Chapter 663 Things are different and people are different

Eastern border, white sand hilly area.

An engineering team arrived at the mining area following a train a few days ago. The once-destroyed mining facilities are now being rebuilt, and the white sand hills are immersed in a busy and orderly atmosphere. Heavy equipment, engineering vehicles, construction frameworks and isolation nets are everywhere, and among all construction areas, there is one place that is the most special:

The massive "Shencheng" located near the Baishui River .

Where the man-made god fell, the huge sinkhole has been closely monitored by the Cecil Corps. Several temporary sentry towers and defenses are monitoring all movements inside and outside the crater at the edge. A small research station has been built near the "remaining bones" at the bottom of the pit.

At this moment, only an incomplete skeleton is left of the terrifying man-made god. The twisted and mutated bone fragments stand on the ground in a formidable posture, and a small number of them are buried at the bottom of the pit. Among the gravel and soil, there are a large number of flesh and blood remnants scattered nearby. It is as if those blasphemous biological tissues still have a trace of life left. They still maintain some activity and continue to emit strong magical reactions.

These incredible relics are undoubtedly valuable research samples.

Accompanied by several apprentices, soldiers, and officers, Pitman walked slowly among the huge skeleton fragments. The old Druid put his hands behind his back, his back slightly stooped, and his eyes were on Scanning over the disturbing wreckage nearby, some metal frames supported these crumbling skeletons. In several areas separated by the metal frames, some signs inserted into the ground marked such things as "sampled", "not sampled", Something like "Cleaned".

Pitman stopped and stared quietly at the bone structure in front of him. Some remaining flesh and blood slowly squirmed between the bones, making a disgusting little sound, and falling into convulsions from time to time - - It is as if this part of the biological tissue is still experiencing the phantom pain of battle.

“These things are still twitching,” an accompanying officer couldn’t help but whisper, “What a terrible creation...”

“The tail of a blue-tailed swamp lizard It is still twitching and even bouncing a week after being cut off. Nature has created these incredible wonders of life. It is not unusual in itself..." Pittman said casually, "The reason why this thing in front of you is scary is just that Because it is extremely large."

Then he turned to his apprentice: "Collect samples from this location - this should be close to its nerve center. Perhaps the remaining samples here can tell us whether it has any. "Such a structure as a nerve center"

Several apprentices boldly approached the flesh and blood that was still twitching and squirming, and activated the cutting tools they carried - melting swords, cutting beams, and large guns. Powerful saw blades, these powerful and reliable tools are good partners for scientific researchers - accompanied by bursts of piercing noise, sparks fly from the sampling position.

The seemingly soft flesh and bloodThe fragile bones are actually incredibly strong and cannot be cut without some "professional tools."

A rustling crawling sound came from nearby. Tyr, in the form of a sea snake, came to the side of Pitman and others. The Siren lady raised her head and looked at the Druid apprentices. At the scene of collecting samples, he opened his lips slightly and drooled all over the floor.

Then she commented: "Let me tell you, this position has the best taste. It is the rare chewy part of this pile of artificial meat, and it is not clogging your teeth..."

The officer next to Pittman suddenly had a strange look on his face and said helplessly: "Miss Till, didn't you tell me not to eat in unsampled areas? Although your superiors have given instructions to allow you to eat here, at least you don't want to eat here. Interfering with our research work..."

Tiel immediately waved his hands: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I only tasted a small amount. It will definitely not affect your work, right Pitman?"

"As long as you don't eat in front of us - it will be harmful to the mental health of my apprentices," Pitman glanced at this deep-sea salted fish, then turned back and continued Gazing in fascination at those huge bones and twitching and squirming biological tissues, "...it's really hard to imagine how they created this..."

"We found the original origin of this giant deer. Where it appeared, large-scale rifts and caves were discovered in the western area of ​​Solinburg, which lead deep underground. There seems to be an ancient underground building complex there. This monster should have come to the surface from there. "The accompanying officer said, "But the underground situation is too complicated and dangerous to continue exploring at the moment."

Pitman pondered for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "...The nest of the Society of Death is indeed located. Underground, but it is a place that is older and more complex than the Disobedience Fortress. You are right not to explore it hastily."

As a member of the Death Society of All Things, he actually knew the existence of this underground facility. ——But that’s just knowing that it exists.

The mysterious underground building complex is a product of ancient times. It may be as old as the Disobedience Fortress, but no one knows its true origin and function. The followers of the Death of All Things have built a complex structure inside it. "Vine Network" to connect various areas and control the passage to the ground. In addition, they also set up countless traps and secret doors in the underground palace to resist possible invasions - and all of this is combined with The magic key to enter the underground palace is always changing.

The underground facilities may have been severely damaged after the giant deer lost control, but there must still be a large number of traps remaining.

Pitman has been away from the Death of All Things for too long, and the information he possesses has long been outdated, so he does not dare to lead people to explore there.

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

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

Jenny raised her head slightly. The wide brim of her sunhat blocked the too strong sunlight around noon. The breeze blew, causing her white hair to rise by her ears.

