Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

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.

He just followed behind the wolf king and explored clockwise in a circle, not letting go of all the clues on the ground.

The magic explosion three thousand years ago destroyed almost everything.

All the war machines and the corpses of the most powerful people were all turned into ashes as fine as sand, and then sucked into the magic storm, leaving no fragments even the size of a fingernail at the bottom of the huge hole.

However, the extremely high temperature at the moment of the big bang left a large number of strange silhouettes on the ground after penetrating through the bodies of the war machines and the strongest.

It was as if part of the mechanical wreckage and human tissue were squeezed to be as thin as a cicada's wing and deeply imprinted on the ground.

Now, it was impossible to tell whether these silhouettes belonged to the Priest of the Holy Light, the Nine-ring Magician, or the most powerful of the Turan orcs.

It is also unclear whether it is flesh and blood or the remains of machinery.

Meng Chao and Wolf King could only imagine the horror of the explosion through the wildly dancing silhouettes and the extremely painful gestures.

It is of course impossible for the Holy Mountain Temple to be unscathed by such a terrible explosion.

The two started from directly below the "Eye of the Storm", and after only turning outward three or five times, they found a large number of potholes on the ground.

What's interesting is that these deeply depressed marks are not like ordinary craters or craters, which expose rough rock formations, nor do they show a vitrified texture like the soil after being burned by high temperature.

Instead, it looks like layers of metals with different properties have been melted together by extremely high temperature. Although the shape has changed, the most basic properties have not been changed. Instead, a colorful pattern has been formed.

Meng Chao lay on the ground, concentrating on observing these lines.

Several special alloys and rare metals were discovered, which looked like after high-temperature burning.

But there are still many shapes and colors of alloys that he has never heard of.

In other words, with Dragon City's current smelting technology, it is still impossible to smelt such an alloy.

Meng Chao spread his five fingers apart, lightly pressed them against the ground, and tried to input a wave of spiritual energy towards the ground, gradually increasing the frequency of the spiritual energy 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 bullock sinking into the sea, leaving only hair-thin traces on the ground.

"How can it be?"

Meng Chao muttered to himself.

You know, his current absolute power is so strong that even the alloy armor on the front of the main battle tank can easily penetrate it.

When the spiritual magnetic force field is agitated to the limit, it can even tear the main battle tank as easily as a toilet paper box.

In other words, the "ground" made of this alloy is actually stronger than the armor of the main battle tank?

wait, no...

It's not "ground" at all.

Rather "shell".

It is the shell of the "burning fireball" recorded in the creation myth of Turan civilization!

Meng Chao stood up abruptly, squinted his eyes, and looked at the surrounding area where there were burn marks, but only the fur was injured, and the curved ground was not broken by the enemy's defense.

There was a flash of inspiration in my mind, and I realized that the so-called "Holy Mountain Temple" and "the burning fireball" were the same thing.

It was the spaceship that, carrying the last hope of the Turan civilization, traveled through the sea of ​​stars and crashed onto this planet ten thousand years ago.

"That's right, what we are stepping on is not an underground rock formation at all, but the outer shell of a spaceship.

"No wonder, the extremely powerful magic explosion three thousand years ago could not completely blow up the holy mountain temple.

"Because this thing is a genuine spaceship. It is made of an unknown number of layers of composite armor. It can even withstand the stellar storms, cosmic radiation, and interstellar dust in the depths of the star sea. Naturally, it is not afraid of the attacks released by the Holy Light Terran. Little 'fireworks'.

"So, the so-called 'City of Falling Stars' is not a real city, but the interior of a spaceship?

"This explains why the Turan civilization did not slowly develop around the city that it traversed as a whole, like the Dragon City civilization. Instead, it migrated directly to the banks of the Turan River and built one brilliant city after another— —Because the space in the spaceship is small, presumably the resources will not be abundant, there is simply not enough living space for the entire group to thrive!

"It's just, how did such a huge spaceship appear under the holy mountain and was firmly stuck in the rock formation?

"Could it be that when crossing, one didn't wear it well, and it should have been worn on the ground, but it was worn hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters, and it went directly to the ground?

"The Turan civilization is really unlucky..."

Meng Chao originally thought that it would be unlucky enough for Dragon City to travel to another world, causing the two spaces to collide and squeeze each other, causing earthquakes, floods, plagues, famines, river diversions, and space gaps that have continued to this day.

Looking at it now, the ancestors of the Turan civilization experienced a hundred times more unlucky than the people of Longcheng.

