Welling didn't want to be too busy, and continued to wander the empty streets.

There were many people with different identities who passed by him, and they looked at each other "friendly", and Welling used the "telekinetic Trojan horse" and "spiritual virus" to make those people subconsciously think about many questions.

As a result, Welling quickly gained a general idea of the situation in Valency as a whole.

There is only one thing that puzzles Welling, the city lord Carlos and the deputy city lord Joseph in the memories of these people, these two Welling sounds a little familiar.

As he approached the huge megalithic ruins near the City Lord's Mansion, Welling finally remembered who these two were.

Aren't they the war criminals that the Empire demanded from the Federation after the Iasi War? At that time, the Federation's answer was that they were all killed in battle, and the Empire did not take this matter very seriously at that time, and as long as the compensation was in place, it was not pursued.

Now in such a distant place, it is a little surprising to hear these two familiar names again.

Although Xixuan's names are too unparticular, and there are many people with the same name, it should be those two people if nothing else.

It was a gut feeling on Welling's part.

Since the other party is a former military executive of the Federation, it is normal to be able to quickly claim the king and hegemony in this place where there are many natives.

However, Welling did not have the will to seek out the two city lords.

Since the empire has not continued to pursue it, it is not appropriate for him to provoke the other party.

The task at hand is to figure out whether the crystals of belief hidden in those megalithic ruins are useful after they are gathered into small stones.

So, Welling deliberately suppressed his spiritual power to a relatively weak state, and slowly walked from outside a collapsed boulder wall into the ruins of the boulder city.

When you walk to the ruins of Boulder City, the first thing you see is a huge wall made of boulders.

The general wall is made of regular square stones or masonry, but the wall of this relic is very bizarre, most of the boulders are irregular, but between the boulders and the boulders, those curved joints, are still tightly fitted, and the fit is very high.

At this point, in the ancient state of extremely poor productivity conditions, it will undoubtedly be exponentially more difficult to achieve such paving.

No one knows how the ancients did it, and some even asked whether these stones could have been formed by mixing some stone powder and pouring it.

However, after analyzing the stone, it is indeed a solid stone that is formed by ordinary nature, and this result adds to its mystery.

As soon as he stepped into the ruins of a building full of sloping and crumbling stones, Welling felt a different feeling.

This feeling may be a kind of "field induction".

For example, in a relatively closed environment, there have been large-scale murders and massacres, and even if a long time has passed, some mentally sensitive people will have a sense of cold and palpitating fear as soon as they enter that environment.

Welling felt that way at the moment.

The surface of countless boulders has been weathered to a considerable extent, but those strange carved images still interpret the human cognition of the gods of that era, and express their own groveling in front of the gods.

The towering and delicate megalithic columns are also engraved with countless mysterious motifs, both like words and decorative motifs.

Walking into the dim aisle, Welling turned his spiritual power into invisible flowing water, which penetrated into every grass and tree, stone and pillar of the temple.

In the senses, Welling felt a feeling of suffocation in his mouth and nose, as if there was endless blood drowning him, blood flowing between the grooves made of boulders, and countless removed hearts were piled up around him.

The blood is raging.

Welling shook his head, putting the discomfort aside.

It is said that in the old days, there was a mysterious empire here, and in order to please the gods, from time to time it would slaughter humans, sacrifice them on that high altar, and at most, kill thousands of people at a time.

How can such a civilization that does cruel things in the name of pleasing God not perish?

Finally, Welling walked to the huge altar.

The altar is in the shape of a pyramid, made entirely of boulders, with 91 steps on each side, 364 steps on all sides, and 365 steps on the highest platform.

The usual explanation is that the human beings of that civilization have mastered the astronomical chronology of the home planet in such a flood era.

Welling casually walked up one of the steps, closed his eyes slightly, and walked towards the top.

In his perception, it seemed that he had instantly returned to ancient times.

In front of him, behind him, there were countless numb-looking people, following in the footsteps of the crowd, step by step, to the high altar, to make themselves sacrifices, to worship the high gods.

Stepping up the final step, on the platform is a rectangular stone house.

As soon as I entered the door of the stone house, I saw a flat boulder in the middle of the dimly lit house, and there were four ditches in the house, which connected to the four sides of the tower.

It was here that countless people once lay on this boulder, having their hearts plucked alive, and their blood filling the ditches and flowing down from the top of the tower, filling the entire altar.

Welling glanced in disgust and walked out of the gloomy stone house.

Immediately, he jumped to the top of the stone house.

At this moment, he is the highest point, the most center, of the entire pyramid.

Welling closed his eyes, his mind contemplating.

In an instant, Welling saw tens of thousands of ancient natives in the ancient wilderness, looking numb or excited, with various patterns painted on their faces, with colorful feather crowns, and various leaves and animal skins around their waists, performing various sacrifices on all sides of the pyramid.

The chaotic drumming, the confused dance steps, the chaotic thinking, and the chaotic noise build up a picture of absurdity.

To the palpitating sound of drums, strings of people held together by ropes, acting as sacrifices, slowly walked towards the tower.

Farther away, there was a tall giant, with a third eye in the center of the eyebrows.

In the third eye, there were rays of light.

These rays of light, like powerful laser-cut lines, divide the boulders in countless mountains into shapes for construction, and align those irregular boulders into general outlines to fit the corresponding boulders.

Then, there were some giants who did not have a third eye, and several of them worked together to build all kinds of walls of those huge rocks and build huge stone houses.

There are also huge giants with their eyes closed, but there will be dozens of tons and hundreds of tons of boulders in front of them, under the domination of their telekinesis, suspended high, slowly floating to the desired position.

There are also some frail giants, who also have a third eye, and in the face of huge rocks that are many times taller than them, they carve the boulders with the light from their eyes, forming a series of rustic stone statues......

Welling was a little stunned.

Could it be that the countless giant stone statues I have visited were actually made by powerful people in ancient times? Later generations of people will not be able to believe that it is made by man, when they explore the production tools of productivity.

Why are the stone statues they carved so simple?

Could it be that they could not see the details of the gods clearly, so they could only carve a rough human form?

Immediately, Welling saw that the sky was flowing rapidly, the stars in the universe were drawing dense circles of light, the mountains were collapsing and becoming gentle, and the sea water was surging up and swallowing the mountains.

Humanity changed in groups, and countless primitive natives gathered around those megalithic statues, worshipping, dancing, and killing sacrifices.

In these solemn and strange grand ceremonies, countless small white points of light slowly rose from the heads of those primitive natives, like invisible elves, converging into those giant stone statues that were eternally indifferent and merciless.

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