The moving crude vehicle slowly stopped, and Xiuge jumped out of the car and looked at the heavy machinery scrapped in front of the metal gate.

From the sight of the scene and the marks on the wreckage, it was easy for Shuge to conclude that the attackers who had been here clearly didn't care much about the precious crystallization of the intricate magic and the high-end heavy industry skills.

Maybe it's because of the difference between the offensive and defensive positions, or maybe it's because the attackers don't really need the help at all.

In the end, the attackers undoubtedly wield terrifying and deadly powers that allow them to penetrate the thick armor of these massive war machines in a head-on confrontation and further destroy the magic circuits that are etched into the armor.

As for the drivers of these war machines, without exception, they ushered in an extremely tragic end.

Along the way, Shuge has seen many examples.

Faced with the terrifying power of the attackers, it was impossible for the pilots who died to leave their bodies behind, and the moment the vehicle was completely destroyed and penetrated by the opponent's power, their bodies had been completely melted, disintegrated, and then fused with the distorted metal next to them.

In a way, these silent metals are actually their coffins.

"So, what exactly are they protecting?"

With this question in mind, Xiuge slowly walked to the closed metal door.

Like all the other things and structures he had seen in the ruins before, the massive door in front of him displayed a terrifying level of technology and industry that was completely beyond the knowledge of the cultivators.

Its surface is extremely smooth and cold, and at first glance, it almost looks like a giant mirror.

And when Xiuge probed his perception to the existence in front of him, he was surprised to find that the terrible scars left by those attackers were actually only the surface of this gate, and inside this gate, there was still a complete and stable set of magic circuits, and Xiuge could even feel that the magic was slowly operating in these circuits according to specific laws.

Shuge tried to focus his attention on the slow-flowing magic to see where it would lead, and he was soon surprised to find that the magic circuits inside the door, and the invisible power flowing through these circuits, seemed to be a whole with the room behind the door, and the emergence, disappearance, and regeneration of those magic powers made Xiuge quickly think of the circulation of water.

"The door, and the secrets behind it, still seem to be working."

Azifu was old after all, and he hurried over from behind slowly, leaning on crutches and bending his waist, like a walking old man: "I have thought of many ways to open it before, but I can't find a suitable entry point...... The materials and the rituals inside were too sturdy, and I couldn't think of any possibility of them being destroyed by external forces anyway. ”

He raised his cane and knocked twice on the door: "I think they must have envisioned the final terrible state of affairs when they built this gate, so that this gate and the room behind it should not only be to isolate and protect, but also to support certain rituals. ”

"Well, it does, I can feel the connection...... Stable and tight. ”

Xiuge took two steps back slightly, and his brows furrowed: "This kind of thing, even if it is directly moved to today's Meilin Lehe, I am afraid it is enough for the scholars in the Law Committee to study for dozens or hundreds of years, and if you want to open it up by traditional methods, I am afraid it will not work." ”

He turned his head and looked at the old nezumi beside him, "You've been here many times, have you found any other clues before...... I mean, words, numbers, or some kind of records, which should be very common in such an important and complex place, but until now, I haven't seen anything. ”

"Hmmm......"

Azifu sighed heavily, then shook his head, "This question has actually been bothering me as well, and since I started exploring this place, I haven't been able to find any valuable records, not even the most basic numbers, logos, and even the remnants of words. ”

He put his hands behind his back and said with a sad face: "This place is really a little too clean, and even some places where there should have been written records are now blank, or completely destroyed and destroyed...... I suspect that the attackers 'cleaned' the place completely when they found they couldn't break through the gate. ”

"Can I understand that the mastermind of this attack, or the Abyss Court itself, did not actually have the means to completely destroy this place, but at the same time feared that someone who could come after it would discover some secrets from here, so it took such a move?"

"Perhaps."

Azifu was not so sure about this, he said: "They are very obvious about the purge here, but the specific purpose is not clear, the Abyss Court is too chaotic and disorderly, we can't speculate and infer with common sense and logic. ”

Xiuge looked around, his brows already twisted into pimples: "Is there really no trace left?" ”

"If you want to say that there are leftovers, I'm afraid there are still some."

Azifu raised his cane and pointed to the upper part of the gate: "In the case of concentrated perception, some faint traces can be found on the top of this gate, which may be the remnants of words or some pictures, but they have also been very badly damaged, and the reference significance may be very limited." ”

Hearing this, Xiuge hurriedly controlled his lighting trick light ball to float towards the area that Azifu was pointing to, however, as Azifu said, there was no way to find any clues on this gate with the naked eye alone, so Xiuge immediately took new measures, and the thick abyss mist poured into his eyes in an instant, in addition, the psychedelic colors belonging to the roots of fate also danced between the turbulent fog.

With the help of a variety of forces, some traces that were so slight that they were almost negligible finally appeared with difficulty, and the spirit of Xiuge, who had made progress, was revived, and his will began to affect his own spiritual ocean, which also caused the huge metal disc that was the carrier of his own power to operate, and the dormant Destiny Root Clan began to become active.

