Belsetia stared at the god in front of her, staring at the vast forest and fertile valley that protected the silver elves until three thousand years ago, and was regarded as the supreme existence by the druids. She never thought that she would stand before Him like this one day, look at him calmly, and look straight at her eyes. As a druid priestess who had turned her back on her faith, she came to a place closer to the God of Nature than any devout priest.

And at this distance, what she could see far exceeded those devout believers, and even those ancient priests who had lived for more than three thousand years.

This is really ironic: those who do not believe in Him, but see Him, and those who are ungodly understand Him.

This reminded her of what she said many years ago when her father abdicated and transferred the authority of the throne of the throne and the title of the druid supreme priest to her:

"You are the first empire leader who has never been blindfolded by piety, and your eyes may be able to see further than all of us."

"I understand," Belsetia lowered her head and said to Amoen solemnly, "I will carry out your wishes--of course, no one knows that you are still alive."

Amoen nodded, followed by a moment of silence, and finally his eyes fell on Belsetia again, in the holy glory, with a hint of expectation: "Go do what you should do, Queen of Silver."

Belsetia bowed respectfully, then took a step back and came to Gao Wen. Gao Wen nodded to the two former gods at the scene: "Then I'll send her back first, and then chat if I have time."

The visitor left, and the courtyard shrouded in the dark chaos returned to peace again. The two former gods seemed to have their own worries and remained silent for several minutes. In the end, Milmina was the first to break the silence: "I thought you would mention the grandmother of the 'Queen' - that was the last chief priestess when you left three thousand years ago. After seeing an old friend, shouldn't you talk about the past?"

"I did think at first about how Costina Morningstar spent the last time, but after hearing the way the silver elves survived now, I realized that the past was over," Amoen said in a low voice, "and even without asking, I could guess what Costina had experienced now... She was my devout priestess and one of the closest mortals to me, but she laid the foundation for the secularization of the elves' court, suppressed the activities of those fundamentalists, and allowed Belsetia's father to grow up in an environment that was not influenced by fundamentalist ideas... For a devout priest, every decision she made in her later years was painful.

"So, I don't need to ask about her old age from her descendants - some things don't need to be mentioned repeatedly."

"Oh, sometimes you look quite slow, but sometimes you think about the problem and hit the nail on the head," Milmina sighed, "but that's good, it's good for you and those elves."

While speaking, the magic goddess turned her gaze to the Magic Net terminal not far away. The projected crystal above the device lit up, and a clear holographic image appeared above the device: "What do you want to see? I won't grab it from you today."

"Find the 'Voice of the Forest' channel, I haven't heard the elves singing for a long time."

...

Gowen and Bellsetia walked side by side in the corridor of the upper area of ​​the fortress. In this area gradually approaching the surface, the airflow from the ventilation channel seemed to appear fresh and dry. The bright and constant light emitted by the magic crystal wall lamps on both sides exuded a warm texture, which gradually calmed down Bellsetia's still a little turbulent thoughts.

"You seem to be worried," Gao Wen's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Belsetia's thoughts, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just thinking about how far you have gone on this road," the Silver Queen stopped, her eyes turned to the distance, and the spacious and bright corridors extended in her vision. The legacy of the ancient Gondor Empire and the crystallization of wisdom shared by modern heirs was condensed in front of her. The laboratories and busy staff reminded the elf ruler, reminding her how many secrets were running deep in this facility. "I thought you had just mastered some secret knowledge about gods, and at most they had discovered some ancient heritage similar to eternal stone slabs, and based on this, they formulated the framework of the "Theocratic Council"... I thought my guess was bold enough, but everything here was completely beyond my prediction.

"Disobeying the plan, the fortress, the relics of gods, and even the body of gods in the shadow world, and there are more than one... No wonder you would come up with so many advanced things, it turns out that you have gone so far on this road."

Gao Wen laughed: "Some secret knowledge and ancient heritage alone are not enough for me to formulate the framework of the Theocracy Council. Your previous guesses are indeed too conservative. But then again, are you really just thinking about this?"

Belsetia fell silent, and the scene that shocked her most not long ago appeared in her mind, the metallic remains that nailed the God of Nature firmly to the earth, and the scarred and shocking scenes of the gods. After this picture, she thought of the fall of the God of War, the Battle of the Doomsday in Tallond. After half a minute of silence, she finally expressed her true thoughts: "...There has never been a savior, right?"

Gowen nodded: "Only by ourselves - we and our God can only be our own saviors."

Belsetia didn't make a sound, but turned around and walked forward silently. Gao Wen didn't make a sound, but walked quietly beside the Silver Queen. The two walked far away until they approached the exit of the disobedient fortress. Belsetia suddenly said: "When can I arrange for me to go to the Thorin Giant Tree?"

"Anytime - if you have a tight time, we can pass tomorrow. There are air flights between Cecil and Solinburg, and you can get back and forth in one day."

"Then let's go tomorrow," Belsetia nodded, "I haven't seen Belsetia for a long time, and I don't know how much she still remembers back then. By the way, does she know your...'identity'?"

"I know," Gao Wen said casually, "She knew about the 'outer roamer' a long time ago. I think in her mind I should be considered 'half of Brother Gao Wen' - just like my 'half of Uncle Gao Wen' with you."

Perhaps remembering some past events, Belsetia couldn't help but smile, then she shook her head and said as if she was talking to herself: "Seven hundred years have passed, and we are still on the same road after all, that's fine."

...

In the Cathedral of Holy Light near the central area of ​​Cecil, Veronica ended her long meditation. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the soft holy light in her vision flowing like water. These flowing holy lights gradually gathered beside her, forming a constant and stable "force field", and then stopped obediently.

