"Incredible." The old man Delon looked at the city that appeared in front of him and was a little shocked.

The fog seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier from the edge of the city, and the concentration was much thinner, and the visible range naturally increased greatly. This allowed Farley and others, who were standing on an abandoned building, to see more and farther in their field of vision.

It's one thing to conjecture, it's another thing to see with your own eyes.

In any case, no matter how many words and no amount of imaginary pictures are as shocking as the ones that appear in front of you.

If you haven't personally experienced a scene or something, no matter how much you read the relevant text and picture materials, you will always be separated by a layer.

This layer represents a layer that divides the line between reality and imagination.

"It doesn't look like the civilization of the ancients. If this is Atlantis, then the highly developed civilization that was rumored to be in the past is already comparable to the current reality in some respects? It's incredible. The sturdy man Farley couldn't help but follow, he remembered what he had seen and heard along the way.

Although it was covered by fog, even the scaly claw found as it advanced was enough to prove that this was not an imaginary ancient civilization of cold weapons.

"It looks weird." The old man looked around. It's a fringe of the city, with low-rise and dilapidated buildings, narrow, dirty streets, and a strange smell wafting in the wind.

But at the heights, you can see the magnificent and tall buildings in the center of the city.

"Everywhere there are rich and poor. Even now, there are still rich and poor areas, and there is even one otherworld. There's no reason why this city is exempt from this. Unless its system and civilized economy are too much ahead of us.

But I don't believe that. The sturdy man subconsciously said his mantra again, and he always didn't believe it. But this kind of unbelief is not a simple denial, but more like an encouragement, as well as a means to enhance persuasion and self-confidence!

"If this is the site of Atlantis that we found, then the deciphered data shows that the country's power system should lie in the use of mysterious crystals containing strange powers.

It's like the human use of resources such as oil and coal.

We are mainly electricity, so electricity and thunder occupy a heavy place and power in our hearts.

The power in the mystical crystal is different. They are more like spirit stones and magic crystals, or high-compression energy crystals, which are highly crystalline forms of energy. But its applicability is much broader.

According to the available intelligence information, this mysterious crystal is the core of the Atlantean civilization. Civilization arose because of it! Without it, civilization would at least regress to a time close to primitive.

That kind of crystal may be a specialty of this sunken continent, or it may be the handiwork of the main god world. I think we can put these questions aside for now.

I'm going to go around the city and find out more about it. ”

After the sturdy man finished speaking, he looked at his companion beside him. The old man Delon nodded: "You are one of us who has mastered the skills of the language. But I don't think there's any need to take the risk, so let's ask someone here first.

The more glamorous the city, the more prosperous the area and the city center have to avoid trouble, and the possibility of being noticed and targeted is too great. On the other hand, in places such as the fringes of cities and slums, where there is already chaos, even if there is an accident, the chance of encountering danger is lower. ”

Farley nodded approvingly. He knew that the old man Delong's words did not mean that this place was not dangerous, but that he could try not to attract the attention and hostility of the city's officials.

In the confusion, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. Even if you are confident in your own strength and strength, there is no need to get into trouble when you don't know anything. After all, they are not the kind of people who have a little power and feel that the level of power in this world is nothing more than that.

It is not clear how terrible the resource world is, but what they do know is that there is no such thing as a win.

The dark alleys of the Dirty Land are not hard to find, and the kind of people who roam the streets are few, but they can be found at a glance.

Especially the garbage mountains with piles of garbage, and from time to time there will be several waste pickers.

Among them were adults, teenagers, and children who looked thin and flimsy, but who were as slippery as loaches, and who looked to be less than ten years old.

The appearance is not much different from that of humans, that is, it is like a mixture of Eastern and Western races, with black hair and black eyes, but most of the facial features are biased towards the three-dimensional Western face.

Soon, several hunters captured six scavengers for the Farleys, three adults, two teenagers, and a skinny, dirty little girl with a large head and a small body, who looked like a deformity.

The two teenagers struggled desperately, but to no avail, and the little girl was very quiet, except for the terror and fear that could not be hidden in her big bright eyes, and she was honestly carried in the air by a hunter with a big waist and a round waist carrying her clothes like a chicken.

Although the three young men who looked to be in their twenties and fifteens were also very honest, their eyes that were purring and turning and shifting in other directions from time to time were full of oiliness.

"@#&$......" One of the three youths saw the two of Farley, and immediately blurted out a series of unknown words.

Farley listened attentively with his eyes closed, and immediately understood the meaning of the sentence, the vocabulary, the pronunciation of the words, and other information in his mind. Coupled with the words found in the ruins he had mastered, communication was not too difficult.

"This is the Jackals' territory?" Farley looked at the young man who spoke, "So what? ”

The young man was stunned for a moment with his two companions.

Gangs are organized in a more chaotic and impoverished area like this, the more likely they are to emerge, and there is fertile ground for this phenomenon to grow. Looking at the piles of tall and numerous mountains of garbage in front of him, and then looking at the few captives in front of him, it is not unusual for a gang organization to appear, and it is worth caring if it does not appear.

"You will be put to death!" The young man screamed violently.

"I thought this was the place to do whatever you wanted. There are only the Jackals in this area, or is it the territory of your Jackals that these garbage mountains occupy? Someone should be fighting with you all the time, right? Farley didn't care about the threat of youth.

"Is silence golden? Or do you think these people can save you? Farley wanted to ask more, but he, and the people around him, had already noticed dozens of people surrounded him with various patchwork weapons, and the number was still increasing.

"It's better to have equipment. Just to see how effective you are here. Is that what you use to fight? Farley looked at the people gathered around, a little curious. He could feel the cruelty and ruthlessness in these people, and he could see the numbness and indifference to life in the indifferent eyes of these people, but he really didn't mind. He has seen a lot of this kind of outlaws, and the only thing that can make him happy is the weapons and power system of this world.

If possible, he hoped that these people and the weapons in their hands would not be too weak, and the stronger the potential of this world's power system, the happier he would be.