MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1544 Ragnarok Project

In the final stages of the eve of the epoch, the kings of mortals and the humanity of the gods gathered in the courtyard of the Shadowlands, and they engaged in a conspiracy that heralded the complete end of the age of myths - Ragnarok since this day on.

The history books of later generations only used such a short sentence to describe one of the most important turning points in the process of changing the era. There is much speculation in the brief account, and most of them believe that this is to cut off the connection between the mythological age and the mortal age as much as possible, and to minimize the influence of the gods' message in the next era - the judgment of scholars is indifferent. Wrong, of course, this is an extremely important reason, but by no means the whole reason.

Another reason is that there are too many details in this super loud conspiracy, and it will not be able to pass the trial.

Under the canopy of the golden oak tree, when Gawain uttered the words "Gods Ragnarok Project", the stalwart figures in the assembly hall fell silent in unison, and then they began to look at each other in confusion, the **** of business Baofa. Erze was the first to break the silence: "What about the specifics? How do you want to achieve the so-called... 'blow up' the dead knot?"

"To put it simply, it is to use earthly weapons to increase your hope of victory," Gawain nodded. The gods have different domains, and the distribution of their followers is also vastly different, so not all gods understand demons. He tried to explain the plan in a language that all participants could understand, "You may not know what magic crystal bombs and railguns are, but you should all know the fall of the God of War. And the battle that happened in the Tarash Plain not long ago?

"As you know, mortal weapons also have the power to kill gods, just need a sufficient number and just the right way to use them, and we can use these weapons, and you can actually use them.

"The strength of the human half body and the divine half body of the gods is comparable, or the human nature is slightly weaker, so if there is no external help, you can use the power of the human half body to challenge your own divine half body. All we have to do is to break this balance where the rules allow - to weaken the power of the divine half-body with mortal weapons, or, ideally, to eliminate it outright. As for the specific operation method, we have already discussed with the fertility Three gods..."

Gao Wen is organized and clear in his thinking. He explained his wonderful plan without ignoring any details. In this huge assembly hall, apart from his voice, there are only anti-gods set up everywhere. Sexual barriers and monitoring equipment emit a low hum in operation.

Amber standing beside Gawain was a little distracted. She raised her head and saw the eternal darkness of the Shadow Realm shrouded around the assembly hall. By the time Amoen had been lying quietly at the end of the garden, he seemed to be out of the picture, but he was watching the movement on the assembly hall with great attention. The castle at the end of civilization, forged by mortals, stands quietly in the dark, like the last rays of the Gondor Empire, watching the era it could not wait...

Gawain stood in the middle of it all, at the end of the gleam, the border of darkness, between the assembly of the gods and the fortress of disobedience, depicting the most powerful and saddest beings in the world the age of mythology. end.

She blinked, in a trance, she seemed to feel that a distant gaze suddenly fell on her, and it seemed that a strange gaze was watching everything happening here through her own eyes, but this feeling was fleeting, what did she do? Before she could catch it, she suddenly woke up from her brief distraction, and in front of her eyes, Gawain had already finished telling the entire "Twilight of the Gods Project". .

The assembly hall fell into the expected silence. This is a moment worthy of being included in the epic picture. An emperor among mortals proposed the arrival of "Twilight of the Gods", but all the gods bowed their heads and said nothing. It seems to be touched by words that are exposed to the blood, and at the same time, they suppress their emotional expression, which makes people guess, guessing that these "gods" themselves are in the "Twilight of the Gods". How unlucky is it? What are you thinking about in front of the vocabulary?

In the end, Nefari, the **** of song, dance and wind, was the first to fail to completely restrain her emotions—she burst out in joy.

Amber, Rosetta, Belsetia, Amoun, and Gawain 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 followers were located in the western part of the continent, soon noticed that the originally serious atmosphere of the scene had been made a little weird by herself, and she was embarrassed He apologized, and then his eyes fell on Gawain, "Can everything you said really come true? Of course, this plan sounds very reasonable, and I also know the scene that happened on the Tarash Plain. Armageddon... But at this moment, there are more than ten gods gathered here, weapons made by mortals..."

"If you are worried about the quantity, our sisters have confirmed this before," the voice of Eve, the goddess of harvest, came from the side. "The 'industrial age' is very different from the classical age we are familiar with. Those powerful, Epic weapons are no longer things that require a lifetime of craftsmanship and heritage to be cherished for generations, but 'quantities' that come down the production line like rice poured into a barn, and that, except for the Cecil Empire, , Typhon and the Silver Empire can also produce a large number of 'magic weapons', and in one year's preparation time, we are enough to fill every kingdom of God 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, the factory in Typhon has already started debugging and scheduling the production line. Twenty-four hours from now, the first line will be ready and running."

"The Silver Empire has also begun operations," Belsetia continued, "our production arrays are warming up, and we have previously recovered a large number of energy storage crystals and etched lattices from the wreckage of the Temple of the Stars, which are slightly more Modifications can be used as powerful explosives, and they should all come in handy."

Hearing this, Gawain glanced at the Silver Queen subconsciously, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart - these elves really deserved to take the template of the ancestors' remnants, not only can they dig some good things out of their ancestral graves every three to five , and even the skills of recycling resources from their own graves are higher than the average person. If they continue to develop like this, he may not be surprised if they can find a Star Destroyer from their ancestral graves one day...

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

"I have a question," but another voice came from the assembly hall at this time, and the one who broke the silence was the **** of Bitter Winter and the Mountain Forest in hunting suits, "This plan... it really won't break Ms. Ye's arrangement. Bar?"

