The passage on the left winds in an arc, twisting more than the previous road. Around the passage, there are many translucent colloidal gates, like beehives protected by beeswax.

"What's inside?" Siegel asked.

"It's cut off from my perspective, so I don't know!

Before Siegel could stop it, Mozuka stretched out his slender arm and grabbed a large chunk of gum. Siegel's hand immediately grabbed Stardust, pulling it out of its scabbard and placing it horizontally in front of him.

Nothing happened, as if the room was empty. Monster Tsukasa didn't feel like he had made a reckless mistake, so he threw down the pieces in his hand and looked through the hole. He kept changing the combination of lenses, and then excitedly said to Siegel, "Look, it's all your brother inside!"

Siegel leaned over and saw a horrific scene. The honeycomb-shaped room was lined with thousands of iron hooks, each with a skeleton warrior hanging from it. They are close together, like a crowded bunch of grapes. Despite the patterns on their bodies, none of the skeletons emitted light and showed no ability to move. They remained quietly in this dark room, waiting in eternal stillness for the day when they would be awakened.

The hole creates air circulation, i.e. wind, in the rooms and passages. The skeleton attached to the hook swayed slightly, making a rattling sound in the collision. Countless hollow eyes scanned around, and even though he knew that they couldn't see, hear, or sense, Siegel still felt creepy and a great threat.

"It's horrible. Siegel said, "I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of skeletons in here, right?"

"I thought you wouldn't be scared. Erdu said, "Aren't you also a skeleton?"

"I'm different from them. Siegel said, "I will not ignore you, I will not attack you, and I will not hand you over to the Lord." If you could, I'd rather you fall into the void and disappear. I don't want you to be made into a skeleton warrior like me. Can you understand?"

"Almost, a little bit understood. Erdu said: "I'm out of place, you're a little weird, we're a pair of good friends." ”

"Yes. Let these skeletons that can't be friends continue to sleep. Siegel said, "Let's move on, but don't open the sealed door indiscriminately next time." ”

They dropped the broken door and continued down the passageway. Erdu said that there was a faint sweet smell in the air. So you can't go wrong in this direction. As he walked, he hummed softly—a light and enthusiastic tune, leaping to the rhythm of his steps. Siegel thought it was a good piece, but he could only remember it in his head, and he didn't dare to hum it.

There was a subtle movement in front of the road, caught by Siegel's keen hearing. He immediately covered the mound's mouth and motioned for him to be silent. The two men hid behind the stone pillar, waiting for the owner of the voice in front of them to appear.

The subtle sound gradually became louder, like rain boots walking on wet ground that had just finished raining. Make a snapping sound. Siegel can make the same sound when he walks, but he can use some of the elven gait techniques to reduce the sound of his footsteps, and become cat-like if necessary.

The voice drew closer and closer until it passed the two men. It was a skeleton warrior, slightly lower than Siegel's height and more slender. He wears a steel shield on his back, decorated with a winged lion statue, which he doesn't know from that world. But there was one thing that caught Siegel's eye.

On the skeleton's arm. A black dagger was glued with glue. Siegel recognized it at a glance, it was his lost obsidian dagger.

He was somewhat unconvinced of his own judgment. Surprise and surprise took up most of the time, and for a moment, countless thoughts swirled through his mind, and Siegel was also quickly weighing the pros and cons. His dagger was lost in the mountains of the city walls, is there a passage to connect to this void ship?The only sure way is to verify the dagger carefully, and there is only one way to do so.

Siegel lunged up from behind the enemy. Raise the stardust and quickly stab straight ahead. The skeleton warrior didn't react, his skull had already been pierced, and the last of his soul fire had been extinguished. Siegel drew his sword, carefully shattered the gum on his foe's arm, and picked up the dagger from a piece of shards to examine.

He ran his fingers lightly over every inch of the dagger's bulge. Avoid sharp and sharp parts and compare them to the dagger in your head. It was indeed his own obsidian dagger, and every detail was exactly the same. How did it get here?What kind of adventures has it had since the Walls? It's a pity that the dagger can't speak, otherwise I'd really like to ask.

"Run!" said Ertu, "There will be guards coming soon!"

Mozuka didn't ask a question about the skeletons killing each other, maybe he didn't care, maybe he didn't have time because he was pressed for time, maybe he hid his suspicions—Siegel hoped the answer was the former.

