In the final stage on the eve of the Era, the king of mortals and the human nature of the gods gathered in the courtyard of the shadow world. They had a plot that indicated the complete end of the mythological age - the dusk of Ragnarok began today.

Later history books only use such a short sentence to record one of the most important turning points in the alternation of this era. The brushwork and ink used are even more than the figures of many mortals flashing through history. Later scholars have many speculations about such a brief record in history books. Most of them believe that this is to cut off the connection between the mythological era and the mortal era as much as possible, and minimize the influence of the information of the gods in the next era. The scholars' judgment is correct, which is of course an extremely important reason, but not the entire reason.

Another reason is that there are too many details of this super loud plot that are too rude, and the further you go, the more you can't pass the review... Historians really can't write.

Under the canopy of the golden oak tree, when Gao Wen said the words "Ragainst Ragnarok Plan", the majestic figures on the gathering venue calmed down. Then they began to look at each other in confusion. The god of business Baofare was the first to break the silence: "What's the specific? How do you achieve the so-called... 'blasting' the dead knot?"

"Simply put, it is to use earthly weapons to increase your hope of victory," Gao Wen nodded. The gods have different areas of control, and the distribution of believers is very different. Therefore, not all gods understand the modern weapons created by the Magic Industry, so he strives to explain the plan in language that all participants can understand. "You may not know what magic crystal bombs and rail guns are, but you should all know the fall of the God of War and the war that took place on the Tarash Plain not long ago?

"As you know, mortal weapons also have the power to kill gods, and only a sufficient number and a proper way to use them is needed. And we can use these weapons, and you can actually use them too.

"The human body and divine half of the gods are equally strong, or the human body is slightly weaker, so if there is no external force to help you challenge your divine half of the body with the power of the human body, you will have to die together. What we have to do is to break this balance if the rules allow - use mortal weapons to weaken the power of the divine half of the body, or to directly eliminate it under ideal circumstances. As for the specific operation method, we have already combined with the three gods of abundance..."

Gao Wen was well-organized and had clear ideas. He told his wonderful plan without ignoring any details. In this huge gathering venue, except for his voice, there were only anti-divine barriers set up everywhere and monitoring equipment making a low buzzing sound during operation.

Amber, who was standing beside Gao Wen, was a little distracted. She raised her head and saw the ever-changing darkness of the shadow world covering the gathering venue. The slight light emitted by the golden oak trees reflected the huge figures standing in the wilderness. She also saw Amoen lying quietly at the end of the garden at some point, looking out of the matter, but watching the movements on the gathering venue with great concern. At the end of the other end of the gathering venue was the ancient and heavy fortress of disobedience, the castle made by mortals and at the end of the civilized territory stood quietly in the darkness, like the last afterglow of the Gondor Empire was watching the era when it could not wait...

Gawain stood in the middle of all this, at the end of the glimmer of light, at the border of darkness, between the assembly of gods and the fortress of disobedience, and portrayed the end of the mythical age to the most powerful and tragic existences in the world.

She blinked, and in a trance, she seemed to feel a distant gaze suddenly falling on her, and it seemed that a strange gaze was watching everything happening here through her eyes. But this feeling was fleeting. She didn't have time to catch anything, and she suddenly woke up from her brief distraction. In front of her, Gao Wen had completed the narration of the entire "Ragainst Ragnarok Plan".

The meeting hall fell into an unexpected quietness, which was really worthy of being included in the epic scroll - an emperor among mortals proposed the arrival of "Ragainst Ragnarok", but the gods all bowed their heads and said nothing. They were touched by this word that seemed to be blazing blood, and they suppressed their emotions at the same time. This made people wonder what these "gods involved" themselves were thinking about in front of the unlucky word "Ragainst Ragnarok".

Finally, the first one of the songs and dances and wind gods Nafali was unable to completely suppress her emotions - she was happy.

Amber, Rosetta, Belsetia, Amoen and Gaowen all had the same expression on the spot: "=.=?"

