When Soshyan and Veronica left the old human ruins, 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 been ravaged by natural disasters, covered with crumbling towers and corridors filled with rubble: it was 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 Soshyan's point of view, it should be a continent carved out of the planet's mantle. It has been drifting 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 vaguely 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', the Great Prophet described It is a 'bloody den', and in your human language it should be called Nineveh."
Setting foot on the capital of the largest green-skinned empire in the past, Soshiyang 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 vibrant 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 made of similar materials to the surrounding ruins with graceful arcs, 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 actually exist.”
Soshyan looked away.
"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 top... ....It is said that when it was in its heyday, its brilliance was unparalleled in the Milky Way and could be seen 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. The Great Prophet mentioned it accidentally. I 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 coordinate: 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 captivating that even Soshyan can't look 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 go through the Bird Palace."
Afterwards, the two of them went deep into the ruins of the palace. 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 sky-shrouding sky-shaping structure of the Imperial Navy. 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 rejected the idea secretly.
The structure next to this dilapidated building is like a passage. A wide and winding main road has successfully arched through the mountains of debris, but luckily it has not been permanently buried deep in 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 that 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, with Veronica following closely behind him. During this process, the storm bomb on Soshyan's arm was always in a ready state and could be fired at any time.
"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 a form we often use. It must have been plundered by the greenskins from some kind of craft world."
Soshiyang'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 two people's heads obscured the dark void.
He looked around at the rows of stone seats, thinking about a question, but 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 lift 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 white body, but before she had time to see it clearly, she still held the pipa, 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 will burst out. When going down, the waist suddenly straightens, but there is an arc in the lower part, showing a different kind of beauty, but still blatant. The earth has 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 stroked it gently, and then the toe of the shoe supported the ground, drawing arcs left and right, completing each circle. trace out.
