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 follow the Wolf King, exploring outwards in a clockwise circle, not missing any clues on the ground.

The magical explosion three thousand years ago destroyed almost everything.

All the war machines and the corpses of the most powerful were turned into ashes as fine as sand, and were sucked into the magic storm, leaving no fragments even the size of fingernails at the bottom of the giant cave.

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

It's like squeezing part of the mechanical remains and human tissue as thin as a cicada's wings, and imprinting them deeply on the ground.

Now, it is impossible to tell whether these silhouettes belong to the Holy Light Priest, the Nine-ring Magician or the strongest among the Turan Orcs.

I can't tell whether it's flesh and blood or mechanical remnants.

Meng Chao and Wolf King could only imagine the horror of the explosion through the silhouettes dancing wildly and in extreme pain.

Suffering from such a horrific explosion, it is certainly impossible for the Holy Mountain Temple to remain unscathed.

The two started from directly below the "eye of the storm" and only turned outward three or five times before discovering a large number of pits and pits on the ground.

What's interesting is that these deep downward depressions are not like ordinary craters or meteorite craters that expose rough rock formations, nor are they like the vitrified texture of soil after being burned by high temperatures.

On the contrary, it is like layers of metals with different properties are melted together by extremely high temperatures. Although the shape is changed, the most basic properties are not changed. Instead, a pattern of flowers is formed.

Meng Chao lay on the ground and observed these lines attentively.

Several special alloys and rare metals were discovered, what they look like after being burned at high temperatures.

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

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

Meng Chao spread his fingers and placed them lightly on the ground, trying to input a stream of spiritual energy into the ground, gradually increasing the frequency of the spiritual energy.

But he was a little surprised to find that with the slight vibration of the ground, his power disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea, but only left traces as thick as a hair on the ground.

"How can it be?"

Meng Chao murmured to himself.

You know, his current absolute strength is so powerful that even the alloy armor on the front of a main battle tank can be easily penetrated.

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" cast by this layer of alloy is actually stronger than the armor of a main battle tank?

Wait, no...

This is not "ground" at all.

But "shell".

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

Meng Chao stood up suddenly, squinted his eyes, and looked at the arc-shaped ground where there were burn marks all around, but only the skin was injured, and the enemy did not break through the defense.

An idea flashed in my mind, and I realized that the so-called "Holy Mountain Temple" and "Burning Fireball" are basically the same thing.

It was the spaceship that carried the last hope of the Turan civilization across the sea of ​​stars and crashed onto this planet tens of thousands of years ago.

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

"No wonder, the extremely powerful magical explosion three thousand years ago could not completely destroy the Holy Mountain Temple.

"Because this thing is basically a genuine spaceship. It is made of countless 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 weapons released by the Holy Light Human Race.

Little 'fireworks'.

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

"This does explain why the Turan Civilization did not use the city that the whole passed through as the center and slowly develop to the surroundings like the Dragon City Civilization. Instead, it migrated directly to both sides of the Turan River and built one splendid city after another -

—Because the space in the spaceship is small, the resources will not be abundant, and there is simply not enough living space for the entire race to thrive!

"But, how on earth could such a huge spaceship appear under the Holy Mountain and get stuck firmly in the rock formations?

"Could it be that when traveling through time, one of them didn't wear it properly? It should have been worn on the ground, but it was worn hundreds or even thousands of meters longer and went directly to the ground?

"The Turan civilization is really unlucky..."

Meng Chao originally thought that it was unlucky enough that Dragon City traveled to another world, causing the two spaces to collide and squeeze each other, causing earthquakes, floods, plagues, famines, river diversions, and the emergence of space gaps that continue to this day.

Now it seems that the ancestors of Turan Civilization experienced a hundred times more unlucky experiences than the people of Longcheng.

No wonder they failed to preserve their civilization and slowly transformed into orcs who drank hair and blood.

Come to think of it, when the spaceship filled with the last hope traveled through the rock formations deep in the Holy Mountain and was crushed and destroyed, the mortality rate of the Turan ancestors must have been higher than that of the Longcheng people 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 had to give up their highly developed brains and become muscular sticks that used their fists and teeth to eat.

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

"The fact that the Turan Orcs are unable to unearth it does not mean that the Dragon City people are incapable of excavating it. Even if the Dragon City people alone cannot unearth it, it does not mean that the combined power of the Turan Orcs and even the entire Chaos camp cannot unearth it!"

Meng Chao's heart was pounding.

I saw the Wolf King circling around the burn marks on the outer shell of the Holy Mountain Temple a few times. He was silent for a moment thoughtfully, and then suddenly a claw popped out and lightly scratched the palm of his hand.

A long and thin red line was suddenly drawn on his palm.

A stream of blood followed the palm lines, condensed on the edge of the palm, and then spilled onto the ground - the super alloy shell of the spacecraft.

The ground showed no reaction.

Like a frozen ancient well.

The Wolf King was not discouraged and signaled Meng Chao to continue moving forward.

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

Meng Chao is very patient.

The memory fragments of his past life told him that "Jackal" Canus must have a way to open the Temple of the Holy Mountain - the spaceship that crashed into another world thousands of years ago!

Sure enough, when they turned to the seventh circle, they were already deep into the black fog that seemed to be able to swallow up all light, and the visibility dropped to the bottom.

The blood shed by the Wolf King received a response from the ancestral spirits.

"Buzz..."

It was as if the giant beast that had been dormant deep in the earth for three thousand years woke up and stretched out.

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

Lines of silvery metallic luster, like ripples gushing out from the deep sea, rippled gently from the feet of the two of them, making the "shell" with a radius of dozens of meters become shiny and crystal clear, as if just now

It's as new as it was cast.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chao saw an incredible scene.

The super alloy shell that was originally supposed to be as hard as iron, unable to penetrate even cosmic radiation and magic storms, began to gradually "melt" because of a drop of blood from "Jackal" Canus.

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

They are becoming...

"Liquid metal-like substance?"

Meng Chao murmured.

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

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

It was as if the armor on their bodies was integrated with the entire spaceship.

Then, it spread all over the two people's feet, like a melted candle, and like an extremely viscous mercury-like liquid metal substance. As it slowly flowed and squirmed, it showed an uneven, exquisite and lifelike appearance.

detail.

It was like a long, super-large relief scroll with a width of more than ten meters, extending all the way into the depths of the black mist, seemingly endless, floating up from the bottom of the super alloy shell.

"This is……"

Meng Chao squinted his eyes and carefully observed this "relief".

The content of the "relief" discovered was the epic battle that broke out on the top of the Holy Mountain three thousand years ago.

Of course, it was different from the illusion they received above the giant cave, from the perspective of the Holy Light camp, forming a picture of thousands of troops and horses shrouded in Holy Light galloping horizontally.

This relief is naturally from the perspective of the Tulan orcs, and vividly depicts how countless orc warriors fought one after another, fearless of death, pounced on the killing angel ten times larger than themselves, and even tore them apart with their fangs and claws.

Crack the outer shell of the Killing Angel, get into the Killing Angel's belly, detonate the crystals stored there, and die together with the Killing Angel in an extremely gorgeous explosion.

Although the colors displayed 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 tremble and his blood pumping.

The totem armor hanging on his body was trembling slightly, and he wished he could get into the "relief", return to the ancient battlefield three thousand years ago, and kill everyone.

"Let's go forward along this relief."
Chapter completed!