"Anno Sixty-Nine: The Mystery and the Unknown, Construct the World. But when the Creator wakes up from the dream, everything He has created will dissipate with it. - "Dragonborn"

"Loss will perish, and the night will pass. It's just that when people face the dawn, how many people can adapt to that kind of light?" - "Dark Book: Extra"

After the noise of monsters and the noise of artillery fire were completely over, in front of the lonely fighter plane in front of him was a piece of emerald green that did not seem so endless, and that kind of tranquility that made people enchant.

After turning off all the switches on the fighter plane, looking at the almost depleted fuel indicator on the dashboard, one of them wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then, he expertly examined every button on the plane, and every place where it was prone to problems.

Fortunately, even after a fierce battle, the fighter as a whole was well maintained and did not suffer too much damage.

Although this damage is not so obvious on the outside.

"Miss. One of them shouted as he slowly dragged his somewhat fat body and laboriously stepped down the hatch of the fighter.

He is Wu Qi, the mechanic brought to the imperial capital by the Luo family, and one of the joint developers of these imperial fighters.

"We're finally here, and it looks like Yanling's fighter hasn't come yet. I don't know what happened to Luo Qi's side, whether he arrived before those imperial fighters. If we arrive first, the situation should be in our favor. Luo Sijie analyzed a lot in one breath.

"yes, we're finally here. Wu Ji simply agreed.

The tense nerves of the two of them after the fierce battle with Yan Ling and the fierce battle between Yan Ling and the monster were finally relieved a little by the soothing scenery in front of them.

Looking at the scene of Wu Ji struggling to get off the plane, Luo Sijie originally wanted to step forward to help.

Even her hands were half stretched out, but the class concept inherent in her mind made her have to retract her hands again, just watching Wu Ji walk down step by step.

"What to do next, does your father have any hints for you?" Luo Sijie asked with some confusion.

She was the first to step out of the Luo family's pitch-black warplane, so from the first moment he stepped onto the verdant meadows, he looked around and observed the environment that belonged to the Lost City realm.

But unfortunately, in addition to the vast grassland in front of him and the few lonely trees around him, only the mountains of clouds that could not be seen in the distance remained.

The clouds added the Lost City in the middle, but they did not encircle the top of the mountains like the dense fog of the mountains on the ground, forming a sea of clouds.

Here, clouds are clouds, land is land, and plants are plants.

They seem to have gone through thousands of years, and they have maintained a tradition of non-aggression against each other.

"Miss, look at this. Wu Ji's voice interrupted Luo Sijie's intoxication and pulled him back to reality abruptly.

At some point, Wu Ji had already walked in front of her from the fighter ladder.

Unconsciously looking up, even the door of the fighter plane was closed, as if it had never been opened.

"Oh, Uncle Wu, you say. Luo Sijie finally brought her thinking and vision back to her eyes.

"What do you think this is?" Wu Ji smiled and took out a metal stick from his pocket, and twisted it three times on its head in front of Luo Sijie, as if playing a trick.

"This is?" Luo Sijie looked at curiously.

"This is the map, the map of the Lost City. Wu Ji continued to laugh, turned the stick-like thing upside down, and slammed it twice in his hand.

A roll of yellow, slightly wrinkled paper appeared in Wu Ji's left hand.

"Maps? Sure enough, my father is still powerful. Luo Sijie praised, with hope, approval and admiration, looking at the paper completely, and then looking up at Wu Ji's cheek from the bottom up.

The face that seemed a little rounded didn't necessarily belong to Wu Ji's age.

It is said that fat people have the characteristics of baby fat, no matter what age they are, their bodies will always look very round, and there will not be a lot of old breath.

In front of Luo Sijie, although Wu Ji's right arm and right leg were prosthetics composed of complex machinery, his cheeks and forehead only belonged to the pilot's special helmet, and there was no shadow of any machinery.

However, Luo Sijie didn't remember what happened to Wu Qi, the person he called his uncle, so that he finally became like this.

But at such an urgent juncture when Ye Gu was captured, Luo Heng, the head of the Luo family, was forced to enter the imperial capital as prime minister, and Long Qing was at such an urgent juncture, Wu Qi was one of the few people who was willing and able to help directly.

On the morning after Luo Heng's nightmare, after Luo Sijie entered Wu Ji's temporary machinery factory in the imperial capital, she was directly left behind and never left a step. As a kind of protection for her, until she boarded the fighter plane developed and modified by Wu Ji himself, and came to this lost city.

It seems that all this seems to have been arranged by Wu Machinery a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Luo Sijie shook his head violently, he didn't believe that Wu Ji's wisdom could be calculated from the beginning to this point, after all, coincidence accounted for most of the factors in everything.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wu Ji couldn't help but ask with concern as he watched Luo Sijie close her eyes and shake her head.

