Although they had already done a preliminary scan of the terrain in orbit before they came down, it was clear that it was quite normal to find some small deviations during the field trip.

After all, many observation devices still need a very close distance to confirm some facts in mutual corroboration, and the atmosphere, thick clouds, and dense sea water so deep - it can only be said that the scanning array augmentation algorithms sent by Iron Blood have really done a great job.

Now, for example, their submersible pilots have just generated and teleported a new Ornithor map to all crew members' power armor, covering the orbital one, which is said to be off to the point where it must be covered immediately.

"It seems that this place and this matter are much more complicated than we estimated."

The King of Nucaria furrowed his brows, his molten golden eyes shining brightly on his bronze face—thankfully, the Iron Blood Special Power Source that Dasadra insisted on adding worked well, even though the mechanical priests of the Iron Heart Warband protested that the thing he had brought was entirely, fundamentally, nothing more than a blasphemous heretical technology.

But when you're tens of kilometers underwater and you can't use teleportation and communication signals, and there's a giant Cambrian sea monster roaming around, there's really nothing to pick and choose from when a power source that needs to keep a weapon system, a detection system, and a life support system at the same time is strong and stable.

They gathered in front of the screen—the pod didn't really have much room after a multi-squad of Terminators and a Primordial—and looked at the structure displayed in the submersible's lights.

"What do you think it is?" Angelon pointed to one of the distinct, long, upward-raised, diagonal ridges, flanked by striking rib-like things, now covered in a thick "white snow"—sea snow, and strange shapes of giant leaf-like creatures and drifting sea lilies.

The war blacksmith narrowed his eyes, took a closer look, and let the mechman come closer. "I think this is the keel, Your Highness, this should be the keel of the bottom of this glorious queen."

"Keel." The Twelfth Primordial repeated, "Shattered to this extent, it seems that we are extremely limited in what we can find from this ship, but we may still be able to find some clues." ”

"The keel number should still be found, and if it was built to the building specifications I could have found it in a specific location. Alternatively, they may have released some vehicles to escape before they fell, such as the Storm Bird, and sank the main body of the ship that had lost power. ”

"It's a possibility, let's go around it and see what else we can find."

Handcrafted by war blacksmiths, the primitive but reliable screw thruster structure in the seawater process carried them slowly around the massive, ancient metal wreckage under the work of a space-grade reactor, and sure enough, it wasn't long before they made a new discovery.

"Ada's alien building." Angelon frowned as he stared at a conspicuous circular envelope at the bottom of the sea, the crashed Queen of Glory's bow ramming straight into the building's gate like an arrow or a sword, so that its delicate top had long since crumbled and collapsed, leaving only a few surrounding pillars and pedestals to show the original scope and style of the ruin, which happened to be familiar to the Twelfth Primordial, and had destroyed many buildings of similar style.

"Your piercing gaze, Your Highness. And this building is quite old, not the pirates or the barbarian Ada, it should belong to the ones who call themselves the Ark Spirits or older. ”

Dasadra only needed to discern more details at a glance, and there were no unseen architectural features that could stump a true Iron Warrior veteran officer, who had been demolishing buildings and fortresses of all known races again and again in countless rehearsals and repetition battles, and in order to do so, they had to know at least the overall structure and weaknesses of the building.

"Let's get closer and make observations." Angelon ordered, feeling a strange sensation as if urging him to do something, he frowned, suppressed the urge in his heart, and commanded, "Don't drive too fast, don't get too close, there are always many unexpected and sinister traps in the creations of the Aeldarins. ”

Dassada nodded, and asked the Mechanic to open more guards, enhancing the Bird's ability to scan the psionic bands.

All readings were still steady, so they cautiously moved closer.

A psionic crest that was so steep that it almost became a straight line jumped in less than 0.00001 microseconds.

Dazzling light shone through the broken, completely covered structure of the spirit bones, the runes flickering like the whispers of some dying person and the wet glint of the last of their eyes.

'It's finally here!' ’

A million mixed murmurs vibrated the sea, with the tones of humans and Ida at the same time, and there was some kind of strange and undeserved overlap.

'Finally caught!' ’

The last remnants of energy echoed on the silent spirit bones or marble, thoughts were gone, only obsession remained, and the vortex of sea water mixed with energy formed layers of strange patterns and coils outside the sturdy anti-pressure shell of the deep submersible.

'Accept your fate! ’

The dead sang in unison and sang in unison, to offer a belated offering in exchange for a peaceful rest.

Then something dazzling unfolded, opened, and the fire of ten thousand worlds and the ice of ten thousand worlds swept through the eyes of the Twelfth Primordial at the same time, and his eyes seemed to see the slender and towering walls, pillars, and vaults, and beyond them, countless stars or glowing dots, which seemed to be cut off by some kind of multicolored black curtain, only the edge of the hovering blind spot of the human vision kept flickering.

As Angelon stood in this place, which seemed to be outside the rules of the world and as if inside some kind of ever-changing living being, he realized that a thin golden mist hung here, and that he had no definite anchor point in time and space here, and he did not know where to go.

Then he suddenly realized, instinctively, that he should move forward with that strange urge feeling just now.

So he did, ignoring the shadows that loomed in the road, the laughing snow-white mask, or any other distraction.

As his feet stepped on solid ground again, he felt something on the back of his neck quickly dropping him and closing it quickly, as if he was afraid he would regret it.

Then Angelon Petra's eyes narrowed: he knew the terrain of the place, but something was very wrong.

At his feet in the blizzard stood the cliffs of Deshei in Nukeria.

(End of chapter)