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MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1578 Dusk Overture
In the afternoon, the warm sun shines on the small garden flanking the Cecil Palace. The sun shines through the branches of the trees by the roadside, casting mottled bright spots on the road, and there are new twigs accompanying the treetops. The wind swayed, and three or two Spring Sparrows lightly took off from one of the twigs, and in the blink of an eye, they crossed the cloudless blue sky.
Gawain, who was walking in the garden, stopped. He raised his head and looked at the direction the birds were flying. After a while, he suddenly said softly to the air next to him, "The weather is getting warmer earlier than usual."
"Maybe it's the recent good mood of the 'Goddess of Spring' that made the power of spring a little stronger?" In the next second, Amber's voice was heard in the air, and her figure gradually emerged beside Gawain. With a bright smile on his face, "Speaking of which, can't you pretend that you didn't find me once? I finally sneaked over, and it was very shocking to be exposed by you so casually..."
"Let's talk when you have Lady Ye's skills," Gawain rubbed the head of the Shadow Assault Goose, then walked forward and asked casually, "You brought news from the Theocratic Council. ?how is the situation?"
Amber clasped his short legs to follow Gawain's footsteps and said, "Don't worry, everything has been arranged, the council has sent someone to send the notice to every Orthodox Church in the city today, and the leaders of each church are all in charge. He said that he would actively cooperate with the preparations for the festival held this month. Don’t worry, the council has started making arrangements for the next year’s plan from half a month ago. As long as the major denominations can actively cooperate, everything will be according to the time. table."
Speaking of this, she paused and added: "The previous Easter celebrations set a 'demonstration' for everyone, and the Orthodox Churches should understand that as long as they actively cooperate with the instructions of the Theocratic Council and ensure compliance with imperial laws , large-scale sacrificial activities can also be successfully held in the city, from this point of view, the event of the recovery festival is a successful 'preliminary' for everyone."
Gawain listened, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "It sounds like they are quite cooperative. It seems that the liaisons sent by the major churches in the imperial capital have indeed been carefully selected."
"Bullshit, can you not cooperate? The most uncooperative group of graves can make mats now," Amber spread his hands, "It is true that the current emperor Gawain pursues a soft-hearted policy towards all parties, but your name is not false. The **** smell behind the number cannot be dissipated over the past few years, and those smart people who can still stand in the cathedral today are not goldfish, they have a very good memory."
"It's a good thing that they can remember, it can avoid a lot of trouble," Gawain's footsteps gradually slowed down, he raised his head and looked up at the high blue sky, and in his sight, that magnificent and magnificent sun had already crossed the sky The highest point in the center is gradually approaching the horizon on the west side, the hazy phantom light escaping around the giant sun occupies the sky like a cloud and occupies his line of sight, "...the project of the sky station, the great shield of the mother star, the magic The tide observation device, as well as the shelters and archives in various places, all the projects have either entered the final stage or are entering the critical construction stage, at this time we really have no extra energy to face additional troubles.”
Amber raised her head and glanced at Gao Wen, her expression was a little hesitant, but after a while, she still said what she was thinking: "Why do you have to schedule the launch of the Ragnarok Project on the day when the mother star barrier is activated? In theory, before that day, we can get enough 'equivalent' for the kingdom of the gods. As long as all the kingdoms of gods act at the same time, Ragnarok can be completed before the arrival of the magic tide... It's not good to solve this big trouble in advance Is it? In this way, we can feel at ease later, and activate the barrier without any worries."
Gao Wen turned his head to look at Amber and said patiently, "I know that you are worried that solving these two major problems together will make some people chaotic, but in fact... in the entire Ragnarok plan, except for the early stage Outside of the 'cargo' process, the earthly forces on our 'side' have little room to intervene, the most critical part of the entire plan will be completed by the human part of the gods alone, while from the other side, the home planet barrier plan will be It's done by mortals alone, you see? It's actually two separate lines.
"So, regardless of whether the Ragnarok plan is started early or delayed, it will not interfere with the actions of the other line. On the other hand, the early action of the gods will not improve the success rate of the entire plan. Be patient, we will all have as much time as possible to prepare, which may make the overall plan a little more successful...
"On this side of the world, the part we can help the gods is to transport more 'ammunition' to the past. One more day of preparation means that the human half-body of the gods can have more cards in their hands, so we have to prepare until At the last moment, put all the strength of the energy into it, in a sense, the problem we want to solve this time is actually very simple, it is equivalent, the equivalent is the success rate, and everything else is empty."
