In the afternoon, the warm sun shines on the small garden on the flank of the Palace of Cecil. The sun shines through the branches of the trees beside the road, sprinkling mottled spots on the road surface. There are new tender branches swaying in the wind on the treetops. Three or two spring birds lightly take off from one of the tender branches, and in the blink of an eye it crosses the high and cloudless blue sky.

Gao Wen, who was walking in the garden, stopped. He looked up at the direction where the birds flew. After a moment, he suddenly whispered to the air beside him: "The weather is warmer than in previous years."

"Maybe it was the 'Goddess of Spring''' recent good mood that made Spring stronger a little more powerful?" The next second, the sound of amber came from the air. Her figure gradually appeared beside Gao Wen, with a bright smile on her face, "By the way, can't you pretend you didn't notice me? I finally sneaked over and was hit by your casual exposing it..."

"Let's talk about it when you have the ability of Ms. Ye," Gao Wen rubbed the head of the shadow assault goose casually, and then walked forward while asking casually, "You brought the news from the Theocracy Council? How is the situation?"

Amber kept following Gao Wen's steps while chanting: "Don't worry, everything has been arranged. The Council has sent someone to deliver the notice to every church in the city today. The heads of each church expressed that they would actively cooperate with the preparations for the festival activities held this month. The Council has started to make arrangements for the plans for the whole year since half a month ago. As long as major denominations can actively cooperate, everything will be carried out according to the schedule."

Speaking of this, she paused and added: "The previous Resurrection Festival celebrations gave everyone a 'demonstration'. The churches of the Lord God should also understand that as long as they actively cooperate with the instructions of the Theocratic Council to ensure compliance with the laws of the empire, large-scale sacrificial activities can also be held smoothly in the city. From this point of view, the Resurrection Festival event was a successful 'rehears' for everyone."

Gao Wen listened and smiled slowly on his face: "It sounds like they are very cooperative. It seems that the contacts sent by major churches in the imperial capital have indeed been carefully selected."

"Nonsense, can you not cooperate? The grave grass that was the least cooperated back then can be weaved in a cold mat," Amber spread her hands. "It is true that Emperor Gao Wen is now polite to all parties, but the bloody smell behind your name has been unavoidable in recent years. Those smart people who can still stand in the cathedral today are not goldfish. They have a very good memory."

"It's a good thing they can remember, which can avoid a lot of trouble," Gao Wen's steps gradually slowed down. He raised his head and looked up at the high blue sky. In his sight, the magnificent and magnificent sun had crossed the highest point in the sky and was gradually approaching the horizon on the west side. The hazy light radiating around the sun occupied the sky like clouds and mist, occupying his sight. "...The project of the Sky Station, the large shield of the parent star, the magic tide observation device, and the shelters and archives in various places. All the projects have either entered the final stage or are entering the critical construction stage. At this time, we really have no extra energy to face the extra trouble."

Amber looked up at Gao Wen. She looked a little hesitant, but after a moment, she still spoke up and said what she thought: "Why must we arrange the start time of the Ragnarok plan to the day the mother star barrier is started? In theory, before that day we can get enough of the 'equivalence' required by the Kingdom of Gods. As long as we ensure that all Kingdoms of Gods act at the same time, Ragnarok can be completed before the arrival of the demon tide... Can't we solve this big trouble in advance? In this way, we can feel at ease in the future and start the barrier without worries."

Gao Wen turned his head slightly and looked at Amber, patiently speaking, "I know you are worried that putting these two major problems together will cause some people to be in a hurry, but in fact... in the entire Ragnarok plan, except for the early ‘cargo delivery’ process, there is almost no room for us to intervene. The most critical part of the entire plan will be completed by the human part of the gods alone, and from the other side, the mother star barrier plan is completed by mortals alone. Do you understand? These are actually two separate lines.

"So, whether the Ragnarok plan is launched in advance or delayed, it will not interfere with the actions on the other line. On the other hand, the actions of the gods in advance will not increase the success rate of the entire plan. On the contrary, if we are patient, we will have as much time as possible to prepare, which may make the success rate of the entire plan a little higher...

"On the earthly side, the part we can help the gods is to transport more 'ammunition' over. Prepare for one more day means that the human half of the gods can have more trump cards in their hands, so we must prepare until the last moment and use all the energy we can use. In a sense, the problem we want to solve this time is actually very simple, equivalent, equivalent is success rate, and everything else is virtual."