"No, no. Luo Sijie hurriedly denied it, "The time should still be very urgent now, we must hurry up to find Luo Qi and the fighter of Yan Ling, otherwise there is no point in us coming here." ”

"Yes, but what makes me strange is that Luo Qi's fighter plane is not here, and there is no trace of him in the surrounding area. Wu Ji said.

"Then we'll have to go find him first. Luo Sijie looked a little anxious.

After all, Ye Gu was already on the verge of death when he was chosen to be a sacrifice, if Luo Qi, a member of the Luo family who had been taking care of her since she was a child and was like her brother, encountered any danger, then she would live with sadness and regret for the rest of her life.

"You see what the map shows, we're going to enter the Lost City now, and we should be from the rear. Wu Ji brought the map to Luo Sijie's eyes.

"Rear?" Luo Sijie wondered, pointing to a place on the map that represented the direction of the entrance.

Sure enough, in the entire map with a white background, there are two clearly marked entrances, the one directly below is written the entrance in front, and the top one is written in the rear.

Although the map seems to simply indicate the location of the entire Lost City, and the location of the infusion gods, sacrifices, and the main control positions, Luo Sijie also observed that the Lost City in the map is only blue for rivers and small lakes, except for the black color of the walls and castles, and does not see any green for the environment and plants.

Whether this was consciously ignored when the map was drawn, or because of the change of time, which is just a product of a much longer period ago.

"That's right, miss, you see, since we are going to enter from the rear, and we should be at the very edge of the rear, we must be able to reach our destination as long as we keep moving forward. Wu Ji urged, and put the map back into his pocket.

"Aren't we going to find Luo Qi first?" Luo Sijie was a little dissatisfied with Wu Qi's behavior.

"Of course I had to look for them, so I brought this one down as well. Wu Ji replied.

It was only then that Luo Sijie noticed that a strange machine was placed under Wu Ji's feet that she had never seen before.

"Do you want to use this to find them?" Luo Sijie wondered.

"That's right, you see. Wu Ji said, picking up the machine that didn't seem to be huge, and after twisting a few buttons, the device like a half-iron pot above the machine began to rotate continuously, making sounds from time to time.

Squeak, tick tick.

With Wu Yi's slight adjustments, a slight simple picture finally appeared on the screen under the device.

"Is this also a radar?" asked Luo Sijie.

"Yes, and not all. Wu Ji explained with some intriguing, "Radar relies on the electromagnetic waves emitted, oh, you know the electromagnetic waves, I told you." It is the electromagnetic wave that is emitted, and after encountering an obstacle, it will return, and then it will be received by the device and presented in front of us. This thing actually works similarly, but what he launches is the magic source power. In the center of this device is actually a piece of magic source stone that is similar to the magic source stone used to operate the ship you often take, Miss. ”

"Demon Source Force, don't you dislike this?" Luo Sijie asked with a smile.

"yes, but I didn't design this device, I just used it. Of course, I can't tell Mademoiselle where you came from. Anyway, we can use it. Wu Ji explained, looking at the little unclear light point information fed back on the screen, it can be regarded as a preliminary finding of a correct direction.

"In other words, this can find Luo Qi's fighter, right? Luo Sijie reconfirmed.

"That's right, and I'm sure that walking to the right of this big tree, behind the woods we can see, is our destination. Wu Ji said, he didn't care about Luo Sijie behind him, he quickened his pace slightly, and walked straight ahead.

"What a mechanical obsession. Luo Sijie shook her head and sighed, still keeping up with Wu Qi's not too fast pace.

After all, after passing through a few big trees around him, the location of the forest in front of him must not be more than five hundred meters, and it seems that there is no problem with walking.

......

Pain!

Pain!

It hurts a lot!

In a psychedelic half-dreaming and half-awake situation, Yan Ling felt a pain that pierced his heart.

It seemed to come from the depths of his soul, and it seemed that countless flames were scorching his body, more like countless needles, piercing every skin and every corner of his body.

Finally, under the psychedelic and complicated dreams and whispers, Yan Ling finally couldn't bear the disturbance of these pains and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm alive. Yan Ling smiled bitterly and looked around in the cabin of the fighter plane.

Fortunately, except for the fuel indicator on the dashboard, which has indicated that it has indicated zero, everything on the fighter does not seem to have suffered any damage.

Patting his forehead, which was still in a semi-confused state, Yan Ling still unfastened his seat belt with difficulty, but the feeling of weakness in his body still made him have to sit in his position temporarily.

By the way, he was also trying to remember everything that had just happened.

It seems that after defeating the Lord of the Dragons, when he was about to reach the verdant part of the Lost City, the fighter plane suddenly malfunctioned, causing him to lose control for a while.

Then, under the screams of him and Zhou Zhifeng behind him, his fighter plane slammed into a vine again.

"Sure enough, the Lost City is accompanied by a crisis. Yan Ling smiled and laughed at himself.

Just as he was about to get up and open the hatch, his surroundings seemed to be darkening slightly, and between feelings, the sudden sound of strong rain rushed straight into his ears.