Indeed, when I heard that there was a superluminal communication array on the starship Antavien and it was barely usable now, the first thing that came to Gawain’s mind was the “star” that constantly echoed in the universe. "Inter-communication"—According to scholars, a certain star from the direction of the Frostsky constellation, an alien signal that constantly broadcasts its position and basic mathematical language, faintly reveals the intention of seeking communication.

Due to technical limitations, at this stage, the various races of the Loren Continent can barely receive this signal, but cannot respond to it. Although the dragon of Talrond has had this technology, it has already followed the technology. It collapsed and was buried in a piece of scorched earth, and now the news from Tyre gave Gawain a new possibility.

If the superluminal communication array on the Antavien can be used, then maybe...no, it can definitely be used to establish communication with that mysterious alien signal!

However, it is one thing to be able to establish communication, and the consequences of doing so are another. An alien civilization that is more advanced than the world of Loren is not necessarily a friendly civilization, even if they announce their coordinates in the signal. , Demonstrating unsuspecting communication attitude will not change-who knows if this is a trap waiting for weak civilizations to take the initiative to expose their existence?

The Kraken obviously understands this, so they did not act rashly after repairing the superluminal communication array (although it could only be used for a while)...should they not act rashly?

Gawain glanced at Tyre, who was seriously winding his tail around and letting go again and again, having a great time, and asked seriously: "Say you didn't try to call the direction of Frostsky. That alien civilization on the world, right?"

"Of course not," Tyr waved his hand immediately. "There was news from Antavien that the main antenna was burnt on the spot, and there was no time to do anything else-besides, we are not stupid, but the opposite An alien who doesn’t even know the details, what if something happens if something goes wrong if we rashly contact us, our Kraken has always been a sane and stable race..."

As soon as Gao Wen heard this, he subconsciously uttered: "Don't blame these compliments..."

Immediately afterwards, he changed his conversation and continued the topic before Tyre could react: "Antawin's ultralight communication array...Although I know that this request is a bit presumptuous, the alliance may..."

"Hey, I know, they are all friends." To Gawain's surprise, Tyre waved his hand indifferently before he was finished. When the super-light communication array restarted, she thought that the alliance might need help in this regard. She asked me to tell you that if you think it is necessary and there are steady discussions within the alliance, then she can consider adding super-light communication The array is lent to you. Of course, the premise is that the Deep Sea Witch and Deepwater Technicians have solved the problem of the main antenna being burned out. The current state of the equipment is too unstable and it is almost impossible to use it normally..."

This time, Gawain's expression finally changed a little. He looked at Tyre in amazement, his eyes finally gradually becoming solemn: "On my behalf, I would like to express my gratitude and tribute to Queen Petya. You are indeed a generous and friendly race. "

Tyre glanced at such a solemn Gawain, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Are we friends."

Friend... Gawain didn’t feel anything when he first heard Tyre say the word. After all, in the communication between countries, the weight of the word "friend" often has flexible standards, but when the other party repeats the word again , He finally gradually tasted the deep meaning of this-the "friend" of the Sea-Monster, which is probably not a simple concept.

This advanced ethnic group that dominates the deep sea always gives people the impression of being too happy and detached. Their peaceful and friendly overall image always makes it difficult to communicate with them in a serious manner, so that many people will ignore one fact: In the past tens of thousands of years, the kingdoms of Loren Continent have lived and died. The sea monsters have just quietly watched and recorded all of this. Even going back to the last season of civilization, they have also maintained their opposition to the land race Indifferent attitude.

They can be kind to you, they can play with you, they can play with you for a lifetime—because your whole life is as short as a bubble in the sea to them, but for tens of thousands of years, the "sea monster" is this The ethnic group has never made "friends" with any land races. As Tyre said, she has been the only "ambassador" sent by the deep sea to land for tens of thousands of years.

The Krakens made a friend-this relationship might even last as long as the dragon's promise.

