Gawain looked at the "God of Nature" who was as huge as a mountain in front of him, and the latter also looked at him motionlessly, his crystal-like eyes were filled with a quiet surging light, and with Gawain's knowledge, he could not read the emotional changes that belonged to human beings.

They looked at each other like this for a moment, and Gawain confirmed that the other party was not joking, so he pinched his chin and said while thinking: "It's not a complicated request, I can arrange it for you, it's just ......"

Ammon's tone rose, "Just? ”

"You said that your perception of the real world is limited, and you can usually only know some vague changes in the state of affairs," Gawain looked at Amone very seriously, "Then where did you know about such a thing as the Magic Web Terminal?" I don't remember anyone talking to you about this. ”

Amon: "......"

Gawain: "......"

After a few seconds of silence, Gawain withdrew his gaze and looked around, there was only chaos in the empty and silent space of the Shadow Realm, and the blurred shattered earth in the distance and the black mass in the sky filled the entire field of vision—there seemed to be no one here but him and Amon.

He looked back, as if the slightly awkward silence just now hadn't happened, and didn't care where Amone learned about the Magic Net Terminal, he just smiled and said to the giant deer in front of him: "After that, I will arrange for Veronica or Kamel to send you a set of equipment - the supporting network device will also help you debug." ”

"Thank you very much." Amone said lightly.

Gawain nodded, then said a brief goodbye, and turned to leave the dark and empty place.

It wasn't until Gawain's figure completely disappeared into the courtyard of the fortress of disobedience that Ammon withdrew his gaze from afar, his huge crystal eyes narrowed slightly, and beside him, an invisible wind of magic suddenly rolled up in the darkness of nothingness, and the shimmering smoke and dust appeared out of thin air as if from the earth, quickly spinning and condensing into a huge female figure.

It was a lady as tall as a bell tower, her whole body composed of the purest arcane power and incomprehensible smoke and dust, and countless stars of light and magical symbols embedded in her mist-like "skirt", which was none other than Mirmina, the goddess of magic of yesteryear.

As soon as the figure condensed, Mirmina glanced up in the direction of the main building of the Rebellion Fortress, and then looked sideways at the giant deer Amon, who was lying not far away: "Is he really gone?" ”

Amon's body couldn't move, but his gaze seemed to drift upward: "If I say I didn't leave, would you immediately run to the depths of the Shadow Realm like a gust of wind?" Like before? ”

“…… It looks like it's gone," Mirmina said as if relieved, and then a palpable look of displeasure appeared on her face from the magical smoke, as she glanced down at Ammon, "You just exposed me again! Was it also careless this time? ”

Amone was silent for two seconds before he said indifferently, "...... Careless. ”

"I told you interesting things about the material world of the Lord, and you revealed my whereabouts," said Mirmina, very dissatisfied, "I don't remember when I offended you! ”

"As I said, careless," said Amonen casually, his tone as if he had always been so unhurried, "and why are you so afraid of Gawain Cecil?" Even though you are now a god, you are a powerful magical being, so why should you be so afraid of a mortal in this special shadow realm? ”

"As I said, I can't return to mortal sight right now - I have to wait until those remaining 'connections' fade further," Mirmina looked at Amon, her eyes narrowing slightly, "and don't you really feel it?" In that so-called 'mortal', there is a power that oppresses us...... That's the legacy of the Voyager, don't you feel it? ”

Amon let out a low laugh before reminding the god hiding in the Shadows, "The legacy of the Voyagers...... Of course I feel it, but what is this pile of stuff on me when you look down? ”

Mirmina glanced at the criss-crossed scars and the deep shards of the wreckage, and immediately stepped back a little with resistance: "Well, that Gawain Cecil's voyager aura might not really be a big deal for you—but not for me, I don't want to deal with that dangerous thing at all. ”

There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in Amon's tone: "I thought that the incarnation of 'magic' would have a stronger sense of curiosity and exploration, and that they should be more courageous in the face of the legacy of the Voyagers." ”

"Curiosity and an inquisitive spirit do not mean recklessness, and proper prudence and reason are also necessary qualities in the search for truth," said Milmina, suddenly revealing a hint of inquiry, "and at this point I have some curiosity—you asked Gawain Cecil for the terminal of the magic web...... What do you want to do? ”

Amone said lightly: "I said it, in order to relieve boredom. ”

"You've been lying here for three thousand years, and you can lie here for another three thousand years, and for us, 'boredom' is a false proposition - the time span of less than 10,000 years affects us very little," Mirmina looked at Amon, and there was no joke in her tone, "Put away that set of reasons for 'boredom', I told you everything about the Magic Web terminal and the Magic Web, and I know what it is better than you." The Magic Net terminal is used to access the Magic Net, and the Magic Net is the carrier of the neural network, so you are actually interested in the mental space that mortals use the neural network to compose...... What do you want to do with it? ”

Instead of answering the other party directly, Ammon asked rhetorically, "You seem to be worried that I am endangering the safety of those mortals?" ”

"I owe them a favor," said Milmina earnestly, "and my character is one of gratitude—this is the first time I can do what I want according to my character, so it is important to me." ”

"Then you can rest assured, I have no intention of destroying anything, on the contrary, I have high expectations for those human beings - and it is for this reason that I am more interested in the neural network they have created," Amone said quietly, his gaze falling on Mirmina, "that neural network has washed away your divinity, and the process shows a possibility." ”