In the face of Xiuge's "death order" and the almost infinite supply of magical power, the special power bestowed on Xiuge by the Roots of Fate began to work, and the strange vision that Xiuge had been deliberately avoiding since the destruction of Seren City once again descended on his pupils.

Only this time, what he saw was not the future of this place.

In the distorted world of the Abyss, where there is no clear time scale, it is unrealistic to spy on the direction of fate, and yet, in this strange ruins everywhere, in this closed environment that is completely different from the outside world, those fragments left in the darkness have finally been successfully found.

The roots made a screeching sound.

At this point, they had done their best, and even with the support of Xiuge's magic, they couldn't completely piece together all the fragments, and the process of collecting and presenting them was already extremely painful for the Roots of Fate.

In this way, fragments of psychedelic colors are attached to everything in front of him, and situations belonging to certain moments in the distant past gradually emerge before the eyes of Xiuge.

The subtle lines, the subtle marks that had been erased by the attackers and vandals in every possible way, finally became clear.

Although they only lasted for a short time, Hug managed to get the words clearly engraved in his head.

However, when he came back to his senses and tried to examine the words, his mind went blank for a moment.

"The hosts! Master!! ”

A few seconds later, the cry of pain from the Roots of Fate finally woke Xiuge from his stunned state, and Xiuge realized that the Rootsbeards were on the verge of their limit at this time.

Even the Roots of Fate, who possess considerable intelligence, are themselves puzzled by this.

Obviously, their people have always liked to eat despair as a delicacy in the past, and the small fragments scattered in this enclosed space contain an extremely alluring atmosphere, but this time, these rare "delicious" have sent them extremely exaggerated torture.

Their ability to think and understand alone does not seem to be enough to digest these "nutrients", and they will feel extreme pain because of it.

So Xiuge immediately stopped moving the roots, and the color of the color in his eyes quickly receded, and the roots trembled and sank into their habitat, however, Xiuge's spiritual world was still turbulent, and the metal discs were spinning endlessly, just like his rushing heartbeat.

Azifu on the side was aware, he stepped forward worriedly, looked at Xiuge's eyes and face seriously, and waited for Xiuge to recover a little before asking, "It seems that you seem to have discovered something?" Are you okay and need to take a break? ”

"Not necessarily."

Xiug's expression was still subtle, and he cleared the fog in his pupils, and once again looked at the bare door, and the words he had just written down kept echoing in his skull.

Words that he knew too well to be familiar with.

Words that are supposed to belong to another world.

Those that are used to represent the cultures of different peoples, countries and regions.

At this moment, he felt as if his head had been slammed with a sledgehammer, and all his clear logic and all his original conjectures had been crushed into meaningless pieces under the weight of the suddenness, and the residue and the crumbs mixed with each other in the ensuing shock.

“……”

Shug took two steps to the side, then sat down slowly beside a discarded war machine, leaning against its nearly broken metal limbs.

However, the cold touch from behind did not calm him down, but made the words that had been erased clearer.

Xiuge opened his mouth slightly, silently reciting the familiar language that should have left him.

"The last line of defense, a shining future! We will always move forward! ”

In the fragmentary images he glimpsed, the words were inscribed on this heavy door in completely different languages, from right to left, from bottom to top, densely packed.

They are so real and concrete, in stark contrast to the bare and scarred door that Shoge is looking at now.

"Looks like you need a little time? It doesn't matter, that thing isn't worth anything here. ”

As an old man, Azifu was still very wise and understanding, he smiled at Xiuge, and then pointed to the door: "I'd better go over and study it again, and I'll talk about it when I come over." ”

With that, the rat-man rushed to the gate and began to perceive the magic of the gate itself, as he had done before.

Shug continued to sit still, and now he did need a lot of time to process his emotional state and the mess of information in his head.

At such a time, if he can talk to someone, he will definitely feel better.

However, when I looked around, there was no suitable object at all.

Even in his spiritual world, there is none.

The Roots of Fate were almost shocked into a group of retarded people, the Mirror Messenger was connected to his mind, and at this moment he was already paralyzed in his study and pretended to be dead, and the will of the Ernst family could not provide effective advice, and the only guy who could give a clear answer was never spoken since Xiuge entered this place.

Combined with his current discoveries, it is reasonable to believe that Theseus is most likely playing dead.

However, now, no matter how much he asked, shouted and even insulted in his heart, he did not respond at all, and even his sense of existence had been deliberately reduced to a minimum by himself.

On a certain level, the cultivation at this time can be described as unprecedented "freedom".

However, he only wanted one answer now, even if it was just an improvised, slightly convincing one.

"Abyss...... The Dark Abyss's Past Civilizations...... Buildings that cannot be destroyed and are left behind in the wasteland......"

"A light that never goes out...... Familiar text...... Advanced technology and process ......"

A large number of concepts that seemed to be connected to each other, but lacked key elements for a while, kept flashing before Xiuge's eyes, which made Xiuge feel the horror of the word "truth" for the first time.

And now, he seems to be standing in front of the "truth", and the answer he needs should be behind that barrier.

(End of chapter)