Sword of Dawn

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"Solin Listening Station Receives a Mysterious Signal from Unknown Sources", "Nationwide Call for Solutions to the Following Symbols".

He saw the patterns attached to the article, the symbols that didn't look like universal letters or southern pictographs at all, the continuous arcs and the short line segments connected to the arcs looked mysterious and difficult. I understand, and beside the symbols, Ron has already drawn many strings of letters that seem to have no idea.

"Don't tell me you're planning to decipher these symbols—these symbols that even experts and scholars can't do anything about." Green couldn't help but looked up at the young Ron.

"Why not?" The blond young man said immediately, "Don't you think this is a very challenging and proud thing, as if you are participating in history? And there is a high reward - as long as you can get them If the meaning of the meaning is deciphered, the bounty is even enough for us to buy an entire manor in Luan City!"

Green was not infected by the immature joy and enthusiasm of the young people. He just looked at those reports and symbols that didn't look like any known words in this world with a little worry. Uneasiness arose in his heart, but he was very nervous. Almost being suppressed, it turned into a question: "Then you have studied so much, have you seen any rules?"

"I didn't see it at all—these symbols are like some kind of encrypted graffiti, which can't be deciphered by simple letter substitution or structural reorganization." Ron shook his head regretfully, "In fact, I've already prepared Think of it as some kind of pastime after work... getting rich may not be so easy to achieve, but the process of deciphering these symbols is still a bit of fun. And I believe that most people who are interested in these symbols will eventually I have a mentality similar to mine, after all, as you said, these things make the experts and scholars in the imperial capital helpless..."

Green shrugged, but did not continue the topic. He glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the nearby wall, and casually said to Ron, "It's time for shift change."

……

A rare clear sky descended on Aldernan, and the sun near noon dispelled the haze that often lingered over this "capital of rain and fog". The moldy slabs and walls in the gutters and back alleys seem to be getting rid of the staleness little by little, and become full of vitality.

However, compared with last year, the streets and alleys in the noble district of Aldernan are significantly deserted at this moment.

In the past, the doors and windows of the hall where feasts and banquets continued day and night were closed, and there were only a few hurried cars driving past the closed doors on the wide road with constant traffic and horses every day. The garden has obviously been neglected for many days, and the weeds that have grown due to the warmer weather are gradually occupying the once well-tended flower beds and nurseries, squeezing the living space of those precious and delicate flowers, and some houses are hung up Thick white and black curtains, drapes, and dead bouquets of chrysanthemums hung under the wrought iron hanging lamp at the door, swaying desolately in the wind.

In fact, most of these mansions are not completely deserted. At this time, there are still sporadic and deep voices coming from inside. Those voices who still live here seem to be deliberately lowering themselves, so as to reduce their burden in this world as much as possible. A sense of presence, curled up in its gorgeous lair like a frightened beast terrified of the world, for fear of attracting some "fatal attention" due to high profile.

And in the few mansions that have completely lost their voices, the formerly glorious families have lost their last effective heirs, the servants have been dismissed, the property has been taken over to the royal family, and the houses have become "assets to be assessed" that cannot be processed temporarily. The owner of the house usually has two completely different fates when he leaves this world: some lose all respect and lose their heads in the liquidation, while others are glorious and peacefully buried in the dust under the royal family's posthumous title.

But whatever their fate, the end result was much the same.

"The age of aristocracy is dead in name only. After so many years of stalemate, it is finally time to withdraw completely... Some titles are still there, but it seems that they will never have a chance to be brilliant again," Viscount Hermiel said from his belly He took a step back from the window, and at the same time withdrew his gaze from the street outside. He returned to his favorite high-back chair, but he didn't sit down for a while, but let out a long sigh with emotion in his eyes, " Sigh... I really never imagined that I would see this day appear in my lifetime, let alone imagine that it would come in this way..."

He raised his head and glanced across the wide, straight avenue again, only to see two servants hurrying along the street like frightened beasts - walking like running.