"You want to try it too?" There was a hint of doubt in Mirmina's tone, "Don't blame me for breaking your confidence, but I don't think you can succeed. What I do requires a great deal of magic skill as well as ...... Talent, and your talent is obviously not in this realm, on the other hand, the non-directional ideology in the unconscious zone is not a 'safe tool', but a very dangerous medicine, and in a sense, it is a kind of suicide to face the danger of that non-directional ideology and the legacy of the person you hit the voyage back then. Last but not least, the neural network wasn't some public square that came and went freely - it was guarded, and although it was an inexperienced guard, the neural network was her home turf. ”

At this point she paused, and with a hint of sincerity, she said, "You don't have to take a risk in this regard, you have succeeded in your own way - although it took a lot of time, you don't need to go the other way from the beginning." ”

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to do such a thing myself," it wasn't until Milmina's voice fell that Ammon broke the silence, "I know the risks, and I know the dangerous guard, and frankly, I don't want to face that guard at all—even you are almost captured by her, and I have been lying here for three thousand years, even more ...... Not good at running. I'm just a little curious to learn more about that neural network and how it works, and I have a feeling that maybe the third way that humans are looking for is in the depths of the neural network. ”

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, and Mirmina seemed to fall into a moment of thought, and after a moment she broke her silence: "So, you decided to take a step after hearing the 'ideal' that Gawain Cecil spoke of—do you really believe that he can find a way for mortals and gods to coexist safely and without leaving any hidden dangers?" ”

"Safe coexistence without leaving any hidden dangers? It's too early to tell...... Even Gawain Cecil himself now only thinks that there is a third way, and with his optimism he would not dare to say such a conclusion as yours," Ammon seemed to smile slightly, "but I do believe that he will try to produce some results, and it would not be a bad thing to make more observations until those results come out, would it?" ”

"That's a good idea, but you really don't have any other purpose?"

"For some other purpose? Yes," Amone said softly, a long sigh in his words, "Honestly, after learning that so much has changed in the mortal world, staying here...... It's really boring. ”

Is it really boring......

Mirmina looked silently at Amon, who was bound to the shattered earth—perhaps the other was telling the truth, but she couldn't understand it, because she couldn't empathize with what it was like to be sealed in one place for three thousand years by the legacy of the Voyager.

Freedom from the shackles of the gods, she was free to run freely in this endless expanse, from the courtyard of disobedience to the deepest depths of the shadow realm in one breath, and occasionally to wander the shadow realm - she was not bored at all.

Thinking of this, a flickering starlight of smoke floated around her again, and then she suddenly turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.

Amone watched silently in the direction in which Mirmina had disappeared, not moving.

(The gods expletive) ......"

……

In the Loren continent, dominated by humans and other intelligent races, the wheel of history is rolling forward, and the development of civilization is moving towards an unprecedented path.

And on another continent in the far north, where the progress of civilization has been stagnant for 1.87 million years, it is only now that its stuck wheels have begun to turn again—or rather, to turn.

The gods are gone.

The cradle is gone.

The shackles that bound us for millions of years and the eternal shelter are gone.

The land was freed, but for the first seventy-two hours of freedom, everything in Talllund lay silent—the victor crawled in the scorching dust, the wind howling from the distant sea, no one cheering the victory, and no one standing up to record the turning point of history.

On the shattered East Coast, in the ruined Argondol, in the scorching rift that stretches across the continent, the surviving dragons of the battle stand still along with countless discarded war machines, scattered like lifeless stones all over the ruins of Talrond.

With no new orders or tasks to deal with, most of these Omega terminals came to a standstill, with only the occasional dragon taking off or the remnants of transport machines flying through the clouds of dust, transporting the last remaining supplies to keep the continent's last survivors alive.

This stagnation lasted for a long time, until the wind from the sea dispersed the dust clouds in the sky, until the elemental rift in the center of the continent gradually closed, and it lasted until the fire of the City of Gods was extinguished, and in the middle of the ruins of Agondor, a new movement finally came from the depths of the earth.

Loud and loud roars came from the depths of the earth, the remnants of the power system driving some critical armor protection, a faint shaking through the ruins, buried mechanisms rumbling through the heavy layers of earth and crumbling buildings—a corner of the ruins of Argondol caving, but the center of the ruins rising unusually unusually, and this movement lasted for a full minute before the ruins were finally pushed open a gap.

A massive, metal claw pushed open the shattered temple column, and the claw climbed outward, bringing out the thick and powerful limbs, grotesque torsos, and glowing red-glowing skulls from behind.

After a difficult climb, a special "dragon" with a body length of almost 200 meters, which had never been seen in the land of Talrond, finally climbed out of the ruins and climbed to the heights of Agondor.

Even in the dragon kingdom where implant modification technology is prevalent, "he" is definitely a creature beyond the imagination of the dragons-

The dragon's body was almost entirely made of metal and other inorganic matter, with layers of heavy alloy armor and high-strength polymers as his scales and skin, and the light shimmered between the cracks in his shell, and countless micro-machines seemed to be constantly moving inside; However, the dragon was not a purely mechanical creature, his breastplate had a part of an irregular transparent structure, and the polymer shell could see obvious flesh and organic solutions, and the flesh organs and metal devices fused together, but it was not like the implant technology that Talllund once prevalent, but rather like ...... These organs "grow" like this on their own.

The dragon's strange form wasn't due to implant modification - he was born as such.

With heavy steps, the monstrous dragon stepped over the roof of the former Sanhedrin, over the plaza of the upper sanctuary and the wreckage of the elevator, and came to a "cliff" made of half-melted ruins, where he slowly crouched.

The still mobile combat machines and the remaining dragons in the vicinity approached one after another, gathering in front of him, as if waiting for the next command.

But Omega only looked up, unskillfully controlling the strange body made of steel and biomass, and stared silently into the distance.

He observes the world and is curious.