A progress bar flashed, and the small door on one side of the drain pod made a slight pneumatic sound, opening to reveal the corridor inside, illuminated by countless headlights.

Silver Dust walked through the hallway as fast as he could, pushing open another unlocked door, and saw a spectacular sight he would never forget in his life.

This is an extremely vast underground space, with a length, width and height of more than 800 steps. There is not a single column in this huge building-like space, only thigh-thick steel pipes are stacked on top of each other, like a honeycomb to form a huge and friendless dome skeleton, supporting the entire space. Silver Dust looked up at the steel tube structure on the high dome that seemed to be stacked with layers of cobwebs, and was dizzy for a while. He reached out and gently stroked a steel pipe against the wall, nothing but the coldness of the steel. There is no trace of enchantment on the whole steel pipe, not even a trace of alchemy, no gaps, no bubbles, and even the place where the steel pipe and the steel pipe meet do not have the slightest droplets, bulges or bubbles left during electric welding, it is completely a whole broken line. This is a civilization that does not rely on magic at all, and has the ability to industrialize and even travel interstellarly. This civilization is not inferior to magical civilization in any way, and is even far more advanced than the Gabroyles imagined in some aspects.

Pure industrial civilization, Gabroyle's mages are not all insightless, the civilization of the Trisolaran and Zenith is the most typical example, it stands to reason that Silver Dust should not be surprised. But the problem is that the civilization that unfolds in front of you is in the same vein as Silver Dust, River Evil Luohai City, Gabriel, and even the magical civilization itself, which is the civilization developed by the ancestors of magicians 100,000 years ago. Silver Dust stared at the huge steel tube dome full of infinite industrial aesthetics, at the huge workshop chandelier on the dome and the even more massive concrete ceiling, and felt like the hapless archaeologist who picked up the artificial heart from the pharaoh's tomb, crushed to slag by the great wisdom of his ancient ancestors.

Silver Dust is a mage, a holy mage, so he, like thousands of mages in this universe, has a pride of the supremacy of magic, and has the arrogance of a mage who will not bow to anyone with a spell in his hand. As for the purely technological civilizations developed by aliens, he is as dismissive as most of his compatriots. He, like most of his compatriots, gave a fairly low estimate of all the achievements of civilization on the ancient earth 100,000 years ago. Silver Dust has always believed that it was already very difficult for ancient Gabroyle, that is, the human beings on the ancient earth, not to live the life of a primitive tribe.

However, when he looked away from the great dome and looked at the ground a hundred meters below, he felt that the whole world he had always believed in exploded. His whole body convulsed, and even bright red blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he could barely stand on his feet, and he almost fell straight down the steel staircase.

"God shoots down the sun. ”

"God crushed the moon. ”

"God has pierced the sky with the stars. ”

"God cut the earth from the edge. ”

"God shatters the kingdom of heaven. ”

"God has leveled hell. ”

"God captured the angels of the heavens and all worlds and buried them alive in the main battlefield called Zhulu. ”

"God sacrificed the head of Jesus to Pangea. ”

"God comforted Chiyou with Satan's blood. ”

"The god hid the Xuanyuan Sword under the throne of the Qianqing Palace. ”

"God demolished the Lingxiao Hall and used it to repair the door wall of the Forbidden City. ”

......

"The gods named the Winter Palace the abode of the Emperor of Men. ”

"God designated the Summer Palace as the residence of the Emperor of Heaven. ”

"God uses the water of the South China Sea to the forest of Taihua, and places Jiuding at the peak of Mount Tai. ”

"The white snow god who destroys the world, he holds the fire of Zhurong and calls himself the last co-worker. ”

"He erased the whole world with his divine power, and then used his own flesh and blood to recast a new human ......"

......

The ballad depicting the earth-shattering extinction 100,000 years ago sounded out of nowhere, reaching the ears of Silver Dust, and the sound was like thunder. Silver Dust felt that the world he knew, the world he was familiar with, and the world he had always believed in were completely collapsed at this time, as if he had been extinct 100,000 years ago.

As far as the eye can see, there is a forest full of plate armor. A huge human body 3 meters tall, thin, lean, cold and hard. They were clad in streamlined plate armor, with disk-like flat heads, and long, slender, blade-like legs connected to large feet full of traps that seemed to be all-terrain feet. They carried barrels on their shoulders, and their 55mm short-barreled rapid-fire cannons were all pointed at 45 angles above the sky, as if to shatter the sky. Their fingers are the barrels of machine guns, and their hearts are miniature nuclear fusion reactors, and they are neatly arranged in a dense phalanx, motionless, and so on for more than 100,000 years. Each of them has a thick layer of dust on their bodies, and the turquoise plate armor is rusty, but the erosion of time and years cannot melt the murderous aura like a sea of blood on their bodies, they are like heavenly soldiers under the command of the gods of the ages, eternal on the other side of time, still exuding the courage of the year.

A full 1,600 puppets, puppets that exude infinite murderous and sharp aura. The forty-by-forty phalanx is sparse, and some of the puppets even have tripods up to 3 meters high parked next to them. They remained silent, staying in this dark place for at least 100,000 years, and under the light of the headlights that had not been lit for 100,000 years, every rust spot on their bodies emitted a knife-edge murderous aura.

They were puppets, the same thing as Gabroyle's highest achievement, the Wizard Alchemy Golem. None of the parts of their bodies have anything to do with magic, but they have the same combat power as the most advanced, perfect, and powerful alchemy puppets in the magical civilization, they are murderous weapons, and they are cold-blooded machines that slaughter natives like mowing grass in an interstellar industrial civilization. The upper half of their bodies were indistinguishable from the "statues" of the plate warriors mounted on wooden carts that Silver Dust had seen in the dungeon.

Behind the puppets were mounted external magazines, two yellow chains of bullets piercing through the gap in their elbows, each bullet as thick as a thumb, a long and short bullet, and a cone-like bullet that emitted a cold light sharper than any sword.

The truth, like a hell of bones, is brutally revealed in front of Silver Dust. (To be continued.) )