When Amoen reacted, he had already stood in front of the rapidly refreshing and changing interface full of vision for a long time. In the process, countless information was still flowing continuously, and major events worthy of attention from various regions kept sliding in front of his eyes under the action of the automatic refresh mechanism, until he realized that these rapidly refreshing things could actually stop with one of his own thoughts, or scroll to check their historical records at will.

For some time afterwards, he was immersed in the novelty of browsing news and checking various public discussion versions.

Pompeii, located north of the Rock Fortress, is building a new rune factory. The healed families in the Solin area welcome the first healthy baby this summer. The direct railway to the Duchy of Holy Dragon has started construction. There are magnificent snow scenes coming from the mountains in the north, while the wheat waves are already undulating in the summer afternoon in the south.

On a "page" directly under the Imperial Government Affairs Office, Amoen saw a map that was being updated in real time. It was the entire territory of the Cecil Empire, which showed the changes in weather every moment on this vast land, wind, frost, rain, snow, cold and warm. The color gamut and icons representing temperature and weather changes are rising and falling on the picture like life. In a corner of the picture, he also saw a line of text:

This data is extracted from the servo brain in real time, and is in the technical trial stage. The demonstration is for reference only.

Amoen didn't know what the "servo brain" was, but in the ever-changing pattern, he actually felt an indescribable... vitality, which is the "vibration force" that surpasses the individual and transcends the moment. After thinking for a long time, he realized that this vitality comes from every individual connected to this network, and even from the entire mortal civilization today. In the years that have been in his memory, mortal civilization has never grown as erect as such, beating violently like a powerful heart.

"Okay...so good..."

The God of Nature in the past couldn't help but exclaim, and a smile appeared on his face. To be fair, what he saw at this moment was nothing to a former god: when he could still hear the prayers of believers, countless elves and a small number of human believers brought their minds and beliefs to the gods. By reading this information, Amoen could grasp the changes in the entire Silver Empire and even some human kingdoms at any time, especially in the changes in the natural field. Although what he could "see" at that time was different in form, the content was almost the same as the information flowing in the neural network.

But this is exactly the most touching and even shocking thing about the whole thing that touched and even shocked him that he could do these things. It was derived from God's authority. But today, mortals have done similar things, relying on the wisdom of mortals themselves. Who can use this "power" that once belonged to God now?

Anyone can use the immersion cabin equipment as long as you can afford it. In today's Cecil, the cost of using such new equipment is decreasing at an astonishing rate every day. In some areas, the Government Affairs Department will allocate a large amount of funds to subsidize the people, so that these "infrastructures" can be popularized to the entire society as quickly as possible.

With these complex thoughts in his heart, Amoen's attention continued to wander among the constantly refreshing messages. The feeling of connecting to the neural network is completely different from the feeling of watching the Magic Network program. This wonderful sense of immersion and instantiation made him enjoy it. At this moment, a sudden new message attracted his attention:

"The Alliance fleet heading to Tallond has set sail from the Empire North Port today. His Excellency Byron Kirk, the Marshal of the Navy, personally led the powerful magic flagship "Winter" to carry out the escort mission. The fleet will carry the first batch of aid and support teams to the Kingdom of Dragons. His Majesty Gowen Cecil, the head of the Empire, and the Loren countries who provided assistance this time, sent blessings to Tallond. May the flag of the Alliance always shine on our allies..."

In the expanded entry below this message, a large amount of relevant information came into Amoen's sight. Among the contents that were obviously written by official experts and scholars of the Empire, about half of the space was introducing the basic common sense about Tallond to the public, and the "Dragon", a race that was once artificially legendary but actually existed. The remaining space was half about the composition of the alliance countries, and half about the common sense concepts of magical mechanical ships and long-sea navigation.

Obviously, the theme of these entries is to "eliminate ignorance". Scholars have made every effort to popularize some basic knowledge about the world to the public in easy-to-understand words. If it were placed in the old days, this level of knowledge would undoubtedly be the exclusive privilege of "members of the upper class".

But for Amoen, what attracted him more was Tallond himself watching the picture in the news for a long time. It was obviously taken at the distant North Port Pier. On the picture, there was a powerful steel ship slowly leaving under the crowd's salute. A further place you can see the entire fleet that was already on the sea. On the sea behind the fleet, the clear sky shone down, and the sea area once covered by the walls of eternal storms is now open and boundless.

As the former main god of the elves, Amoen did not understand what happened to Tallond, but as a god, he sensed the existence of the Dragon God from the ripples that arose from the "deep sea" at the bottom of the world for a long time. The huge, ancient, chaotic and twisted existence stood in the deep sea of ​​darkness like a dazzling lighthouse. He was trapped in Tallond, but the "ripples" he released covered the entire world and were also perceived by the gods of the entire world.

The gods cannot communicate directly, but through the resonance in the deep sea, the gods are enough to confirm their existence. In all Amoen's memories, since the day of his birth, the great glow of the dragon god has existed forever like the natural order of this world and cannot be ignored.

Now, the oldest flame has finally been extinguished.

Amoen couldn't help but sigh. Although he had known what happened in Tallond and the fact that the oldest god had fallen, he didn't think so much at that time. Until now, when he saw that the fleet that aided the Dragon Kingdom had set sail, he seemed to suddenly feel the changes that this world had occurred after the fall of the gods, and then he thought of the ups and downs of the Silver Empire over the past three thousand years.