"Maybe it will take a long time for the Alliance nations to realize this..." Gawain murmured softly, and then he noticed the curious eyes of Tyre and Amber next to him, smiled and shook his head, "We should discuss and discuss about ' "Xinghai Signal's matter, but that is a future thing, at this stage... it's time to return to China."

The warriors on the expedition to the wasteland have already triumphed. The news of victory spread to all countries half a month ago. Now, the commander of the empire has also completed his "journey" at the Talash Conference, and will carry his glory. Return to his eternal loyal capital-Cecil City.

To the north of the Dark Mountains, on the banks of the White Water, Cecil City is lit up with lights. Although this is not a festival, the entire city is completely immersed in an atmosphere that is more grand and cheerful than any festival.

The wide streets were cleaned up, and colorful flags were hoisted, extending from Pioneer Avenue to the North Bank New Town. The mechanical bridges across the Baishui River were decorated with ribbons for the Festival Day. The celebrating crowds have already taken to the streets. At the same time, a neat formation of dragoons flew over the city. They threw the "Victory Day flyers" related to the Talash Conference, dragging out a magnificent stream of magic light in the air, attracting children on the street. They yelled, even adults couldn't help but stop and marvel.

A figure in a light green long skirt walks lightly among the people beside the road. She has a happy smile on her face. Her body, which was once thin due to malnutrition, is now slim. She is holding the street vendor just now. The snacks bought there, the nerve thorns on the back of the neck clinging to the skin glowed with a bright silver metallic luster in the sun. On this street not far from home, people who knew each other constantly greeted young girls. Respond one by one—even if her mouth is full of snacks, she does not delay her opening:

"Aunt Samir, good morning!" "Sam, good morning-Happy Victory Day!" "Sirona! Your new dress is so beautiful-I have this one? I bought it at the intersection over there. Hurry up and go later. It’s gone!"

A sturdy woman saw the girl in the green skirt crawling around in the crowd and couldn't help but remind: "Pea! Run slowly! Don't fall!"

"I am agile!" Pea looked back at the neighbor with a chuckle, she was stuffed with snacks, but her voice popped out of the talker like popping beans, "I rushed to see the victory What about the Japanese convoy—the last expeditionary force was also withdrawn last week! Your son seems to be in there too. But then it seems that my dad will be back in a while. I don’t know where he is now. I can’t make it to Victory Day, and I don’t know if he forgot to bring me souvenirs..."

Before the words were over, the figure of the pea had once again penetrated into the depths of the crowd, the buzzing of dragoons flew over the city, gorgeous magic light ran across the sky, and colored leaflets fluttered like snowflakes. Falling to the ground, a newsboy riding a two-wheeled bicycle stopped at the edge of the crowd. The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the crowd next to him, and simply leaned against the corner of the car, and started yelling with his throat. :

"Extra! Extraordinary! New South Territory Development! A large piece of land from the dark mountains to the magnificent wall returns to the country! Extraordinary! The New South Territory Development, the third great development begins!"

Pea passed through the crowd and finally squeezed to the wide main road. Around her was a crowd of celebrations. Everyone was talking about Victory Day, the Talash Conference, the third big development and the new changes in the league, and Many unreliable "news" produced by tavern politicians based on leaflets and rumors, as well as occasional screams from over-excited children.

At this moment, another figure came into Pea’s sight and caught her attention—it was a girl who was wearing a pink and white dress who looked a few years younger than herself. She stood in the middle of the crowd with the same face. With an excited expression, and at the same time looking at the surrounding eyes with a lot of curiosity, there seem to be some old scars near her arms and neck. Although they are hidden by the lace of the clothes, they are still faintly visible, and the movements of her limbs are also faint. The sense of incongruity made her a little eye-catching among the crowd.

Pea looked at it for a few times before finally confirming that she was not mistaken, and immediately stepped to the vicinity of the girl who looked younger than herself, and squeezed over and shouted: "Patti!"

The little girl in a pink and white dress seemed to be taken aback by the greeting, she shrank her neck subconsciously on the spot, and then she looked for the direction of the sound, and finally saw the pea that had been squeezed in front of her. , A surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face: "Sister Pea! Why are you here?"

