Bellsetia stood in front of the seemingly indifferent energy shield and suddenly found herself back many years ago, when she first sat on the throne of the ruler, and used her nervous system to connect to the AI ​​cluster of the Temple of Stars for the first time, listening to the moment when the noisy and chaotic souls of the machine that exceeded the limit of ordinary people's understanding suddenly exploded in her mind. She was equally at a loss, as if the confidence she had built for a long time suddenly shook, and there was only an unpredictable future left in front of her.

She remembered that she was directly in a semi-coma on the throne of rule, and she was in a state of negotiating, learning, and adapting to ancient AIs for several hours. Although the recorders later said that she was the best performer in history, she still did not want to recall the state of being completely unable to control herself.

Belsetia shook her head, drove out the memories and distracting thoughts that emerged inexplicably from her mind, and at the same time, she walked forward and crossed the thin energy shield. The boundless and dark shadow world was rushing towards her.

This is a world of...perceived exceptions.

The silver elves' keen perception system immediately made a judgment. Belsetia subconsciously sniffed, and a "empty breath" made her frown. She stepped on the hard ground down to the ground, feeling the gravity and the lukewarm temperature. She clearly looked at every detail around her in the dark. Everything she touched seemed to have no problem. However, after careful feeling, Belsetia felt an extremely huge from this place called the "Shadow World"... hollow, the orderly law she was familiar with, from the material world, had undergone some change here, but what kind of change was... she couldn't explain it clearly.

After that, the Silver Queen began to notice the desolate and chaotic environment of the Shadow Realm and the strange and fragmented state of the distant land.

"It's such a...desolate place," she couldn't help but say, "what our gods live?"

"It is actually not appropriate to say 'stay', but we can only think so," Gao Wen said beside her, and gently pushed her from behind, "Let's move forward - the anti-divine barrier is running at full power. You don't have to worry about being contaminated by the gods here. But we still can't stay for too long. This system is still in the testing period, and the server in the background can only run stably for a period of time."

Belsetia realized that there might be countless people behind this meeting, and countless equipment were working hard at the same time. Behind the cutting-edge technology here was a lot of manpower and material investment. She nodded immediately and then walked forward with Gao Wen.

The holy light that rose like a hill was getting closer and closer. Belsetia felt her heart pounding. She finally began to see some details from that glory - that huge figure, those crisscrossing things like wreckage, a large number of magic devices set around... She finally reached a sufficient position, stood here, looking up at the holy and brilliant figure.

The pure white giant deer lies on the broken earth, as striking and beautiful as all the sacred books depicted. However, the difference from the sacred books is that there is no towering tree called "reincarnation", there is no city called "life" or a large tomb called "death" - there are only countless shocking remains around the God of Nature, and the twisted alloys and crystals even penetrate the torso of the deer, nailing this sacred and powerful creature to the ground like huge nails, which looks even terrifying.

Belsetia's eyes widened in an instant, and the unexpected scene made her breathe. She had imagined countless times what posture the God of Nature would appear in front of her, but she never thought that it would be like this. She subconsciously took a half step forward, but before she spoke, the holy deer suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes that were more transparent than any gem in the world emitted a soft white light, which made all Belsetia's movements and voices stagnate.

"Hello, little guy," Amoen's voice rang out of thin air, even as if it was directly in his mind, "Welcome to my yard."

Belsetia opened her mouth, and she felt Gao Wen's hand gently patting her shoulder. This small action made her nerves, which were a little stuck, resumed, and finally said: "You... are you the God of Nature?"

A terrible opening remark - all the preparations I made for the previous few days were in vain.

As soon as the words were spoken, the Silver Queen became heartbroken. She had imagined how she would conduct this first "human-god conversation" calmly, but in the end she almost messed up the situation. Such an opening remark was completely unsatisfied and even seemed a little stupid. But for some reason, she felt that the holy Julu in front of her smiled after she spoke.

This is actually impossible - the Julu didn't move any other than opening her eyes, nor did she change her expression, and she couldn't talk about her smile, but Belsetia had such a feeling that she felt that she saw the other person's smile.

Amoen was indeed smiling, with a smile hidden in his heart. He could see that the queen was a little confused, but this was within his expectations - not everyone was Gowen Cecil or an ancient disobedient. It was actually a miracle that ordinary mortals could maintain their standing when they first came to him. This impact had nothing to do with spiritual pollution and naturally could not be blocked by the "anti-divine barrier".

And there is a more important point: Bellsetia is a silver elf. Although she may have escaped her belief in the God of Nature, the imprints imposed on the race have not completely disappeared. As an elf with a long life span, this imprint has far more impact on her than that of humans who are also bound by the seal of the mind. This influence from the inside out... cannot be offset by the anti-divine barrier.

"Don't be nervous," Amoen's voice sounded again, becoming more gentle. "Try to relax yourself and stop thinking about your identity and my identity... Be an ordinary guest so that we can have a good talk."

Belsetia finally felt her condition improved a little, as if as time went by, her soul had gradually "adapted to" some kind of "pressure". She took a deep breath, felt the double calm of both physical and psychological, and then raised her head and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm a little out of composure."

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange female voice who was gentle and pleasant but with a sense of majesty and sacredness as Amoen suddenly came from a high place: "Actually, you have performed well, better than what I bet with Amoen."

Belsetia was startled in an instant. She subconsciously looked up at the direction where the sound came. Then she noticed that another huge figure had arrived in front of her at some point. The figure was as tall as a bell tower, like a woman in a complex palace dress, her lower body was in a foggy chaotic hazy state - the lady was looking down at herself, her upper body was in a clear feminine posture, but her face seemed to be covered with a thin veil. She could only vaguely see that there was an amazing beauty under the veil and a pair of eyes full of arcane glory.