"Where was there such a deserted scene in the past? Even the day when the new emperor's 22 laws were promulgated, and even the day when the fire in the Obsidian Palace mentioned by my father... This street has never been so deserted and desolate. , and there have never been so many death chrysanthemums... Those little white flowers almost draw the breath of the underworld to the sun."

"Think in a good direction, Viscount Hermiel," an old voice came from not far away, and the black-robed old mage sitting on the sofa looked at the young nobleman with a smile on his face and said, "You still don't know what to do now?" Standing here, the title of Viscount is still on you, and your family emblem and private property are intact, each of which is enough to make many people envious—whether they are dead or still alive, they should be envious you.

"You're in a good team, Mr. Viscount."

"Ah, yes, it's exactly as you said, Master Daniel," Viscount Hemir sat on the chair with a wry smile, took the wine glass from the side, and poured the liquid in the glass down his throat in an inelegant manner, and then said , "Unconditionally support the decision of the royal family at any time, immediately cut off contact with all priests when there is a problem in the church, do our best to support the front line of Winterhold, and actively cooperate with all the reviews of His Royal Highness Hadiron... Frankly speaking, this If there is a wrong step in the middle, I may not be able to stand here and talk to you at this moment, and you may only be able to toast me in front of my tombstone."

"But you are on the right track," Daniel smiled, raising his glass to the Viscount in front of him, "I still prefer to toast to living people."

Chapter 1153 Extended Trajectory

In Daniel's eyes, this young Aldernan nobleman has undergone too many changes now——

The former Viscount Hemir was high-spirited, young and proud. After grasping the first wind of the magic industry with his sharp vision and flexible thinking, he quickly rose to become a hot figure in the imperial capital, with factories and investment entities under his name all over Austria. Durnan even extended to several cities in the central region. At that time, he was like a charged arcane crystal, emitting a strong light all the time. There was endless energy inside, and he had no effect on the outside world. Fear and retreat.

But now, all the light of this Viscount seems to be restrained, he hides all his sharpness, like hiding an invisible hunter in the dark night, curled up in his own "fortress" that has become much deserted , vigilantly observing a world that was no longer safe for him—not decadent yet, but not far off.

And all these changes are only the result of last winter.

Daniel sighed in his heart. Of course he knew the reasons for these changes, and he also knew that Viscount Hermiel's current behavior was completely in line with normal logic, but this result was not what he was happy to see—it had nothing to do with "personal friendship" , the most important reason is that he has already poured too much effort into this Mr. Viscount.It is not easy to guide and inspire a little nobleman who can be seen everywhere in Aldernan and has no reputation except being good at socializing and banqueting to become an investment giant step by step. The trust established from the beginning of his start is even more A capital that cannot be replicated, if this Mr. Viscount just falls down... the loss would be too regrettable.

"Mr. Viscount, maybe when I say this, it seems to you that 'outsiders don't know how to be warm'," the old mage looked at Hermiel and said after a short consideration, "but I think the most important thing you should do now is to go out and return to the The field you are good at and active in, to expand the production capacity of the factory, to expand your own influence, to invest in things that are urgently needed after the war, to revitalize the economy with the royal family... Let us be optimistic, you will find that now is a once-in-a-lifetime Great opportunity, Monsieur Viscount."

Hermiel looked at this old man who always seemed to be full of wisdom. After a long time, he said softly to himself: "Be more optimistic... But for me, it's really not easy to be optimistic..."

He turned around and looked down at the somewhat deserted street outside the balcony. The red wine glass in his hand tilted forward, pointing to the mansions that had changed hands or were about to change hands: "Master Daniel, look at that house... A once prominent family with hundreds of years of history, but they stood on the wrong team and chose to stick to their stupid 'principles' when they should not confront the royal family. The Obsidian Guards took them away.

"And just across the wall, another mansion, an equally illustrious family, loyal knights and generals, they were on the right side, but they went to the front line of Winterhold - the mad god took most of them Family members, now there is only a lonely old woman with a girl who is just ten years old. I went to see the child, and she has no idea why her family has suffered such a fate.