Amber listened to Gao Wen's explanation thoughtfully and nodded slowly: "As it is true, there is only one chance to blow up early or late. It is meaningless to detonate early except to ask for peace of mind in advance. It is better to wait patiently until the barrier of the mother star is activated and build an absolute advantage... But then again, how much are you going to pile up to 'over there'? I see your expression, why do you think the previous estimates of the Council were conservative..."

Gao Wen thought about it and looked calm: "Rebecca and I made some calculations and planned to do the minimum and minimum according to three times the planned amount. This is called 'safety margin'..."

Amber was stunned when he heard this: "The security margin of God TM... Should I complain about the problem you actually made up for Rebecca or should I complain about the calculation of the equivalent as the security margin..."

Listening to the skillful speech and sentences of the Shadow Assault Goose, Gao Wen immediately looked relieved: "...Your way of speaking now has a lot of charm."

"Don't say this," Amber was rarely more serious than Gao Wen this time. It seemed that the target equivalent of three times the theoretical value scared her. She stared at Gao Wen, "Have you discussed this with the gods? Don't they don't know that at that time, and it will be destroyed in one go..."

"Don't worry, I'm not so reckless," Gao Wen looked at the dwarf winter melon in front of him with a smile. He rarely had the chance to see this guy react like this. He felt quite interesting at this moment. "I have discussed these things with the human half-body of the gods. This is an initiative to increase the final success rate. They are very happy and willing to cooperate actively. Moreover, after accurate calculations, Rebecca also gave detailed safety guidance to prevent the human half-body from being accidentally damaged."

"...If you have safety guidance, that's OK," Amber finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt something was wrong, "Wait, the safety guidance given by Rebecca? How did she guide her?"

Gao Wen thought about it and looked calm: "Squat away when it explodes."

Amber: "...You two are serious?!"

Gao Wen waved his hand: "Don't worry, they are all supported by data, and you don't have to worry about the human body of the gods. No matter what, they are, they are one of the essence of God. They are very hard-working. Even if they are rubbed on the outer edge of the explosion area, at most they will be covered in blood but left in the explosion heart. The divine body, which is left in the explosion heart, will definitely die thoroughly."

Amber held it in for a long time, and finally said, "...You and Rebecca are really worthy of being a family..."

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This year was the 5th year of Cecil. On the 25th of the month of recovery, a large-scale celebration finally held the conspiracy between gods and mortals as scheduled. The prelude to Ragnarok Twilight. A good opportunity that Ms. Ye won for this world was finally packaged as the greatest sacrifice of the year.

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The scale of this celebration spread throughout the alliance, not only the three major empires, but each member of the alliance held a celebration ceremony in its own capital.

In name, this celebration was to commemorate the establishment of the Alliance, to commemorate the sacred agreements that laid the historical trajectory at the 112 Conference, and to pray for the entire world and to commemorate the difficult victory in the Battle of Wasteland. In essence, this celebration was a prelude to the Loren civilization's advance towards adulthood. On hundreds of ritual sacrifice venues throughout the Alliance, hundreds of giant arms warehouses were emptied in one day, and outside the sight of believers and priests, the tomb that symbolizes the end of the Age of the Gods has been gradually raised.

Deep in the shadow world, in the courtyard shrouded in endless chaos and darkness, the glimmer of the golden oak illuminates the nursery of the God of Nature. Amoen got up from the oak tree and slowly came to the border of the garden. He looked at the open wasteland outside the garden with some trance. It was the gathering venue where the gods and mortals jointly prepared the "Raise of Gods Project" and it was also the venue where mortals taught the gods "Cecilian modern martial arts skills" to the gods. But today, there was no one in this gathering venue.

On the edge of the huge open space, the light emitted by the high-power magic crystal stone lamp illuminated the entire venue. The high platform in the center of the gathering venue stood alone in the center of the light. Some huge rocks were scattered around the platform, and some bumpy traces were distributed in the corner area of ​​this "classroom". Most of the bumpy traces were accidentally created by the gods when they were practicing explosives, and about half of the traces were from the cursed goddess Ms. Jizina.

Fortunately, Ms. Jizna finally passed the exam...

