456.This is not a failure, just a 95% victory - more updates for "Warm Wine Ci" brother【23/25】
456.This is not a failure, just a 95% victory-Additional update for "Warm Wine Ci" brother [23/25] (page 1/2)
Thirty minutes is actually quite a long time..
For male friends, thirty minutes is enough time to show off on any occasion..
But when it comes to searching for important items in a vast, unknown area, thirty minutes is nothing..
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..
“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：
“Shaped by ancient mighty power, it is still no match for the vicissitudes of time. All magic has been erased. All that remains here are only the outlines of the old days, not even shadows, just the fragmented past..”
“You seem to be familiar with this place？”
Tear Flesh followed the psionicist, and it asked suspiciously：
“Have you been here before? Or maybe someone from your organization has been here.？”
“more than once.”
The psionicist did not hide these answers..
He explained as he walked into the dim cave in front of him with the torn meat.：
“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. The road here will 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 "go home" as a group of wanderers..
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 this time？”
Tear Meat asked in a low voice.：
“So, you already have the confidence to enter the 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 psionicist simply refused.：
“I'll give you a piece of advice from a good manners perspective, and that is don't touch things you're not supposed to touch or know about. The remains of the Bone Grinning King are in the visitor's hall out front. Take it with you and leave..”
“just remains？”
Shred meat frowned and said：
“There is also a secret treasure？”
“That's not what you can get now.”
The psionicist said with emphasis.：
“No one knows what the Bone-Gnawing King was doing here, but we can be sure that the Gnoll Civilization Tablet has been sent to the core area of the exhibition hall. Some kind of incomprehensible authentication process has been started. That thing was controlled by the power of the Creator. Protected.
Not to mention you, a poor silver-level warlock, even a team of golden warriors can't break through with violence here..
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..”
“Civilization Slate？”
Tear the meat and roll your eyes and say：
“So, this 'Civilization Slate' is the secret treasure of the Bone-Gripping King? This is the first time I have heard this word. What does it mean? Look, I'm leaving in a moment, right? Your Excellency, please consider that I am a psionicist and don't let me leave with a lot of questions..
That makes me sleepless.”
“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 power of a race to exist and continue 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 Disaster 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 trove.’.
What a selfish guy！”
complained the psionicist.：
“If we could know where the bone-gnawing king's treasure house is, Dusk's great cause would not have been postponed for so many years. It must have found some important relic from the era of the Creator before the Era.…”
“mossy valley！”
Tear the flesh 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 is where the ruins are most likely to exist, but we could not find them. The entire Mossy Valley had almost been plowed through..”
The psionicist shook his head and said：
“Not just us, I guess even the descendants of the Bone-Gripping King's clan don't know the specific location of the ruins. Maybe the Bone-Gripping King has no intention of letting others inherit that information. It's right in front, so bring it with you. Take down all the psychic things.”
He turned back and warned Tear Meat：
“There are guardians in the visitor's hall, they react to psychic energy, if you don't want to get into trouble just do it.”
As he spoke, this guy had begun to take off all the psychic items on his body, and he could only do the same when tearing his flesh..
However, the old jackal's aroused curiosity was obviously not so easily satisfied. He stared at the strange door made entirely of strange steel in front of him and said：
“So the Civilization Slate...if it is really as magical as you say, where did it come from? You have been talking about pre-era mysteries. I guess these tablets are not the creation of mortals.？”
“Well, Creator.”
The psionicist took off his pants and only wore boxer shorts. He took off the decorative ring on his ankle and threw it aside. He didn't care about his poor posture 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 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. astral spirit.
This is so embarrassing.”
“But...but does the Creator really exist?？”
The Shredder also took off its robe, revealing its shriveled body, and whispered：
“I always thought it was just a legend.”
“Congratulations, you have entered the legend! The place you stand on is something shaped by the Creator himself. Feel honored, Mr. Shulrou, you are about to step into the palace of the Creator. This is not a power that just any life can possess..”
The psionicist grinned and stepped into the door in front of him with his head held high..
Under the gaze of Zhanrou, he opened his arms and stood in the middle of the door, letting the flashing blue light from around the door frame sweep across his body. Finally, a strange voice sounded, speaking in a language that Zhanrou could not understand..
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