"Master, let me admit that I am a coward - of course I understand your kindness, and I understand what you mean by 'a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity', but I am really frightened this time. Maybe we didn't It's too much to live in this world, especially when I have a title on my head that has been passed down from my ancestors and will continue to be passed down.

"Of course, I will still manage my current property in the imperial capital, my textile factory, rune foundry, printing factory and plantations outside the city... They are now the foundation of my family and I. I plan to transfer the rest. I have already found buyers, and they are very interested in those factories in the central region, and after selling these industries, I will probably be able to sleep more peacefully."

Daniel looked into Hemiel's eyes calmly, and after a long time, he sighed softly, and raised his glass to signal the viscount: "Well, this is your decision, Mr. Viscount—everyone has his own ambitions. But I have to remind you that under the current situation, when the economy is in urgent need of revitalization, His Majesty urgently needs nobles to show their attitude, and the empire urgently needs more investors and emerging industries. People who are important in the industrial field suddenly choose to sell the industry and retreat to the second line... Is it really a good thing?"

Viscount Hermiel was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly: "...What do you mean?"

"I'm not as good as you when it comes to investing in factories, but in terms of life experience, I'm somewhat confident," Daniel said calmly, "In my opinion, the royal family is in need of 'wise' people like you now." The nobleman shows his attitude, Mr. Viscount - don't think that the 'test' is over, it is still there, and always will be."

The young Viscount stood there stunned, and the expression on his face finally gradually became complicated. His voice was even a bit bitter: "So, I'm even guilty of being a coward?"

"You are not a coward, you are just giving up on yourself, but unfortunately, people in high positions are not qualified to give up on themselves," Daniel shook his head, "In addition, from the perspective of His Majesty, what he hates is not those who are capable and dazzling. A strong person, because no one in this country is more eye-catching than him, and he is not a mediocre and incompetent idiot, because he does not need to waste a little time on idiots. What the ruler hates is always things that are out of control.

“People who take credit for crossing the line are certainly out of control—but so are those who get away with it.”

Viscount Hermiel's face became extremely ugly: "I..."

"I'm just a reminder." Daniel put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up from the sofa. "Please consider your decision carefully, Mr. Viscount."

……

The figure of the instructor appeared outside the car door, and the young female mage Mary quickly reached out and opened the door on one side, allowing the old mage to get into the car. She noticed that the expression on the instructor's face was a bit serious, and she couldn't help asking casually: "What happened?" Is it gone?"

"It's nothing, it's just that a young man will mature from today," the old mage said, shaking his head, and at the same time casually ordered another apprentice who was driving the vehicle in front, "Go to the Royal Mages Association."

Mary was confused, but the tutor occasionally said something that sounded inexplicable and never explained it to the apprentices. She was used to it, so after nodding, she refocused on On the things she was immersed in before - there was a notebook spread out on her lap, the snow-white paper was filled with all kinds of marks, it looked neither like a mathematical formula, nor like a Magic formula.

"What is this?" Daniel noticed something on the apprentice's lap, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "Where did you copy the graffiti?"

"This is a word puzzle that's been very popular recently at the Manufacturing Association—it's actually been around for a while, but we've been too busy recently to pay attention to these trends," Mary immediately pushed the notebook in front of the tutor, with a look of Seriously, "Do you know Cecil's 'listening plan'? Their antennas received a mysterious signal, and these things are unknown symbols transmitted in the signal. The scholars over there believe that this symbol is some kind of The text, now that the Cecil Empire has published them, I hope that whoever is a member of the Alliance can decipher the secrets behind these texts, and the Obsidian Palace has also issued a corresponding reward..."

"Are you looking for someone who can decipher these texts..."

Daniel nodded clearly—of course he knew about this matter. As one of the actual Cecil technicians, he got the news from the internal network not long after receiving the mysterious signal at the Sorin Junction , but Mary's authority in the neural network is not high, so she doesn't know about it.The only thing that surprised the old mage was that the master didn't hesitate so much when he decided to announce these mysterious "symbols"... It's only been a while, and the relevant information has been completed through the official channels between Typhon and Cecil Did you share?

