In the last glow left by the sunset, giant eagles from the Silver Empire motivated their giant wings to land on the Trailblazers Square near the center of the city. These proud and well-trained giant birds of prey were solemn and solemn, and they lowered their bodies on the land in a foreign country, allowing the riders behind them to land. The last ray of light in the sky quietly flowed away from the top of the buildings around the square almost at the same time, and night fell to the imperial capital.

However, the darkness did not come as expected - the magic crystal stone lamp was lit, and bright light shone from the top of the high iron pillars, making the square and the surrounding roads bright like day. The welcome team came up from both sides. At the edge of the square, a huge holographic projection rose into the air, shining with gorgeous streams and welcome speeches expressed in two languages ​​at the same time. The cheerful music echoed over the square, which was a human music - but it was mixed with the elf-style tone change.

Azmore came down from the back of the giant eagle, and before he could carefully observe the human capital, it was filled with his eyes. The light and shadow and sound in his ears stunned him. Then he slowly adapted to it, and his eyes swept over the "modern costumes" that were very different from those in his memory and looked energetic. He looked at the bright and neat street lights and towering buildings on the edge of the square. He passed the huge holographic projections floating in the air and saw the crystal towers emitting glimmers in the distance, the mechanical bell tower, the flying machines patrolling in the sky further away, and even the giant dragons on night sailing.

These eyes given by God allow him to see further in the night, and all the details he sees are invisible when looking down at the sky.

The oldest druid sage who had survived widened his eyes in surprise - he still remembered the grand scene of the Gondor Empire and the kingdom established by the pioneers who had overcome all obstacles after the Demon Tide. However, everything... is completely different from what he saw today.

"This is... the 'Cecil Empire' reborn in the fire?" He whispered in surprise, "I thought..."

"Do you think it should be more rough and more like a military empire, right?" A smiling female voice came from behind, awakening the old druid, "as many people rumored."

"...I don't have this prejudice, Queen, I know that a military empire that can only be militarized and militarized cannot establish an alliance that unites the power of the entire continent," Azmore shook his head slowly, "but I really didn't expect it to look like this... The humans in my memory have a shorter lifespan than elves, but more serious than elves, and in this city everything is growing freely."

He used the word "indulgent growth" to describe the city he saw, because what he saw was indeed different from others - in those divine eyes, he could see the veins formed by "virility" and "virility", he could see the power filled behind those seemingly cold buildings, he could see the entire city shrouded in a huge and revitalized energy field, and at the same time he could see the "resonance" formed by thousands of minds, a positive, confident and magnificent spiritual resonance covering the city, and this powerful, vivid, condensed power has never been seen for many centuries.

"The city is full of twelve different intelligent species, and they also contain dozens of people from all over the world. There are dragons from Tallond, elves from the Silver Empire, dwarves do business here, and gray elves studying abroad - occasionally, you may even meet siren from the deep sea," Belsetia said with a smile. "I know what you mean by 'indulgent'... Although I don't have your eyes, I can also see how powerful the land is gathered."

"...As the leader of the Druid's "Orthodox Church", is it appropriate to admit that he does not have the "God-given Eye"?" Azmore did not look up, but said in a calm and calm tone. "For the past three thousand years, the Morning Star family has never recognized this."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Belsetia whispered, looking up at a tall figure that had appeared at the end of the carpet, and the artificial lights in the square seemed to have woven a curtain behind the figure, "See the human hero who is 'resurrected from the dead'-he's already here."

...

In the shadow world shrouded by endless chaos and darkness, the courtyard of the disobedient courtyard has maintained a peaceful peace that has not changed for thousands of years as always. It is like a holy deer like a hill lying motionlessly among floating rocks and large metal structures, as if closing its eyes to rest. A large number of artificial devices that are as small as toys are distributed around him. Runes on the surface of the device are flickering, and the brilliance of magic slowly flows.

