Thirty minutes is actually quite a long time.

For male friends, thirty minutes is already a capital that can be flaunted on any occasion.

However, thirty minutes is nothing worth the operation of searching for important items in a vast area of unknown territory.

Ripping Flesh wasn't confident it would be able to find the Bone King's Vault in thirty minutes, but the good news was that the mysterious psionist who was traveling with it seemed familiar with the place.

The magic carpet floated lightly through the fog-shrouded areas, carrying him and the Ripper all the way without making any turns or shifts, and after a few minutes of rapid flight, they stopped in front of a bare cave.

"This is it, the entrance from Area A to the core of the exhibition hall is exactly as described in the 'Monk's exploration notes.'"

The psyker jumped off the magic carpet and touched the peculiar rocky cave with a strange feeling, and he whispered:

"The ancient power is shaped, but it is still no match for the vicissitudes of time, erasing all the magic, leaving only the outline of the old days, not even a shadow, just a fragmented past."

"You seem familiar with this place?"

Tearing Flesh followed behind the psyker, and it asked suspiciously:

"You've been here before? Or has someone from your organization been here? ”

"More than once."

The psionists didn't hide these answers.

He explained as he walked into the dimly lit cavern in front of him with the torn flesh:

"Our organization has explored this place several times over the past few decades, but each time it has not been able to really get to the core, and the ancient power is still here, giving us a glimpse into the hidden but unable to penetrate into it.

Almost every attempt has been fruitless, it is a tight system, and what we see here maintains a connection with other places thousands of miles away that we cannot understand, and the road here will only open up to us when my fellow travelers make breakthroughs elsewhere.

So many nerve-wracking explorations only brought back the specific terrain here and the weaknesses of Ningkinanka... Well, that's not even a weakness.

They themselves come from among the stars, and banishing them is just a matter of letting them 'go home'.

Luckily, thanks to the hard work of friends from afar, the door to the Land of Creation was finally opened today, after cutting off some invisible protection! ”

"You just said that you came here this time to shoulder a mission?"

Tear Meat asked in a low voice:

"So, you already have the certainty of entering this mysterious core?"

"This... Not the answer you should know, my dear gnoll man, what I'm going to do here has nothing to do with you. ”

The psychic master simply refused:

"I'll give you a piece of advice from a proper style perspective, which is not to touch things that you shouldn't touch and don't know, the remains of the Lord of Biting Bones are in the visitor hall in front, take it with you, and leave."

"Just the remains?"

Torn Flesh frowned and said:

"And the Vault?"

"That's not what you can get right now."

The psychic man said in an accentuated tone:

"No one knows what the Lord of Biterners did here, but we can be sure that the Gnoll's Civilization Slab has been sent into the heart of the exhibition hall, and some incomprehensible authentication process has been initiated, and the thing has been protected by the power of the Creator.

Not to mention that you are a poor silver-tier warlock, even a team of golden powerhouses will not be able to break the door with violence here.

However, that's what I'm here for.

If you're lucky, while I'm completing my mission, you'll be able to return to the Dark Mountains with the Gnolls' Slate of Civilization. ”

"Civilization Slate?"

Tearing flesh rolled his eyes and said:

"So, this 'Tablet of Civilization' is the vault of the King of Biting Bone? It's the first time I've heard of this term, what does it really mean? You see, I'm going to leave in a moment, right, sir, for the sake of me being a psychic, don't let me leave with a stomach full of questions.

That would keep me at night. ”

"You old gnoll has a lot of problems, you should be glad I'm a very sharesome person."

The psionist who led the way pursed his lips, pulled his hood upwards, and then explained to the flesh ripper behind him as he stepped down the spiral staircase deep in the cavern:

"The so-called 'slate of civilization' is a symbol possessed by every race, which symbolizes the power of a race to exist and continue in this world, and its holder is the spokesperson of civilization.

You can understand it as proof of identity.

It has a variety of magical powers, and each tablet has a different effect, but it is certain that when you are recognized by the tablet, you are an individual representing your race and will be endowed with ancient powers.

The King of Biting Bones was able to gather the largest and craziest army of gnolls in history, precisely because it found the gnoll's civilization tablet and was recognized.

Therefore, the true name of the King of Biting Bones should be 'the Spokesperson of the Gnolls'.

Hey, it's a pity that the first half of the life of the King of Biting Bones was very obscure.

No one knows where it found the Lost Tablet of Civilization, and the cunning Gnoll has been deliberately erasing the first half of its life, and it clearly has no intention of letting anyone else know about its 'treasure trove' alone.

What a selfish ghost! ”

The psyker complained:

"If we could know where the treasure house of the Lord of the Biting Bones is, the great cause of Dusk would not have been postponed for so many years, it must have found some important relic from the time of the Creator before the era..."

"Moss Valley!"