But this is a good thing—since the information has been transmitted through official channels, it means that he can study these "mysterious characters" that look like graffiti openly in the future.Frankly speaking, these mysterious symbols of unknown origin are still very attractive to a scholar, even though Daniel is not very proficient in cryptography and philology.

Some thoughts quickly turned in his mind, and the old mage's eyes fell on Mary's notebook again. After seeing the dense marks left by the apprentices, he still couldn't help frowning: "You wrote so many marks. ...Did you research something?"

Mary scratched her hair embarrassingly, and her black hair, which was already a little messy, suddenly became even more messy: "I'm sorry, tutor, I... I don't know enough about text and codes, and the so-called research is just a whim." I just write and draw, and I haven’t made any progress until now.”

"This is normal. If a layman like you can get some results in a morning's research, then the experts and scholars invested and trained above may all be able to jump off the city wall collectively." Daniel said casually, his gaze shifted. I just glanced at the appearance of the apprentice at the moment - wearing a robe that has not been changed for a long time, or the old-fashioned robe that is not very beautiful. There are a few strands more than the tied hair, no makeup, and no makeup at all, and because I often stay up late to read, my eyes are faintly bloodshot.

This is his most talented apprentice, and also the apprentice who has followed him for the longest time... However, it seems that until this moment, he really paid attention to the appearance of this young girl in life.

"Mentor?" Mary noticed the gaze of the old mage, and suddenly became a little nervous, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Instead of spending so much energy on areas that you are not good at, you might as well pay attention to your own image like a normal woman," Daniel said casually, but at the same time he wondered if he could say that The words that came out, and a certain sentence that the master often said to others on weekdays naturally surfaced in his heart, "You are so old..."

Mary was taken aback immediately: "Gu... tutor?"

"It's nothing, I just mentioned it casually," Daniel waved his hand immediately, but couldn't help but add another sentence, "I just thought of Windsor...don't be like her."

Lady Windsor Mapel, President of the Royal Society of Mages?

Mary was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that that great figure was actually one of the mentor's apprentices, and as such a young legendary transcendent, her talent clearly far surpassed her own, even though the mentor was no longer on the surface. Acknowledging the other party's apprentice status, but in the eyes of outsiders, this master-apprentice relationship is something that cannot be denied after all.

Such an excellent person... Why did the mentor suddenly say that he should not be like her?

The young female mage was at a loss again, and vaguely, she seemed to hear her mentor talking to herself: "I'm already forty, and I haven't married yet..."

……

In the clean, bright and extremely spacious magic experiment field, Windsor Mapel, who was directing the scene, suddenly sneezed firmly.

Waving to let the assistant on the side continue to work, she casually released more than a dozen instant spells for curing diseases, strengthening bodies, blessings, breaking spells, and resisting spells. After confirming that there was no problem with her body, she focused again. Back to the round platform in the center of this indoor testing ground.

In the focus of the light, the surface of the round platform engraved with mysterious runes is emitting a slight brilliance. Inside an energy shield with powerful protective power, there are irregular iron-gray metal fragments floating there out of thin air. The iron-gray fragments are obviously It is part of a larger-scale metal structure, and its edges have traces of being violently torn and smashed, and on several major fractures, some dim glows are still spontaneously escaping from the inside of the fragments, as if there is life. Wandering around those fractures, flickering.

This striking feature says one thing: This seemingly innocuous piece of metal is anything but ordinary.

In fact, it is really unusual-this thing is one of the armor fragments scattered on the earth after the fall of the God of War, and considering that the body of the God of War is just a pair of empty armor, this fragment can even be regarded as the "God" in essence. bodily remains".

At this moment, more than a dozen royal mages in robes are busy around the fragment. A magic circle with a complex structure is floating in the air around the platform, and there are many altars inlaid with crystals, magic stones and precious magic metals. The devices surround the platform, each monitoring and suppressing the various forces emitted by the fragments.

