Sword of Daybreaker

Listening to Andal’s words, the expression on Herragor’s face became more and more serious, and the room fell into a short period of silence. In the silence, the former dragon priest suddenly outlined a complex in the air with his fingers. The pale golden rune of the —— As the rune gradually dissipated, the whole room was enveloped by invisible power, and it was isolated from the outside world.

   "What do you think about that monster?" He looked at Andal in the communication interface and asked in a low voice.

"Since the arrival of the sailors, every civilization change on this planet has been under our gaze, and we have recorded every **** born during this period...including their real names, mythological characteristics, domains of authority, and even Wreckage fragments left after the accidental fall, but I just recalled all the information, and I couldn’t find a **** that fits Modil’s description, even considering the possible “distortion” factors that may occur under long-term sealing or exile. ..."

"Amorphous flesh, irrational roar, flowing appearance, changing runes-this is not the form that normal gods should have, and even the evil **** is not so blasphemous and ugly," Herragor said in a deep voice. "Normal gods originate from the shaping of thoughts, while mortal thoughts are rooted in the mortal's'average rationality'. Reason does not allow such distorted and frantic products to be formed in thoughts, unless there is a problem in the birth process of this god... …

"The thing that Modil described has very obvious characteristics of out-of-control madness, but he can fight against ancient gods like Lady Night, and it seems to have been fighting for an unknown number of years. This shows that his fighting instinct is very powerful, even It is possible that his "crazy" is his "normal". Under the surface that seems to be out of control, maybe he still has reason or even...wisdom."

Andal nodded lightly, thinking while saying: "The gods will decline drastically after they lose faith support, but if a **** survives for more than 1.8 million years, then the situation is a different matter. Ms. Ye is with us. No one knows how much power and wisdom he has accumulated over such a long period of time, the gods of the past are the same ancient gods... and the'Cthulhu' who can fight against him to this day is at least an equivalent existence..."

  Hragor did not speak, but remained silent as if he was thinking. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly broke the silence: "Seriously, did you think about it too..."

"Things conceived in that tower," Andal's expression on his face changed obviously, and his tone was quite complex and serious. "Although there is no clear evidence, if the scope is limited to things that are'like gods and not gods', I I can only think of that thing."

"It is true," Herragor agreed. "The gods that were born from the legacy of the sailors did meet the conditions of the'abnormal birth process', and because of the rapid destruction of the reverse tide empire, the gods they created also It is indeed very likely to be in that state of out-of-control madness. Some of the details that Modil mentioned are in line with the characteristics of'out-of-control knowledge', but there is one question... shouldn't that thing be in the tower?!"

  The two dragon leaders at both ends of the communication device fell silent in unison. After a few seconds of silence, Andal said with a very serious tone: "Perhaps we should take a risk...that tower can't be left alone."

  ……

Thick and gloomy city walls are arching the strangely stacked city, and tall towers stand between the row upon row of eaves and spires pointing to the sky. Under the tower, there are layers of houses that do not conform to the spatial laws, and those skewed high walls. And winding alleys spread across the surface like some kind of intricate nest-the buildings in this city of a thousand towers are so crowded and dense that almost all the figures walking in the city will be covered by these stacked buildings Covered up, even if you occasionally see people wearing mage robes flying between the houses, they are swiftly and hurriedly like a ghost in the night.

And in the center of this city of thousand towers, the towering royal giant "Dark Court" stands still under the eternally dim sky vortex as always, and the "Eye of Night" floating on the top of the tower exudes a cold and dim light, quietly overlooking The city below seems to have a certain divine transcendence.

From the inside of the tower all the way down, after passing through the stacked floors, houses and corridors, there is the "Night Cave" at the bottom of the tower. The "Dreamless" guards are gathering there like a mirror at this time. Beside the black "water pool", the godly rituals are performing vitally important rituals. The top of the sticks in their hands exudes a different light from the past-it is a group of pale flames, as if the dim light squeezed out of the shadows. Generally, they burn quietly, but they can only illuminate a small space around them.

