Chapter 1147: A Picture Hidden Under the Sand
The next morning, when Roland walked out of his bedroom and into the castle hall, the Tachira witches, who had been disconnected, raised their elbows to him and gave him the highest courtesy.
"Good morning, Your Majesty, and thank you for your hospitality. β
"Last night was arguably the best experience I've had in 100 years. β
"I'm going to look forward to the next reunion with my dreams in the final battle. β
β...... What the hell happened last night?" asked Anna curiously as the Divine Punishment Witch left the castle with a happy and contented face.
"A sumptuous high-end banquet. Roland smiled, and with Tong En's cooperation, Duoduo almost swept nearly half of the food on the table. Thanks to a dinner party of this size, it doesn't matter how much the guests eat, even if it is thrown away, it will be immediately filled with new meals, and it will be replaced by an ordinary self-service store, but I am afraid that it will already be targeted by the waiter. After all, according to the consumption rate of the "invisible pocket", ten mouths are not enough to eat.
"Hear me...... All hungry. Anna gurgled in her stomach, "When will I be able to eat those things?"
Looking at the other party's expectant blue eyes, Roland couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, "In a few years, it will definitely be possible." β
High-end delicacy is mainly reflected in the ingredients, and the reason why modern people can enjoy the delicacies of the mountains and seas from all over the world is based on a developed transportation network. If you want to eat fresh sea urchins from Bishui Port in Wudong, you have to at least double or triple the speed of inland river vessels.
Of course, even if the technology can't meet the requirements in a short period of time, as long as you can make a final decision in the decisive battle and completely drive the devil out of the fertile plains, it is not bad to take the Seagull to all parts of the Grey Castle for honeymoon and enjoy special food.
Breakfast was the usual egg bread, plus a cup of chaos drink, which was really not very tempting for Roland, who had also eaten and drunk in the sea in his dreams. However, thinking that the Tachira Witch still had to replenish his body's consumption with high-heat dry food shaped like chewing wax, he still ate the contents of the plate cleanly.
After breakfast, Anna quickly said goodbye to him and headed for the North Slope Lab, where she had little time to spare, either in Neverwinter or on the front lines. In fact, most of the members of the League of Witches do. Back in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, he could see familiar figures passing by in the vestibule from time to time, witches had fully integrated into the city, and were working with ordinary people to create the future they wanted.
Just then, Nightingale pushed open the door and walked in.
"A letter from the Daqing Port garrison. She placed a thick paper bag on her desk, "I saw Sean holding this when I was downstairs, so I brought it with me." β
"So heavy?" Roland picked up the paper cutter.
"It was supposed to be delivered by sea. Nightingale walked up behind him and pulled out a bag of dried honey fish from a drawer, "I've checked it, and I haven't found anything unusual." β
Roland opened the paper bag and dumped its contents outβin addition to letter paper and a stack of sketches, there were several bags of sealed "stones". Externally, it is similar to the last sample presented by Rex.
He took a quick look at the contents of the letter and couldn't help but frown. The report of the First Army shocked him, the so-called ancient ruins are not just a little square inch of the submarine cave at all, but the norm all over the cape!
After receiving his order, the Daqing Port garrison immediately took action, and according to the instructions of Simbadi of Mojin, they planted a large number of explosives above the sea cave, directly blowing up the entire roof of the cave. Enraged, the ironclad giant scorpion broke through the ground, and was then beaten by several machine-gun squads and mortar squads on the uncovered sand, and was beaten into a hornet's nest before he could climb ten steps.
This result is not unexpected, but it was the clean-up exploration that followed.
Measurements by the engineering team showed that the explosives caused a subsidence of varying shades of ground within a radius of several hundred metres, which far exceeded the effect of the explosives. From the attached hand-drawn drawing, he could see that the huge sand surface had formed a sliding slope, as if the whole earth had collapsed.
After that, the First Army carried out many blasts and organized people to move sand and dig holes, and finally found 16 exploration points near Daqing Port that could dig up "stickman relics", and if they were connected into a line, the area covered was enough to fit seven or eight seaports.
Due to limited manpower, the sandworms only cleared three collapses in a month's time, but the results were strikingly similar - all of them were covered with "stone monument walls" five to ten meters thick under the desert, and where they were not filled with stone monuments, clusters of green grass could be seen.
After flipping through those lifelike hand-painted scenes, Roland couldn't help but fall silent.
First of all, this is excellent news.
If the stele is used as a resource to exploit, the more reserves the better, and now that the stereo has been completed, with the news, large-scale production is equivalent to a guarantee.
What's more, there must be more than one use for this peculiar piezoelectric silicide, and all he can think of now is a pressure gauge, a lighter, a quartz clock, and so on......
There is also the imitation of the Ritual Rubik's Cube - although the exploration results show that the number of Radiant relics is far less than that of the stickman, it is not a big problem to put together a bunch of Rubik's Cubes, for example, the samples sent back this time can almost meet Selene's research needs.
But what can be hidden under the report is chilling.
Just in the vicinity of Daqing Port, so many "stone tablets" have been discovered, so how many stone tablets will exist under the entire endless cape? If we regard them as the remains of silicon-based creatures, the larger the number, the more tragic the battle of extermination.
Moreover, the soil structure of the three collapses is almost identical, indicating that they should have been formed in the same period.
An incredible picture gradually formed in Roland's mind.
Perhaps the desertification in the far south was not caused by a lack of water, and Yinchuan was not originally an underground river, which was once lush and green, no different from the rest of the mainland.
Until the war continued here.
A staggering number of stickmen were killed by the Radiators, and the corpses spread all the way to cover the entire land. This can be seen in the murals of the Temple of the Damned, where the Radiators eventually seized the relics of the gods and won the war.
The key lies after the Battle of the Divine Will.
The carcasses of silicon-based life do not decay as quickly as carbon-based beings, turning into nutrients from the soil and thus returning to the cycle of the biosphere. Layer upon layer of shells were stacked on the grass, perhaps thicker than several floors. The river was blocked, the trees were overwhelmed, and most of the plants had lost their living space, and only the vines could climb up the crevices to soak up the precious sunlight.
The ecology of the Far South was destroyed.
But nature is always inclusive.
Whether organic or inorganic, they will eventually become part of the world.
After hundreds of years, the uppermost shell gradually weathered, became sand, and then scattered layer by layer. They move with the wind until all the holes are filled. In the process, the vines that grew in the cracks died one after another, and only the vast open space that was not crushed by the stickman survived - a large number of them resisted the erosion of the wind and sand, and turned the gravel back into dirt.
It's hundreds, if not thousands, of evolution.
The countless corpses in the upper layer were piled up into a desert little by little, and they isolated the corpses in the lower layer from the sea breeze, piling up the original coastline more than ten meters high. The flow effect of the sand dunes makes the pressure below always in a state of flux, and the stone monument glows, extinguishes, glows, and extinguishes, and this extremely long alternation does not guarantee the diversity of plants, but allows some grasses with long growth cycles to survive. As for the vacant land, it became the Yinchuan Oasis and nurtured the people of Mojinsha.
In other words, the current Iron Sand City and Daqing Port are built on weathered corpses......
This image made Roland shiver.
He even wished he had guessed the wrong direction.
If there really is no end to the battle of divine will, how many victims will there be in this world?
Under the earth, in the depths of the ocean......
I'm afraid I can't find a single area that hasn't been soaked in blood.