The green lines on the surrounding walls begin to light up, and although they are very small, they still give the impression of "the building comes to life". The two men quickly left the scene and ran through the long passage. In order to be able to hold back the inspectors, Siegel used Stardust to break up a lot of the gum that sealed the door, creating the illusion of breaking in.

It was not easy for Mozuka to take Siegel through countless forks in the road, trying to find the passage where the plasma lines did not turn green. While running, they also pay attention to the movement around them, especially the sound of neat footsteps. Several times the footsteps were two corners away from them, and they were surrounded by each other. At this time, the mound would jump to the ceiling, find a new corner out of nowhere, and quickly walk in with Siegel.

After running for a short time, the mound finally stopped. The surroundings had become much quieter, at least there was no movement of the pursuers. The Void Ship's body was much larger than its surface, and Siegel felt as if he would never reach his destination, but Demontsuka was very optimistic about it, and it seemed that with the company of his companions, there was nothing that would make it difficult for him.

"We approached the workshop and it was the safest place. Erdu stretched out his slender arm and pointed to a spiral staircase made of pig iron on the ground. "Let's go down from there, take a break, and get some supplies by the way. ”

The ladder is very smooth and you can't see a single rust, which is very abnormal. Unless someone has been tending it all day and sanding it with gauze, this iron should have rusted a long time ago. Siegel followed the mound and walked down the spiral staircase, where he had wiped with his hand glowed green. He looked down and saw that there were extremely tiny green lines carved into the ladder and reacting to the surrounding plasma.

Fortunately, it was still very quiet, and there was no sign of pursuers, otherwise Siegel would have thought it was a trap. Walking in front, the mound regained his joy and began to hum his ditty tune, snapping his fingers from time to time, like a bard in a tavern. Siegel didn't want him to be Linko, he didn't want to be betrayed in a strange place.

Underneath the ladder is a passage without stone pillars, made entirely of metal, which is finally different from the previous environment. A faint roar could be heard, accompanied by the sound of a bell tower. Walking down a long, curving corridor, the air became hotter and the bells were louder. He could no longer hear the ditty humming by the mozuka, and he could only speak loudly to Siegel.

"The air here smells great, it's all metallic, like my first hometown. "I can smell iron, copper, and lead, but most of it is iron, and then there's the oil, and it's the oil that heats up because of friction, and I like that smell." ”

The passage ends in front of a huge door studded with gears and rods, and the mozuka doesn't know which chain to pull, and the door slowly opens, revealing a small slit just enough to pass through. A loud roar gushed out of the cracks, like a flood breaking a levee. Mozuka waved his hand, telling Siegel to hurry up, and then got in first.

It's all metal machines: gears, chains, all sorts of cables and mechanisms, and they go back and forth, from the beginning of their birth to the end of the world. Siegel saw a large number of Flame Soul Crystals, which were mounted on the body of the metal machine, and the surface was engraved with glowing hieroglyphs, exuding surging energy. Siegel felt the fluctuations of magic, not from the combination of elements, but from very pure magical power.

Here he can cast his magic, and he needs to know why.

Sizzling steam from a fiery faucet, a smoking metal vat that drove levers to cut off chunks of metal, and slender metal arms like mounds emitted arcs of electricity to carve into the steel. Siegel watched as he walked, following the cut piece of steel all the way.

The smell of scorching air and oil smoke was everywhere, and the roar was deafening, like hell. Fortunately, the two visitors are one of the mounds and the other of the undead, and the environment here will not cause them to be injured or killed. They walked all the way, watched all the way, and slowly moved forward in the world of machinery. The piece of steel that Siegel was concerned about was eventually processed into a black, thick mace.

The final product is stacked in boxes with racks and ready to be transported away via conveyor belts. Siegel picked up the mace and tried to swing it a few times. The green lines on his body lit up, connecting them to the mace through his palm. The originally heavy weapon suddenly became much easier, and when it was wielded, it made a loud sound of breaking through the air.

Even thousands of troops, even high mountains and mountains, seem to be vulnerable in the face of maces. Siegel now knows why the Golden Skull Warrior is so powerful: Naygus's magical equipment crafting technology is very advanced.

"Wow, I didn't expect these hammers to be used like this," Motsuka said, "It must hurt to hit you, doesn't it?" (to be continued......)