Chapter 1192： Living conditions are very bad (1/2)

The autumn wind is getting colder day by day. Although it is still not "cold", the autumn wind blowing in the morning when the window is opened still makes people can't help but shrink their necks-but from another On the one hand, such a cold wind can also make the groggy mind quickly regain consciousness and calm the overly restless mood quickly.

Gao Wen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, watching the fallen leaves in the courtyard below being rolled up by the wind, the water in the pool was rippling in the wind, and a long snake tail protruded from the nearby bushes. The tip of his tail was soaking lazily in the pool. This peaceful daily scene and the cold wind blowing into the house gradually calmed his mind. He turned his head and looked at Veronica, who was still standing next to the desk: "If it was Sister Ferna really never came back. If the ones who returned to our world back then came from the realm of the kingdom of God...unknown, then what do you think their purpose would be?"

"I don't know," Veronica shook her head calmly. "This is also the most weird place for me right now... If the pollution of the gods spreads to mortals, then mortals will soon go crazy and it is impossible to maintain thinking. Ability for a thousand years; if it is a certain deity who returns to our world, then his divine fluctuations will not be able to cover; if a certain deity finds a way to conceal its own divine fluctuations and descends into our world, then he His actions will also be constrained by the “rules of the gods”. He should either be completely mad, or he should protect all living beings-neither of which is in line with Sister Ferna’s performance.

"So... we can roughly rule out the possibility that Sister Ferna is the incarnation or deity of the gods, because their mental state is neither crazy nor good enough..." Gawain said slowly and thoughtfully, using his fingers unconsciously Rubbing his chin, "But... what else can the kingdom of God have besides God?"

Veronica frowned slightly, and after a moment of thought and hesitation, she spoke with uncertainty: "I used the platinum scepter as a bridge to visit the realm of the God of Light for a short time-it is a floating In a magnificent city in an unknown space, there are light-cast walls and countless neat, tall, and majestic palaces and towers. In the center of the city is an extremely wide square. A torrent of holy light crosses the city and gathers in the center of the kingdom of God On the crystal, the crystal is the image of the **** of light.

"In general, the kingdom of the **** of light conforms to the concept of the holy light: light, warmth, order, and shelter. In this kingdom, all I see are all kinds of things that symbolize the light... …But it is limited to the sights I'see'. I visited there in the form of mental projections, and immediately after returning, the process of personality reshaping was carried out due to serious pollution, so my perception and memory are very good Limited, can only be used as a reference."

Gawain listened carefully to Veronica’s description of the Kingdom of Holy Light—he knew these things. Not long after the establishment of the Theocracy Council, he mentioned these things in a report. In fact, the details she described are basically the same as the kingdom of God described in the most orthodox and standard sacred books of the Holy Light Church: the kingdom of God originated from the imagination and definition of the abode of gods by mortals, so Veronica The kingdom of God visited must also conform to the external description of the Holy Light Church, which is right.

"It sounds like a god's kingdom is very'pure', and there are only things related to this god..." After Veronica's voice fell, Gawain said thoughtfully, "What about outside the kingdom? According to Ammon and Enya, in those areas where thoughts cannot be accurately defined, in the depths of deep ocean ripples...what is there?"

"I don't know that," Veronica shook her head. "I only visited the Holy Light Realm by means of spiritual projection. My actions and perceptions were highly restricted. I could only see a few areas within the kingdom of God. As for the situation, as for the outside... I only have a thick haze of chaos in my mind, and I can't see anything. But I guess... the true gods should know something."

"Are you a real god..." Gao Wen said slowly, "Yes, it seems that our'senior consultant' should do something serious again..."

……

In the warm and bright incubation room, the pale golden giant dragon egg is quietly standing on the base in the center of the room, a faint fragrance surrounds the giant egg, and at the same time a gentle air current blows from the nearby ventilation pipe. Haunts with the fragrance.

A dragon egg with a faintly spotted shell, one size smaller than the golden dome, stood on another metal base not far away, and a white soft cloth wiped the surface of the small dragon egg up and down. The cheerful sound of "twisting", and with this rhythmic wiping, a soft, shallow singing came from the golden dome in the center of the room. The song did not seem to have exact lyrics, every syllable It also sounds as if a number of constantly changing rhythms are superimposed at the same time. This is an indescribable sound from a higher existence, but at this moment, it no longer has fatal pollution damage, but only shows the mood of the singer. happy.

When Gao Wen opened the door of the incubation room and walked into this warm and bright place, what he saw was such a peaceful and calm scene-the big egg was taking care of the small egg, and the main way of caring was to hold it, and also to take care of it. While singing.

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"Ah, Gao Wen—my friend, it’s been gone for several days," Enya’s voice suddenly sounded, awakening Gao Wen from a brief stupor. The former dragon goddess who was wiping the shell of the dragon egg was very happy. Saying hello to the ground, the runes on the eggshell wandered silently, "Why stand there? Come in and sit down."

Gawain blinked, but he was awake, but his expression was a bit weird: "I just reflected on myself for a moment...Is the style of painting around me becoming more and more strange..."

"The painting style? Qingqi? It's a really interesting way of speaking-you can always create these incredible words... Or, is this some kind of code word in your hometown?" Enya's tone was smiling, "but these words I know what it means, but I don’t think there’s something wrong with the'painting style' of the various things around you—everything becomes fine, right?"

Gao Wen walked towards the sofa near Enya, and chatted casually as he walked: "Well, everyone is indeed better off than before, this... wait, how do you know what my "original words" mean of?"

Enya casually replied: "I saw a book a few days ago, which recorded..."

Gao Wen coughed before she finished speaking, and waved his hand quickly: "Stop! Needless to say, I know!"

While speaking, he muttered a little in his heart: Shouldn't he be more serious about restraining Amber’s "recording behavior"? How could "Sacred Saohua" spread to Enya? What is this, is the reverse spiritual pollution of mortals to the gods...