Tearing the flesh whispered:

"The place where the Lord of the Biters first came to fruition, and the fact that its first goal after its rise was to take the Moss Valley from the Shadow Elves proves that place means a lot to the Lord of the Biters."

"Indeed, that is the most likely place for the ruins, but we can't find them, and the entire Moss Valley has been turned over almost all over."

The psionist shook his head and said:

"It's not just us, I guess even the descendants of the Bone Biting King's clan don't know the exact location of that ruin, maybe the Biting Bone King doesn't plan to let others inherit that information at all. It's right ahead, take off all the psionic things on you. ”

He turned back to the torn meat and warned:

"There are guards in the visitors' hall that react to psionic energy, and you don't want to get in trouble."

As he spoke, this guy had already begun to remove all the psionic items on his body, and he could only do the same.

But the old gnoll's aroused curiosity was apparently not so easily satisfied, and it stared at the strangely shaped gate in front of it, which was made entirely of strange steel, and said:

"Then the Slate of Civilization... If it's really as amazing as you say, then where did it come from? You've been talking about pre-epochal mysteries, and I guess these tablets aren't mortal creations either? ”

"Well, Creator."

The psyker took off his pants and wore only boxer shorts, and took off the ornamental rings on his ankles and threw them aside, not caring about his poor demeanor at this time, he held the strangely shaped "metal staff" in his hand, and said:

"Just like the origin of all miracle creations, all the slabs of civilization come from the Creator, and of course, on this continent, the majesty of the gods has replaced the legend of the Creator, and only in the Songhai population of the Land of Origin can you hear those poems in praise of the Creator.

From this point of view alone, it makes sense that the Songhai people, who call themselves the 'people of the Creator', look down on the barbarians on the mainland, and that the people on our side have forgotten the true power and have turned to worship some empty and hypocritical astral spirits.

It's a shame. ”

"But... But does the Creator really exist? ”

Tearing Flesh also took off its robes, revealing its shriveled body, and it whispered:

"I always thought it was just a legend."

"Congratulations, you've stepped into the legends! Feel honored to be the place where you stand in the Creator's own fashion, and you are about to step into the temple of the Creator. This is not a power that any living being can have. ”

The psyker grinned and stepped through the door with his head held high.

He stood in the middle of the door with his arms outstretched as he watched, allowing the blue light that flickered around the door frame to sweep over his body, and finally a strange voice sounded in a language that Ripper didn't understand.

It was like some kind of wonderful "detection" process, and with a soft sound, the metal door in front of it slowly opened, and a bright but not dazzling light shone out of it, so that the unsuspecting tearer couldn't help but squint his eyes, and from his fingers it could see that it was a very clean and wonderful place.

There is no gas lamp for lighting.

However, the light strips hidden in the simple architectural style provide a stable and warm light source, and there are not many things and not too many decorations in this hall, so to speak, "the four walls of the house", but the extremely simple but rich "futuristic style" design makes this place full of a "sense of luxury" that the jackals cannot understand.

It immediately realized that the psionist was not bragging, and that this was indeed the "Land of the Creator".

"Come in, what are you doing there? It's almost time for exile in Ninki Nanka! ”

The psychionic, wearing only boxers and a hood, called out on the other side:

"Hurry up and leave with the remains of the King of Biting Bone, don't interfere with my continued work here, I finally managed to get this job from Lord Yuan."

"Whew."

Tearing Meat hurriedly stepped forward like a dirt bun, and stood in the middle of the gate with open arms in the posture of the psyker, and blue beams of light shot out from all around its head, sweeping over its body, making Tear Meat feel a slight discomfort.

The psyker's keen perception made it feel like it had been parsed by the beams at this moment, and it couldn't understand how it worked, but it could probably guess that it was a peculiar "reconnaissance technique".

"Biological Template Code D-04, Silver Individual, Threat: Low! Initial entry into the Visitors' Lobby will be given 'Temporary Visitor' status. Please follow the rules and regulations of the exhibition hall and refrain from going to areas other than the visitor hall. ”

The light sound sounded in the ears of the flesh-tearing.

It doesn't understand the language, but it understands the meaning strangely, which is obviously a transmission of information that goes beyond words and words, and directly "copies" the content into the mind of the jackal.

This made the torn flesh feel the "greatness of the Creator" again.

It stepped into the Land of the Creator with a gesture of curiosity and exploration, but a sense of unexplained shame rose in the flesh's heart when it saw its footprints leave an ugly mud mark on the smooth ground.

It felt like it had "desecrated" this sacred place.

But soon a wonderful round box whined and floated over, not only cleaning away the mud, but also circling the torn flesh, spewing a strange mist to wash away the dirt from its body.

"Hah, the Creator's little pet, it's amazing, isn't it?"

The psionic master with the metal staff said to the tearing flesh awkwardly:

"These little things are found in every Creator's Land, and they're some kind of preset psionic item that cleans up the trash. I've tried to take apart a few broken ones, but I can't even find a crack in their assembly.

