This time, it's really time to leave.

Gao Wen glanced at the refreshments and drinks placed on the round table in front of him, and smiled sincerely and said, "I think I will miss this 'reflection' - this is one of my best experiences in Tallond."

Dragon God looked at Gao Wen deeply: "It seems... it is a taste you have never tasted since you came to this world."

"I tried to make something similar, but it failed in the end," Gao Wen smiled. Only in front of this god who knew a lot of things could he talk about these things with confidence. He looked at the oak cup on the table again, with a regretful expression on his face. "It's a pity that reflection... can't be reproduced with human hands."

The Dragon God was a little curious: "...Will wanderers outside the domain miss homesome?"

"Occasionally - although I can't remember the appearance of my hometown."

...

"My Lord, they have left Tallond."

Heragor, who went to see the guests off, returned to the hall of the upper temple, came to Long Shen Enya, who was still standing quietly in the center of the hall, and said respectfully with his hands down.

"I get it," the Dragon God glanced at Hragor lightly, "Then you go and rest too - I don't need service here for the time being."

Hragor looked up at the god slightly, lowered his head to take the order: "...yes."

But after receiving the order, the high-level dragon priest did not leave immediately, but stood there as if he had something to say, looking a little hesitant.

"Tell me," Long Shen said calmly, "What do you want to ask?"

"You look worried and tired," Hragore said, bowing his head, "is it because of the last issue we discussed with that human being?"

"... Let's just count it," said the Dragon God lightly, "Maybe... I'm a little envious of them."

Hragore looked up and said, "Envy?"

"I envy them for not going too far, so I still have the opportunity to choose and try and make mistakes," Dragon God looked at Heragor's eyes quietly, "I also envy them for being so young, with courage and spirit still there."

The hall became quite quiet, and Hragor seemed to hear the powerful beating of his heart—a healthy, vibrant original heart, not a complex bionic pump that interwoven metal and polymer.

One master and one servant stood opposite each other like this, and time seemed to be frozen in this temple.

...

The special guests left, and they stirred up a little bit of tiny waves in the eternal and calm pool of Tallond, but the wave immediately calmed down as they left. In the operation of the huge, sophisticated, cold machine of the Dragon Kingdom, the small ripples caused by outsiders did not make much change to this society - the ripples became only a few pieces of news, a few interpreted stories, a few discussions on the Internet, and a few short-lived hot spots, and then were flooded by the vast torrent of entertainment and useless information in the Omega network, becoming without a trace.

The upper class citizens continue to do their busy but meaningless work, while the lower class citizens continue to indulge in arena and neural entertainment under the dual effects of synergists and hallucinogens.

Perhaps only Omega's database will keep recording this small "footnote" as faithfully as ever.

Deep on the west side of the mainland, in a giant mine near the coastal area, orderly automatic machinery is busy shuttled, transport trains are constantly speeding in complex spider-web-like mineways, managers and robots are busy between a large number of warehouses and isolation rooms. In the shelves or containers they carry and inspect, most of the stored metal fragments emitting strange starlight, or broken and twisted crystal debris that cannot be seen in the original appearance.

This is one of the main warehouses of the Mithril Treasure House and one of the highest security levels. The ones stored here are all "special collections" with storage levels above ten.

The relics of the tide, taboo items from the Anti-Tide Empire, or the stubborn wreckage left by ancient gods who have been stubborn and unwilling to dissipate after several demon tides.

This is the result of the dragons' continuous recycling from the outside world for more than one million years - in a sense, the statement in the human world that the dragons all like gold, silver and wealth and love to collect rare treasures is also inseparable from this collection behavior.

This rigorous treasure house transformed based on the mine has basically not many dragons as a guard - the Omega-controlled group controls everything here. The combat machine is more reliable than the dragon and is more efficient when responding to the Omega command. In fact, in the storage facilities above level seven, there are basically no ordinary dragons.

Moreover, this warehouse also preserves a large number of things related to the people. Although the Great Temple requires the dragon clans who are active outside to collect the legacy of the people as much as possible, the gods also have a ban, and the dragons are not allowed to use the relics with special power without any voluntary power. Under this special order, it is even more impossible for many dragon clans to guard this facility.

At the core of the mine, a huge vertical shaft extends straight downward and continues toward the deepest part of the earth.

This shaft and the things in the well are hidden in the safest and deepest part of the continent, but even so, there are still more than ten layers of high-strength alloy armor and innumerable defense facilities around it that defend the deepest things.

A large number of pipes and cables, guide rails, along the shaft, pass through layers of protection and finally connect to a vast underground space. This underground space is supported by a giant metal beam up to 100 meters, reinforced by layers of alloy linings and polymer domes. It is a star-shaped hall, and its scale is almost the same as the headquarters hall of the review group.

In every corner of the star hall, a deep and long tunnel leading to a certain direction can be seen, which makes it seem like a hub of some kind of underground transportation network. There are also twinkling tracks extending from the depths of those tunnels, summarizing in the center of the hall, and at the intersection of all tracks, in the center of the hall, a huge, heavy, buzzing device can be seen running.

It is shaped like a silver-white orb, which is vertically fixed in a series of brackets, pipes and cables. Its long axis is more than ten meters. The lights on the surface of the orb are flickering, and the lights are wandering. In the constant buzzing, it seems that some kind of life is nurtured inside.

Around the dome, there are many columns distributed, and various complex data interfaces or monitoring views appear on the columns, showing that the hall is in a busy data exchange every minute and every second.

