sent the message did not send new content, and his questions were like a stone in the sea, and he did not get a response.

I guess I'm gone...... After all, not everyone has nothing to do and can spend all day in the yard like themselves or Mirmina, and the other users in the neural network are busy in the real world.

Feeling like he had found an answer, Amon turned off the communication in front of him with some regret, and when all the interfaces were gone, the square with the tall oak trees reappeared in his field of vision.

Mirmina had not returned, and probably did not intend to return, and the maiden named Patty had already left the bench by the bush, and Amun shook his head at this, turned away from the tall pillar, and walked slowly in a random direction.

This huge city needs to be explored with care, and he doesn't plan to teleport around like Mirmina does, which is disrespectful to the mortals who created the city - mainly because Mirmina didn't teach him how to use the teleportation function in the Dream City when she left......

……

In the depths of Cecil's Palace, in the brightly lit hatchery room, a set of special magic net equipment is running smoothly, it mainly includes an indoor magic net terminal, and a hemispherical device connected to the terminal with a diameter of less than one meter, at this moment, the words "neural network connection" are projected above the magic net terminal, and the runes on the surface of the hemispherical device pulsate slowly like breathing, in the depths of the two devices, the buzzing sound of the rune substrate and 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 quietly, with runes slowly swimming on the surface of the dragon egg, faintly resonating with the nerve connector next to it.

This resonance lasted for an unknown amount of time, and the continuous humming sound finally quieted down, and the runes on the surface of the golden dome were disconnected from the nerve connector, and Betty, who was napping and resting on the side, also happened to wake up, and the maid lady rubbed her eyes a little confused: "Ah, Ms. Enya! Are you awake? ”

"I haven't slept again," Enya's voice came from the Golden Dome, "I'm just browsing the neural network...... It's really interesting stuff. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the hatchery room was pushed open from the outside, and Gao Wen stepped in, and said casually: "To get your 'interesting' evaluation is a very high compliment for a neural network that is not mature enough, and those node masters and magic technicians who stay up late and work overtime all day should be happy." ”

Betty immediately stepped forward, saluted Gawain with a happy smile, and then lowered her head: "Ah, you asked me to come and see how Ms. Enya is doing, I accidentally fell asleep......"

Gawain casually pressed Betty's hair and told the girl to go back to rest, and Enya said with a smile: "You just came back from Solimburg?" ”

"I'll be back for a while." Gawain said casually as he came to Enya.

"Where's the little elven queen?" Enya was a little curious, "Coming back with you?" Or is she going straight back to her elven realm? ”

"She's going back to make some important arrangements, but she'll be back soon." Gawain said.

"Really...... It's not close to the Silver Empire from here, and as the ruler of an empire, it seems that what she has to do is indeed important to cross the continent twice in such a short period of time. ”

"Yes, she's going to pull down the final curtain for the mythical age of the elves......" Gawain said, suddenly curious, "Why did you suddenly want to follow her?" Are you interested in elves? ”

"No, I just see a little shadow of Heragere in her, albeit only a little," Enya said softly, "they are all facing the end of the Age of Mythology, but they have different destinies...... I hope they all succeed. ”