Chapter 457 456 This is not a failure, it is just a victory of 95
Chapter 457 456. This is not a failure, it is just a 95% victory - an update for "Warm Wine Ci" brother [2325]
Thirty minutes is actually quite a long time.
For male friends, thirty minutes is enough time to show off on any occasion.
However, thirty minutes is not worth mentioning when searching for important items in a vast unknown area.
Tear Flesh is not confident that it can find the secret cache of the Bone-Crushing King within thirty minutes, but the good news is that the mysterious psionicist traveling with it seems to be very familiar with this place.
The magic carpet floated lightly through the areas shrouded in thick fog, carrying him and Shred Flesh at high speed without making any turns or deviations. After a few minutes of rapid flight, they stopped in front of a bare cave.
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"This is it. The entrance from Area A to the core of the exhibition hall is exactly the same as described in the 'Chief Monk's' exploration notes."
The psionicist jumped off the magic carpet and stepped forward to touch the strange rock cave with a strange feeling. He whispered:
"The great power of ancient times has shaped it, but it is still no match for the vicissitudes of time. All the magic has been erased. All that remains here are only the outlines of the past, not even a shadow, just a fragmented past."
"You seem to be familiar with this place?"
Tear Flesh followed the psionic master and asked suspiciously:
"Have you been here before? Or has someone in your organization been here before?"
"More than once."
The psionicist did not hide these answers.
As he walked into the dim cave in front of him with the torn meat, he explained:
"In the past few decades, our organization has explored this place several times, but each time we were unable to truly penetrate into the core. The ancient power still lingers here, allowing us to glimpse the secrets but cannot penetrate deep into them.
Almost every exploration has failed. This is a strict system. What you see here maintains connections with other places thousands of miles away that we cannot understand. We can only wait until my fellow travelers make breakthroughs in other places.
Only then will the road here be open to us.
So many exhausting explorations only brought back the specific terrain here and the weaknesses of Ninginanka... Well, that can't even be said to be a weakness.
They themselves come from the stars, and banishing them is just to let them, a group of wanderers, 'go home'.
But fortunately, thanks to the hard work of friends from far away, after cutting off some invisible protective power, the door to the land of creation can finally be opened today!"
"You just said that you came here with a mission?"
Tear the meat and asked in a low voice:
"So, you are already sure of entering this mysterious core?"
"This... is not the answer you should know. My dear Mr. Jackal, what I want to do here has nothing to do with you."
The psychic master simply refused and said:
"I will give you a piece of advice from a proper style perspective, that is, don't touch things that you shouldn't touch or know about. The remains of the Bone-Gripping King are in the visitor hall in front. Take it with you and leave.
Bar."
"Just remains?"
Shred meat frowned and said:
"Where is the secret?"
"That's not what you can get now."
The psychic master said in a serious tone:
"No one knows what the King of Bone Grinders was doing here, but we can be sure that the Jackal's Civilization Slate has been sent to the core area of the exhibition hall. Some kind of incomprehensible certification process has been started. That thing was created by the Creator.
Power protected.
Not to mention you, a poor silver-level warlock, even a team of gold-level warriors would not be able to break through with violence.
However, this is what I came for.
If you're lucky, while I'm completing my mission, you can also take the Gnoll Civilization Tablet back to the Dark Mountains."
"Slate of Civilization?"
Pulling the meat and rolling his eyes, he said:
"So, this 'Civilization Slate' is the secret treasure of the King of Bone Grinders? This is the first time I have heard of this term. What does it mean? Look, I will be leaving soon, right? Your Excellency, please
For the sake of me being a psionicist, don't let me leave with a lot of questions.
That would give me trouble sleeping and eating."
"You old jackal has a lot of problems. You should be lucky that I am a person who wants to share."
The psionicist who led the way curled his lips, pulled up his hood, and then stepped on the downward spiral staircase deep in the cave and explained to the flesh-tearer behind him:
"The so-called 'civilization slate' is a symbol owned by every race. It symbolizes the existence and continuation of a race's power in this world, and its holder is the spokesperson of civilization.
You can understand it as proof of identity.
It possesses a variety of magical powers, and each stone slab has different effects, but what is certain is that when you are recognized by the stone slab, you represent an individual of your race and will be endowed with ancient power.
The Bone-Gnawing King was able to gather the largest and craziest gnoll black plague army in history precisely because it found the gnoll civilization slate and gained recognition.
Therefore, the real name of the Bone-Gnawing King should be the ‘Spokesperson of the Jackals’.
Alas, it's a pity that the first half of the Bone-Gripping King's life is very obscure.
No one knows where it found the lost civilization slate. The cunning jackal has been deliberately erasing the information of the first half of its life. It obviously does not intend to let others know about its own 'treasure house'.
What a selfish guy!"
The psionicist complained:
"If we could know where the bone-gnawing king's treasure house is, Dusk's great cause would not have been delayed for so many years. It must have found some important relic from the era of the Creator before the era..."
"Mossy Valley!"