No wonder they failed to keep their own civilization, and slowly degenerated into orcs who drink blood.

Come to think of it, when the spaceship full of the last hope passed through the rock formation deep in the holy mountain and was crushed and destroyed, the death rate of the ancestors of Turan must be higher than that of the people of Longcheng half a century ago out ten times.

And a large number of advanced and complex technologies were lost at that time.

As a result, their descendants have to give up their highly developed brains and become muscular sticks that eat with their fists and teeth.

"No, a large number of technologies that can cross the sea of ​​stars are not 'lost', but 'buried', buried deep in the rock formations under my feet!

"The inability of the Turan orcs to dig it out doesn't mean that the people of Dragon City are incapable of digging it out. Even if they can't dig it out with the power of the people of Dragon City alone, it doesn't mean that they can't be discovered with the power of the Turan orcs and the entire Chaos faction!"

Meng Chao's heart was pounding.

He saw the wolf king circling the burn marks on the outer shell of the holy mountain temple a few times, thoughtfully silent for a moment, then suddenly popped out a claw, and stroked lightly on his palm.

A slender red line was drawn on his palm.

A string of blood ran along the palm lines, condensed to the edge of the palm, and then spilled onto the ground—the superalloy shell of the spaceship.

The ground was unresponsive.

Like a frozen ancient well.

The wolf king was not discouraged either, and motioned Meng Chao to move on.

Every three or five steps he took, he would squeeze out a drop of blood, sprinkle it on the burn marks of the super alloy shell, trying to penetrate deep into the shell.

Meng Chao was very patient.

The memory fragments from his previous life told him that "Jackal" Kanus must have a way to open the Holy Mountain Temple - this spaceship that crashed into another world ten thousand years ago!

Sure enough, when they turned to the seventh circle, they had penetrated into the black fog that seemed to be able to swallow all light, and their visibility dropped to the bottom.

The blood shed by the wolf king received a response from the ancestors.

"Om..."

As if dormant in the depths of the earth, the giant beast that had been sleeping for three thousand years woke up and stretched its waist.

The entire "ground" or "shell" trembled slightly.

A streak of silvery metallic luster, like ripples gushing out of the deep sea, gently rippled away from the feet of the two of them, making the "shell" with a radius of tens of meters become shiny and crystal clear, as if just now It is as new as it was cast.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chao saw an incredible scene.

The superalloy shell that was supposed to be as hard as iron, impenetrable even to cosmic radiation and magical storms, began to gradually "melt" because of a drop of blood from "Jackal" Kanus.

That's right, apart from "melting", Meng Chao couldn't find a more precise word to describe the extremely hard metal, just like a candle encountering high temperature, it turned into a sticky mass at a speed visible to the naked eye.

they are becoming...

"A liquid metal-like substance?"

Meng Chao murmured.

He finally discovered how similar the melted superalloy shell was to the liquid metal-like substance condensed into the totem armor.

Even the feet of Meng Chao and Wolf King covered with totem armor were slightly sunk into the melted superalloy shell.

It seems that the battle armor on them should be integrated with the entire spaceship.

Afterwards, it covered the feet of the two of them, like a melted candle, but also like a liquid-like liquid metal substance like extremely viscous mercury. With the slow flow and wriggling, it presented an uneven, exquisite and lifelike image. detail.

It is like a super-large relief scroll with a width of more than ten meters, extending all the way to the depths of the black mist, floating up from the bottom layer of the super alloy shell.

"This is……"

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the "relief".

The content of the "relief" was found to be the epic battle that broke out on the top of the holy mountain three thousand years ago.

Of course, it is different from the phantom they received on the giant cave, starting from the perspective of the Holy Light camp, forming a picture of the thousands of troops and horses shrouded in the Holy Light galloping freely.

This piece of relief, of course, is from the perspective of the Turan orcs, and it depicts countless orc warriors, how to advance one after another, fearless of death, pounce on the killing angel, which is ten times bigger than himself, and even tear it with fangs and claws. Crack the shell of the killing angel, drill into the stomach of the killing angel, detonate the spar stored there, and die together with the killing angel in the extremely gorgeous explosion.

Although the colors presented by liquid metal-like substances are not bright.

The magnificent war scroll was still deeply imprinted on Meng Chao's cerebral cortex, making his mind shake and his blood racing.

The totem battle armor worn on his body trembled slightly, wishing to get into the "relief sculpture", return to the ancient battlefield three thousand years ago, and kill all directions.

"Go, move forward along this relief."

The wolf king arrived, "The end of the relief is the entrance to the holy mountain temple!"