In any case, the funny behavior of the young dragon brought some unexpected fun to this journey across the ocean. However, the little guy's fearless attitude really made Gao Wen unable to rest assured. Since Melita took off, the little guy has not had any leisure time. He either ran around on his mother's back or ran to a high place to reach the outside of the barrier, and opened his mouth and shouted nonsense in the face of the strong wind. She even wanted to climb along the tip of Melita's tail to the end, but Gao Wen stopped him quickly...

Now Gao Wen and Amber seriously suspect that the "chubby dragons will travel on their mother's back" described before Melita's takeoff is not the theoretical knowledge seen from the manual compiled by a bad scholar - this is too far from the actual situation!

"How could it be any theoretical knowledge!" Hearing Gao Wen's questioning, Melita immediately retorted seriously, "I have consulted... Ms. Enya, can she still not understand the matters of the Hive Dragon?"

Gao Wen didn't think anything was wrong when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he recalled that the retired dragon god seemed to be a theoretical school. According to the reliable information brought by the former God of Nature who did not want to be named and the neural network administrator who did not want to be exposed, Enya asked about the knowledge of hatching dragon cubs everywhere every day when she helped to hatch eggs, and even almost asked Pittman for help...

When he looked at the fun-loving dragon next to him, his eyes became subtle. He thought that this little guy could grow up healthily to this day thanks to the dragon's strong innate conditions. This time, Melita and Noreta took the two little guys back to Tallond. At least these two new mothers still have the opportunity to consult with the normal ancient dragons here to ask for some correct experience in raising children...

"Hey, why don't you talk?" Melita's voice suddenly came from the front, interrupting Gao Wen's random thoughts. "Are you worried about Noreta? Then you don't have to worry. Although you don't want to admit it, her flying skills are much better than mine..."

"Uh, I'm not worried about this," Gao Wen coughed awkwardly, and said cautiously from the side, "I just think you should not listen to Enya when taking care of the young dragon in the future. Her experience... Her perspective back then was different from that of mortals."

"You're right," Melita said casually, and then changed the subject, "By the way, do you have to go directly to the west coast after you arrive in Tallond? Or should you rest for a day or two in New Argondor? Just as you like, we can arrange it at any time - but the living conditions are definitely not as good as when you came last time..."

"Stop in Argondore first, I want to meet the big adventurer myself," Gao Wen said casually, "give Byron some time, he and his 'Winter number' are not as fast as you."

"Okay," Melita responded casually, and then muttered with a hint of emotion, "Oh... Without the means of real-time communication with Tallond, many things have become troublesome. Now relying on the most primitive methods to deliver cross-sea letters. Even if the fastest-flying White Dragon acts as a messenger, the news from Argondore will take a whole day to reach North Port... On the contrary, Loren, who used to appear backward, now has increasingly convenient real-time communication. The news from North Port can be delivered to Cecil in an instant, and even to the southernmost star temple of the mainland..."

"We are trying to solve this problem," Gao Wen nodded and said, "Cecil's communication experts, and you Tallond's technicians, are jointly considering a cross-sea communication solution that can replace the completely destroyed Omega network. There are two current ideas. One is to set up transit hubs at sea, relying on those permanent islands and floating automatic forwarding towers to achieve it - but this requires high construction costs and subsequent maintenance costs, and some offshore facilities also require long-term personnel, which is a considerable investment;

"The second solution is to set up super-power hub towers in Binhai County and North Port, and use the atmospheric structure to transmit signals. According to the information provided by your Tarlond technicians, the steady-state boundary layer of the atmosphere can reflect modulated arcane oscillation signals. The Omega Global Communication Network used similar technology, but this solution also has problems - after Omega left, with the current technical level of Loren and Tarlond, we may find it difficult to ensure the reliability of this solution."

Speaking of this cutting-edge technical problem, Gao Wen seemed very excited, but Amber on the side heard it drowsy. When Gao Wen finally finished speaking, the half-elf immediately yawned and muttered: "I'm just talking for a long time, it's not very reliable to realize the two solutions..."

"Strictly speaking, both solutions are possible, but we need to make some choices in terms of cost and reliability," Gao Wen said with a serious expression. "Considering the importance of Tallong as a member of the alliance, we must establish this cross-sea communication system no matter what."

