Is there something wrong with his own perception? This is indeed a situation that makes Gawain extremely irritated, but he still lacks more control groups and ways to explore, so this issue can only be put aside for the time being. Compared with this Putting aside the issue for the time being, he was more concerned about other things, things about the gods.
Is the fragment of the Eternal Slate real? Are the things recorded on it also real? If those things are true... Gawain has to pay attention to a fact that is quite shocking if you think about it carefully:
The gods are dead.
Those messy and broken call records clearly mentioned the names of the gods, and the call content itself can make people piece together a shocking God-hunting war. According to the records, the people in that war The gods were almost at an overwhelming disadvantage. Rather than saying it was a war, it was better to say that the gods were being systematically eliminated one by one, and the gods of the major contemporary sects that Gawain knew were among them.
So, the gods are dead - so what are the tens of millions of mortal believers worshiping every day in this world today? !
What is it that answers the prayers of mortals, what is it that controls the flow of divine power, what is it that is sending down various miracles, what is it that--the secrets came to the believers while they were meditating? And the indescribable whispers, and through the whispers, one "divine metaphor" after another was sent down? !
When those devout priests pray sincerely, they will hear the whispers from the divine world deep in their hearts. If those whispers are not from the gods at all, then their source will make people shudder. .
Immediately afterwards, Gawain couldn't help but think of the "White Star Fall Incident" that caused the Druid sect to split and degenerate into the Druid school.
What happened three thousand years ago, even for the once prosperous Gondor Empire, was an "ancient event" that exceeded historical accuracy. It is difficult for humans with short and changeable lifespans to record such ancient events. However, the main inheritors of the Druid sect are elves, and the long-lived elves can clearly record such things that span thousands of years.
In the historical books of the elves, the "Fall of the White Star" was a "dark miracle" that only the druids observed and perceived. At that time, all the druids had a unified "illusion" , they saw the sky split into two, the dark starry sky dropped to a height that seemed within reach, and the blazing white stars swayed violently in the starry sky and fell to the earth - but except for the druid, all ordinary people at that time No one saw anything fall to the ground.
Therefore, the Fall of the White Star is regarded as a huge collective hallucination. However, because of its huge scale and the event itself involving gods, scholars dare not casually use "hallucination" to deal with it. In the past, they instead interpreted it as a meteor shower that occurred at a higher level, parallel to the current time and space. They believed that something fell from the divine world and landed in the gap between the mortal world and the divine world. Ordinary people who are spiritually gifted feel this way about themselvesHowever, it is impossible to detect, this is the "fall of the white star".
But no matter what the truth is about the fall of the White Star, Druid magic became ineffective after that event.
Gawain initially believed that the fall of the White Star was the fall of the natural gods, but now the information in the fragments of the Eternal Slate made him doubt this: the history of the Eternal Slate is much older than the fall of the White Star!
These pale golden metal plates first appeared in the First Pioneering Era, an ancient era that was tens of thousands of years ago, and the true formation or birth time of the Eternal Stone can only be much later than that. Ancient, that is to say, before mortals established civilization on this land, the gods recorded on the eternal stone tablets were already dead!
So what are the white stars that fell from the sky in the collective hallucinations of the druids three thousand years ago? The god of nature, who had already cooled down, got up and died again?
......
While Gawain was deep in thought facing the fragments of the Eternal Slate, in a forest far away from the Dark Mountains and Leslie's territory, large groups of vines It suddenly emerged from the ground, entangled and expanded into a huge cyst. After a while, the cyst burst, and a staggering figure emerged from it.
This figure was wearing a black robe that had been tattered into strips of cloth. His short brown hair was messily attached to his scalp. He was thin and pale, with gloomy eyes. His entire right arm had been blown off at the root. It was terrifying. The wound is now covered by a wriggling mass of flesh and blood, and is undergoing difficult regeneration.
This is the same cultist from the Society of Death who narrowly escaped from Tanzan Town.
Severe physical injuries, mental exhaustion, and the long escape distance all made this middle-aged man who was originally a strong man extremely weak. He walked unsteadily. As he walked among the woods, the shrubs and weeds he passed by withered and decayed, as if their vitality had been sucked out of thin air and died in the blink of an eye.
Absorbing the vitality of these plants and trees, the middle-aged man’s face finally regained some color. He stopped in front of a big stone and looked down at the symbols carved with a sharp tool on the stone: a ball of Withered and curled thorns.
Seeing the symbol of the final death of all things, the middle-aged cultist took out a wooden whistle from his arms with his remaining left hand, but before he blew it, he heard the rustling of leaves around him. With a rustling sound, a large number of fallen leaves were rolled up by the strong wind, and condensed into a hazy figure on the boulder. When the fallen leaves dispersed, the figure gradually became clear: a tall woman with long dark green hair, fair skin and a beautiful face. Jiaohao is wearing clothes like a priest's robe, but all the sacred religious symbols have been erased from the robe. What is exposed at the hem of the robe is not human feet, but a group of tree roots. Terrible "limb".