The guards prayed in unison under the gleam of light, one by one, low and obscure syllables flowed from their throats. It was an ancient spell, a language that did not belong to this era. These voices were superimposed on Together, as weird as nightmares, they echoed in the cave, everywhere and disappeared at any time.

This kind of prayer lasted for an unknown period of time before the leader among the guards suddenly stopped. Then the people beside him stopped their prayers one by one in a certain order, accompanied by the sound echoing in the cave a little bit calmly. Personal gazes couldn't help but fall on the surface of the dark "water pool"-in their gaze, the dark surface was extremely quiet at first, and then suddenly ripples appeared.

  The guards looked tense, and were always alert for unexpected changes in the mirror, but when a low and gentle whisper came from the mirror, the nerves of every guard were obviously relaxed.

Their leader listened, as if recognizing a clear will from the low and gentle voice. He nodded as he listened, showing respectful and joyful expression on his face, until all the voices disappeared and the ripples on the mirror returned to calm. , He only stepped back slightly, and the pale flame at the top of the staff in his hand also turned into a normal magical light ball.

At the top of the dark palace, in a round room covered with a dark red carpet, Prince Nash Nalt, the Secret Prince, was sitting at his desk reading a letter from a distance. Suddenly he seemed to perceive something and looked up at the desk. Edge-a crystal ball floating there brightened in the next second, and inside the crystal ball emerged the slightly pale face of the leader of the Underground Guardian.

   "Prince," the leader of the guards said, with respect in his tone, "the ceremony is over."

   "Thanks for your hard work, Rudolph, is everything going well?" Prince Nash put down the letter in his hand and nodded slightly to the leader of the guards, "What is the metaphor from our Lord?"

The look of the leader of the guards became reverent and solemn: "The Lord said, let us continue to act in the same direction as before. We must continue to select intelligent and qualified talents from the continent of Loren, teach them the secrets of magic, and continue to assist Luo. The mortal races of Lun Continent build their knowledge system and guard the civilization process of this season-now that the time is approaching, preparations for the selection of the next batch of apprentices can begin."

   "Hmm..." Prince Nash nodded lightly, as if all this was within his expectation, "Are there no more metaphors besides that? Has the Lord ever mentioned whether he will return?"

   "Never mentioned it," the leader of the guard shook his head, "It seems that the Lord needs a longer time to sleep."

   "I understand," Prince Nash sighed and nodded and said, "Go down and rest. Time for the changing of guards is almost here."

The black-robed man in the crystal ball bowed slightly, and his figure quickly disappeared in front of Prince Nash, and it was not until the crystal was completely dimmed that the secret prince behind the desk finally got up, and he was in the room with a thoughtful expression. Pace slowly in the middle. After walking around in this way, he suddenly stopped, and the simple magic mirror hanging on the wall not far away from him turned on almost at the same time.

The mirror reflected the scene in the room, but did not reflect the figure of Prince Nash. Instead, a beautiful lady with a quiet temperament walked out from the depths of the mirror, as if walking towards a window, without any hurries. Walked to the mirror.

   "Benadedo," Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror, frowning slightly, "Aren't you resting? I remember today is the day for the tower core maintenance..."

"Aha-I'm resting, but you go round and round, I can't be blind," the lady in the mirror said helplessly, "don't forget that your mind is closely connected with the dark court —— Let’s talk about it, what happened again that made our powerful prince of secret magic worry like this? Is it because the northern dragons finally made up their minds to come to the island to make trouble? Or are the guys in the deep sea with their heads in the water? Making trouble, more than 10,000 Krakens got lost, swam to Violet, and landed on Prandall?"

Before Benedetto finished speaking, Prince Nash was already sweating on his feet, and he shrank his neck and waved his hand: "Stop, stop, when did your imagination become so strong-that terrible scene is also bad for you to think." Come out."

   "So what happened?" Bernadette raised her eyebrows, "It's rare that you have this kind of worry."

Prince Nash hesitated, but after all he felt that there was no need to hide from the person in the mirror, he nodded slightly and said: "You should know that today is the day of prayer. Rudolf led the dreamless to pray in the cave of night... "

   "Ah, I know I know," Benadido nodded immediately, "What? Our Lord finally decided to wake up and return to the world?"