"Ms. Ye's ultimate goal is consistent with the ultimate goal of the Theocratic Council. We all need to safely and controllably end the age of mythology and lift the shackles of belief on civilization. Different means will not affect this ultimate goal. ," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, but he knew that such a guarantee alone would not be enough to dispel the worries of all the gods. After all, the "Ms. Night PTSD" thing still has its prestige, so he immediately added, "In addition, We have already found the communication window between Ms. Ye and this world through some means. We may be able to establish direct contact with the ancient **** in the near future. At that time, I will directly confirm the entire Ragnarok plan with him. If the situation really changes , we also had time to make adjustments to the plan.”

Gawain's words once again caused the gods to have a little commotion. They were obviously shocked that the mortal emperor in front of him even wanted to directly contact or even "negotiate" with the terrifying ancient god. But it's too exciting.

The gaze of Nefali, the **** of song, dance and wind, fell on Amber, she said with a hint of caution and hesitation: "I have been wanting to ask... Who is this lady? Why does she have Lady Ye's name on her body? Breath? Was the shadow dust that came with the letter also made by her?"

Gawain knew that the gods would ask about this sooner or later, and that the shadow dust that had been sent with the letter before was something that had to be explained sooner or later, so he told the gods again what he had told the three sisters of abundance that day. , but this time he omitted some insignificant details, such as the possible principle of the anchor generator and some abnormal states on Amber - this part of the information does not need to be disclosed at this moment.

"Ms. Ye...a shadow cast on the ground?" Buffal, the **** of commerce, looked at the somewhat confused Shadow Assault Goose beside Gawain with amazement, even though he had been guessing that this dignified man What connection does the little dwarf have with Ms. Ye, but she never thought that the other party would be so special, "The overflowing 'information' is enough to form an existence like this, should it be said that she is indeed Ms. Ye..."

The glances from around made Amber, who was a little nervous, even more nervous, especially after seeing the **** appearance of the "victims" in front of her, she felt even more guilty, so she could only lean to the side of Gawain. Stuck on his neck and looked at the victims at the rally: "I'm telling you, it's Ms. Ye who did it, but it doesn't matter to me, I'm at most a copy, and the sand is just to greet you. Come here, don't want to settle accounts afterwards!"

Amber's reaction made the expressions of the gods a little dull, probably because the image of the ferocious Lady Night was still deeply imprinted in their minds not long ago, which made this copycat version of the Mini Lady Night seem particularly interesting in their eyes. , but even so, they didn't mean to laugh at or despise the "Ms. Ye Youth Edition" in front of them, and the business **** who just spoke even bent slightly with a serious face: "Please don't get me wrong, we have nothing to do with Ms. Ye. Resentment—more so to you, of course. Ms. Night has helped us far more than these little 'damages', and we should be more grateful than complaining."

The blood **** Danmo looked at Gawain, the majestic red-robed old man with a very solemn attitude: "If you really see the ancient god, please convey our respect and gratitude to him, no matter what, he gave him There is a silver lining for us and the whole world. We should have thanked us in person, but unfortunately Ms. Ye has come and gone so quickly that she did not give us this opportunity."

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

Immediately followed by the surrounding voices: "Me too, she had been gone for three days when I woke up." "I woke up and received that terrifying letter, so I hurried over to have a meeting. The situation is only understood by listening to you on the road…”

Hearing the discussions around him, Gawain's expression became dull again.

But fortunately, this time without him interrupting, the gods quickly ended the chat and returned to the business. Buffal first looked around and asked a very crucial question: "I want to confirm , will all the 'weapons' be gathered here and then brought back to the kingdom of God by us?"

"The initial plan is like this," Gawain nodded, "The Court of Rebellion is the most suitable 'delivery window' known so far. It is located between the world and the kingdom of the gods, you can travel safely, and the fortress of Rebellion itself has The protective barriers of the Gondor era and the newly added anti-divine barrier arrays in modern times, although you no longer carry the divine pollution in theory, you will inevitably bring something out in the process of frequent trips to and from the kingdom of God and the borders of the earth. Here The protective measures can maximize the safety of the handover process.”

"Sounds really good..." Buffal still frowned slightly after hearing Gawain's explanation, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of the fortress, and muttered thoughtfully, "But only this one The efficiency of the handover window is very problematic, and a single route means double the risk, especially when we are transporting extremely dangerous things, those 'explosives' are even enough to kill the gods, all piled up in one place..."

"Stop talking, the more you talk, the more frightening you are," Nefali on the side interrupted Buffal quickly, "What if your words come true?"

"I'm not the **** of curses," Buffal shrugged, then looked up at the edge of the assembly hall, a black dress, black veil and black top hat, with a thin sense of presence and a particularly gloomy temperament. The lady is sitting quietly on a boulder, as if the whole world has nothing to do with her, "The **** of the curse is sitting there."

Nefali also noticed the goddess on the edge of the assembly hall, and quickly waved over there: "Ms. Kizna, did you hear what Buffal just said? Hurry up and curse in reverse!"

After a few seconds, the black-dressed goddess known as Gizna slowly raised her head, gave Nefari a puzzled look, and said hesitantly, "Ah? But I think Boval is right..."

Nefali: "…"

"This is a judgment based on logic," Buffal spread his hands. "Even aside from security issues, I doubt whether this 'window' can bear the burden of sending arms to more than a dozen gods. Of course, the scale of this barren wilderness itself is sufficient, but the key lies in the 'gate' in that mortal fortress..."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the fortress of disobedience, and looked at Gawain with a serious expression: "The only way to the world is a portal, how much 'transportation' can that portal have?"