The light golden curtain was like a barrier that separated reality and illusion. It closed silently under the golden oak tree. Gao Wen's figure disappeared among the fallen leaves rolled up by the breeze, and the square returned to silence.

Next to the square table, the oldest god and the god in charge of nature, the magical realm retracted his gaze, Amoen shook his head slightly and muttered: "He is really a person who can't rest..."

"If he is free, we may not have the leisure to spend time here," Milmina said casually, then looked up at Enya next to her, "He is going to Tallond... don't you have any ideas?"

"That's no longer a place for me to intervene," Enya said in a quiet expression, slowly and deeply. "I just hope that everything he wants to do in the future will go well... In Tallond, I have left too many messes, but neither I nor the Dragon Clan are able to solve the problem at home, so that these burdens fall on a person who was originally irrelevant. This is not the Dragon Clan's style of doing things."

"Who didn't leave a mess?" Amoen suddenly smiled, "We guys who come here to hide from leisure... have left the troubles of the outside world to the mortals."

"After all, we can only make things difficult for them when we continue to stay in those positions," Milmina said slowly, then her eyes glanced over the square table in front of her, "Ah, now there are only three of us left, why don't we change mahjong for cards?"

"You can't care about anything other than these things on weekdays?" Amoin said helplessly, and at the same time his palm was brushed by the stone square table. The messy mahjong on the table then quietly turned into cards. He reached out to the cards while continuing to mutter, "You are almost becoming a card-playing waste guy..."

"Didn't you pull me to play cards at the beginning?" Milmina immediately glared at the former God of Nature, but the movement of drawing cards in her hand did not slow down at all. "What I did was so meaningful, helping administrators discover loopholes in the neural network... But Naritiel and those administrators were really unreasonable. Not only did they not thank me, they always made trouble for me. In the end, it was still interesting to play cards. Ms. Enya, are you still free in the future?"

Enya glanced at Milmina, grabbed the cards in her hand, and replied casually: "I will help take care of the children tonight, but it's nothing until then. I can play with you for a while."

"Are the two little guys healthy?" Amoen asked while drawing cards, "I heard that the 'mutation' they caused after being infected by the deep blue magic has been developing further recently. If I need my help, just say it."

"No problem, just normal development, the marks left by the deep blue magic have become part of their body structure. This part will change with their growth, and it is the most normal..." Enya said casually, but suddenly she noticed that Milmina's expression was a little weird. This former magic goddess seemed a little distracted, and even forgot to reach out to draw cards. This made Enya a little curious, "Are you distracted?"

"Wait, I suddenly felt... something was wrong..." Milmina woke up, blinking with a confused expression, her eyes slowly moving on Enya and Amoen, "Sentinel... Do you still remember that we were discussing Sentinel just now?"

"Of course I remember, but we have no conclusions," Amoen said casually, but his face immediately became serious after noticing Milmina's expression. "Hmm? Did you... think of something?"

"No, I didn't expect anything," Milmina shook her head slowly, but there seemed to be a confusion deep in her eyes. "I'm just like you, and I don't know anything about the 'sentinel'. I just suddenly feel a little weird... as if I'm ignoring something important... but I don't know what I'm ignoring."

"What's wrong with your memory?" Amoin immediately looked at the "magic goddess" seriously. "In theory, this is an impossible God's memory is indelible. I have never heard of any god who will lose his memory."

"Confirm your status again," Enya put down the cards in her hand and said in a deep voice, "If we can't confirm the problem in the end... we have to tell Gao Wen about this situation. Although this is still not a clue of reference value, it can at least make him more vigilant."

...

The cold wind in late autumn whistled across the vast and desolate plains, which connected the Winter Wolf Castle and the Changfeng Fortress, and recently gathered into a cold cyclone in the plain area between the two. The flags of alliance flying over the Johor Bahn were flying in the wind, and dry dust raised and yellow grass balls rolled from nowhere can be seen under the flag.

Winter is really coming, but for the technical and engineering teams stationed on this land, their enthusiasm as fire will not slackew day and night.

Around the castle made of boulders and molten metal, three huge energy facilities have stood upright between the sky and the earth. The iron-gray towers stand in the cold wind. Several attached magic mechanisms built of metal and concrete are erected around the tower. The tips of the tops of the tower are like huge "needles". Runes emitting light with lightning light emerge from the bases and shells of these magic facilities. At the sharp tops of those facilities, bright magic sparks keep jumping like lightning, connecting them into dazzling arcane loops. Every flash of the sparks is accompanied by powerful energy release. If you walk around the tower, even ordinary people can slightly feel the "magic infiltration" of the nerves.

Those sparks are huge energy that even high-level mages can hardly gather easily. In the old days, such an energy was enough to maintain the operation of a medium-scale mage tower. However, here, the advanced and ancient arcane extraction technology combined with ancient makes this huge energy the most common "cracker". Every time several towers flash, they can directly compress and extract magic power of this scale and continuously transmit it to the contracted castle located at the center of the entire facility group, and to the "gate" deep in the castle that seems to never be filled.

In the main hall of the Chamberg, there were bright lights and technicians shuttled back and forth.

A huge and complex structure has been built in this modified and enhanced hall. It has an alloy triangular base, which presents a stepped layered structure, like an ancient altar. At the edges of each layer of structure, countless fine runes and magic tracks distributed between runes, embedded crystals and brass thin tubes responsible for cooling the entire system.

The brass pipes penetrate deep into the base, and they flow with activated pure water and liquefied crystal dust. They must operate constantly. Once their heat dissipation function fails, the huge energy can melt all the hardware of the portal in almost a moment.