After looking at the gathering venue in a daze for a long time, recalling the lively scenes of "teaching" here in my mind. Amoen finally shook his head and slowly sat down on the border of the garden, muttering in his mouth: "I'm all busy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nearby magic net terminal suddenly made a buzzing sound, and then Milmina's teasing sounded in his ears: "Don't let out such an sigh like the lonely and widowed old man who stayed at home after his children went out to work?"

Amoen turned his head and looked at the magic net terminal next to him, and the figure of Milmina floating above the terminal, and his head shook his left and right: "It was very lively here a while ago. Rebecca came here almost every day to teach the 'Humanity of God's'. I watched them discuss courses in the gathering venue, burying their heads to do questions and practical tests. That was really interesting. Now that the course is over, the plan is in progress, and the second stage, it suddenly becomes quiet here... I am really a little uncomfortable."

Milmina in the communication screen glanced here. She actually knew what the "oldest god of the season" was thinking. She knew that Amoen was worried that the Ragnarok plan would eventually fail, and that everyone's confident preparations and plans would ultimately not be able to defeat the malice of fate these days. But in the end, she suppressed all these thoughts and used a joke: "You are because the world is holding celebrations, and you can't go anywhere, and you are unbalanced."

Amoen narrowed his eyes, adjusted his more comfortable position and lay in the nursery, muttering casually: "You said that's right, anyway, it's so lively, we both can't go anywhere..."

"What's the point of getting together with this kind of excitement?" Milmina curled her lips, "Besides the sacrifice rituals and sacrifice rituals, were you not cheated by this thing when you were God? Anyway, I saw that there was a psychological shadow in the mortals' sacrifices. When they were hot, they threw all kinds of strange things into the kingdom of God. If you don't collect them, they will still be dead. If you take them... That thing is really useless. The belief in the magic goddess in my name is still a rare sacrifice ritual. I don't dare to imagine what it was like like you, a guy with a long history and a lot of believers who collected sacrifices back then."

"That's true..." Amoen seemed to recall some ancient scenes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. "The sacrifice ceremony of the Natural Sect did make me very difficult. The elves didn't know what they thought. They could make so many strange celebrations for me, and the entire Southern Continent was almost everywhere. I was quite straightforward back then. Anyway, I continued to take the things from the children and didn't want to throw them out..."

Milmina rarely hears Amoen take the initiative to talk to her about what happened before "White Star Falls". The expression on her face is a little curious: "What?"

"Then? Then there is no place to live under the reincarnation tree. I have been lying on the border of the Kingdom of God for more than two hundred years," Amoen sighed. "And then I don't think I can do this. There is really no place to put my feet at home, so I finally made up my mind to throw the sacrifices into the deep sea. I also issued an oracle to the high priests at that time without defiing the tendency of thought, implying that they will change to a unified national sacrifice in the future, and there will be no need to prepare sacrifices during local religious activities..."

Milmina was stunned when she heard this. After Amoen finished speaking, she muttered for a while: "Then you were really honest back then... How much do they give you, do you really get?"

"Aren't I worried that they were sad?" Amoen shook his head, and the two small flowers on the antlers swayed in the glimmer of light. "As a result, it was not until the young gods came here to gather here a while ago that I realized that I only took all of them. They usually just collected inconspicuous souvenirs. Some of them were very thoughtful and even designated dew as sacrifices..."

Milmina: "...No, I have to tell the little queen about you to help her consolidate her disobedience..."

"I won't take you like this!" Amoin immediately stood up, "Just chat, why are the chat records still being transmitted?"

"I'll just say that," Milmina smiled, her smile obviously much lighter than before. "Look, aren't it fun to say something that felt heavy back then?"

Amoen muffled: "…I feel like this is just bringing you fun."

Milmina did not refute this sentence. She just narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling something, and as if she was thinking. After a quiet time, she suddenly spoke: "The component of the last sensor tower has just been transported to the ancestor's plain."

Amoen was stunned for a moment and quickly realized: "When the sensor is assembled, can you..."

"Yes," Milmina said softly, "I will be the first eye on this planet to look into the depths of the starry sky and see the traces left by the demon tide among the stars."

Amoen lowered his head, and he didn't know what to say at this time, and only said one sentence for a long time: "...I wish you good luck."

"I wish all of us well."
Chapter completed!