Divine Tribulation of the Star Civilization - Chapter 812

[812. Heading into the wilderness (2)]

No dragon clan has ever reached here. And, if the legends are to be believed, no living creature has ever returned to the surface sane after visiting this place.

The owners of these armors were obviously killed, otherwise they would not have been buried in the wilderness.

As for the method used to kill them, she did not know. After all, this is already too ancient a thing.

This was a horrific war, as can be seen from the level of destruction alone.

It is hard to estimate how intense the fighting was at that time. Although ecological restoration has long since covered up all traces of the war, the aftermath of the destruction can still be seen.

The ravines and criss-crossed black rock debris that are different from other places, as well as the weird armor that was half buried, all indicate a kind of vitality that has been re-accumulated after destruction.

Morgan Le Fay thought of the war vision he had seen in the fog before. It seemed to be a battle that took place here. Maybe it was a phantom left behind when the two sides fought.

Those long-extinct ancient creatures were at war with other creatures. She couldn’t remember who the two parties in this strange illusion were, and whether there was an owner of these huge armors.

I only remember the flashes, the explosions, the weapons and flames that pierced the sky, and the smoke that could obscure everything, even swallowing the sky.

Morgan Le Fay wants to continue looking for any traces. Where are the dragon elites who died following him and the other two executives?

If they still survived, they should have been captured like themselves. Then did they have such good luck as themselves and be able to escape from the clutches?

She was going to save the undead—at least to see if they were still alive.

She must seek the answer to the world lit by blue light – a world composed of fog, desolation and extraordinary silence.

Mysteries appeared in Morgan Le Fay’s mind one after another. Everything in reality was so weird that she couldn’t calmly think about it.

Are these scenes before my eyes real?

Is the “City of Thousand Pillars” Erem just a distant legend that is about to be forgotten?

Morgan le Fay’s mind was very confused, and those murmurs appeared in her mind from time to time, which occasionally distracted her. If it is a legend, then what does what she is experiencing now count?

Illusion and reality appeared alternately, deeply imprinted in her heart, and overlapped with the scene in front of her.

She shook her head vigorously to drive away the messy memories in her mind, trying to focus only on the current situation.

Morgan Le Fay has a feeling that those ruins built in the ancient yellow sand are not a “golden city”. In every aspect, they are more like prisons hidden in the underground world, some of which are darker and more terrifying. Something broke free from its prison.

The dragon clan executives came here not just to help the Kunyang people and find their missing clan members and hundreds of warriors. They also have a more important task – to find out the truth in order to stop the Old Ones who are waiting for resurrection in the darkness.

Surprise and exhaustion coexisted, but when standing on this highland and looking back at the higher slopes, Morgan Le Fay felt that he was conscious.

She saw the remnants of a wide avenue. The light color is a little more eye-catching than the surroundings. This road is so weird, showing serious defects that have been weathered by time.

The avenue winds downward from the entrance of the tunnel, with no edges visible at either end.

One end is sometimes obscured by mountains, but the trend can be judged as it goes straight to the sky and is obscured by blue mist; while the other end extends straight to the slightly undulating plains. In fact, only by standing in such a position with a broad field of vision and a panoramic view could she possibly notice the disappeared broad avenue.

Because of the many scattered gravels, it had long been difficult to identify, but Morgan Le Fay was still sure that there was indeed a road there.

The high levels of the giant peaks connected by its branch road open towards the peak, not at all like a main road leading to the outside world.

Now Morgan Le Fay has two options, one down and the other up.

The one going down led to the boundless wilderness, shrouded in light blue light, and looked very deep and mysterious; the one going up connected to the clouds at the end of the earth’s veins. She didn’t know if there were multiple such tunnels there, maybe. Either way, get her out of this damn place.

Of course, she did not hesitate to choose the downward path leading to the unknown – that wilderness may be a desert, or a plain oasis, no matter what it is, who cares about this?

As long as those ancient fortresses of the City God were still there

, Morgan Le Fay raised his head, and at an infinitely high place, he could vaguely see heavy clouds and mists in the sky, and lightning storms seemed to be brewing in the clouds.

Occasionally, long inverted peaks and rocks, like huge black stalagmites, would be revealed in the strange mist.

This is not surprising, who made this an underground world.

Even if there are waterfalls falling from the sky out of thin air, it is completely normal.

After walking for less than a few minutes, Morgan Le Fay felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have changed.

The original gray-black rocks now reveal their true color – they are almost the same color as the ancient buildings in the yellow sand in the distance, because the change in blue light creates an illusion.

Like a thirsty desert traveler who sees a mirage, she had mistakenly thought that those ancient buildings should be very close to her.

Based on this inference, the distance seen by the eyes is not real. Maybe there are other unreasonable things here that affect the brain’s common sense judgment.

Morgan Le Fay felt that the heavy pressure on her body was weakening. As she continued to move forward, she could finally walk half-air with a brisk pace, but she still could not spread her dragon wings.

The temperature here is no different from the outside world. It is a little hot, maybe a few degrees higher than usual, but there is no discomfort to the creatures on the surface.

She could make out a few things on the plain far below—a few trees, ancient spore-bearing plants, crystal-clear dark rocks, and a stream.

The small river entered Morgan Le Fay’s sight from the right, turned a corner somewhere on the left side of her expected route, flowed towards the distance, and then went straight into the depths of the wilderness.

Morgan Le Fay hasn’t figured out how to face those sudden ancient beings, but she knows that there should be some clues in the ruins of the building not far away.

She travels very fast, and if she is on the surface, she can go even faster.

Her pressure came from invisible places. She wanted to fly high several times, but was blocked by invisible psychological pressure. The previous experience of being played with her buttocks left her with lingering fears, as if there was always some hint growing in her heart. strangeness.

She was eager to find out, as if some kind of mission was driving her, making her pace faster.