Chapter 535 The Gradually Looming Dark Clouds

"This seems to be the writing of the Titans in the Golden Age. The characters that can be distinguished on it are 'radiance', 'dream' and 'tower'."

After carefully identifying it, Anvis frowned slightly and felt a little confused.

Even among all ancient languages, the information related to Titanic is the most severely lost.

Among the three legendary civilizations of the ancient golden age, although the high elves disappeared, the two branches derived from them, the natural elves and the dark elves, are still prospering in the distant elven continent until now.

Most of the giant dragons gather on the legendary Dragon Island, and there are even a few giant dragons on the mainland. Only the Titan clan has no trace left since the end of the ancient golden age.

But this time, among the glorious ruins, there was a mithril plate engraved with the Titan language.

Does this mean that the ruins this time may be related to the Titan civilization?

"Part of the characteristics of that bird are similar to the Night Bell Raven from the outside world, and the Night Bell Raven has a hobby of collecting shiny objects. There is a high probability that this mithril plate was obtained by the bird from the ruins of the city in the distance. brought out.”

After a casual divination, Avis returned the mithril plate to Albins and gave his analysis.

"According to the size of this mithril plate, 80% of it is not a relic of the Titans, but was inscribed in the Titan language by some later civilization."

"The Titan language has been lost for a long time. I think the ruins that can use Titan language as a common language are most likely related to the ancient golden age. The ruins are likely to be in the hands of a certain civilization in that era."

Albins nodded as well.

"I just walked all the way here and encountered more than one Warcraft on the way, but there is a big gap between them and the types of Warcraft in the outside world. I suspect that they are probably also species from ancient times."

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Listening to the two bosses discussing words that he didn't understand, the last dragonborn shrank back and tried to remain silent.

Although he is a plot player, it does not mean that he has an in-depth study of the secret history of ancient times.

"Let's end the exchange for now. I think everyone else is heading towards that city now. It's best for us to get there as soon as possible."

Finally, Avis dropped the subject.

He actually knew that these monsters should be of the same era as the ruins. If he could find a way to take them out, they should be of certain value, but this was not important to him for the time being.

The opening time of the Glory Ruins is limited, so it is not too late to deal with the matter of ancient monsters at the end.

The teammates they should be looking for have been found, and the three of them boarded the alchemy shuttle again and quickly flew towards the city.

Along the way, relying on the slate fragments in his hands, Anvis could also feel the location of Prince Lanno's people.

They seemed to be scattered to the other side of the city ruins, and based on his current speed, he should be able to arrive before the prince and others.

There were no surprises on the way, or in other words, no surprises that could stop Anvis and others.

When the alchemy shuttle flew towards the ruins of the city. There were two or three sixth- and seventh-level bird monsters that were offended in their airspace and rushed forward to attack without fear of death.

As a result, Anvis didn't take any action at all, relying only on the dissociation technique radiated from the surface of the airship to turn all the monsters that dared to attack into ashes.

Through the broadcast through the magic viewing window, the three people in the shuttle saw the scene where the monster pounced ferociously and was then hit by the dissociation technique.

Albins didn't feel much about this. After all, he had a teacher who was at the peak of the ninth level. He had seen even more outrageous cars than this one.

But the last generation Long Yi and the audience watching his live broadcast were eye-opening.

"Holy shit! That big black bird was instantly killed just now. Is it at least a level 40 monster?"

"Read more books in front of you. That is the Black Terror Bird. It is recommended to challenge level 70+."

"I really want to steal this ship."

"I really want to steal this ship +1."

Since this is an action under the spotlight, consider your own personality. Unless absolutely necessary, Avis does not intend to use his true power in front of others.

But even so, he has another equally powerful ability: the ability to make money.

For example, the alchemy shuttle he is currently riding is the work of Gajeel Kormivasi, the master of alchemy in the ancient Magic Empire.

With sufficient energy, this shuttle can release a dissociation technique with power close to the eighth level. Anvis made some modifications to it and installed more high elf defense modules and attack modules.

Moreover, in order to cope with this exploration of the glorious secret realm, Anvis dismantled the Sky City core tower spirit 'Bomia' that he had previously placed in the laboratory, and is currently temporarily installing it on the ship as a fire control system.

As a result, this ship has now become an aerial fortress that can threaten the eighth level.

Not paying attention to the flying monsters rushing over, Anvis stood quietly on the bow of the ship, looking at the approaching distant mountain ruins with deep eyes.

Just now, his spiritual sense suddenly experienced some abnormal sensation.

This abnormality is very hidden, but to him, an eighth-level prophet, it is as conspicuous as a beacon in the dark night.

There was something going on that was bad for him, not directly directed at him, but something that would involve him.

Is someone trying to target the Ninth Prince? Or some other conspiracy?

He was alert.

In any case, there might be some changes in this trip to the Glorious Ruins.

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….….

At this time, in another place in the Glorious Secret Realm, a long-planned attack broke out without warning.

A man dressed as a guard stretched out his hand without warning and pierced the chest of the brown-haired young man in front of him.

"Puff--"

"Trad?! ​​You!"

Gamon Aslade widened his eyes and looked at the arm that came out of his chest in disbelief.

Although he wondered why the protective treasure left to him by his family was not activated, he knew very well in his heart that he had reached a life-and-death moment.

He wanted to resist and activate the family amulet, but some deep and terrifying power had completely imprisoned his body, making him unable to mobilize even a trace of mental power.

"..."

Faced with Gamon's questioning, the man called Crad did not respond. At the same time, some kind of dark oily substance overflowed from his arm that pierced Gamon's body and quickly wrapped Gamon's whole body.

After a while, the liquid gradually disappeared under Gamon's skin, and it seemed that there was no change from the outside.

"How do you feel?"

Seeing this, the man dressed as a guard withdrew his hand that was inserted into the other's chest.

"It feels good, but is it okay? Will the prophet find out?"

After moving his body, 'Gamon' looked at him and asked uncertainly.

"Don't worry, he is just a seventh-level prophet. Under the power of God, even his perception was confused by us when he came here, and it is impossible for him to find us."

"Get ready to start, the great god will watch us, and when he truly returns to this world, we will become his ladder and live forever in his kingdom of God."

"Praise my Lord——"

At this moment, a similar scene is happening in many directions of the Glorious Secret Realm.