Chapter 1291: Exploring the Wilderness (6)

At the same time, somewhere underground in the Sahara Desert, in the supply depot of the ancient gods and men, [City of the Dead].

"Wow. The next day, Bediwell returned to the glass-made underground botanical garden, and was a little surprised to see Area Zero, which had been turned into a vacant lot.

The technology of the ancient gods and men is simply amazing, and even a simple food supply station is full of their wisdom. Not only did they build this extremely hidden supply station underground, which was difficult for ordinary people to find, but they also used some kind of special glass to maximize the sunlight on the ground and send it to the ground without attenuation. Relieved of the sand and heat, undisturbed by excessive water dispersion, and greatly nourished by the endless sunlight of the desert, the plants in this underground supply depot grew surprisingly luxuriantly, to the point of madness.

It's also very inhabitable, as it's cool and humid, and it rains regularly every day: distilled water dripping from the huge glass ceiling. They may come from the transpiration of the plants here, or perhaps some kind of water extracted from the underground water veins by ancient people, in short, this glass world is like an all-encompassing greenhouse, a small paradise full of intoxicating greens in the harsh desert.

"You'll never know, it's actually emery. Arthur grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, the kind of highly transparent, but extremely fine-grained sand. They appear to be slightly white from a distance, but people can see that they are actually very fine glass shavings. But their surface is polished so smooth that it doesn't prick your hands at all.

"Emery?" Bediwell was momentarily confused.

"The compounds of silicon and carbon are about the same hardness as diamonds. Emery is generally the main component of bulletproof glass. Tristan, the fish-man prince on the side, gave Bediwell a blank look: "What's the matter, don't you even know this bit of common sense?" The werewolf gave the fish-man prince a blank look: "As for me, I generally only remember knowledge related to combat." It doesn't matter if you remember the things that aren't of much use. Remembering too much is just stuffing your brain with garbage -- like some stupid fish. Tristan's forehead immediately stood out, and he drew his weapon with one hand: "What are you talking about, say it again?!" The knight king on the side was immediately unhappy: "Are you elementary school students? Can't you stop once in a while?" "Hmph!" Bediwell and Tristan snorted in unison, each crossing his arms to his chest, and turned his face away in disbelief.

"Sometimes I think these two guys have similar personalities - they are both equally naïve. Evan interjected coldly.

"Not really!" "Mind your!" immediately drew a scolding from Tristan and Bedwell. This rightfully drew a fierce glare from King Arthur, and the two young men had to shut their mouths.

Bediwell collected samples of sand on the ground as he walked deeper into Area Zero, but he was quickly stunned.

More accurately, he was stunned by the scenery in front of him.

This underground supply station is made of emery and is a highly transparent world. As a result, from the middle of Area Zero, you can already see the underground glass sea outside the supply station, the Sahara Desert.

The wonders of the underground glass sea, of course, the werewolf youth has seen it once. However, it was late in the evening, the sun on the ground was not abundant, and Bedeville was in a hurry to find a way out, and then was besieged by a large group of desert sharks, so the werewolves were not in a position to appreciate the beauty of this glass sea at that time.

And now it was morning, the sun was shining, and countless pillars of light poured down from the glass ceiling of the underground glass sea, from those large quicksand pits, turning into a link of thousands of lights. Echoing this, hundreds of thousands of feet underground, the fire of lava seeped out of the sea of glass sand with high transparency, and from the bottom up, it turned into another sea of firelight.

Such a spectacle stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, as if the entire Sahara Desert, and even the whole of Africa, its majesty can indeed shock anyone in the world, even the heroes who are accustomed to seeing big scenes have to bow their heads and admire.

"Grandiose, isn't it?" King Arthur whispered as he walked up to the werewolf, "It's hard to imagine that this thing is natural. And there is a high probability that it is indeed man-made, a scar left for the planet in some ancient war. "Is this a scene caused by war?!" "Mass collapse technique." Tristan also came over and whispered, "According to the research of geological experts, it should be this forbidden technique that can create this kind of wonder." In a certain war in ancient times, a certain guy who was not afraid of death resorted to one of the four forbidden techniques, the ultimate magic [mass collapse technique], and then the entire desert collapsed around this person, and it continued in an uncontrollable chain reaction. The whole magic lasted for a long time, and then there was a reaction of mass collapse, and the highly compressed sand in the desert turned into an incomparably hard emery, reforming a sea of glass under the stratum. On the other hand, the part of the desert near the ground was pushed up, and was continuously affected by the force of the mass collapse technique, which became partly a glass zenith and partly reduced to yellow sand, covering the secret of the earth. "It's like a scab. Evan couldn't help but sigh.

