When Soshyan and Veronica left the ruins of the old humans, with bursts of dazzling light, the unpredictable vast land replaced the cold and dark void around them.
In front of them appeared a dilapidated city that had experienced the ravages of natural disasters, covered with crumbling towers and corridors filled with rubble: as if the grand arches and viaducts that had fallen from high places were stacked on top of one another and were twisted by their own mass.
They made a pile and smashed them together on a huge rock.
From Soshiyang's point of view, it should be a continent carved out of the planet's mantle. It has been floating among the stars for countless years. The exquisite and magnificent scenery of the past seems to be right in front of you, and the corridor is silently standing back.
Tens of millions were lost, but the tragedy like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing turned it into a crazy ruin. The once glorious palace was also reduced to countless fragments due to the disaster, and it is difficult to recognize its previous appearance.
"...The Orc Empire of Ullanor plundered countless treasures and even buildings from many worlds, and decorated them on their throne world. The Orcs called it the 'City of Conquest', and the Great Prophet described it
It is a 'bloody den', and in your human language it should be called Nineveh."
Setting foot in the capital of the largest green-skinned empire in the past, Soshyan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. In that turbulent era of the Great Crusade, how many such powerful alien empires fell apart under the iron fist of the Human Emperor.
The empire at that time was so vigorous and unrivaled.
Among the many ruins, only one stood out amidst the dilapidation and depression everywhere: a relatively complete building at that time, with several ivory-white towers similar in material to the surrounding ruins, with graceful curvatures, together holding up a bright and dazzling star.
The ball of light snakes upwards and points directly to the sky.
Seeing this scene, Veronica laughed out loud in amazement:
"I didn't expect it to really exist."
Soshyan withdrew his gaze.
"What is this?"
"I heard from the great prophet that the former King of Orc had a beloved concubine, and he even built a unique palace for her, called the Bird Palace, and this high tower should be the core of the Bird Palace, the Golden Bird Peak...
....It is said that when it was in its heyday, its dazzling brilliance was rarely comparable to anything in the Milky Way, and it could be observed with the naked eye even from a distance of several light years."
"favorite concubine?"
Soshyan frowned slightly.
"Do greenskins have this concept?"
"I don't know either. This was mentioned by the Great Prophet accidentally. I also asked the same question as you at that time, but he didn't explain it."
"It seems that your great prophet is enigmatic even in front of his own people."
Veronica snorted lightly and replied with disdain:
"How can your simple thinking understand the profound philosophy of language?"
Soshyan didn't even bother to refute, but turned his attention back to the ruins of the palace.
The huge pagoda is sparkling with sparks and light all around, and the center is constantly emitting shocking energy. It is not just a flower blooming on the ruins, but more like some kind of coordinates: the edges and contours of the pagoda are ever-changing,
The colorful glass prisms intertwined and surrounded each other, creating a swirling vortex in the air.
This spectacle is so fascinating that even Soshyan can't take his eyes away - it's amazing.
"What's next?"
After staring for a while, Soshyan turned his attention back to Veronica, and the Elf girl had already taken out the map.
"Next... there are no roads nearby, we have to pass through the Bird Palace."
Afterwards, the two of them went deep into the ruins of the palace, and only then did Soshyan discover that in addition to the broken tiles and ruins of the towering buildings, the ground was also dotted with damaged ships of all sizes: up to the Imperial Navy-sized Skyshade
There are all kinds of warships, down to rough fighter planes piloted by green skins.
Soshyan recognized at least a dozen different models of hulks, and the ages at which the hulls had weathered were also very different.
There is no doubt that the war experienced here was extremely cruel and massive, otherwise so many starships would not have crashed here.
A building among the ruins caught Soshyan's eye: at first he thought he had seen it before, but he soon secretly rejected the idea.
The structure next to this dilapidated building is like a passage. A winding and wide main road has successfully arched through the mountains of debris, but luckily it has not been permanently buried deeply by the thick ruins.
"There is a weak psychic reaction here, and there are no obvious traces of pollution or toxicity. Even so, don't let your guard down. This area doesn't look very stable. The battle situation is changing rapidly. Pay attention to the situation."
Veronica kindly reminded her, but Soshyan did not answer. In fact, he would pay attention without the other party saying anything.
Soshyan quickly stepped over a weathered and damaged staircase and stepped onto a platform about thirty meters high. Veronica followed closely behind him. In the process, the storm bomb on Soshyan's arm
Always ready to fire.
"This kind of architectural structure—"
Standing on the edge of the platform, Veronica murmured, pointing with the magic sword in her hand at a collapsed ruins that seemed to have been a theater - layers of dust-covered seats could still be seen on the skewed semicircular platform.
"It's the form we often use. It must have been plundered by the greenskins from some kind of Arkworld."
Soshyan's eyes swept across the walls and finally landed on a circle of seats at the top. Several lonely curved partitions at both ends lost the cover of the canopy above them and soared upwards to point to the sky.
Although the surrounding ruins were extremely wide, the pale smoke clouds that filled the heads of the two people obscured the dark void.
He looked around at the rows of stone seats, thinking about a question, why is this amphitheater so prominent among the depression?
"Don't waste time, let's go."
Veronica spoke behind him:
"We don't have much time."
Soshyan turned around from the edge of the platform and looked into the distance. This place gave him a very different feeling.
He looked up at the tower of light illuminating the ruins.
"I still need some time."
He knelt down and gently touched the ancient rocks with his hands.
In an instant, the originally dilapidated stage became magnificent. Wrapped in darkness, there was only a beam of light on the stage, making the entire scene seem to be covered with a veil.
He was unable to push aside the veil, and could only see a stunning figure dancing gracefully. She had a pair of wings, but had a figure that did not belong to any human woman.
With a slight jump, the skirt of her skirt began to fly up, and the green skirt cast a mysterious and suffocating blue shadow in the deep light and shadow, shining brightly.
Then she raised her hand, revealing a small section of her snow-white arm, but before she could see clearly, she still held the pipa in her arms, half-covering her face. The tight-fitting top also showed off her eye-catching figure during the rotation, and her breasts became fuller.
Every turn makes people worry that they cannot hold up and are about to burst out. When going down, the waist suddenly straightens, but there is an arc at the lower part, showing a different kind of beauty, but still blatantly
There is a temptation.
Then, there was another light jump, and the heel of the shoe tapped the ground gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water. It gently caressed it like that, and then the toe of the shoe supported the ground, drawing arcs left and right, one by one, perfect circles.