Chapter 663

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The Sword of Dawn Chapter 663

Eastern border, Baisha hilly area.

An engineering team arrived at this mining area with a train a few days ago. The destroyed mine facilities are now being rebuilt. The white sand hills are immersed in a busy and orderly atmosphere. Frames and isolation nets are everywhere, and of all construction areas, there is one place that stands out:

The huge "Shenyu Tiankeng" near the Baishui River.

At the place where the man-made god fell, the huge tiankeng has been closely monitored by the Cecil Corps. Several temporary outposts and fortifications are monitoring all the movements inside and outside the crater. "Nearby, a small research station has been built.

The terrifying man-made god was only left with an incomplete skeleton. The twisted and mutated bone fragments stood on the ground in a terrifying posture, and a small part was buried among the gravel and soil at the bottom of the pit. There are a large number of flesh and blood remnants scattered nearby, and those desecrated biological tissues seem to still have a trace of vitality. They still maintain a little activity and continue to emit strong magical reactions.

These incredible relics are undoubtedly valuable research samples.

Accompanied by several apprentices and soldiers and officers, Pittman slowly walked among the huge skeletal fragments, the old Druid with his hands behind his back, his waist slightly hunched, and his eyes on the disturbing wreckage nearby Sweeping up, some metal frames supported these crumbling skeletons. In several areas divided by the metal frames, some signs inserted on the ground marked "sampled", "unsampled", "cleaned" and so on. typeface.

Pittman stopped and stared silently at the skeletal structure in front of him. Some remaining flesh and blood slowly squirmed between those bones, making some kind of disgusting subtle sounds, and twitching from time to time - as if this part of biological tissue Still experiencing the phantom pain of battle.

"These things are still twitching," an accompanying officer couldn't help whispering, "What a terrible creation..."

"The tail of the blue-tailed swamp lizard still twitches and even bounces a week after it was cut off. Nature has created these incredible wonders of life, and it is not unusual in itself..." Pittman said casually, "This A thing is scary only because it is extraordinarily large."

Then he turned to his apprentice: "Take a sample from this location - it should be close to its nerve center, maybe the remaining samples here can tell us whether it has a structure like a 'nerve center'."

A few apprentices boldly approached the flesh that was still twitching and squirming,

The cutting tools they carried--melting swords, cutting beams, and high-power saw blades, these powerful and reliable tools are good friends for researchers--accompanied by bursts of harsh noises, sparks scattered at the sampling location.

The seemingly soft flesh and fragile bones are actually terrifyingly strong, and if you don't use some "professional tools", you can't cut them at all.

A rustling sound of crawling came from nearby, and Tyr in the form of a sea snake arched to the side of Pittman and others. The lady siren raised her head and looked at the scene where the Druid apprentices were collecting samples. Lips, drool running down the ground.

Then she commented: "I tell you, this position has the best taste, it's the rare chewy part of this pile of artificial meat, and it's not stuffed with teeth..."

The officer beside Pittman suddenly looked strange and said helplessly: "Miss Till, didn't you say you shouldn't eat in the unsampled area? Although the superior has instructed you to eat here, at least don't interfere with our research work……"

Till immediately waved his hand: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way, I just tasted a tiny little bit, it definitely won't affect your work, right?"

"As long as you don't eat in front of us—that's going to be detrimental to the mental health of my apprentices," Pittman glanced at the deep-sea salted fish, then turned back and continued to stare at the huge Skeletons and twitching and wriggling biological tissues, "...It's really hard to imagine how they made this..."

"We found the place where the giant deer first appeared, and in the western area of ​​Solimburg, we found huge rifts and caves leading to the depths of the earth, where there seems to be an ancient underground structure, this monster It should have come to the surface from there," the accompanying officer said, "but the underground situation is too complicated and dangerous to continue exploring for a while."

Pittman pondered for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "...The lair of the Association of All Things Dies is indeed located underground, but it is a place that is more ancient and complex than the fortress of rebellion. You are right for not rashly exploring."

As a member of the Society for the End of All Things, he actually knew the existence of this underground facility—but only knew that it existed.

The mysterious underground building complex is an ancient product. It may be as old as the Rebellion Fortress, but no one knows its true origin and function. In addition to connecting various areas and controlling the passage to the ground, they also set up countless traps and secret doors in the underground palace to resist possible invasions - all of which are the same as the magic key to entering the underground palace. , is constantly changing.

The underground facility may have been severely damaged after Julu got out of control, but there must be a lot of traps left.

Pittman has been away from the end of all things for too long, and the information he has is already out of date, so he doesn't dare to take people to explore there.

"Report the relevant information, this matter should not be decided by us."

The accompanying officer bowed his head: "Yes, Master Pittman."

...

Jenny raised her head slightly, the wide brim of the sun hat blocked the too strong sunlight around noon, and the breeze blew, making her white hair flutter in her ears.

In the bright sky, the classical and solemn city walls and towers of Saint-Sunil gleamed in her sight, fluttering flags were flying in the city head, mighty soldiers stood on their posts, and the quaint and Ansu-style streets were Extending out in the sun, the streets are lined with old and uneven houses, and the streets are full of pedestrians in a hurry.

The city didn't seem to have changed much compared to when she left, but it seemed to have changed a lot. A familiar and unfamiliar feeling came to her mind, making the eyes of the chief rune master of Cecil inevitably complicated.