"President Windsor," a mage wearing a dark blue gold-patterned robe flew over from the platform and landed in front of Windsor Mapel, "It can be confirmed that this fragment should come from the helmet of the God of War. Moreover, the energy released from the fragments fluctuates smoothly, and it can indeed be used as a guiding medium."

Windsor Mapel nodded with a solemn expression: "Guiding...how is its directional resonance?"

"Directional resonance has indeed been observed-after placing it in a very pure arcane circulation, the fragment will try to confine and transmit energy to a dimension that we have not yet observed. In theory, if This arcane gyre is strong enough that we can use the process to open a rift...or even a stable door."

Chapter 1154 Thinking

The mysterious and complex runes distributed in the proving ground are working together, and the magic power is oscillating in the open space, and the deep resonance sounds seem to have some kind of melodious wind chimes—at least for those who are completely immersed in magic and knowledge. For Windsor Mapel of , this resonance between magic and air is definitely the most beautiful melody in the world.

While listening to the assistant's report, she looked at the stone tablets, crystals, and metal rune nodes that were running stably. These things gathered the top magic skills of the Typhon Empire, and it could even be said that all the mortal groups in the entire Loren continent were At the apex of the magic field, of course, the cost of maintaining these things in operation is also extremely staggering, and these devices built with huge manpower and material resources have only one function here: to unveil the veil of the power of the gods.

"Directional resonance does exist... and it will show a certain degree of controllability in the high-intensity arcane return..." The youngest legendary mage in history broke the silence softly, as if talking to himself, "So, Your Majesty's theory deduced from the Eye of God is correct...the gods and the Kingdom of God are essentially the same thing. They are both the result of the shaping of mortal thoughts. From a certain point of view, they show 'continuity' '..."

"Mortals describe gods in their thoughts, so gods are born, and mortals create the 'Kingdom of God' or 'Kingdom of Heaven' based on the most primitive concept of gods, so the corresponding Kingdom of God and Kingdom of Heaven are also born. This kind of creation has Consistency, continuity, and according to our latest theory, the consistency of thoughts in the process of creation will evolve into the consistency of gods, which is logical," said the mage assistant wearing a dark blue golden robe Head, and said in a serious tone, "Expanding this theory further, we can think that the fragments that fall off from the gods are actually fragments of the kingdom of God, and these fragments will remain in contact for a long time in a certain 'dimension' beyond common sense. "

"I think we have confirmed this 'connection' through experiments," said Windsor Mapel in a deep voice. "The key now is what is the use of this connection."

"...Recent studies have shown that after the fall of the God of War, the Kingdom of God of War did not disappear directly," the assistant said solemnly, "but we have observed signs of decline in the connections between those fragments, which may indicate that they The 'Kingdom of God' pointed to is in a slow, continuous state of collapse. This process will probably continue for a long time..."

Windsor glanced at the assistant, and said calmly: "So, if we want to do something bold, there is still time, does that mean?"

"This question should be judged by you," the assistant lowered his head, "I'm just offering my opinion."

"No, this issue should be judged by people at a higher level, by the leaders of the alliance," Windsor shook his head slowly, "Let's summarize the situation here and report it to our Majesty, he must make the most appropriate decision." decided."

……

Obsidian Palace, located in the gorgeous study room on the top floor, Rosetta Augustus, who was reviewing the documents, suddenly sighed, showing a somewhat helpless expression, Princess Matilda, who was sitting by the side helping to deal with the official documents, immediately raised her head, Looking at his father curiously: "Have you encountered any troubles?"

"It's not really a troublesome thing...it just makes me a little dumbfounded," the ruler of Typhon twitched his lips and shook his head helplessly, "The 'mysterious text' that Cecil sent us , has been gradually disclosed to the outside world, and there are many, many people who responded to the 'recruitment', but the results are not very satisfactory. According to the report of the minister in charge, the first batch of feedback collected so far is simply varied, and too many applicants are not just 'Amateur' can be described... From the 'tavern scholar' who dared to recruit after reading half a book, to the 'occultist' who bluffed on the streets with a magic crystal ball, and even a Just a strange dream to declare that he was inspired by the gods, a village man who insisted on coming to join in the fun..."