In the bright sky, the classical and solemn city walls and towers of Saint-Sunil shone in her sight, fluttering flags were flying on the city head, and mighty soldiers stood on their posts, simple and elegant. The Ansu-style streets stretch out in the sunshine. The streets are lined with old and uneven houses, and the streets are filled with hurried pedestrians.

This city did not seem to have changed much compared to when she left, but it seemed to have changed a lot. A feeling that was both familiar and strange came to mind, making Chief Cecil The Rune Master's eyes were inevitably complicated.

An accompanying officer came to Jenny and stood at attention and saluted: "Master Jenny, do you want to go directly to Silver Castle to report?"

In Cecil, all senior officers Technical researchers and great craftsmen both have the title of "Master", and Jenny is one of the first people to receive this title.

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

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

The officer showed a look of embarrassment: "Master, this is an order from above. This city has not yet lifted its special status. Your actions here require military protection..."

Jenny looked at the knight who accompanied her all the way from the southern border to the royal capital. Her gentle nature and dislike of causing trouble prevented her from insisting on her opinion. She nodded: "Then... Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Knight.”

A few minutes later, two black magic cars hanging with Cecil’s emblem left the southern city of Saint-Sunil and walked along the centuries-old iron railing. Cross Street, heading towards the mage area of ​​the inner city.

Outside the car window, the old and mottled houses continued to recede, and the wheels rolled over the uneven stone pavement. The slight bumps seemed to stir up Jenny's thoughts that were difficult to calm down. She leaned on Next to the window, as the vehicle moved forward, my eyes slowly swept across the familiar streets, alleys, buildings, and the crowds of people who still had some vague impressions.

The number of pedestrians on the street is smaller than in memory. They are still wearing burlap clothes with patches and monotonous colors. They walk in a hurry and have numb faces. From time to time, some people stop in the corners of the streets. He stretched his neck in the direction of the magic vehicle and stared blankly with his mouth open, but soon lowered his head in awe, as if he did not dare to look at these "magic monsters" made of steel.

The streets in civilian areas are very narrow, and even if there are not many pedestrians, there will be congestion. The mechanics driving the cars will occasionally sound their horns, and many passers-by will hunch their necks and bend down - they face them. The strange-sounding steel machine bowed in greeting, so that some people even forgot to get out of the way,The soldiers had to stick their heads out of the car windows and loudly warn passers-by to take shelter.

In order to prevent hurting passersby, the car drove very slowly. Some children approached the magic car curiously and pointed at these machines on the roadside, but they were soon slapped by adults. , dragging him home by his ears.

"Although we have been in the city for half a month, everyone is still not used to these new things," a female magic combat soldier sitting next to Jenny said with a slight embarrassment. As one of the soldiers of the First Legion moved north and took over St. Sunil, he was now incorporated into Jenny's escort. On the one hand, he personally protected Jenny, and on the other hand, he served as a guide for other soldiers. "The situation is much better now... Chapter One day, some civilians even knelt down and kissed the magic vehicle."

Jenny sighed softly: "This needs to change... We have all gone through this period."

"Yes, we have all experienced it - when the first magic water pump was installed in the village, my father even forbade us from going near the fields because he was worried about it eating people. But after just one year, he I want to pool money with my neighbors to buy a threshing machine, because there are never enough machines at the agricultural machinery management station, and the queues always take a long time, and this year I’m afraid there will be so much grain threshed that the manpower can’t handle it,” the soldier smiled. He stood up and looked at Jenny with respect, "This should all be thanked to a master like you."

Jenny didn't know how to answer for a while, being introverted by nature and always obsessed with the research laboratory. She was not good at facing such direct compliments and tributes, so she had to lower her head and whisper: "Thank you... but there are many people who are better than me."

As they spoke, they had already worn After passing the civilian areas of the outer city, we entered the wealthier and more prosperous areas of the inner city.

The narrow street suddenly became wider, and the surrounding houses looked much neater and taller. Well-dressed citizens began to appear on the roadside, walking with their heads held high. At the end of the street, some The tall spires and shining runes floating above the streets have caught Jenny's eyes.

She took a gentle breath.

The wizard area of ​​Saint Sunil has arrived.

The two cars passed through the streets of the wealthy district and went straight into the Mage District. The guards in the entire area have been taken over by Cecil's Legion. Magic vehicles with military markings are hanging in the Mage District. There were no obstacles within.

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

This is a typical traditional magic tower. The entire building is built on a solid stone base. Faint magic patterns appear on the gray-white exterior wall. The heavy and luxurious oak door is blocked by a magic barrier. above the spire, there are floating crystals and metal structures slowly rotating around the spire - those crystals and structures have many functions such as surveillance, early warning, and combat, and Jenny knows them very well.

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

No need to knock on the door - the artificial intelligence (tower spirit) controlling the magic tower will automatically identify visitors and alert the guards.

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

His name is 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 either - this is a young man with average talent, but at least he is worth more than a slave, and Jenny only has so much impression of him.

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

The young man’s expression was a little startled for a moment, and then he shrank his neck and said in a complicated and embarrassing tone: “Jenny, are you...really you?”

” It's me. Go tell the instructor that I'm back."