"Create a cross-sea communication with Tallond..." Amber muttered, with emotion in his tone, "I really didn't expect that we would have to do such a thing, everything was developing so quickly."

Gao Wen didn't say anything, and he suddenly recalled the news he got from Enya before departure.

Regarding the "abnormality" detected by the magic goddess Milmina, the possibility that the memory of the gods would also be disturbed by some external force. The three former gods had new doubts and concerns about the "Sentinel", and these concerns were now pressing into Gao Wen's heart.

Amber is right, everything develops very quickly - but compared with one challenge after another that mortals will face, even this development speed may not be fast enough.

...

Cecil City, somewhere in a research facility deep in the Dark Mountains Disobedient Fortress, is brightly lit in a large laboratory.

Veronica, holding a platinum scepter in her hand, stood in front of the platform in the center of the laboratory, and looked at the crystal vessels placed on the platform with a calm expression. The crystal vessels were filled with half a box of gray-white sand. Under the bright lights sprinkled from the sky, they spread a layer of gray-white texture around them. This texture spreads to the platform, making the experimental platform with blue background appear the same color as if fading.

A voice from a technician came from nearby: "After the third weight test, the weight change generated by the sample after being affected by weight loss runes meets the expected curve. After the position is closed, the magic dissipation rate around the sample meets the expected curve. The sample is stable in a magic environment, without demon suppression, force field repulsion, and divine characteristics."

"The next stage of the test is ready, platform No. 2 has been vacated, and a pure sample is needed for magic immersion test..."

"The God Analysis Laboratory No. 16 came to contact us. The test on their side has been completed. The result report will be sent in thirty minutes..."

Listening to the orderly report and communication voices of the technicians coming from his ears, Veronica's quiet and gentle expression on her face had never changed. She stared at the sample in front of her for a long time, and after a long time, she muttered softly as if she was talking to herself: "Apart from these visual effects, is it really just ordinary sand... some constant illusion?"

"Veronica think tank chief," a researcher in a short white robe walked over from the side and bowed respectfully, "What is the arrangement after this round of tests?"

"We can have a break after we finish." Veronica looked back at the technician with a faint smile on her face - elsewhere, she has many different names. People call her Princess, her Saint Maiden, and her Holy Light. However, in these research facilities affiliated to the Theocratic Council, she is called "the chief of think tanks" within the technical department that analyzes the mysteries of the gods.

She likes this "internal title" that is different from elsewhere, which occasionally makes her recall things related to "disobedience to the plan". Although she closed the emotional logic of remembering the past and being deeply moved a long time ago, she is not resistant to this feedback mechanism that triggers memories - this will make her feel that she is still "alive".

"The next thing is to wait for the news," she nodded softly, and continued, "Wait for news from the 'Senior Advisory Department' and see if there will be any discoveries there."

"Senior Consultant..." The assistant researcher suddenly showed a solemn expression on his face. Obviously, the existence referred to by the term "Senior Consultant" is worthy of his seriousness.

At the same time, in the "deepest" of the Disobedience Fortress, in the Disobedience Courtyard located in the Shadow World, the body has shrunk a lot. The holy deer with his injuries has been healed and Milmina, who is surrounded by a magic curtain, are standing in front of them. In front of them, a high platform made of unknown materials are shaped. In the center of the platform, a large amount of gray-white sand and dust are piled up in the center of a magic array with extremely complex structures and vaguely emitting light blue light.

The gray-white halo around the sand and dust kept surging, as if they were trying to spread and infect some of their "traits" and wanted the surrounding magic circles to show the same gray-white texture. However, the strong aura filled with the magic circle successfully prevented the spread of the gray-white fields around the sand and dust - the latter's infectious ability is in every way in the material world. However, on this high platform shaped like an altar, it was compressed around the sand pile, and only spread a few millimeters at most.

"These sand really can't 'pollute' the runes you set," Amoen observed for a while, turned his head to the magic goddess beside him, and then his eyes couldn't help but fall on the other person-he saw a sign condensed with magic on his chest, just like the small signs hanging on the chest of those mortals working in the fortress, with letters condensed with magic on it-"Senior Consultant Milmina", "Do you have to hang such a sign on your body?"