Above this triangle base is the "trunk" of the portal. Three arc-shaped alloy "arms" extend out from the three apexes of the base, as if guarding an invisible sphere, intersecting in the air. Between these three arc-shaped alloy "arms", a huge metal ring floats. The ring is lying horizontally above the base at this moment, as if it is in a dormant state.

Huge energy was constantly gathered into this hall. In the center of the portal device, in the mid-air surrounded by the floating ring, a distorted light and shadow were rising and shrinking, and some ancient and distant aura continued to spread out from its depths.

Carmire floated next to the huge portal device, raised his head and stared at the alloy "arms" and metal rings that were in charge. The two arcane sparks embedded in his face flashed with bright light, and only the most familiar person could see the surging heart of the ancient arcane master from these two lights.

"I really didn't expect... this thing can work so smoothly..." He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This is because we have been preparing for this day for many years," said a woman's voice that had just begun to become familiar with recently came from the side. Carmire turned his head and saw Ms. Windsor Mapel, the legendary magician from the Tifeng Empire, standing beside her. "The technology required for the portal came from ancient times. In that history that had been destroyed by time, a group of people used this technology to open the door to the Kingdom of God, and worshiped the power or some "entities" leaked from the door as miracles... so advanced but so ignorant that the product of contradictions it brought about for two hundred years of suffering to the Augustus family in Tifeng."

"I know this, the Eye of God... Even from the perspective of a Gondor magician and an ancient disobedient, the efforts of your emperor and his family are enough to be called great," Kamier said sincerely, his eyes returning to the portal. "It is also thanks to the Eye of God that we can build such a 'door' now, right?"

"Yes, thanks to the Eye of God... we have restored ancient technological miracles here, and with our own wisdom," Ms. Windsor Mapel sighed in her tone, and then she was a little curious and expectant, "Master Carmier, what do you think will be behind that door?"

"...I don't know," Carmier was silent for a moment, shook his head calmly, "No one has seen with his own eyes what the Kingdom of God looks like. As a former disobedient, I have never had any romantic imagination and expectations for the Kingdom of God. But there is one thing I can be sure of...it must be in line with the imaginations made by thousands of believers of God of War over the past thousands of years."

"Then it must have a city wall built with swords and shields, palaces and squares for soldiers to rest and feast, and this is described in the books of the God of War, the "Eternal Arena" under the gaze of the gods," said Windsor Mapel with a faint smile. "I just don't know if the kingdom of God has collapsed after the fall of the God of War... When we cross the door, we can only see some remaining fragments."

Carmire turned around and looked at the lady from Tifon, who was probably one of the most outstanding mages of the present. He saw some familiar brilliance on the other party's face that was not very beautiful.

That is the brilliance of a researcher, an explorer, a pioneer, with a strong curiosity, a desire for knowledge, and a little ignorance and fearlessness.

He was really familiar with this expression. A thousand years ago, in an era when mortals knew almost nothing about gods and could only explore with limited knowledge and unknown useful protection techniques, countless such researchers devoted themselves to the front line of fighting gods and destiny. They were the smartest, most creative, most able to create value but also the closest to danger. Almost every day, such people fell down, and those who survived... gradually became strangers to them.

But such an era has passed. Carmier couldn't help thinking that the hard accumulation of his predecessors finally formed a rich legacy. So the new generation of "disobedients" (now called scholars of the Theocracy Council) were able to conduct research and exploration under relatively safe conditions. They could be bolder than their predecessors without having to squeeze themselves into a state that was not like humans in extreme vigilance and caution... This is really a good era.

But even so, Carmier still felt that it was necessary to remind the "junior" in front of him.

"Don't contact God-related knowledge with too much anticipation and curiosity. Even now we have confirmed that those gods are essentially kind-hearted, and their power is too dangerous to us," he couldn't help but remind that although the other party was a Tifeng man, since the establishment of the alliance and the new order built by His Majesty, the former rift between the two countries has been gradually eliminated. At least in this facility, he must regard the other party as a "comrade-in-arms" who jointly fights against fate. "Prudence and vigilance are the right attitude, and it is an eternal attitude."

Perhaps she is outstanding enough in her own realm, but in Kamier's opinion, this magician from Tifon is obviously not cautious enough about the realm of the gods.

Windsor Mapel couldn't help but look at the "ancient scholar" who came out of ancient history. Looking at the other party's "eyes" that were shining with the glory of arcane. In the face that could not be called human, she could not distinguish the expression of the arcane master, but from the other party's tone, she could hear the sincerity of this suggestion and the heavy weight behind the sincerity.

How many pioneers' lives are exchanged for?

Windsor, who lives in this era, had no idea. All she could do was bow her head and humbly accept the advice of the ancient scholar: "I will always remember, Master Carmier."

"You are also a master, and you have a lot of knowledge that even I am amazed," Carmier smiled, but his smile was hard to detect. "I hope we can continue to work together happily in the next project."

Windsor smiled faintly and reached out to Carmier: "I look forward to it too."

Behind them, pure and powerful arcane energy surged in the huge portal device. This primitive and pure energy was gradually building a door to the Kingdom of God. The bright light radiates out from the looming light and shadow. An unknown realm opened a gap to the mortals, and the glory of the Kingdom of God was sprinkled in the hall.

Once upon a time, this glory also symbolized the supreme will, the common awe of thousands of believers, and the "grace" that countless priests can only be exchanged for sacrifices to themselves.
Chapter completed!