Speaking of this, Rosetta sighed again, shaking her head dumbfoundingly: "Mr. Fulton, the minister in charge, explained the situation on his side as tactfully and carefully as possible, but I can fully imagine that there is something wrong with it. What a mess. Maybe we should have anticipated this situation from the beginning, set up more thresholds when screening, or arranged a few more levels of officials to deal with this matter..."

Listening to what her father described, Matilda's expression froze for a moment, and she quickly twitched the corner of her mouth: "This...is a bit unexpected."

"It's probably the same situation with Cecil—we all underestimated the enthusiasm of those 'folk professionals' when they face a problem they don't understand," Rosetta shook her head, "We I hoped to find clues to decipher these symbols through brainstorming, but now I have to spend several times the energy to face those liars, magicians, lazy people and mental patients..."

Matilda listened, but slowly shook her head after a brief thought: "I have a different opinion from yours—these mysterious symbols are a very special problem, and those 'folk professionals' you mentioned may It's true that they don't understand them, but in fact, those real scholars in the Royal Society of Mages and the Craftsmanship Association are also confused about those symbols. All the laws of writing or passwords we currently know do not apply to those symbols, so from some kind of In a sense...everyone stands on the same starting line.

"The outlandish ideas of the 'civilian professionals' seem far-fetched, but what if ... luck really strikes?"

Rosetta's eyes fell on Matilda, and she sighed after looking at it for a few seconds: "You are more optimistic than I thought, child, but I don't think this kind of academic stuff will be as good as you said. develop like that."

Matilda smiled, and didn't answer immediately. She just looked at Rosetta's face very intently, as if she had suddenly discovered something, and looked very seriously. A warm smile emerged from her eyes. Come out, this made Rosetta frowned: "Why do you suddenly look at your father like this?"

"You often laugh now," Matilda said with some joy in her tone, "not only can you laugh, but you can also express helplessness and anger very directly—although you always keep a straight face in formal occasions. "

Rosetta didn't expect that Matilda was thinking about this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression gradually relaxed - the face that had become hard and cold for more than [-] years was now covered with flesh and blood again Although his own temperament still makes this face look a bit serious and scary, he knows that his keen daughter can see all the changes in himself from the details of this face.

He finally looked more like a father to Matilda than a symbol that was dying.

Rosetta smiled, and did not continue on this topic, but re-discussed those symbols and the "listening project" that Cecil was conducting: "Many scholars are now fascinated by the discoveries of Cecil. Shocking, people with more flexible thinking now have similar thoughts: there are sentient beings outside our planet, which is also consistent with the information that Gawain Cecil revealed to us in the last internal contact. In this case As a matter of fact, I want to hear your opinion.

"What do you think of the civilization that sent the signal? What do you think they sent these things for? Do you think they were friendly?"

Matilda lowered her eyelids, and slowly said in thought: "The things they sent are all extremely basic 'mathematical languages'. What I can understand, so I agree with His Majesty Gawain Cecil: The only purpose of these materials is to 'introduce yourself', to show that they are an intelligent group with a set of mathematical cognition—and As long as the world we live in is consistent and uniform in terms of basic laws, then this set of "mathematical cognition" is a universal ruler and business card forever.

"As for whether the civilization that sent the signal is friendly or not... In fact, I think this question is not important. When we can't even touch the other party, and the other party's details are completely unknown, we have to go from 'extremely evil' to' "Extremely good" are all mentally prepared. Compared with this question, I actually hope to confirm as soon as possible how far that civilization is from us."

Rosetta pondered for a moment, then said softly: "How far... To use the terminology of astrologers, no matter how far it is, it is an 'astronomical distance'..."

……

In the Cecil Empire, Magic Technology Research Institute, a large arcane torrent laboratory, Kamel is floating quietly above an artificial element pool.

