Chapter Twenty-Three: The Bronze City

Silence, quiet, darkness.

Ye Sheng was suspended in the water, looking at the endless cyan in front of him.

"Is this the Bronze City? The palace of the King of Bronze and Fire? ”

The soft voice of Aki Aki passed through the signal line between the two of them, and the familiar graceful figure could be seen when he turned his head slightly, which greatly relieved the uneasiness and loneliness in his heart.

The buddy system is one of the most important rules of diving. Anyone who is trained to dive, whether amateur or professional, will tell you on the first day that you must dive in two people. Diving with a dive buddy can not only better prevent underwater accidents, but also relieve psychological stress when diving to extremely deep depths.

Especially their half-breed, a race that has blood sorrow flowing from their bones, needs to relieve loneliness and pressure.

"Ah, yes. The place is so secretive that even though the professors have done a lot of research and analysis based on literature and sources, they can only guess a rough idea - but today it has been seen again. The Witnesses are us. ”

Ye Sheng said as he unscrewed the strong waterproof flashlight on his helmet, and the light hit the bronze city wall, revealing some intricate patterns of rust.

And that's not to the point. The entire bronze wall is dozens of meters high, and the disc-shaped gears of various sizes can be seen through the gap between the gears, and the various transmission bearings and brackets in them can be seen in them, which are precisely interlocking and beautiful - maybe this is Omega's specialty? But the huge wall in front of me has been magnified hundreds of times!

This bronze city was completed more than 2,000 years ago, and it is hard to imagine how high the alchemy level of the makers was.

"What a great work of art, it must be a good sightseeing spot in the future."

Seeing him nod his head thoughtfully, Aki couldn't help laughing: "Even if it is excavated in the future, this is also the ruins of the Dragon King's Palace, and it is impossible for the public to visit it at will!" ”

"That's a pity, otherwise I'd come more often even if the tickets were a little more expensive."

Ye Sheng shrugged his shoulders to end the joke, and then took the lead in exploring the deep corridor ahead.

Aki followed closely behind, gently holding Ye Sheng's hand through the thick diving gloves.

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On the Moniach, the storm was still in turmoil, and the crew stayed at their posts looking forward to the return of the underwater personnel and the welfare after completing the mission, not knowing that their captain's life had fallen into the hands of others.

"What do you mean, there will be a near-second-generation dragon monster under this water? And Ye Sheng and Aki will also die inside because they triggered the mechanism of the Bronze City and the oxygen stock is not enough?! ”

Black claws mixed with bright red were still around Rundstedt's neck, but that didn't intimidate him or stop him from questioning.

"I've said that I'm not hostile to the Kassel Academy," Mercer explained, "and your purpose is the same as mine, and I'm doing it just because of inconvenience and time constraints. ”

"I don't think the situation is going to be a good solution."

Rundstedt still didn't let go, but at least he was a little more relaxed - with this man's current force, it would not be difficult to kill everyone on the ship quietly, but he did not act brutally but only negotiated semi-coercively, at least indicating that he was unlikely to be on the side of the dragons.

So what should be done in this situation now? False and wrongful snakes and then waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack and counteract? Or make a phone call and ask the principal first?

"Whoa...... Call the Moniach, this is Ye Sheng, call the Moniach," the communication from the captain's room suddenly sounded, followed by Ye Sheng's calm voice, "We seem to have found some kind of unusual carving here, well, very fine...... The prediction has a heavy dà value, and it may be a dragon text that has not been included! ”

Hearing this, Mercer just thought about it, and then let go of the coercion of Selma, and she also hurried to the big screen to connect the cameras on Ye Sheng and Aki.

The footage first moves past a massive wall of bronze gears, and then the camera pans upwards to the massive hollow dome. I saw that the above was carved with lines like the tide of the sea, like the scattered branches and leaves of a giant tree, the bulges and depressions overlapped, bent into a piece of undecipherable text, quite a sense of vertigo.

"This is really Longwen! It is worthy of being the ancestor of alchemy, and has the most knowledge...... Backup! This is valuable first-hand information and must be backed up! ”

Seeing this picture, Rundstedt was rarely excited - and he didn't blame him, dragons were originally a race that relied on bloodlines and dragons to transmit power, bloodlines were born and could not be changed, and dragons only had a few words left by Nicholas Flamel - if these dragons really never appeared, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance the strength of the entire half-breed class.

"That's not your average dragon text."

Mercer interrupted him, but he didn't appear nervous at this juncture—because the image had already begun to pass, which meant that Aki's vision had begun.

"It's a trap that induces half-breeds to hallucinate, and presumably Aki, who was tricked, should have cut off the ......"

In the middle of the sentence, the transmission was aborted on the screen, and Thelma, who was trying to retrieve the lifeline immediately, noticed that the wheel was spinning unusually fast - because there was no object hanging underneath.

The joy of Rundstedt from a second seemed to remain on his face, but now it was so blue that it had deteriorated.

There was an eerie silence in the captain's room, and Rundstedt stared at the mask on Mercer's face, as if to see something, or just to spew out the anger in his eyes; Mercer did not move, but gathered up the remaining claw; Poor Selma looked at this and that, and finally wisely chose to continue to shrink into the corner as a little transparent.

"By now you should have believed me." After a long time, Mercer spat out the words, accompanied by unconcealed ridicule.

“…… Do I have any other options? "Rundstedt's voice was a little hoarse, student, it is true that he as a professor could not let go at all." Say, what do you want to do now? ”

"It's simple, my purpose wasn't so complicated in the first place, and if you had made a decision earlier, I wouldn't have been so foolish," Mercer stretched, almost spitting out a cigar and spitting out a cigarette ring with the comfort of a beating, "It's not too late, let me tell you what the right way to save the world is!" Dear Professor Mance Rundstedt! ”

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