Belsetia was shocked, but for some reason, when facing this lady who suddenly appeared and had a divine posture, she did not have the same confusion and soul as she faced with Amoen. She was just extremely surprised, but it did not affect her asking: "You...who are you?!"

"Ah, just call me Milmina - you can add 'Miss' to it," the former magic goddess had a smile in her tone, "Hello, the little guy from the silver elf."

"Milmina?" Belsetia was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized the identity behind the name. She looked at the lady who showed a divine posture in shock, blurting out what she wanted, "Magic Goddess? Falling Magic Goddess?!"

Suddenly, she thought of what had just happened last year, the grand "funeral" jointly organized by the Cecil Empire and the Tifeng Empire, the eulogy and commemorative activities widely spread in many mortal countries... She reacted and suddenly turned her head to look beside her, and then saw Gao Wen's smile.

"This part of the intelligence will be released in the high authority documents of the Theocratic Council soon, and the main leaders of all countries will know the truth," Gao Wen spread his hands, "As for this stage, keep it confidential."

"So... the goddess of magic is actually alive, and the so-called 'fall' is just a cover," Belsetia was stunned. "Is this to get him out of the throne... Another experiment of the Theocratic Council?"

"Don't be busy guessing so much, although you guessed it roughly," Milmina's voice came from the sky, interrupting Belsetia's words. "That funeral was indeed to further cut off my connection with the mortal world, but the whole move from the position of God was my own plan - Gowen Cecil made a little cooperation."

Belsetia listened and nodded slowly. Although she was still full of doubts, she also vaguely understood many things. Then she looked up at Milmina, and after hesitation, she couldn't help asking: "Then...what are you doing here? Could it be that...what are you doing... as long as you are a god who is safely separated from the position of God, you will gather in this place?"

"There is no such rule," Milmina said casually, her huge body suddenly descended - her lower body clouds contracted, and her whole body seemed to be squatting aside, but after squatting down, she was still so tall that others had to look up, "As for me... you don't have to care, I'm here to watch the fun."

Belsetia: “…?!”

The Silver Queen felt that her mind was a little unresponsive for a moment.

In this mysterious disobedient courtyard, the communication scene between mortals and gods, a goddess came uninvited and squatted aside, saying that she was watching the fun... This kind of painting style unfolded Belsetia was stuck, and the impact it brought was no less than that of suddenly facing the god just now, so that even Gao Wen next to her suddenly felt a little worried - should he have asked Belsetia to wake her up before?

Fortunately, the strange and awkward atmosphere did not last long. The strong will of the Silver Queen quickly took effect and suppressed the scene of san dropping. She forced her attention back to Amoen, took a deep breath and said, "What should I call you now?"

She did not call the other party "Lord" - as the nominal supreme druid priestess, she should have done so without hesitation.

This inquiry was already explaining his position.

Amoen was very satisfied with this, and his voice sounded very pleasant: "Just call my name, little guy... Belsetia, just call my name. Oh, you can add 'sir' to it."

Belsetia hesitated for a moment and tentatively shouted: "Amoen...sir?"

"Yeah, very good."

"You look very injured," Belsetia relaxed a little, and then her eyes fell on the wreckage that seemed to be some kind of torture instrument. "Are these things...?"

"The exploration for freedom is a small price to pay for recklessness," Amoen humorously commented on his actions three thousand years ago. "In order to escape from the throne, I hit something harder... I almost didn't win."

"In order to escape from the throne..." Belsetia was stunned and slowly reacted, "Are you talking about the fall of White Star three thousand years ago?"

"In the mortal world, that's what it is called." Amoen said slowly.

Belsetia blinked and subconsciously looked towards Gao Wen next to her. She saw that the other party was still standing aside with a faint smile, as if nothing was left to do, and she seemed to have no intention of participating.

Just like the magic goddess squatting down not far away, is this "outdoor wanderer" just "watching the fun"?

The Silver Queen suddenly realized something in her heart - in this meeting today, the truth she was going to come into contact with would probably be far beyond all her imagination.

"Tell me about the current situation of the elves," Amoen's voice rang in his mind, interrupting the silver queen's random thoughts. "For three thousand years, I have been consciously avoiding paying attention to the elves' kingdoms and blocking all information about you... My limited information comes from Gowen Cecil, but he is not an elves."

Belsetia looked up at the holy deer, and she took a breath and said slowly: "...we are struggling on the edge of the vortex."

...

In the spacious and bright "Hatching Room", Enya is putting the newspaper he just read on the bookshelf not far away - the bookshelf shelves that have just been delivered are placed against the wall, and various entertainment books have been placed on it, including not only various newspapers from the Cecil Empire recently, but also the collection of various magazines in the past two years, folk legends, novels and scripts collected from various places, and a large number of reading materials fill the bookshelf with almost a whole wall, making the originally cold and monotonous hatching room add a lot of vitality.

"It's a pity that just reading newspapers is a bit boring," the golden dome stood on its base and whispered to herself, "I don't know when the Magic Net terminal will be sent..."

A knock on the door rang out at this moment, interrupting the golden dome's self-talk.

Enya looked towards the door unexpectedly - few people who came to this room on weekdays needed to knock on the door, but she still said politely: "Please come in."

The next second, the door of the hatching room was gently pushed open from outside, and a huge metal ball floated in. The surface of the ball depicted a pleasant and funny smiley face, which was turning to Enya's direction.

"Hello, I'm here to install the equipment."
Chapter completed!