A huge lady wearing a dark long skirt with a half-fixed and half-fixed lower body like clouds and mist was sitting on a stone pillar not far away next to the deer, holding her knees with both hands, staring at the magic net terminal not far ahead. Over the special large terminal, the huge holographic projection was showing the love, hate and affection of the mortal world - the ups and downs of the story was enough to attract the eyes of the gods.

After a while, Julu, who had closed her eyes and rested, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Milmina and said casually: "You have watched it for the third time, aren't you tired of it?"

"A classic drama worth watching more than ten times-I have only watched it three times," Milmina said without hesitation, without looking back. "And I think you should also see this thing-I think it's the most interesting story I've ever seen so far, and it's different from any drama that mortals have created in history..."

Amoen had no interest in the "drama" that Milmina was concerned about, but at this time he couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

"It has to do with the sacred legend of the Holy Light Church!" Milmina said immediately, as if there was a light in her eyes - in fact, there was indeed a light in her eyes. Every ray of light was enough for a high-power magic engine to run for two days. "It is about the first generation of Holy Light apostles leading the tribes to find the "holy land where the grains are always flowing in the four seasons". On the way, they encountered scams who disguised as gods and spirit-eating monsters who created fake gospels, and even fake holy lands that swallowed flesh and blood and continued to grow, disguised as fertile land. Finally, the saint took the tribes back to the place where they set out at the beginning, and found that the holy land was the hometown...

"Hey, let me tell you, the last time is so good that the shot of jumping directly to five hundred years later. At the intersection where the Saints led their tribesmen, such a big city was built..."

Amoen listened quietly to Milmina's story, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "There is no God in the holy legend, and there is no church in the church's story. They really did this..."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with this," Milmina smiled a little and leaned relaxedly on the huge stone pillar behind her. "The people who write stories are people, and the people who tell stories are people, and God... God is in the story, in the story of the body, now they can finally pick God out of the body's story, which is good for everyone.

"If one day they really want to make a magic drama about the goddess of magic, telling everyone that the original "Magic Source Miracle" was compiled after a serious alcoholic magician drank high. The original magic goddess oracle originated from the severe tinnitus after an old magician got up... Then I really want to thank their whole family..."

Amoen was a little surprised: "Oracle? It turns out that you really brought down the oracle in your early years? Didn't you say you never respond to the prayers of believers?"

"...Young and ignorant," Milmina sighed, "When I was born, I was confused. You don't know that state - I was asleep when I suddenly heard someone calling me, so I responded subconsciously? How could I know that there would be no end after that response..."

Amoen seemed to hold back his smile, his eyes narrowed, and after a moment he said, "The 'reform plan' of the Theocratic Council will start with churches that have declined or are on the decline, or churches that are completely under worldly control like the Church of the Holy Light - so maybe they will really 't tell a new story' against the goddess of magic, which you can expect. But then again, the stories they want to tell may not always follow the same routine - can you accept them?"

"What's there to be unacceptable?" Milmina said indifferently, "I accepted the funeral..."

"I have discussed his plan with Gao Wen and read some information from the Theocracy Council," Amoen said slowly. "They not only need to secularize the theocracy, but also humanize and popularize the gods. Considering the current public's ability to accept, they should not have portrayed the gods as villains in a short time, but perhaps in their next 'new story', the magic goddess will be arranged to be a secular 'personal design' and make a debut on the stage..."

Before Amoen finished speaking, Milmina began to think seriously and said seriously after pondering: "If their protective equipment can withstand it, I think I can get it in person..."

Amoen: "…"

Milmina looked at him curiously: "Why are you not talking?"

"Sometimes I always feel that I can't catch up with you..." Amoen said slowly, "especially this time."

"I think this is normal," Milmina said indifferently, "You are not good at thinking compared to me..."

Amoen closed his eyes, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to the "neighbor" who refused to leave, but suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes suddenly opened - the holy light was brighter than before.

"What's wrong with you?" Milmina sensed the turbulent breath around Amoen. She had never felt a similar reaction in this peaceful natural god, "You..."