"Sorry, I'm just a little...excited," the goddess, who was relatively young among the gods and whose main believers were distributed in the western part of the mainland, quickly noticed that the serious atmosphere at the scene was a little strange. She apologized in embarrassment, and then her eyes fell on Gao Wen, "Can all you said really come true? Of course, this plan sounds very reasonable. I also know the decisive battle that happened on the Tarash Plain... But at this moment, there are more than ten gods and weapons made by mortals..."

"If you are worried about quantity, this sister has confirmed it before," said the voice of the goddess Eve of the harvest goddess. "The 'Industrial Age' is very different from the classical age we are familiar with. Those powerful, epic weapons no longer require the life of craftsmen to devote their lives and require generations to cherish inheritance, but the 'quantity products' that come down from the production line like rice poured into the barn. In addition to the Cecil Empire, Tifeng and the Silver Empire can also produce a large number of 'magic weapons'. In the preparation time of one year, we are enough to fill every kingdom of gods with weapons made by mortals."

Rosetta in the holographic projection nodded, and his voice came from the Magic Net terminal: "Yes, don't worry about this. In fact, factories in Tifeng have started to debug and schedule production lines now. Within 24 hours from now, the first production line will be ready and start running."

"The Silver Empire has also begun to operate," Belsetia continued. "Our production array is preheating, and we have previously recovered a large number of energy storage crystals and etched lattices from the wreckage of the Temple of Stars. They can be used as powerful explosives with a little transformation. They should all come in handy."

When Gao Wen heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the Silver Queen and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - these elves really deserved to have the templates of the ancestors' remnants. Not only can they dig out some good things from their ancestral graves every few days, but they even have higher skills in recovering resources from their ancestral graves than ordinary people. If this continues, it is probably not surprising that they can find a star destroyer from their ancestral graves one day...

The words of the Goddess of Harvest and the promises of the two other mortal emperors obviously made Nefarian feel attentive. She breathed a sigh of relief without hiding the smile on her face: "Then this is really good news... It seems that we really don't have to die."

"I have a problem," at this time, another voice came from the gathering venue. The one who broke the silence was the cold winter and the god of the mountains and forests in hunting clothes. "This plan... really won't destroy Ms. Ye's arrangement, right?"

"Ms. Ye's ultimate goal is consistent with the ultimate goal of the Theocratic Council. We all need to end the mythical era safely and controllably and lift the shackles of faith on civilization. Different means will not affect this ultimate goal," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, but he knew that such guarantees alone would not be enough to dispel all gods' concerns. After all, the "Ms. Ye PTSD" is still powerful, so he added, "In addition, we have found the window for Ms. Ye and the world through some means. Maybe we can establish a direct connection with that ancient god in the near future. At that time, I will directly confirm the entire Ragnarok plan. If the situation really changes, we have time to adjust the plan."

Gao Wen's words once again caused a small commotion among the gods. They were obviously shocked that the mortal emperor in front of them had to contact or even "negotiate" with the terrifying ancient god. This was an overly stimulating thing for them who had just received female physical therapy.

The gaze of the song and dance and the wind, Nafali, fell on Amber, and she spoke with a hint of caution and hesitation: "I have been thinking of asking since just now... Who is this lady? Why does she have the breath of Ms. Ye? Did she also create the shadow sandstorm that was delivered with the letter?"

Gao Wen knew that the gods would ask about this sooner or later, and the shadows and dust sent by the letter were also something to be explained sooner or later, so he told the gods again what he had told the three sisters of Fengluo that day, but this time he omitted some insignificant details, such as the possible principles of the anchor generator and some abnormal states on Amber - this part of the information is not necessary to be disclosed at this moment.

"Ms. Ye... the shadow cast on the earth?" Bao Far, the god of business, looked at the shadow assault goose who was standing beside Gao Wen with a surprised look. Although he had been guessing what connection this little dwarf had with Ms. Ye before, he never expected that the other party was so special. "The overflowing 'information' is enough to form such an existence. Should he be said to be Ms. Ye..."