"Of course, sense of ritual, do you understand what a sense of ritual is?" Milmina immediately replied, "We are now senior consultants of the Theocracy Council, and this is the first time we have personally led a research project as a senior consultant - we have been researched before, but this time we are responsible for research. Don't you think this needs to be more serious?"

Amoen replied casually: "I don't think it's true that you have such a sign on you..."

"You just don't want me to hang the sign for you," Milmina immediately glanced at the white giant deer, "'Senior Consultant Amoen', doesn't it sound majestic? How good it is to hang it on your body, you have to say it looks like a collar..."

"Enough, I don't want to discuss this with you anymore," Amoen couldn't help but interrupt before the other party finished speaking, and looked at the high platform at the same time. The platform was not built by humans, nor was it something that was already in the disobedient courtyard, but was shaped out of thin air by Milmina using the authority of the magic field. Under the joint action of the high platform and the magic array on it, the "shadow sand and dust" were completely isolated. "It seems that this thing has been running steadily. When will we start the next step?"

"Well, it looks almost done..." Milmina became a little serious. She stared at the dust in the center of the magic circle (this pile of sand was made by Amber for a long time. After all, the two "senior consultants" who were hosting the project here are too large), while sensing the information conveyed by the runes they set by themselves, "You and I will close your eyes later, and you can block all the rest of our perceptions as much as possible, but we should not leave the platform. Unblock it in a minute, and we will open our eyes together."

Amoen was still a little skeptical: "Can this process really work?"

"This is the advice given by Ms. Enya," Milmina said casually. "She seemed to have observed something from the dust, but her conditions were not suitable, so she told me the process. The Disobedient Fortress is a natural 'shield area', and the phenomenon we observed should be closer to the 'truth'."

"Well, I believe Ms. Eunya's judgment," Amoen nodded, "Start now?"

Milmina's eyes fell on the sand pile in the center of the platform for the last time, then she withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and nodded softly: "Go to go."

In the disobedient courtyard shrouded in boundless darkness and chaos, next to the high platform with shadows and sand, the two gods closed their eyes together. As they closed their eyes, the sand piled in the center of the magic circle suddenly dimmed, showing signs of "disappearance".

The next moment, Amoen activated his own strength again and began to block out his external perceptions and Milmina little by little.

As their perception was blocked, the sand and dust piled on the platform quickly became dim and transparent, as if the color and texture had faded away, and even as if the existence itself had faded away, disappearing little by little in the center of the magic circle...

And at the moment when all the sand and dust disappeared, the runes set by Milmina quickly flashed brightly!

However, Amoen and Milmina knew nothing about this at this moment. It was not until time passed quietly and the effect of perception blocking was lifted that Milmina's voice broke the silence: "Open your eyes."

Amoen opened his eyes, and his eyes, which were cast like crystal, saw the scene on the platform.

He saw the runes on the platform flashing rapidly. The complex magic array that made people feel dizzy at a glance was like a magic crystal lamp with bad contact. The chaotic light and shadow jumped over the magic array, and the original sand pile was gone, but many things like gray-white sand grains were constantly appearing and disappearing. This scene was like the pile of gray-white sand was exiled from this world, and now they were desperately trying to come back.

Amoen was stunned: "This...what is going on?"

"When the external observation is lost, the shadows and dust disappear. After the observers return, they try to reappear - however, the magic array I set will forcibly confine the 'state' within a certain range after leaving my observation," Milmina stared at the chaotic and flickering lights and shadows with a solemn expression, and said slowly and quietly, "What you see is the 'contradiction' that is imprisoned. According to the popular saying among the node scholars, it is a 'loop' and a loophole that arises after the conflict between the wrong derivatives and the real world."

(A book is recommended by friends, titled "The Conquest of Another World", which is a new work for new people, but the settings are quite interesting. I will post the introduction directly:

A sudden accident, a tourist bus carrying twenty-eight people traveled unpreparedly to a certain fairy world.

Time passes by, and a hundred years in another world pass by in a hurry.

Just as the descendants of this group of time travelers were facing crisis again, a sudden light gate connected the two worlds again...
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