"A shameful failure, Mr. Budd," the tall woman with long dark green hair spoke, her voice as if mixed with the noise of broken leaves, "It turns out that your confidence is Blind."
"Gawain Cecil was really successfully resurrected, and he took action to sabotage my actions." Although the middle-aged cultist known as "Bard" is respectful, he is not timid and humble. He stood up straight and explained, "Ms. Bertila, his strength exceeds expectations. I even doubt that he has lost any combat experience!"
"If he is really as powerful as he was then, what are you doing?" After seeing him, I didn’t even have time to take a second breath," the tall woman known as Bertila said unceremoniously, but then changed the subject, "But he can easily defeat you, which shows that he is indeed not as good as me. He was as weak as he thought at first..."
"How could this be?" Bard's voice was full of confusion, "It doesn't mean that his soul has been annihilated. Even if his body remains and is resurrected, he will become a useless person. Or even the living dead?"
"He has come into contact with those 'apocalyptic things', and has even directly communicated with an eternal spirit. No one knows what he gained in the process. knowledge and power," Bertila said lightly, but there seemed to be a strange emotion in his eyes, which was a mixture of fear and emotion, "so no one knows whether his current behavior is due to something. Ancient guidance... In short, you don't need to delve into anything about him."
"I understand," Bud nodded, his head finally lowered slightly, "Then what should we do next? "Leave it alone?"
"Just leave it alone, including the fragments of the eternal stone," Bertila said in an indifferent voice, "The war between Typhon and Anzu It's approaching. We have been preparing for this day for hundreds of years, so nothing can cause trouble."
Bard nodded: "I understand."
Bertila smiled slightly. He nodded, then glanced at the squirming flesh and blood on Bard's right shoulder: "When your arm has grown, go to Typhon, go to the Quicksand Coast to join the local believers, and go to the sea of the Son of the Storm together. The Great Religion The Chief has arranged for you to be the messengers of the All-Death Society to help them."
"Sons of the Storm? Those believers of the God of Storms?" Bard frowned, "They rarely ask for help from the outside world..."
"They provoked the Kraken in the eastern sea." Bertila said calmly.
Bard's eyes narrowed and he said no more. He just lowered his head slightly to show that he accepted the order.
The strong wind blew up again, and withered fallen leaves swirled around Bertila's figure. Her body gradually decomposed into debris from bottom to top in the whirlwind of fallen leaves, but it decomposed in the upper body. Before, her eyes fell on the broken sword on Bud's waist, and a slightly distorted voice came from the whirlwind: "Bud Wendell, your persistence in the past will hinder your path to the truth. If you want to take a step further on the path of the withered priest, you'd better put down your sword..."
Bertira's voice disappeared together with her figure, leaving only The magic reaction that is gradually dissipating, BardStanding in front of the falling leaves, he sneered after a long time, turned around and walked slowly towards the depths of the forest.
The remaining magic power erased the mark of the death of all things on the boulder, and in the end, no trace was left here.
……
New Cecil Territory.
Gawain finally decided to temporarily seal the fragments of the Eternal Slate and focus on the construction of the territory.
The secrets of the gods are indeed exciting. The truth of "God is dead" may be enough to shake the whole world. However, Gawain still wakes up: this is not an area that he can contact and intervene now. And this important truth won't bring him any benefits for a while.
The gods are dead. This truth is indeed shocking, but it can only be shocking. So what can we do if we know this truth? In this world and this era, before you have enough power, even if you master the laws of the universe, it is just the crazy words of a madman. He can't find anyone to tell this secret, and even telling him will cause unnecessary attention and hostility. , so for the sake of the stable development of the territory, he might as well keep this matter in his heart first.
After putting away the fragments of the slate, Gawain took out the runic logic materials he copied from Jenny Perrault, and prepared to continue the study and research that he had not completed before.
But not long after he entered the state, the tent curtain was opened by someone - the Byron Knight ran in with a very strange expression on his face.
I was both nervous and shocked, but mostly at a loss and embarrassed.
By the way, this old-fashioned knight has quite a lot of expressions.
"What's going on?" Gawain raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged knight, "Amber was beaten by Rebecca? Or was Rebecca beaten by Hetty?"
"None of them!" Knight Byron's face was full of awkwardness and confusion. He rubbed his hands vigorously, "Sir, I...I'm afraid I can't adopt that mute child..."
" Can't adopt it?" Gawain stopped reading the information and looked at Byron steadily, "You can't say this nonsense. You are a knight, and I was the witness when you decided to adopt the child."
"But...but that child..." The expression on Byron's face was extremely awkward, "She is a woman!"
"Huh...ah?"