Amber listened to Gawain's explanation thoughtfully, and nodded slowly: "That's true, anyway, there is only one chance to blow up early and late, and it is meaningless to detonate early except to ask for peace of mind in advance, it is better to be patient. When the mother star barrier is activated, an absolute advantage will come out... But then again, how much are you going to pile on 'over there'? I see how you think the previous council's estimates are conservative... "
Gao Wen thought for a while, and said indifferently: "I have calculated with Rebecca, and plan to do three times the planned amount, and the minimum and minimum cannot be lower than twice. This is called 'safety margin'..."
Amber was stunned when he heard this: "God TM safety margin... Should I complain that you actually summed up the problem with Rebecca, or should I complain that you count the equivalent as a safety margin..."
Hearing this Shadow Assault Goose's skillful choice of words and sentences, Gawain suddenly looked relieved: "...The way you speak now has quite my charm."
"Don't talk about this," Amber was unusually more serious than Gawain this time. It seemed that the target equivalent, which was equivalent to three times the theoretical value, scared her a lot. She stared at Gawain. , "Have you discussed this with the gods? Don't they don't know about it, and all of a sudden, people (nature) and gods (nature) will be destroyed..."
"Don't worry, I'm not so reckless," Gawain looked at the dwarf winter melon in front of him with a half-smile, he rarely had the chance to see this guy react like this, and it was quite interesting at the moment, "I have already talked to the gods. Humans have discussed these things, this is a measure that can improve the final success rate, they are very willing and willing to cooperate actively, and Rebecca has also given detailed safety guidance after accurate calculations to prevent the human half-body They were accidentally damaged."
"...There are safety instructions, that's okay," Amber finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt that something was wrong, "Wait, the safety instructions given by Rebecca? How did she instruct?"
Gawain thought about it for a while, and said indifferently: "Crouch farther when it detonates."
Amber: "...You two are serious?!"
Gawain waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's all backed up by data, and you don't have to worry about the human half-body of the gods, no matter how they say it, they are part of the nature of the gods, and their life is very hard, even in the explosion zone. If the periphery is rubbed a little, at most it is a **** face, but the half-body of the divine spirit left in the heartbreak will definitely die thoroughly."
Amber held back for a long time, and finally said: "...you and Rebecca are indeed a family..."
…
This year is the 5th year of Cecil. On the 25th of the month of recovery, a large-scale celebration finally held the conspiracy between gods and mortals as scheduled. The prelude to Ragnarok, Lady Night won for this world. A good opportunity for the event was finally packaged into the biggest festival of the year.
銆鄯よ阑鍗镸镸镄勋彷Gong 嬬岰鎴鈞帹 Drilling 殮殮杩尜閜園呰園洒鐪醉壒嶔勔國嬬岰鎴戞堹寶宮殮杩尜隱呰園鴒鐪憉壒嶔pot Umbrella, chain, teaching, chanting
The scale of this celebration spread across the entire alliance, not just the three empires, each member of the alliance held a celebration ceremony in its own capital.
In name, this celebration commemorates the founding of the Alliance, the sacred agreements that set the course of history at the 112th meeting, and a blessing for the entire world, as well as to commemorate the difficult victory in the Battle of the Wasteland, but in substance On the other hand, this celebration is a prelude to the coming of age of Loren civilization. Hundreds of giant munitions warehouses were evacuated in one day at hundreds of ceremonial venues throughout the Alliance, and out of the sight of believers and priests, the tomb that symbolized the end of the age of the gods has been gradually removed. build up.
In the depths of the shadow world, in the courtyard shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the shimmering light from the golden oak trees illuminated the nursery of the God of Nature. Looking at the open wasteland outside the garden, it was the meeting place where the gods and mortals jointly prepared the "Gods Ragnarok Project", and it was also the venue where mortals taught "Cecile-style modern martial arts skills" to the gods. There was no one in the venue.
On the edge of the huge open space, the light from the high-power magic spar lamps illuminated the entire venue, and the high platform in the center of the assembly hall stood alone in the center of the light. In the corner area of this "classroom", most of the pitted traces are the "teaching traces" accidentally made by the gods when they used explosives, and about half of them are from the goddess of the curse, Ms. Gizna.