"I live near here!" Pea stared, then looked up and down at the future Grand Lady Granny in front of him, "It's you, why are you here? Normally not..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I came here! My mother is debriefing at the government affairs office. I told her to go for a walk by the river..." Patty Glenn said in a low voice, as if she was still in this crowded street I was worried that talking loudly would attract my mother, "Don't tell my mother! Don't tell Ms. Hetty and..."

"Don't worry, my tone is tight," Pea said in a pleasant voice, "Last time we went to the woods to bake bird eggs together, it was not revealed..."

Patty's eyes widened, and he put his fingers to his mouth hard: "Shhh! Didn't you say that you will never mention it! And you lied to me that time, you told me to go to the woods and get close to nature." …"

"Well, I won't mention it. My tone is tight." Pea curled her lips. She was born as a dumb slave, and her adoptive father was a famous half-way knight. The type of tree that dares to climb on the wall, so I really don’t adapt to the personality cultivated in a family with "good family education and strict rules" like Patti, but this does not affect her and the girl in front of her from becoming friends on the Internet to friends in reality. At the same time, she glanced at Patty's body again, with a smile on her face, "You seem to be more energetic than when you went to the woods to bake bird eggs last time..."

"Didn't I say..." Patty glanced at Pea helplessly, then looked down at her hands and feet, and couldn't help smiling. "Yes, I'm recovering well... Many druids and pharmacists don't think about it. I understand how I recovered to this level, but Grandpa Pittman told me that it was just a'natural phenomenon'..."

"Natural phenomena? Can natural phenomena be like this?" Pea muttered strangely, but when she was about to say something, she suddenly heard a loud noise and military music coming from the other side of the street. Interrupted the communication between her and Patty.

The two girls followed the prestige almost at the same time. They stood on tiptoes and looked hard at the end of the street, and finally saw a costumed convoy appearing at the predetermined position. It was the soldiers who paraded after triumph and was a symbol of the glory of Victory Day— The dark green painted steel chariot was rolling across the wide and straight avenue. The chariot was surrounded by flowers, coats of arms, and flying imperial flags, and petals continued to sprinkle from both sides of the road, paved into a continuous road towards the royal district. Extended flower path.

Pea smiled happily, jumped up vigorously, and beckoned vigorously at a constantly coming car.

On the chariot, the soldiers wearing formal uniforms with ribbons and military medals on their chests responded to the cheers of the people on both sides of the road. Fendier Wilde, tall and tall with short silver and white hair, saw that he was on the side of the road. The pea that jumped up also waved happily in response.

And when the convoy on Victory Day passed by the main road, the people on both sides of the road still did not disperse. Patty looked at the street curiously and turned to ask: "Ms. Pea, what else is there?"

"There is something very powerful!" Pea had an excited smile on her face, and almost at the same time as her voice fell, a low and majestic roar, like a behemoth roaring in the clouds, suddenly reached everyone's ears. .

Countless eyes were cast into the sky at this moment, and endless consternation immediately appeared in everyone's mind.

They saw the giant steel city leaning out of the clouds, and the majestic shadows gradually passed over the city of Cecil. Starting from the direction of the dark mountains, this huge shadow like a floating land slowly pushed forward in the sky. It obscures the sky to the extent that the block directly below it looks like dusk, and as this "artificial dusk" advances slowly, preset lights are also lit up throughout the city, and fireworks and salutes sound in unison. .

The surrounding "steel giant city" flying in the air brightened up, and the huge holographic projection covered the entire city below—swords and plows running through the sky, a symbol of the brilliance of the empire.

The solemn and mighty voice echoed over the entire city:

"Cecil's glorious people, cheer, the empire’s most powerful blade and shield have passed the test in the flames of war, and all the forces that attempt to subvert the civilized world and provoke the right to survival of all living beings have shuddered, no matter what they are. Is it a cult Xiaoxiao, or a fallen god, this loyal steel will protect the people of the empire, like a loyal empire and people who love our glorious country-cheer, the empire is proud of you, and you are proud of the empire!"