He stopped before this message for a long time before finally remembering something. He unfamiliarly opened the comment area under the news with his thoughts. A large number of dazzling messages were reflected in his vision. Although the neural network was still in its early stages, the messages under this news were still surprisingly large, which shows that the fleet heading to the north had attracted the attention of countless people in the empire. Amoen glanced over the messages and found that most of them were blessing the safety of the fleet, or wishing Tallongd to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, while many people were asking about the dragon and the northern continent.

Almost no one pays attention to the gods falling on that continent. For the mortals in the Loren continent, the gods of foreign races are probably not worthy of their attention, or they don’t know the existence of the dragon god at all.

Amoen hesitated for a moment, wondering if what he wanted to do next was considered a "taboo", but Milmina's words before leaving appeared in his mind. Considering that everyone should be monitoring everything he did, he calmed down and groped to leave a sentence of his own at the bottom of the message:

"Guardians of Tallond, please go all the way. You have tried your best and have done your best."

Seeing the words he was thinking in his heart turned into words on the interface, Amoen couldn't help but mutter, but he did not mention the name of the Dragon God in his message, nor did he have any religious guidance and hints. In this case,... he shouldn't have alarmed the network manager who was "very difficult" in Milmina's words?

He thought about it in his mind, and after a few seconds he found that there was no eight-legged white spider or an old man carrying a lantern running out to trouble him. He finally calmed down and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and prepared to exit the pile of interfaces in front of him and go to other areas of the Dream City to walk around. He had been spending too long in such a square.

But just as he was about to do this, a synthesized voice suddenly rang in his mind, stopping him from leaving: "A user replied to your message just now. Do you check it?"

Amoen was stunned for a moment, subconsciously chose to view the content in his mind, and a new interface appeared in his "view", showing a conversation format like a guestbook. A neural network user named "Tea Egg" sent him a message, and the information content was so short that there was only one word: "Thank you."

Amoen looked at the inexplicable message in surprise. He didn't know what he felt worthy of thanks for, so he asked casually in doubt: "Why do you want to say thank you?"

At the same time, his attention also fell on the other party's strange name, what is "tea egg"? It looks like a rigid combination of phrases, some kind of food? Or some way of processing food?

The God of Nature in the past was confused, but at least he realized that there were indeed many people in this incredible neural network that hold strange names. If even a strange name like "tea egg" can be regarded as a name... Then "highway deer" doesn't seem unacceptable?

Amoen let go of his brows, but found that the "tea egg" that sent the message did not send any new content. His questions were like rocks and no response was received.

Maybe he has left... After all, not everyone is as ok as himself or Milmina, and they can stay in the yard all day. Other users in the neural network are busy in the real world.

Amoen felt that he had found the answer and turned off the communication content in front of him with a little regret. When all the interfaces disappeared, the square standing with the tall oak trees appeared in his sight again.

Milmina still hadn't come back, and probably didn't plan to come back, and the girl named Patty had already left the bench next to the bush. Seeing this, Amoen shook his head, turned around and left the tall pillar, and found a direction to walk slowly.

This huge city needs to be explored carefully. He does not intend to teleport everywhere like Milmina. This is disrespect for the mortals who created the city. Of course, the main reason is that Milmina did not teach him how to use the teleportation function in the Dream City when she left...

...

Deep in the Palace of Cecil, in the brightly lit incubation room, a set of specially made magic net equipment is operating smoothly. It mainly includes a magic net terminal used indoors, and a hemispherical device connected to the terminal with a diameter of less than one meter. At this moment, the words "Neural Network Connection" were projected above the magic net terminal, and the runes on the surface of the hemispherical device pulsate slowly like breathing. Deep in the two devices, the buzzing sound from the rune substrate and the neural connector seemed pleasant and pleasant.

Not far from the two devices, located on the base in the center of the room, a light golden dragon egg stood there quietly. Runes on the surface of the dragon egg slowly wandered, vaguely resonating with the nerve connector next to it.

This resonance lasted for unknown lengths, and the continuous buzzing sound finally calmed down. The runes on the surface of the golden dome were then disconnected from the nerve connector. Betty, who was dozing aside, also woke up. The maid rubbed her confused eyes: "Ah, Ms. Enya! Are you awake?"

"I'm not sleeping again," Enya's voice came from the golden dome, "I'm just browsing the contents of the neural network... It's such a fun thing."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the incubation room was pushed open from outside. Gao Wen walked in and said casually: "It is a very high praise for your 'interesting' evaluation for the neural network that is not yet mature. Those node bachelors and magic technicians who stay up late to work overtime all day should be happy."

Betty immediately greeted him, saluted Gao Wen with a happy smile, and then lowered his head: "Ah, you asked me to see Ms. Enya's condition, I accidentally fell asleep..."

Gao Wen pressed Betty's hair casually and asked the girl to go back and rest. Enya said with a smile: "You just came back from Solinburg?"

"I'll be back for a while." Gao Wen said casually as he came to Enya.

"Where is that little elf queen?" Enya was a little curious, "Are you back with you? Or are you going to go directly to her elf kingdom?"

"She's back and makes some important arrangements, but she'll be back soon." Gao Wen said.

"Is that right... it's not close to the Silver Empire from here. As the ruler of an empire, she travels twice across the continent in such a short time. It seems that what she wants to do is indeed very important."

"Yes, she is going to put down the last layer of curtains for the elves' mythical age..." Gao Wen said, suddenly a little curious, "Why did you suddenly remember to pay attention to her? Are you interested in elves?"
Chapter completed!