"I feel..." Amoen murmured softly as if he was muttering to his dreams, his eyes fell in front of the gate that disobeyed the courtyard, "They are here..."

"They? Who are they?" Milmina was stunned for a moment, not reacting at first, but soon she remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes at Amoen became a little complicated, "... Do you need me to leave?"

"...Thank you for your understanding," Amoen whispered, "Also, please help me before leaving."

Milmina stood up, she looked at Amon's huge and scarred body, and before the other party continued, she guessed what the God of Nature was going to say: "I understand--be more decent?"

Amoen lowered his eyelids slightly: "Just don't want them to worry."

In the courtyard of disobedience, a low buzzing sound began to sound from everywhere. The high-power magic net units and amplified one by one, and the projection array began to operate under the command of the remote control center. The crystals fixed in the base broke away from the grooves. While the two gods were slowly rotating around the two gods, the anti-divine barrier was activated, Milmina also waved her arms gently in the direction of Amoen.

The crisscrossing metal and crystal fragments of the Julu's body quickly faded and disappeared in a twisted fog of light, blocked by an invisible optical barrier, and the shocking wounds were also covered and covered. After just a few breaths, the weapons and fragments of the setter's weapons and spacecraft were hidden, leaving only the holy Julu, quietly lying in the middle of a floating gravel.

And Milmina's figure... had disappeared before that.

...

A team passed through the shadow world portal at the bottom of the Disobedience Fortress and advanced towards the deepest part of the Disobedience Fortress. After arriving at the last corridor, Belsetia stopped and signaled the accompanying elves to stop here.

"Your Majesty," an elf military officer couldn't help but step forward, "We should..."

"Just wait here," Belsetia's tone was gentle but unquestionable. "His Majesty Gowen Cecil and I have the ability to protect our safety--there is no need for too many people to go from here."

The military officer lowered his head and received the order of the queen. Then he led the guards to the nearby rest area. Belsetia looked at Gao Wen and nodded slightly.

Gao Wen's eyes fell not far away, and several old-faced silver elves were standing there. They were wearing classical robes that no longer belonged to this era, and old-time crowns and ritual beads that had long been abandoned by the current royal family. They were like a group of ghosts coming out of ancient paintings - but they were really standing in this place.

The great druid Azmore stood at the forefront of these ancient priests, with a calm face, neither sad nor happy, as if he was just waiting quietly for his own destiny or an answer.

The gate leading to the courtyard of disobedience is right in front of it. The safety device near the gate is operating. Runes on the gate are flashing. The energy field of the anti-divine barrier has been connected to the barrier system of the fortress of disobedience itself.

Gao Wen let out a gentle breath and stepped forward to activate the gate. Amid the creaking sound of the mechanical device pushing the heavy gate, he nodded slightly to the ancient priest who came from history: "Master Azmore, please."

Azmore took a deep breath, stepped over the door, and stepped out, as if three thousand years had passed.

He saw a space in front of him shrouded in darkness. The space was completely opposite to the legendary kingdom of God, but a holy light rose in the distance, as if it was dispelling the surrounding darkness. He saw a figure like a mountain in the light. Just looking at the past, he could feel a huge force and the intimacy and warmth that grew from the depths of his soul.

The old priest suddenly felt a little dazed. The countless thoughts and plans that arose along the way, all the speculations and plans collapsed at this moment and became a reality. All the emotions accumulated three years ago also fell heavily at this moment. He almost subconsciously took a step forward, and suddenly felt a long-lost power emerge from the depths of his heart.

His divine art that had been exhausted for three thousand years has returned, and his connection with the gods has been reestablished. He has become a priest who has divine art and can pray, just like he did three thousand years ago.

He took another step forward, and the figure in the glory became clear, and he felt a familiar gaze falling on himself, peaceful and warm.

A low and pleasant voice sounded in the hearts of every priest: "You are here..."
Chapter completed!