However, no dragon will supervise the operation of the hall, nor will any dragons read the data presented on the interface - these devices are ancient design residues, and the machines have not eliminated them for efficiency reasons, perhaps just to maintain some kind of "tradition" that only the machines themselves care about.

Here, only the machine monitors itself.

In the low, as if eternal buzzing sound, a stream of light appeared on the surface of the giant dome again, and on a pillar connected to it, a crystal interface surface suddenly began to refresh the bright white text.

"Confirm that the visitor has left the Tallond range, the observation thread has ended, and the data enters the convergence and archiving process."

The cursor at the end of the text flashed, as if thinking and hesitating, but soon, the text continued to refresh one by one—

"What is the meaning of life-

"The answer of Gowen Cecil has been archived, answer number: 177, archived is completed.

"Comparison and analysis with the previous 176 answers.

"There is still no clear result, and the answers given by humans or other intelligent creatures are still ambiguous and full of contradictions.

"It's still impossible to determine whether this problem is really unsolvable."

The bright white text on the interface stopped refreshing, and then it dimmed a little with the cursor flashing a little. The machine's thinking seemed to end, and the normal data returned to the center of the interface.

However, after only a moment, a new thread was suddenly started, and on the surface of another nearby column, continuous texts were quickly refreshed.

"Based on Answer No. 177, new questions have emerged:

“Does Omega have ‘life’?

"Try to define 'life'...Try to expand the definition...Try to expand the definition again...

"Conclusion: If a dragon with 90% of machines in its entire body is ‘life’, then omega can also be ‘life’.

“Omega can be ‘life’.”

The machines were running quietly.

A batch of biomass waste from the Extreme Arena that should have been sent to the biochemical treatment center for recycling or discarded were intercepted, loaded into new containers, sent to a transportation train, and headed to an automatic factory deep in the earth.

A batch of metal waste that is not in the processing catalog is thrown into a furnace deep in the earth to be prepared to be made into new raw materials.

A production sequence is started secretly and the machines are busy working.

Today in Tallongde, it is still calm.

...

Winter has arrived, and it seems to be a little colder than in previous years.

The cold wind roared the flags at the head of the Winter Wolf Castle, and the solid textile made a curling sound in the wind. A team of soldiers in black armor lined up on the open ground under the city wall, and the sound of uniform military boots hitting the ground and hitting the cold morning.

Andesa stood on the towering walls of Winter Wolf Castle, watching the soldiers of the Knights perform their duties, and their tight faces stretched a little.

"The Iron River Knights fill the vacancy left by the evacuation of the God of War Masters. This is indeed very effective for the current Winter Wolf Castle," the young wolf general turned his head and looked at the tall black-haired middle-aged man standing beside him. "I would like to thank you for this, Earl of Moglock."

"It is the responsibility of the knights to obey orders," said the commander of the Iron River Knights, Earl Moglock, with a solemn expression, "What's more, Grand Duke Peidinan has given me some advice. I'm very happy to be able to help Winter Wolf Castle this time."

While speaking, the noble officer who commanded one of the most powerful legions of the Empire and experienced, couldn't help but look at the whistle and walls in the distance, and a look of worry appeared on his face: "I heard that a priest who was on vacation died strangely last night, and two other assistants living nearby went crazy in their sleep... Is the situation true?"

"It seems to have reached your ears," Andesha couldn't help but sigh, "The situation is indeed the same as you said, no... maybe even more sensational. The priest who died bizarrely turned into a monster in front of a guard and destroyed himself. The battle mage who was responsible for patrolling the priest's rest area heard the movement, and when he went to check, he saw the scene of the priest's flesh and blood distortion, digested and dissolved by blood and some kind of smoke, and was almost scared to death. As for the two crazy aids, the theology and spiritual spell experts, after analyzing, initially suspected that they were 'contaminated' because they heard the strange roar of the mutant priest before his death, and their spirits mutated."

Earl Moglock's face turned gloomy.

"...shocking." He said in a deep voice.

"If it weren't for my own eyes, ordinary people could not imagine what a strange and terrible scene it would be," Andersha nodded. "The intelligence from the imperial capital is accurate. Some kind of 'pollution' based on faith connections is spreading on a large scale among the priests of the gods of war. This is a plague on the soul level. Although I don't want to say such disobedient words - it is obvious that the gods they believe in cannot protect them in this plague."

Moglock's face twitched for a moment, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There is even a saying that the gods themselves are the source of the plague..."

Andesa was silent for a few seconds and couldn't help looking at the commander of the Knights beside her: "Earl Moglock, as far as I know... you are also a believer of the God of War, so the current situation must be very difficult for you."

"Please rest assured, before that, I was first of all the soldiers of the Empire," Count Moglock said with a serious expression. "It is inevitable that soldiers are influenced by the faith of the God of War. More than two-thirds of our soldiers are believers of the God of War, including shallow believers and devout believers. Half of the knights have been baptized by the Church of the God of War, but we still stand firmly here--as you said, it is not easy, but I don't think our loyal knights and soldiers came to this cold and far away from their hometown for ease."

"This is admirable." Andesha said seriously.

Another cold wind blew, rolling up the grayish-white hair on her temples.

The young wolf general took out the mechanical watch, glanced at the time, and said to Earl Moglock: "Let me take my leave first-I should go and preside over this morning's meeting."

Count Moglock smiled and nodded: "Please, General Andesha."

Andesha Wendell left the city wall with a sturdy and powerful pace. On the cold and windy high wall, only Moglock stood quietly.

The count turned his head and looked at the direction where Andersa left, and saw that the young wolf general had gone around a corner and disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the castle area. He smiled and turned to look in the other direction beside him.
Chapter completed!