Fortunately, Ms. Kizina finally passed...
Looking at the assembly hall for a long time in a trance, and recalling the lively scene of the "lecture" here, Amoen finally shook his head and slowly sat down at the border of the garden, murmuring: "I'm all busy. …”
As soon as he finished speaking, a nearby magic net terminal suddenly made a humming sound, and then Miermina's mocking voice sounded in his ear: "Don't make such a sound like a child staying at home after going out to work. Can you sigh like a lonely old man?"
Amoon turned his head and glanced at the lit magic net terminal next to him, as well as the figure of Miermina floating above the terminal, his head swayed from side to side: "It has been very lively here a while ago, Rebecca almost every day I came here to teach the 'Humanity of God'. I watched them discuss the course in the assembly hall, immerse themselves in the questions, and practice the test. It was really interesting. Now the course is over, and the plan is to go to the second stage. , It's suddenly so quiet here... I'm really a little uncomfortable."
Miermina in the communication screen glanced here. She actually knew exactly what the "oldest **** of the season" was thinking. She knew that Amoen was worried that the Ragnarok plan would eventually fail. In the past few days, everyone's confident preparations and plans were ultimately no match for fate's malice, but in the end, she suppressed all these thoughts and replaced them with a joke: "You are just because there are celebrations all over the world. You can't be unbalanced anywhere by yourself, right?"
Amoen squinted his eyes, adjusted to a more comfortable position and lay in the nursery, muttering casually: "You say yes, anyway, it's so lively, neither of us can go anywhere..."
"What's so good about this kind of excitement," Miermina pouted, "Apart from the sacrifice ceremony or the sacrifice ceremony, when you were a god, didn't you get enough of this stuff? Anyway, I saw what mortals were doing. Sacrifice will have a psychological shadow. When their brains are hot, they will throw all kinds of strange things into the kingdom of God. If you don't accept them, they will die or live, accept it... That thing is really useless, that's my name. The belief in the goddess of magic is still one of the rarer sacrificial rituals, I can't imagine what it was like for a guy with a long history and many believers like you to receive sacrifices back then."
"That's true..." Amoen seemed to recall some ancient scenes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but cocked slightly, "The sacrifice ceremony of the Nature Sect really bothered me a lot, and the elves didn't know how I think it can give me so many strange celebration names, and the entire southern continent is almost full of sacrificial fields. I was quite honest back then, anyway, I just continued when the children gave things, and I didn't want to take it. throw it out…"
Miermina rarely heard Amoen take the initiative to talk to herself about the events before "White Star Falls", and the expression on her face was a little curious: "And then?"
"Then? Then there is no place to live under the Samsara tree. I have been lying on the border of the kingdom of God for more than 200 years." He made up his mind to throw those sacrifices into the deep sea, and within the scope of not violating the trend of thought, he gave an oracle to the high priests at that time, suggesting that they would change to national unified sacrifices and local religious activities in the future. It's time to prepare sacrifices..."
Miermina was stunned, and waited for a long while after Amoen's voice fell, before muttering: "Then you were really upright back then... How much do you really get as much as they give?"
"Aren't I worried that they will be sad?" Amoen shook his head, and the two small flowers on the antlers swayed in the dim light, "I didn't know until the young gods came to gather here a while ago. I took all of them, and they usually just pick up an inconspicuous souvenir and they're done, and some people who have a lot of heart even designate dew as a sacrifice..."
Miermina: "...No, I have to tell the little queen about you when I look back to help her consolidate her disobedience..."
"I don't bring you like this!" Amoen stood up immediately, "Just chat, how come the chat records are still spread?"
"That's what I said," Miermina laughed, and the smile was much lighter than before. "Look, isn't it fun to say something that was heavy back then?"
Amon sullenly said: "...I feel like this is just for fun."
Miermina didn't refute this sentence, she just narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling something, and she seemed to be thinking, and after a long silence, she suddenly said: "The last sensor tower's Components have just been shipped to the Ancestral Plains."
Amoen was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted: "After the sensor is assembled, can you…"
"Yes," Miermina said softly, "I will be the first eye on this planet to look into the depths of the starry sky and see the traces left by the magic tide among the stars."
Amoen lowered his head, he didn't know what to say at this time, and only one sentence came out for a long time: "... I wish you well."
"It's good luck to all of us."