The sight around her made Amber, who was already a little nervous, suddenly became even more nervous. Especially after seeing the bloody appearance of these "victims" in front of her, she felt even more guilty. She could only lean to Gao Wen while tampering her neck and looking at the victims in the rally: "I tell you, it's Ms. Ye who did it, but it has nothing to do with me. At most, I'll copy it. The sand is just to call you over, and I won't settle the score later!"

Amber's reaction made the expressions of the gods a little dull. This was probably because the image of the ferocious Ms. Ye was deeply imprinted in their minds not long ago, which led to the copycat version of the mini Ms. Ye appearing particularly interesting in their eyes. However, even so, they did not mean to laugh or despise the "Ms. Ye Youth Edition" in front of them. The God of Business who spoke just now even bent down with a serious look: "Please don't get me wrong. We have no resentment towards Ms. Ye - of course, it is even more so to you. Ms. Ye has helped us far more than these small 'damages'. We should thank you more than complaining."

Blood God Dan Mo Ze looked at Gao Wen. The majestic old man in red robe had a very solemn attitude: "If you really meet that ancient god, please convey our respect and gratitude to him. In any case, He gave us and the whole world a glimmer of hope. We should have thanked us in person, but unfortunately Ms. Ye came and went in a hurry and did not give us this opportunity."

Nefali next to him nodded: "Yes, He had already left when I woke up..."

Then there was a lingering voice around him: "Me too. She had been walking for several days when I woke up." "I woke up and received the scary letter. Come over for a meeting quickly. The specific situation was only understood by listening to you on the way..."

Gao Wen listened to the discussions around him, and his expression became dull again.

Fortunately, this time, the gods quickly ended the chat and focused on the main business without him interrupting. Baofar first looked around and asked a very critical question: "I want to confirm that at that time, will all the 'weapons' be gathered here and then brought back to the Kingdom of God?"

"This is the initial plan," Gao Wen nodded. "The courtyard is the most suitable 'delivery window' known. It is located between the earthly world and the Kingdom of Gods. You can travel safely. Moreover, the Fortress itself has a protective barrier from the Gondor era and a new anti-divine barrier array added in modern times. Although you no longer carry divine pollution in theory, you will inevitably "bring out" something during frequent trips to the Kingdom of God and the border of the earthly world. The protective measures here can maximize the safety of the handover process."

"It sounds really good..." Bao Fal still frowned slightly after hearing Gao Wen's explanation. He looked up at the direction of the fortress and muttered thoughtfully, "But if there is only this handover window, efficiency is very problematic, and a single path means double the risk, especially since what we want to transport is extremely dangerous, those 'explosives' are even enough to kill the gods, and they are piled up in one place..."

"Stop talking, the more you say it, the more scared you," Nefalli, who was standing beside him, hurriedly interrupted Baofal, "What if your words come true?"

"I'm not the God of Curse," Baofale shrugged, then looked up at the edge of the gathering venue. A lady with a black dress, wearing a black veil and a black top hat, with a thin presence and a gloomy temperament, was sitting quietly on a huge rock. It seemed that what happened in the whole world had nothing to do with her. "The God of Curse is sitting there."

Nefalli also noticed the goddess on the edge of the rally and waved to the other side: "Ms. Jizna, did you hear what Baofal said just now? Hurry up and curse it!"

The goddess of black dress called Jizna slowly raised her head after a few seconds, looked at Nefalli in confusion, and hesitated: "Ah? But I think Baofal is right..."

Nefalli: "…"

"This is a judgment based on logic," Baofa's hands spread out, "Even if security issues are aside, I doubt whether this 'window' can bear the burden of sending arms to more than a dozen god kingdoms. Of course, the scale of this desolate wilderness itself is sufficient, but the key lies in the 'gate' in the mortal fortress..."
Chapter completed!