Chapter 1317: Unlucky Traverser

This sentence is very strange.
It was as if he had been here before, but lost his memory.
Meng Chao didn't have time to ponder these details.
Just following behind the wolf king, exploring outwards clockwise in circles, not letting go of all the clues on the ground.
The magic explosion almost destroyed everything three thousand years ago.
All the war machines and the corpses of the strongest were all turned into fine sandy ashes, and they were sucked into the magic storm, leaving no fragments even the size of fingernails at the bottom of the huge hole.
However, the extremely high temperature at the moment of the big bang, after penetrating the body of the war machine and the Xeon, left a lot of weird silhouettes on the ground.
It's like squeezing part of the mechanical remains and human tissues into a thin cicada wing and deeply imprinting them on the ground.
Now, it is no longer able to distinguish whether these silhouettes belong to the Holy Light Sacrifice, the Nine-Ring Mage, or the strongest among the Turan Orcs.
It is also unclear whether it is flesh and blood or mechanical residue.
Meng Chao and the Wolf King could only imagine the horror of the explosion through their silhouettes dancing wildly and in extremely painful gestures.
Suffered by such a terrifying explosion, of course, the Holy Mountain Temple could not be unscathed.
The two set out from directly under the "eye of the storm" and only turned out three or five times, and found a lot of pits and pits on the ground.
What's interesting is that these traces of deep depression are not like ordinary craters or craters, which expose the rough rock formations, nor do they show a vitrified texture like the soil after being burned by high temperature.
On the contrary, it looks like layers of metals with different properties are melted together by extremely high temperature. Although the shape is changed, the most basic properties are not changed. Instead, a pattern of flowers clusters is formed.
Meng Chao lay on the ground, observing these lines attentively.
Several special alloys and rare metals were discovered after being burnt at a high temperature.
But there are still many alloy shapes and colors that he has never heard of.
In other words, with Longcheng's existing smelting technology, it is still impossible to smelt such an alloy.
Meng Chao spread his five fingers and gently pressed them to the ground, trying to input a psionic energy to the ground, and gradually increase the frequency of psychic agitation.
However, he was a little surprised to find that with the slight shock of the ground, his strength disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea, but only on the ground, leaving traces of the thickness of the hair.
"how is this possible?"
Meng Chao muttered to himself in his heart.
You know, his current absolute strength is already strong enough that even the alloy armor draped on the front of the main battle tank can easily penetrate.
When the psychic field is surging to the limit, it can even tear the main battle tank as easily as a toilet paper box.
In other words, the "ground" cast by this layer of alloy is actually stronger than the armor of the main battle tank?
Wait, no...
This is not "ground" at all.
It's the "shell".
It is the shell of the "flaming fireball" recorded in the creation myth of the Turan civilization!
Meng Chao stood up abruptly, squinted his eyes, and looked at the burning marks all around, but only the fur was injured, and the enemy did not break through the defensive curved ground.
There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he realized that the so-called "Holy Mountain Temple" and the "flaming fireball" are basically the same thing.
It was the spaceship that carried the last hope of the Turan civilization tens of thousands of years ago, crossing the stars and falling onto this planet.
"Yes, what we are stepping on is not the rock under the ground at all, but the outer shell of the spacecraft.
"No wonder the magical explosion that was so powerful three thousand years ago couldn't completely collapse the Holy Mountain Temple.
"Because this thing is basically a real spacecraft. It is made with an unknown number of layers of composite armor. It can withstand stellar storms, cosmic radiation and interstellar dust in the depths of the star sea. Naturally, it is not afraid of the release of the holy light human race. Little'fireworks'.
"In this way, the so-called'City of Falling Stars' is not a real city, but the interior of a spacecraft?
"This explains why the Turan Civilization did not, like the Dragon City Civilization, used the city that the whole traversed as the center, and slowly developed to the surroundings. Instead, it migrated directly to the banks of the Turan River and built one glorious city after another— Because the space in the spacecraft is so small, the resources will not be abundant, and there is simply not enough living space for the entire ethnic group to thrive and thrive!
"It's just that, how could a huge spaceship appear under the sacred mountain and be stuck firmly in the rock formation?
"Is it because when I was crossing, I didn't wear one well. It was supposed to be worn on the ground, but after a few hundred meters or even thousands of meters, it went directly to the ground?
"The Turan civilization is really unlucky..."
Meng Chao originally thought that Dragon City crossed into another world, causing the two spaces to collide and squeeze each other, triggering earthquakes, floods, plagues, famines, river diversions, and the appearance of space gaps that have continued to this day.
It now seems that the experience of the ancestors of Turan civilization passing through is a hundred times more unlucky than the people of Longcheng.