"Scabbed?" the half-dragon youth nodded: "This planet, this natural world, is full of mystery and mystery. People have a way to use forbidden techniques to hit it hard, and to make huge scars on its body, and it has a way to heal itself and scab over the wounds. This sea of glass was supposed to be a hellish scene after the Great War, but what I saw was a peaceful and magnificent spectacle. Seeing this qiē, I really have to admit that there may be some kind of huge force in the underworld that dominates the qiē and maintains the balance of the world.

Human beings are small, but they are just a speck of dust in this vast universe. We may be the marionettes of fate, each acting as a cog under the impetus of some great force. No matter what we do or how far we go, we can't get out of the palm of fate. Unexpectedly, he immediately received a slap in the back of the head, and Tristan said contemptuously: "Save it, great poet." If you have time to express your feelings, it is better to complete the investigation and move on to the next destination. Ivan let out a grunt from deep in his throat and didn't say anything more.

The werewolf couldn't help but scratch his head and boldly asked, "Since this qiē is caused by the residual effect of the forbidden art, that is, one day, when the effect of the forbidden art completely wears off, the great desert in the glass sea will collapse?"

"Maybe, maybe not. The Knight King looked at the glass ceiling of the underground glass sea and thought: "That glass ceiling still looks quite solid, doesn't it? Maybe most of the sand will pour down from those quicksand pits and bury this glass sea, but the zenith will not collapse?" At this time, Gwen Green, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "It will collapse." I've simulated it with a computer and it will crash. "Oh?" Gwen Green's mouth curled into a malicious smile as he continued, "I have measured that the total area of this underground glass sea is three-quarters the size of the Sahara Desert, and there is not half a support in the entire area. With the exception of a small number of rock formations along the edge of the Glass Sea, the zenith of the entire Sea of Glass is supported entirely by the buoyancy provided by the remnants of a forbidden spell. When the effect of the forbidden spell wears off and the anomalous buoyancy is completely eliminated, the hundreds of millions of tons of yellow sand in the Sahara Desert will crush the zenith and bury a single qiē here.

The impact of the yellow sand from the sky may even crush the ground of the sea of glass, triggering a chain reaction of lava underground. Then the Sahara Desert will become a hell of spitting lava and scorching sand. In this state, even sand boats will not be able to sail safely, and the whole of Africa will be swept away by sandstorms. Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Huhuhu, this underground glass sea is actually a time bomb that has yet to explode, a kind of revenge of nature against humans. Someday, it will explode all at once and make the guys in Africa suffer a little. But this has nothing to do with Great Britain at all, and it is not the British people who die, so whatever. "How can you brat talk like that—" Bediwell finally couldn't hold back, clenching his fists to deliver a blow to Gwen Green.

But King Arthur grabbed the werewolf's hand and shook his head: "Don't touch him." Gwen Green is not a combatant, and you can move his head with one punch. But we still need his genius head, and he is one of Britain's irreplaceable treasures. "Humph!" Bediwell retracted his fist and sulked. He knew that Gwen Green was sneering at him maliciously, but the werewolf had long since turned his face away, out of sight.

Bediwell then glanced to the ground. Beneath the endless piles of sand there were many looming shadows, set off by the glow of the lava deep underground, but not like rocks.

"Anyway," the werewolf couldn't help but ask curiously, "Since this is the supply station of the ancient god and human race, there was a protective cover covering this area zero before, and every qiē was managed so strictly, that is to say, this supply station must be controlled by some kind of system?" "Yes, but we haven't been able to detect the location of the system yet." King Arthur snorted with a little dissatisfaction: "The technology of the ancient people is far more advanced than ours, and most of their machines are made of special stealth alloys, which are extremely difficult to detect. Speaking of this, Bediwell couldn't help but interject: "Uh, those shadows under the ground can't be" "It's very likely, but do you know how deep those dark shadows are buried?" Arthur smiled wryly: "The glass of this sea of glass can deflect light." You see those shadows and think they're close, but in fact they're probably buried millions of feet underground. In addition, this sea of glass itself is very unstable, and we can't move it without strong enough excavation support. "Definitely. The werewolf looked at the shadows that lay beneath him.

Though not sure, Bediwell always had the feeling that the shadows were not so much a collection of machines as a whole subterranean ruin. It's a pity that this underground sea of glass is too close to the lava layer, and if you dig indiscriminately, it is likely to cause a large eruption of underground lava, so it's better not to mess with it.