The eruption of human nature often originates from the decline of divine nature.

In the vast and boundless courtyard of shadows, the two former gods fell into silence and thought at the same time. Only the magic net terminal next to them was still projecting light and shadow and sound from the mortal world. This silence lasted for a long time, and Milmina suddenly broke the silence: "It seems that it is correct to find you to spend time... If it were me, it might take a long time to observe my own changes."

Amoen's eyes fell quietly on Milmina: "So that's why you've been coming to disturb me?"

"No, the main reason is that you have a network here."

"...Well, at least honesty is a good character," Amoen seemed to sigh, but finally got back to the topic, "So talk about your 'humanity' - do you have a clue, why your humanity part has improved so quickly?"

"What do I have any clue?" Milmina shook her head, and the confusion in her tone came from the heart. "After all I have done so far is an adventure, an experiment. There were no previous examples for reference, and there were not many exact data in the process. My changes in my own divinity and human nature were just based on my feelings. Perhaps this is the normal situation now? No matter what... human nature is erect and divinity declines, this is always a good thing."

"Divineness means madness. The more we tend toward it, the more we are away from reason. But on the other hand, divinity also means the connection between us and the mortals. Mortals will not suddenly forget certain things collectively, so this connection cannot disappear out of thin air..." Amoen's eyes were as clear as crystal, and his voice echoed gently in the courtyard. "According to our understanding, the mortal world has neither a large-scale population decline in recent times, nor can it be that the trend of thoughts throughout the world will change in a few months. Your current divine decline is obviously far faster than the speed of mortals forgetting you... This is a huge abnormality. I think it is best not to explain the past casually with the words "This is all good things."

"...Okay, I think that in just a few months, ordinary people will not have forgotten me," Milmina was silent for a moment, and had to restrain her indifferent appearance and began to take Amoen's questions seriously. "But when it comes to my 'human nature'... Lao Lu, you seem to have changed a little recently. Haven't you noticed it yourself?"

"I don't like the nickname you gave me," Amoen said immediately, then his eyes narrowed a little, a sign that he was trapped in thinking, "You say I've changed recently?"

"Yes, and it's changing a lot," Milmina said very directly. "The biggest change is that you talk a lot now, and there are more and more 'initiative' in your personality - I still remember when you first met you, and although you are still very slow, you are no longer lazy."

Amoen fell into deep thought, and in his thoughts he slowly said, "So... the divine parts of you and me are declining, and thus lead to us as a more ‘human’ state. This change has happened recently... and the mortal world has not undergone a corresponding huge change recently - so what do you think is the most likely explanation?"

"Something is interfering with the connection between us and the 'thought'," Milmina's thoughts quickly and she immediately expressed her thoughts, "or are filtering out the impact of the thought on us!"

"What would that be?" Amoen's voice sounded a little cautious, even with a hint of nervousness. Although he was once the supreme god believed in by the elves, he is now trapped here and has almost no ability to control the direction of anything. Therefore, he is particularly sensitive to unknown changes. "Who will have what purpose to interfere with the connection between us and the mortal trends? Who has such ability?"

"I don't know, I lack love as much as you..." Milmina shook her head, but the next second, her eyes suddenly fell on the broken earth in front of Amoen - this broken ground connected to the atrium of the disobedient courtyard and the portal of the disobedient fortress in the distance. It was once empty and deserted, but now it is filled with a lot of "things" from the mortal world, including a matrix of magic nets that emit light, a crystal device floating in the air, and many new things that even Milmina cannot recognize. It seems that human experts invented after she left the material world. These magic machines of all sizes are distributed around Amoen, operating quietly under an unsupervised state, looking orderly.

To the huge gods, they are as inconspicuous as many luminous small stones scattered around them, but they are also a bit beautiful and cute.

Milmina showed a thoughtful expression on her face: "When they helped you set up these things, have they introduced the names and functions of each of these machines to you?"

Amoen sighed: "I said that the person who came here to install the equipment was the mortal named Kamair. He came and went in a hurry and did not explain too much to me. Why, are there any problems with these machines?"

"Although I really doubt that you just didn't remember or understood the explanation of that mortal, I have no evidence," Milmina said, her eyes filled with the glory of the arcane squinted slightly. "I can't see the problem, but I have seen how this 'magic network communication' system invented by mortals works. I didn't pay attention to the machines around you before, but now I think about it... If you just want to maintain communication that disobeys the courtyard and the material world, you won't be able to use so many machines, especially these floating crystals..."

"What do these floating crystals do?" Amoen couldn't help asking curiously.

"In most cases, they are used to spread magic net signals or stabilize magic environments - although the courtyard is large, in fact, to cover such a large courtyard, only one crystal is enough. Even if it is included in the backup, only two or three such equipment are needed. However, there are more than a dozen crystals arranged around you, as well as these supporting matrices, and the extra-large one... I can't tell what it is for."

Milmina said, finally stood up, her figure rising up like a tower. She walked between the devices of all sizes, swept across the entire area around Amoen, and finally realized: "...Only a small part of these things are really used to maintain the communication function of your magic network terminal, and the rest... are to create some kind of 'environment' around you."

Amoen finally reacted little by little, his eyes clear and bright: "So, this is an experiment - some kind of experiment conducted in the name of helping to set up Magic Network Communications."

Milmina turned her head and looked at the former God of Nature with a smile: "What? I feel like they deceived you? I'm not satisfied with their real motivations hiding?"

"No, they are helping me." After a few seconds of silence, Amoen whispered a silence, his voice as gentle as ever, "I have been lying here for three thousand years, but my thinking ability has not yet deteriorated."