Tear the meat and whisper:
"That's where the Bone-Gripping King first made its fortune. After its rise, its first goal was to seize the Moss Valley from the shadow elves, which proves that that place is of great significance to the Bone-Gripping King."
"Indeed, that's where the ruins are most likely to exist, but we couldn't find them. The entire Mossy Valley has almost been plowed through."
The psionicist shook his head and said:
"It's not just us. I guess even the descendants of the Bone-gnawing King's clan don't know the specific location of the ruins. Maybe the Bone-gnawing King has no intention of letting others inherit that information. It's just ahead. I'll take it with you.
Take down everything that has psionic power."
He turned back to Tear Meat and warned:
"There are guardians in the visitor's hall. They will respond to psychic energy. If you don't want to get into trouble, just do so."
As he spoke, this guy started to take off all the psychic items on his body, and he had no choice but to tear his flesh apart.
However, the old jackal's aroused curiosity was obviously not so easily satisfied. He stared at the strange door in front of him, which was made entirely of strange steel, and said:
"Then the Civilization Slate...if it is really as magical as you say, then where did it come from? You have been talking about the mysteries of pre-era times. I guess these tablets are not the creation of mortals?"
"Well, Creator."
The psionicist took off his pants and only wore boxer shorts, then took off the decorative ring on his ankle and threw it aside. He didn't care about his poor appearance at this time. He held the strange "metal staff" in his hand.
explain:
"Just like the source of all miraculous creations, all civilization slates come from the Creator. Of course, on this continent, the majesty of the gods has replaced the legend of the Creator. Only among the people of Songhai in the place of origin can you
Only then can we hear the psalms that praise the Creator.
From this point of view alone, it makes sense for the Songhai people who claim to be the 'people of the creator' to look down on the barbarians on the mainland. People here have forgotten the true power and have turned to worshiping some empty-handed but hypocritical people.
The astral spirit body.
This is really embarrassing."
"But...but does the Creator really exist?"
The Shredded Flesh also took off its robe, revealing its shriveled body, and whispered:
"I always thought it was just a legend."
"Then congratulations, you have stepped into the legend! The place you stand on is a thing shaped by the Creator himself. Feel honored, Mr. Shulou, you are about to step into the palace of the Creator. This is by no means just any life.
A power that everyone can have.”
The psionicist grinned and stepped into the door in front of him with his head held high.
Under the gaze of Zhanrou, he stood in the middle of the door with open arms, letting the flashing blue light from around the door frame sweep across his body, and finally a strange voice sounded, speaking in a language that Zhanrou could not understand.
This was like some kind of wonderful "detection" process. With a soft sound, the metal door closed in front slowly opened, and bright but not dazzling lights shone out from it, making the unprepared meat-shredder couldn't help but squint his eyes.
, it can see from the fingers that it is a very clean and wonderful place.
There is no gas lighting.
But those light strips hidden in the simple architectural style provide a stable and warm light source. There are not many things and not many decorations in this hall. It can be said that it is "barely built", but the extreme simplicity is full of "future style"
"The design makes this place full of a "sense of high-end" that jackals can't understand.
It immediately realized that the psionicist was not bragging and that this was indeed the "Land of the Creator."
"Come in, what are you doing standing there? Ningkinanka's exile time is coming soon!"
The psionicist, wearing only boxers and a hood, called from the other side:
"Hurry up and leave with the remains of the Bone-Gripping King. Don't interfere with my continued work here. I managed to get this job from Master Yuan with great difficulty."
"Ouch."
Like the country bumpkin, Shredded Flesh hurried forward, imitating the psionicist's posture and standing in the gate with open arms. Blue beams of light shot out from around its head, sweeping across its body, making Shredded Flesh feel a slight discomfort.
Due to the keen perception of the psionicist, it felt that all the secrets were analyzed by these beams at this moment. It could not understand the working principle of this thing, but it could probably guess that it was a strange "detection technique".
"Biological template code D-04, silver individual, threat: low! You will be given the status of 'temporary visitor' when you enter the visitor hall for the first time. Please abide by the rules and regulations of the exhibition hall and do not go to areas other than the visitor hall."
A light voice rang in Tear Meat's ears.
It didn't understand the language, but it strangely understood its meaning. This obviously transcended the transmission of information through language and text, and directly "copied" the content into the jackal's mind.
This made Shred Flesh feel the "greatness of the Creator" again.
It set foot on the Land of the Creator with an attitude of seeking knowledge and exploration, but when it saw that its own footprints left an ugly mud mark on the smooth ground, Tear Flesh even felt a sense of despair in its heart.
Origin of shame.
It felt like it had "profaned" this sacred place.
But soon a round and wonderful box floated over. Not only did it clean up the mud, it also circled around the torn meat, spraying out a strange water mist to clean the dirt on it.
clean.
"Ha, the Creator's little pet is magical, right?"