No wonder they failed to maintain their civilization, and slowly transformed into orcs who drank blood.
Think about it, when the spaceship full of last hope passed through the rock formations deep in the holy mountain, and was squeezed and destroyed, the death rate of the Turan ancestors must be higher than that of the Longcheng people half a century ago. Ten times out.
And a large number of advanced and complex technologies were lost at that time.
As a result, their children and grandchildren have to give up their highly developed brains and become muscular sticks that eat with their fists and teeth.
"No, a lot of technology enough to cross the sea of ​​stars is not'lost', but'buried', buried in the depths of the rock under my feet!
"The inability of the Turan Orcs to unearth it does not mean that the Dragon City people are unable to unearth it. Even if the Dragon City people alone cannot unearth it, it does not mean that the forces of the Turan Orcs and even the entire Chaos camp cannot unearth it!"
Meng Chao's heart throbbed.
I saw the wolf king spinning around the burning marks on the outer shell of the Holy Mountain Temple, and he was silent for a moment thoughtfully, and suddenly a paw popped out and lightly stroked his palm.
A slender red line was drawn on the palm of his hand.
A string of blood followed the palm lines, condensed to the edge of the palm, and then spilled onto the ground—the superalloy shell of the spacecraft.
There is no response from the ground.
It's like a frozen ancient well.
The Wolf King was not discouraged, and signaled Meng Chao to move on.
Every three or five steps he took, he would squeeze a drop of blood and spill it on the burn marks on the superalloy shell, trying to penetrate into the depth of the shell.
Meng Chao is very patient.
The memory fragments of the previous life told him that "Jackal" Kanus must have a way to open the Temple of the Holy Mountain-this spaceship that crashed into another world ten thousand years ago!
Sure enough, when they turned to the seventh circle, they had already penetrated into the black mist that seemed to be able to swallow all the light, and their visibility dropped to the bottom.
The blood sprinkled by the wolf king received the response of the ancestor spirit.
"Om..."
As if hibernating in the depths of the earth, the behemoth that had been sleeping for three thousand years awakened and stretched out a lot.
The whole piece of "ground" or "shell" trembled slightly.
The silver metallic luster, like ripples gushing out of the deep sea, gently rippled away from the feet of the two of them, making the "shell" of a radius of tens of meters bright, crystal clear, as if just now It looks like a new one after being cast.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Chao saw an incredible scene.
The superalloy shell, which was supposed to be as hard as iron, and could not penetrate even cosmic radiation and magic storms, began to gradually "melt" because of a drop of blood from "Jackal" Kanus.
That's right, other than "melting", Meng Chao couldn't find a more precise vocabulary to describe the extremely hard metal, like a candle that encounters a high temperature, turning into a sticky thing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
They are becoming...
"Like liquid metal substance?"
Meng Chao murmured.
He finally discovered how similar the melted superalloy shell is to the liquid metal-like substance condensed into totem armor.
Even the feet of Meng Chao and the Wolf King covered with totem armor were slightly sinking into the melted super alloy shell.
It was as if the armor on them was to be integrated with the entire spaceship.
Afterwards, the feet of the two people were covered, both like a melted candle, and a liquid metal substance like an extremely viscous mercury. As it slowly flowed and squirmed, it appeared uneven, exquisite, and lifelike. detail.
It's like a long scroll with a width of more than ten meters, extending all the way to the depths of the black mist, like a long scroll of super-large relief with no end, floating up from the bottom of the superalloy shell.
"This is…"
Meng Chao squinted his eyes and carefully observed this "relief".
The content of the "relief" was found to be the epic battle that broke out on the top of the sacred mountain three thousand years ago.
Of course, it is different from the illusion they received on the giant cave, from the perspective of the holy light camp, forming a picture of thousands of horses and horses shrouded in holy light.
This piece of relief, naturally from the perspective of the Turan orc, depicts how countless orc warriors go forward and succeed, fearlessly fearing death, and pounce on the killing angel who is ten times larger than himself, and even tear it with fangs and claws. Cracking the shell of the killing angel, digging into the belly of the killing angel, detonating the spar stored there, in an extremely splendid explosion, the scene where the angel of killing died together with the killing angel.
Although the colors of liquid metal-like substances are not bright.
The magnificent war scroll was still deeply imprinted on Meng Chao's cerebral cortex, which made him shake his heart and blood.
The totem armor draped on his body trembled slightly, and he could not wait to get into the "relief" and return to the ancient battlefield three thousand years ago to kill the Quartet.
"Go, follow this relief all the way forward."
The Wolf King arrived, "The end of the relief is the entrance to the Holy Mountain Temple!"