"They are helping us," Milmina looked at Amoen for a while, walked back to her seat just now and sat down again. "Although I don't know what they did, they are obviously trying to cut off the remaining chains on you and me... It turns out that we are not the only so-called 'gods' who work hard to break free from the chains."

This time, Amoen did not refute the word "we" that the other party said. He just thought quietly and after a long time he said, "So, they are still standing with us..."

"This requires a little tacit understanding." Milmina said.

Amoen didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, his voice sounded again in the chaotic and gloomy world: "Don't run farther, the power of these devices may only cover my small yard."

There was no echo heard by his side, and Amoen couldn't help but open his eyes. He looked aside and saw that the lady as tall as a bell tower had been sitting next to a huge wreckage of the engine of a huge spacecraft, lowering her head as if she was asleep. For many days in the past, she had been consciously keeping a distance from these wrecks, because these legacies from the setter had always made her divine part uncomfortable, but at this moment she leaned on it and fell asleep without warning.

Amoen looked in that direction quietly, but finally didn't speak to wake him up - for a god, it was not easy to have a good night's sleep.

"Good night."

...

In the experimental hall of the Empire Computing Center, Yuri, a Node Bachelor, gently rubbed his forehead, which was a little sore due to long-term concentration. His eyes swept over the data projected from a surveillance device next to him, and then retracted his gaze and continued to pay attention to the "tides" that were rising and falling behind the mental hub.

The essence of this "tide" is actually the "non-directing trend" from the deepest layer of neural networks. It is the data ripples generated by tens of thousands of human minds in the unconscious dreams of the group. These are derived from human minds but have no meaning. At the same time, they are constantly refreshing and reorganizing the complex data is a by-product of neural networks.

For hundreds of years, the Eternal Sleepers have regarded it as an extremely dangerous "mind slug" because it can almost swallow up any ordinary mind that falls into it. In that chaotic and disordered quagmire of thinking, the most broken, most illogical, and most incomprehensible fragments of consciousness surge like disorderly turbulence in the sea. Whether reason or madness is meaningless in the face of such absolute emptiness and chaos, the mind of mortals will be exhausted and collapsed in an instant when they enter it. No one has ever thought that this "mile" that can cause any mind to dry up and die in a mess is actually useful.

Anti-Divine Barrier.

A beautiful lady wearing a white researcher uniform and tied her hair came to Yuri, her voice as soft as a singing voice: "At present, the barrier generators we set up in the courtyard area are all effective. After laying non-directional thoughts as barriers around the target, the divine pollution leaked was quickly weakened to the vicinity of the safety value."

"The extreme of human nature is divineness, and the extreme of divineness is madness, but the premise of this chain is that the 'thought' must point to the gods - if there is no directionality in even the thought trend, then even the strongest chain will break like losing a key link... We have never understood such a simple truth until today."

"There are many simple truths in the world, but if you are not lucky, we may not think of them until the end of the world," the lady with a pleasant voice smiled, and then the topic changed. "It's a pity that we can't directly confirm the target's own status now, and don't know how the target feels in this process..."

"This may be just hopeful, Ms. Wendy," Yuri said, "but the good news is that we are moving very fast, and maybe it won't take long to communicate directly with 'over there', and we don't have to cooperate with each other based on our feelings."

Wendy nodded, then her eyes fell on Yuri's face - a hint of fatigue was hidden deep in that face, and the outside of her eyes seemed to be darker than yesterday, which made her a little worried: "Should you take a break? You seem to have not rested recently to test these things."

Yuri waved his hand and took out a small glass bottle from his close-fitting pocket. He unscrewed the cap and drank the alchemy potion inside. He immediately became energetic again - except for the dark circles, "It's okay, compared to when I was studying neural simulation pulses at Orlandell headquarters, this workload is nothing now."

Wendy looked at the alchemy potion bottle that Yuri threw in the trash can next to her, sighed helplessly, and took out the same bottle of potion from her arms...

When did the former eternal sleepers lose their sleep one by one?

...

Under the solemn thirty-two ancient stone pillars, the conference hall was in the final silence before the vote.

This is the last vote on the entire agenda. For the delegates present, this vote is more important than any previous round of votes, and the decision is even more difficult.

As Gowen said, establishing a theocracy council is not just about paying some human and material costs for all countries. This means that many social changes, and even for some countries, it means that their social order will be tested, and not all rulers have the courage to face such challenges.

But this incident has another level of attraction for many representatives—part of the concept of the Theocratic Council is just right for leaders who already want to weaken the authority of the Holy See and who want to strengthen centralization.

But those parts that involve popularizing education and improving citizens' rights make some people hesitate.

It is difficult to make a decision in terms of trade-offs.

Gao Wen's eyes were calmly staring at the quiet venue. In the silence, Rosetta Augustus's voice finally broke the silence first: "Tifeng joins."

Under the huge stone pillar not far away, a layer of magic glow appeared on the surface of the flag with black background and red patterns, and Tifeng's seat seemed bright in the light.

"The Silver Empire joined." Belsetia's voice rang out, followed by the flags of the elves.

"Tarlond joins." "The Duchy of the Holy Dragon joins."

"Kaoling Kingdom is willing to join the Theocracy Council."

"The Northern City-State Jointly agreed."

"Augure Tribe State..."

The difficult weighing was finally over, as if a halo suddenly spread in the venue. The flags representing the mortals and the countries were lit one after another. The clear light rose from the surroundings of the conference hall like a dawn, covering the faces of all the representatives on the scene.

No matter how many of them are still swaying in their hearts—the arrow is drawn without turning back.
Chapter completed!