"No," Prince Nash shook his head, "The Lord has not yet awakened. He just sent an order from the dream, ordering us to continue to carry out our previous will, to select apprentices in Loren Continent to teach, and to teach Violet Magic in Loren Continent. Mystery..."

"What's the problem with this?" Benadido tilted his head, and three gleaming question mark patterns appeared on the mirror. "Didn't we all do this for hundreds of years? I haven't seen you feeling upset about this."

"I have no idea about recruiting apprentices. It's just about helping the mortal kingdoms of Loren Continent to build a magic system... Suddenly I was a little confused," Prince Nash carefully considered his words, even if he was in the "Man in the Mirror" In front of him, he didn’t want to show any doubts and negligence about the "Lord". "In the past few years, you, like me, are also paying attention to the changes in the situation in the Loren continent. From your point of view, the countries of the Loren continent are really real now. Do you still need us'help' to build a'magic system'?"

Benadido frowned, seemingly wondering why Prince Nash had such an idea suddenly, but she still thought about it seriously, and said her own opinion: "If you don’t take me to practice again after listening, If you are-I don't think this is necessary."

  Prince Nash did not speak, but gestured to the lady in the mirror to continue speaking with his eyes.

"Before the Deep Blue Well exploded, the Gondor Empire and many countries around it were indeed deeply damaged. The failure of magical technology and the collapse of the old knowledge system were a fact. At that time they really needed our help, but after so many years, the nations of Loren It has been proven that they are not incompetent-they have either established a new magic system with our help, or have developed a new technology with their own efforts. Typhon built modern magic on the basis of Gondor’s legacy, The Ogure tribe has unique witchcraft and goblin spells, Anzu...now called Cecil, and they have created magic machinery based on the old magic...You should know these things better than me. .

"It is very obvious that these countries have already walked out of the shadow of that disaster by themselves, and they are doing well now. Of course, the traditional wizards still yearn for the infinite mystery of Violet, the "land of wizards". They yearn for us. I am eager to become an apprentice in the city of a thousand towers, but from the level of the country and even the civilization...I think the continent of Loren doesn’t need our kind of systematic help anymore."

Having said this, the lady in the mirror paused and said in a summary: "In short, I think it's okay to recruit apprentices of magic, but when it comes to'helping' the nations of the Loren continent to build a magic system... I think this is a bit out of touch. The time is up."

  Prince Nash looked at Benadido in the mirror, and sighed helplessly: "...If your words are known by the high-levels of the Secret Society, I am afraid they will really be demolished and re-refined."

  Bennadido suddenly stared: "Hey, these are all you told me to say!"

Prince Nash waved his hand, saying that he was just making a joke, and then slowly said with a weird look: "Actually...I have similar views. I know that I should not question the Lord’s will, and his original intentions. Obviously it is also to help the mortal civilization of this season, but with the changes in the actual situation on the Loren continent in the last hundred years, I have to start to doubt whether what we have been doing is still necessary. To say something extremely offensive... Lord Him ...It seems that I don't know the changes in this world..."

  Listening to Prince Nash’s words, the face of Benadido in the mirror suddenly changed slightly. The next second she looked at Nash’s eyes very seriously: “Speak carefully, Nash—Of course the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent.”

  Prince Nash was taken aback, and immediately consciously fumbled. After quickly condensing the overly dissipated thoughts in his mind, he straightened his expression and nodded slightly: "I understand, of course the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."

"Then under the premise of the Lord's omniscience and omnipotence, all the arrangements He makes must have His reason," Bernadette said with a stern face and deliberately expressionlessly, "He thinks we should help Loren The nations don’t teach the mystery of magic to humans, elves, and dwarves for free, so we should do that.”

  Prince Nash looked at the person in the mirror helplessly: "...Your tone now really resembles those old people in the Secret Society."

  Benadedo in the mirror put away the deliberately serious expression, and asked nervously: "This way, they shouldn't tear me apart and rework, right?"

   "It wouldn't be," Prince Nash sighed, "Do you know how expensive you are..."