"…The further improvement of efficiency means that the "intercept" and "redirection" work of the Holy Light God is progressing smoothly, with obvious results, and no signs of backlash were found, which is a good phenomenon."

Veronica muttered a few words as if she was talking to herself, and at the same time she stood up from the cushion. She glanced at the empty prayer room and heard some movement from the corridor outside. She sorted out the slightly wrinkled nun's robe, held the platinum scepter in her hand and left the room, and came to the corridor leading to the inner area of ​​the church.

Not far away, several craftsmen in work clothes were busy moving some equipment and new furniture into an empty room. Two technicians in white robes of researchers were standing at the door of the room, chatting with Wright in a regular suit. Another young servant was holding a hammer and nailing the new door sign to the door frame on one side with a serious look on his face.

Veronica walked over there, her eyes falling on the door sign that the young servant had just nailed up, and on the dark black board were two rows of clear and sharp words: Headquarters of the Church of the Holy Light; theological knowledge base.

In the corner of this door sign, the logo of the Theocracy Council is marked: the book is spread out, with an eye overlooking the book above, and there are two crossed daggers between the eyes and the book - they symbolize the liberation of theodist power, the return of knowledge and reason, and the necessary means and determination to cut the chain.

"Veronica," Wright noticed the figure coming towards him. The sturdy church leader immediately turned his head and showed a powerful smile on his face. "Let's look at the new facilities of the church - this is the office of the Theocratic Council in the church. After that, we will set up a special research team to study the earliest versions of the Holy Light Classics and summarize all historical materials about the Holy Light Church. You should be able to help a lot."

"Madame, Ri'an," Veronica smiled and said hello, standing at the door of the room. She saw that there were many bookshelfs, long tables, chairs and platforms specially prepared for Magic Net terminals in the spacious space. On the deepest wall of the room, there was a large logo of the Theocracy Council. Her eyes couldn't help but stay on the sign for a long time, and then she retracted her gaze and nodded slightly to Wright, who was beside her, "Of course, I'm happy to help."

The era of disobedience has ended, and the leader of the disobedience from the ancient Gondor era sighed softly in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, she was hiding underground and could not see the scene of the flag of the Gondor Empire falling. Seven hundred years later, she, who was wandering in the human world, could not see the scene of the official end of the plan of disobedience. However, standing here, watching the emblem of the Theocracy Council hanging in front of her eyes, she still couldn't help but think of this sentence - the era of disobedience is over.

But she did not regret it, because it was not an end to demise - a new flag was raised, and a new group of brave men were seeking a brighter future.

The new theocracy Council will take over the legacy of the disobedient plan. Standing on the basis of the predecessors, they have gone further and seen more widely. If the disobedient plan of the Gondor era was a hysterical resistance of a group of desperate people who suddenly faced the dark truth, then the current theocracy Council is a career that has been started after careful consideration after taking over the legacy.

It will be more rational, more rigorous, and more extensively supported — and more likely to succeed.

The only regret Veronica regrets is that too many people have not lived to see the day coming, including the former disobedients, and those Ophelia copies that have been consumed in iterations or uploads/downloads.

Wright's voice sounded aside at this moment, awakening Veronica from her brief distraction: "By the way, will you still go to the church to attend the bishop's meeting in the future?"

"I'm going to meet your Majesty today," Veronica shook her head, "Sorry, you need to go by yourself."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll go by myself," Wright smiled. The seemingly rough but honest smile would make people unstoppable relax the pressure (of course, it can occasionally bring another sense of tension to unfamiliar people). "You look a little worried these days - teach me to deal with it, you should do your own business."

Veronica immediately subconsciously frowned: Has her emotions been leaked to the point where the outside world will notice it? It seems that her personality pattern still needs to be adjusted...

...

After sending Belsetia back to the autumn palace, Gao Wen returned to his study. When he pushed the door into the room, he saw a figure standing in the room, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time: Veronica, holding a platinum scepter and wearing a nun's holy robe.

There are very few people who are qualified to enter their study without notice, and this disobedient leader from the Gondor era is one of them.

"Veronica?" Gao Wen looked at the "Saint Princess" with a holy temperament and always had a gentle smile, "Do you have something to come to me?"

"Your Majesty," Veronica turned to Gowan, with a rare solemn look on her face, which was always calm and gentle, "I want to talk to you about the wasteland of Gondor."

Gao Wen was walking towards the backrest chair behind his desk. He stopped when he heard this. He heard something unusual from the other party's tone: "Gondor Wasteland? Why did you suddenly talk about this?"

"I suspect there is a force that is erecting deep in the wasteland of Gondor - and that they are extremely threatening to the outside world."

Gao Wen's expression became serious: "A force? What kind of force?"

"Do you still remember the information mentioned in the file of the Death of All Things that was found in the Solin Palace?" Veronica looked at Gao Wen's eyes, "There are two forces that belong to the Death of All Things that are active in the world. Some of them are carried out in the human world outside the magnificent walls. The other part is hidden in the wasteland of Gondor, carrying out seemingly marginal activities such as intelligence collection, data assistance, etc...."

"Of course I know," Gao Wen nodded immediately. In fact, even if he did not mention the files found in the Solin Palace, he knew that some of the "remembers" of the Death of All Things are hidden in the wasteland. He himself had even dealt with this force himself and learned a lot of information about them from Bertilla. "As far as I know... this part of the cultists hidden in the wasteland acted very mysteriously. Even the death of all Things are not sure what these "compatriots" are doing. The empire has tried to take some measures, but due to the barriers of the wasteland polluted areas, even if we know their existence, we can't do anything to them for a while."
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