An accompanying officer came to Jenny's side and saluted: "Master Jenny, do you want to report directly to Silver Fort?"

In Cecil, all senior technical researchers and master craftsmen have the title of "master", and Jenny is one of the first people to receive this title.

"I want to go to a place first," Jenny looked at the officer with the knight's emblem and smiled gently, "You take the others to the castle first."

"Yes, Master - I will arrange your escort team."

Jenny froze for a moment, then waved her hand subconsciously: "Guard? No need, I'm familiar with the situation here, I'll just go by myself..."

The officer showed a look of embarrassment: "Master, this is an order from a superior. The city has not been lifted from the special state. Your actions here need the protection of the military..."

Jenny looked at the gentleman who accompanied her all the way from the southern border to the capital. Her gentle nature and dislike of causing trouble kept her from sticking to her opinion, she nodded: "Then... it's all your hard work. , Mr. Knight."

A few minutes later, two black magic vehicles with Cecil's emblem left the southern city of San Sunil and drove along the centuries-old Iron Cross Street towards the mage area of ​​the inner city.

Outside the car window, the old and mottled houses kept retreating, the wheels were rolling on the uneven stone pavement, and the slight bumps seemed to be stirring Jenny's uneasy thoughts. She leaned against the window, her eyes followed. The vehicle moved forward and slowly swept through the familiar streets and buildings, and swept through the crowds who still had some vague impressions.

The number of pedestrians on the street was smaller than I remembered, and they were still wearing burlap with patches and monotonous colors. With a long neck and open mouth, he stared blankly, but he would soon bow his head in awe, as if he didn't dare to look at these "magic monsters" made of steel.

The streets in the civilian area are very narrow, and even if there are not many pedestrians, there will be congestion. The mechanic driving the car occasionally honks the car horn, and many passers-by will bend their necks and bend down - they are facing the steel machine that makes a strange noise. Bowing to the point that some people even forgot to give way, the soldiers had to stick their heads out of the car windows and loudly remind passersby to avoid.

In order to prevent injury to passersby, the car drove very slowly. Some children approached the magic car curiously and pointed at these machines on the side of the road, but they were soon slapped by adults and dragged home by their ears. go.

"Although we have been in the city for half a month, everyone is still very uncomfortable with these new things," said a female magic combat soldier sitting next to Jenny with a little embarrassment. One of the soldiers who took over Saint-Sunil was now incorporated into Jenny's escort, protecting Jenny on the one hand, and acting as a guide for other soldiers on the other, "The situation is much better now... There were even civilians on the first day. Kneel down in front of the magic car and give a kiss."

Jenny sighed softly: "This needs to change... We've all been through this period."

"Yeah, we've all been there - when the first magic water pump was put into the village, my father even forbade us from going near the fields for fear of it eating people, but after only a year, he wanted to talk to the neighbors. We have pooled together to buy a threshing machine, because there will never be enough machines in the agricultural machinery management station, and the queue always takes a long time, and this year’s grain will be so much that the manpower will not be able to handle it at all,” the soldier laughed and looked at Full of respect for Jenny, "It's all thanks to a master like you."

Jenny didn't know how to answer for a while. She was introverted and always addicted to the research room, and she was not good at facing such direct praise and tribute. She had to bow her head and whispered: "Thank you... but better than me. There are more people."

While speaking, they had passed through the civilian area of ​​the outer city and entered the more prosperous and prosperous part of the inner city.

The narrow street suddenly became wider, and the surrounding houses became much neater and taller. Well-dressed citizens walking with their heads up began to appear on the side of the road. At the end of the street, some tall minarets and floating Glittering runes above the street had come to Jenny's eyes.

She took a light breath.

The mage area of ​​Saint-Sunil has arrived.

The two vehicles passed through the streets of the wealthy area and entered the mage area. The guards of the entire area have been taken over by the Cecil Corps. The magic vehicles with military markings were not hindered in the mage area.

Under the guidance of Jenny, the car finally stopped in front of a mage tower with a lavender spire, a gray-white exterior wall and a height of about four or five stories.

This is a typical traditional magic tower. The whole building is built on a solid stone base. There are faint magic patterns on the surface of the gray-white outer wall. The heavy and luxurious oak door is blocked by a magic barrier, and above the minaret, There are also floating crystals and metal structures slowly revolving around the spire - those crystals and structures have many functions such as surveillance, early warning, combat, and Jenny knows them very well.

A small group of soldiers got off the car and followed Jenny to the front of the magic tower. The surface of the oak door blocked by the runes flickered a few times, then the runes dispersed and the door slowly opened.

No need to knock on the door - the artificial intelligence (Tarling) that controls the magic tower will recognize visitors and alert the guards.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Jenny saw an apprentice in a dark gray robe walking out of the dark doorway.

His name was Mark, one of the mentor's apprentices.

Not a slave apprentice, but a real apprentice.

Jenny's impression of him is not good, but not bad - this is a young man of average talent, but at least worth more than a slave, and Jenny's impression of him is so much.

Mark came out with his head lowered. He didn't raise his head slightly until he came to Jenny. He quickly saw the person in front of him with a look of surprise on his face, and then he noticed the back of Jenny. That group of heavily armed soldiers, and two magic vehicles parked not far away.

The young man's expression was a little stunned, and then he shrank his neck in a complicated and embarrassing tone: "Jenny, you...is it really you?"

"It's me. Go and tell the instructor, I'm back."