The metal restraint ring around the large elemental pool shone with light blue rune light, and there were two magic conduits cast by crystal with a diameter of about one meter standing on both sides of the elemental pool. The arcane energy gushed out, connecting the floor and the roof like a straight stream of flames—these powerful energies worked together, and finally formed a powerful energy field in the air above the elemental pool, and Kamel floated In the center of this energy field, the rune armor pieces on his body are shining brightly, the arcane energy that constitutes his body flows slowly, and fine lightning bolts burst out from his body continuously, and the arcane energy in the air Energy communicates and exchanges.

This arcane master is actually not conducting any sophisticated magic experiments, he is just thinking, using the power of arcane resonance to "activate" himself, so as to enter a state of "thinking overload".

According to the weird vocabulary invented by His Majesty, this is called "overclocking".

In the "overclocking" state, Kamel's thinking efficiency has been greatly improved, and the flashing and connection of each idea has become quicker and sharper. However, even so, he still feels that his thinking speed is not fast enough, or... can't Deal with "shock news" that is too big and irritating.

He was recalling the meeting held by Gao Wen not long ago, the meeting that convened all master scholars and subverted everyone's three views in just half a day's agenda, and he was recalling the things announced at that meeting , the information about the magic tide, the "closed loop system" of the gods, and the lights of civilizations that are dying among the stars.

It is said that the information comes from the ancient memory of the Dragon God, a god who knows the most secrets in the world, and has now completely broken free from the shackles, so it has extremely high credibility - Kamel has no doubts about His Majesty's judgment on this, and It was precisely because of such conviction that he was disturbed by the information, and even felt that his arcane body was boiling due to an overactive thinking process.

The state of "thinking overload" continued for a while, the surging sparks in the element pool gradually subsided, and the bright flames in the energy conduits on both sides finally gradually returned to dim, and Kamel slowly separated from the active energy field , Watching the jumping electric lights on his body disconnect from the jumping sparks in the air one by one, the ancient arcane master let out a sigh of relief.

At this time, he suddenly sensed the breath nearby, and heard a familiar voice from the side: "It's rare to see you being in a daze for such a long time."

"Your Majesty?" Kamel looked towards the direction of the sound in astonishment, seeing Gao Wen standing at the door of the laboratory and looking at him with a smile, he was a little flustered, "Ah, sorry, I was too immersed just now, Didn't notice you..."

"It's okay, I'm just here to take a look." Gao Wen waved his hands indifferently, and walked towards Kamel, "But you, it seems that you haven't recovered from the information you learned a few days ago?"

"...Sorry," Kamel sighed a little ashamedly, "Perhaps it is the limitation of life forms, the fluctuations in thinking and emotions affect me far more than those ordinary people with flesh and blood. It took me More time to adjust my state, but now it seems that my state is still not fully back."

"I can understand that not everyone can easily accept the huge impact of the 'truth of the world', especially when these truths run counter to our habitual cognition," Gao Wen wanted to pat Kami Er's shoulder, but after finding that the other party had no shoulders and only a bunch of flickering sparks, he just patted the rune armor piece on the other's arm, "When I knew what the essence of the demon tide was, I also felt The cognition has been completely rebuilt once."

"Misplaced observers... The nature of the magic tide is really shocking, and it also made us have to start from scratch for many of our previous studies," Kamel hummed in his body, his voice was very low, "but compared to the magic tide In fact, what really makes me feel uneasy are those signals that once echoed in the star space, but are now extinguished one by one..."

"Those signals..." Gao Wen couldn't help repeating while pinching his chin.

"Behind every signal is a civilization that is as developed as us, or even more developed, and every time the signal goes out, it means that a group of people with the same intelligence as us has finally fallen on the road to 'promotion'. You Who can be at peace thinking that the 'big filter' mentioned is real, and it's like a moat across the starry sky?"

Gao Wen didn't answer, because at this moment, he found that he suddenly figured out something that he hadn't figured out before, and even subconsciously ignored for a long time.