I dare say that even if the best mechanic from the Chardo Artisan University came over, he would not have a good place to start. ”

"This is the thing of the gods, and mortals cannot touch it and cannot understand it."

Tearing flesh snorted.

It wasn't surprised.

In its worldview, even a roll of toilet paper next to a true god is not a "holy object" that mortals should touch.

This straightforward answer made the psyker lose interest in continuing to communicate with the guy, and he pursed his lips, pointed to the row of chairs leading to the core of the visitor hall, and said:

"Go, and your king is there."

Hearing this, Tear Meat immediately strode forward, and when it went around the chair, it saw a skeleton sitting upright on the chair in the first row, it was the skeleton of the jackal, which had been dead for a long time, but had not weathered or turned into a skeleton, but only showed the posture of a dried corpse.

Like the Flesh Ripper and the Psionics, it has stripped off its armor and weapons, and is only dressed in a single garment, and it is clear that the Lord of the Biting Bones also knows the "rules" of entering the Land of Creation.

Tearing Flesh looked at the skeleton in front of him with a mixed feeling.

In fact, like the other gnolls, it believed in its heart that the King of Biting Bones was not dead, but only hid and licked its wounds and waited for a comeback.

However, the cruel truth in front of it is telling it that the King of Biters has long since died!

As an excellent necromancer, Flesh Ripper can even tell that the King of Biting Bones has been dead for more than a hundred years, which means that the King of the Jackals has died before the Fourth Black Plague has really ended.

Soon, though, Shredded noticed the problem.

It frowned and looked at the dried corpse of the Bone Biting King on the seat in front of it, and said:

"Why did my king make such a strange gesture? It's not some kind of ritual of the gnolls..."

"That's praying."

The psychic master walked over to the flesh-tearing body and whispered:

"Your king prayed alone in the land of creation before his death, and no one knows what he was praying for, but if I had to say, I guess it had something to do with the series of deceptions he underwent at the end of his life.

But I am sure that the Lord of the Biting Bone is not a believer in the Lord of the Hunt, as you can see, it truly believes in the power of the Creator, which is why it cannot be our companion.

It is said that when it was defeated, it asked for help from the organization we had just established, ah, I was not born at that time, and I was only hearsay, and it is said that our leader ruthlessly rejected it.

It seems that the King of Bone Biters in despair has finally returned the power and glory he has taken from his Creator, and if he weren't a gnoll, the mere act of doing it would be enough to call it 'sincere'.

Go ahead.

Take it with you.

For such a deceased who has left a mark in history, it is also a kind of dignity to return to the roots. ”

"But the Vault... Our Civilization Slate! ”

Ripping Flesh looked at the passage directly in front of the King of Biting Bone.

Although it had only heard the term "Slate of Civilization" for the first time today, it still gave it the urge to step into it, but the hideous silhouette of the Iron Guard looming in the darkness deterred it.

This is the Holy Land of the Creator!

Everything here is beyond the imagination of this gnoll psionic sorcerer, and if the King of Biting Bones has to wait here with such humility, then the flesh can't be wild here.

"The Vault of the Biting King is in the core."

The psychic man whispered:

"Pray, if I succeed in my mission, I will bring it back to you. Collecting the Slate of Civilization is a top priority in Project Twilight, and we're happy to see it returned to those in need.

We'll teach you how to use it properly, but of course you'll have to swear to abandon this boring and wrong world.

But if I had to give you a suggestion, you can look for the King of Biternes in the swamp on the outskirts of the exhibit after you leave.

You saw it too.

It didn't leave its armor, weapons, or belongings outside the gate, and I guess the guy had tucked them away before he came in.

If you find those things, you may be able to figure out your king's thoughts and plans for the end of his life, but even the skeleton itself will be enough to make you go back to the Dark Mountains.

You will be seen as a hero of the Gnolls.

Don't forget what you promised me, Your Excellency. ”

"Hmm."

The Gnoll Warlock nodded.

It packed the remains of the Bone-Biting King into a special body bag with great respect, and before carrying the King's remains on its back, it turned back and asked:

"I haven't asked your name yet, Your Excellency, but I can sense that your quest for the unknown is clearly higher than your devotion to the cause of twilight... So, I think we can actually continue to work together in the future, can you tell me your name? Codenames are also fine. ”

"You can call me 'Explorer.'"

The man waved his hand in farewell and said:

"As you say, I didn't join Twilight for any great cause, I don't have any passion for destruction, it's just a desire and search for the unknown and the truth of the world, I can't bear to be ignored by everyone about a great mystery, and I'd rather abandon my conscience and my humanity for this.

I'm not a good person, really.

Stay away from me.

Good luck on your way back to the city, Your Excellency, and don't provoke the swamp serpent returning from the astral plane, which has now accumulated a belly of fire. ”

(End of chapter)