The psionicist holding a metal staff said to the flesh-tearer in a mean tone:
"These little things are found in every Creator Land. They are some kind of preset psychic items that are responsible for cleaning up garbage. I have tried to take apart a few broken ones, but I can't even find the gaps where they are assembled.
arrive.
I dare say that even if the best machinist from Chardeau Artisan University came over, he would have nowhere to start."
"This is a divine thing. Mortals cannot touch it and cannot understand its proper meaning."
Shred the meat and snorted.
It's not surprising.
In its worldview, even a roll of toilet paper next to a real god is not a "holy object" that mortals should touch.
This blunt answer made the psionicist lose interest in continuing to communicate with this guy. He curled his lips, pointed to a row of seats leading to the core of the visitor hall, and said:
"Go, your king is there."
After hearing this, Shred Flesh immediately strode forward. He walked around the seats and saw a skeleton sitting upright on the chair in the first row. It was the skeleton of a jackal. It had been dead for a long time but had not weathered.
It didn't turn into a skeleton, it just took on the appearance of a mummy.
Like the Flesh Tearer and the Psychic Master, it also took off its armor and weapons, and was here wearing only single clothes. Obviously, the Bone-gnawing King also knew the "rules" of entering the Land of Creation.
Qianrou looked at the skeleton in front of him with a complicated mood.
In fact, like other gnolls, it believed in its heart that the Bone-gnawing King was not dead. It was just hiding and licking its wounds and waiting for a comeback.
However, the cruel facts before him told it that the Bone-Gnawing King was already dead!
As an excellent necromancer, Flesh Tearer can even determine that the King of Bone Grinders has been dead for more than a hundred years. In other words, the King of the Jackals has passed away before the Fourth Black Disaster has truly come to an end.
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But soon, Shredded Pork noticed a problem.
It frowned and looked at the mummy of the Bone-gnawing King on the seat in front of it, and said:
"Why does my king put on such a strange posture? This is not some kind of ritual of the jackals..."
"That's praying."
The psionicist walked to Flesh Tear and whispered:
"Before your death, your king prayed alone in this land of creation. No one knows what he was praying for anymore, but if you have to say, I guess it has something to do with the series of confusing operations he performed at the end of his life.
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But what I am sure of is that the King of Bone Grinders is not a believer in the Lord of Hunting. You have seen with your own eyes that the only thing it truly believes in is 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. Oh, I was not born yet at that time. I only heard it from hearsay. It is said that our leader ruthlessly rejected it.
It seems that in despair, the bone-gnawing king finally returned the power and glory he had obtained from the creator. Tsk tsk, if it were not a jackal, this behavior itself would be enough to be called 'sincerity'.
Go ahead.
Take it with you.
For the dead who have left a mark in history, it is considered honorable to return to their roots after falling."
"But the secret is...the tablet of our civilization!"
Tear the Flesh and look at the passage directly in front of the Bone-Crushing King.
Although it was the first time today that I heard the term "Slate of Civilization", it still gave me the urge to step into it. However, the ferocious silhouette of the Iron Guard looming in the darkness kept me away.
This is the Holy Land of the Creator!
Everything here is beyond the imagination of this jackal psionic warlock. If the King of Bone Grapples has to wait here with such a humble attitude, then the flesh-tearing king cannot run wild here.
"The Bone-Gnawing King's secret is in the core area."
The psionicist whispered:
"Pray, if I successfully complete my mission, I will bring it back to you. In Dusk's plan, collecting the civilization tablets is a top priority, and we are also happy to see it returned to those who need it.
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We will teach you how to use it correctly, but of course you must first swear off this boring and wrong world.
But if you want me to give you a suggestion, you can look for the Bone-gnawing King's belongings in the swamp outside the exhibition area after you leave.
You saw it too.
It didn't leave its armor, weapons and personal belongings outside the gate. I guess this guy had properly hidden those things before entering.
As long as you find those things, you may be able to figure out your king's thoughts and plans at the end of his life, but even just the skeleton itself is enough for you to go back to the Dark Mountains for business.
You will be considered a hero to the Gnolls.
Don’t forget what you promised me before, Mr. Zhanrou.”
"Um."
The gnoll warlock nodded.
It put the bone-gnawing king's body into a special body bag with an extremely respectful gesture. Before leaving with the king's remains on its back, the flesh-shredding king turned around and asked:
"I haven't asked your name yet. Your Excellency, I can feel that the exploration of the unknown in your heart is obviously higher than your loyalty to the great cause of dusk... Therefore, I think we can actually continue to cooperate in the future. Can you tell me?
His name? A code name will do, too."
"Just call me 'explorer'."
The man waved his hands in farewell and said:
"As you said, I didn't join Twilight for any great cause, and I have no passion for destruction. It was just out of my desire and exploration of the unknown and the truth of the world. I couldn't stand a huge mystery being turned a blind eye by everyone.
I would rather abandon my conscience and my humanity.
I'm not a good person, really.
Stay away from me.
I wish you a smooth journey back to the city, sir, and don’t provoke the giant swamp snake that returned from the star realm, it has accumulated a lot of fire now."
