Sandy yellow storm. The dragon of steel.

The magnificent scenery that greeted Roland's eyes can only be described in this way.

It's like modern architecture -- no, it's a building that's greater than modern architecture, a building that can be called a work of art.

There are melodious arcs like dragon's spine, and buildings that look like harps; There are also seashells as huge as works of art, or huge buildings that are hundreds of meters high like buds about to bloom.

More often than not, there are overlapping overpass-like, winding corridors. They surround the vicinity of other buildings, and from Roland's vantage point you can even see the transparent passages that connect them to the other buildings.

They are all coated with a silver-gray metallic coating, and they look like metal pythons that are entrenched in a false sleep.

But Roland noticed one thing - there were no walls here.

The so-called city wall is the line of defense to protect the town, so that the people can have a place to live in the face of enemy invasion one day in the future. A city wall is to a town what armor is to a human body.

However, Elcatel does not have walls - because they do not need walls at all.

If a man's muscles are stronger than steel, then the only thing that armor can do for him is to slow him down. None of the buildings in Elcart were exposed to the atmosphere from the beginning, all walked in airtight and solid metal pipes, and the city had no meaning of existing in the city walls from the beginning.

These one-way transparent pipes are densely packed, the lowest of which is long hidden under the desert, and the highest part is even hundreds of meters long. And inside the pipes, there are powerful preservatives. They guarantee maximum inhibition of insect activity, keeping the space clean and at the same time significantly reducing the rate of decay.

Under the yellow sand, everything is hidden in the desert. That's why some explorers see Elcat as a relic of an old civilization.

Yes, from the very beginning, Roland realized that the Professor's Flowing Light could not have harmed Elcart itself.

You know, this is the blessed land of the old days, the land of goblins. Once the center of the world.

The so-called goblin is the incarnation of Gaia. To put it mildly, it doesn't make a difference to describe them as mushrooms growing from Gaia's corpse.

Now that Gaia is dead, these little ones can be said to be the guardians of the earth, the keepers of the throne.

Although they are innocent, kind and weak, all life born from the earth will not try to attack them. Their blood has the properties of some Gaia blood, which can make all life vibrant.

At the same time, they are brilliant intellects and inventors. The elves are knowledgeable and communicative, so although their lifespans are very short, and even if they awaken to the Origin, they will never live to be seventy years old, but they will never think that the elves are stupid.

This is because, although they are the incarnation of Gaia, their birth is inseparable from the Kabbalah, the tree of life. With the exception of the winged elves, who are direct descendants of Gaia, all the wingless elves are imitations created by Kabbalah, modeled after the Sage's mechanism of action and the characteristics of elemental life, and are born from the lake of elves to assist in the development of humanoid lifeforms. From the very beginning of their birth, they existed to be the messengers of the saints.

These goblins are good at inventing. Of course, they will follow an iron rule that Kabbalah admonishes them - that is, every time a new invention is created, all the elves vote for the work, decide whether it should exist in the world, whether it will have any destructive effect on the world, and whether it will make the world a better place.

Nine hundred years before the White Tower wizards invented the pistol-like thermal Xuan gun, the goblins had invented a far more technical folding bow and crossbow that greatly accelerated the speed of arrows through electromagnetism, and a psychic resonance device that could connect the hearts of all soldiers. However, the elves believed that this "overly convenient weapon of war" would magnify the adverse effects of war, and destroyed the invention by a three-quarters vote.

And the existence of the goblins has given Elcat a cross-era technological power.

Whether it's a self-disciplined city, an uninhabited court, a cyborg peacekeeper, a veil device that hides Elcat, or even a potion and machine that produces modernist undead, these are all new things invented by the elves. It is designed for today's Elcat, and it is a creation that is completely in line with the current situation of Elcat.

A large shortage of slaves and laborers, no longer fit for the common man, the supreme absence of the maintenance of the law, complex and fierce factional struggles...... And most importantly, how to continue to expand the undead race after the loss of the Silver Queen, bringing fresh blood and ideas into this silent backwater, and muddying the water a little.

The undead don't need food, they don't need water, they don't need air. Their bodies have long since lost their proper functions, and they are just a corpse that uses their souls to move corpses. If there were a life-like puppet, the undead would be able to move them with a simple drive device, and it would be far more comfortable than using such a fragile and ephemeral body. However, the problem is that the body of inorganic matter is simply unable to resist the decay of all things with negative energy, and instead of reducing the lifespan, it will directly begin to decay.

A body with a 60-year lifespan has lost two-thirds of its lifespan and is still usable; And a plank that's two-thirds of the way through decay is already fragile and shatters at the touch of a touch.

Without the immunity of the two attributes of constitution and will, the power of the guru is absolute for everything. Therefore, the undead can only choose this kind of artificial corpse that decomposes quickly.

As long as it is not treated accordingly, the body of the undead will decay very quickly. The negative energy from the Sleeping Master in their veins leads their bodies to death—flesh decays, bones decay. Without insect repellent injections, the bugs will even lay eggs in their bodies, maggots will emerge from under the skin, and their stomachs will swell due to the gas produced by the decay of their internal organs.

The most terrifying thing is that in the process, the undead still have feelings for themselves.

Even if it's cut into minced meat, as long as the craftsmanship is not a big problem, you may be able to move it if you sew it up and kick it. Even if they are completely burned to ashes, the blood-stained clay and rocks will have a new consciousness and will stand up again.

It would be strange for the undead with this trait to have no difference between the society they form and the human nation.

In today's Elcat, there are no villages, no farmers, no workers. In other words, all mechanical labor has lost its meaning here. Cities will run on their own, taking care of everything that doesn't require intelligence to get things done.

But because of this, the daily life of the undead is as comical as a mime.

They come up with new ideas, create new things, use their services and abilities to make money from others, and then spend that money – and that money flows through the city, creating a closed cycle.

But the undead knew they had to. Only in this way will their cold and indifferent hearts not be so empty as to go crazy.

This is an abandoned place. A place of suffering in a perpetual cycle of closure.

This is Elcat.

“…… Elukado, follow me. ”

Roland looked at the sad miracle hidden in the sandstorm, and it took a long, long time before he said so softly. (To be continued.) )