A small mechanical landing craft was placed off the cold winter, and crossed the clear sea that was as calm as a mirror, and docked smoothly at the foot of the "giant tower" that seemed to run through the planet's atmosphere. Cassandra, who had been exploring on the steel island for a long time, came to pick him up. After fixing the landing craft, Byron and Ashalina led a loyal Marine soldier to the ancient ruins that had been standing on this planet for 1.8 million years.

The gentle and weak sea breeze blows from a distance, bringing a particularly fresh air. The huge sun has deviated from the high point of the sky. The sloping sunlight is no longer as hot and deadly as it is at noon. The brilliant golden red light shines on the giant tower in front of you, casting a spectacular shadow on the sea surface in the distance. On the edge of the steel island, Byron saw the mineral accumulation, algae accumulation and many other traces of vitality that belong to the sea.

He raised his head and looked hard at the top of the tower. Of course, just like the observations from various angles before, he could not see where the tower was topped. He could only see a magnificent silver-gray pillar that entered the sky in the sunset, and gradually turned into slender black lines at the end of his vision. Its end was hidden at the end of the sky like a bridge hanging from the sky.

"How did this thing stand up here?" A Marine soldier couldn't help but mutter. The sound covered by the armor sounded a little dull, "Do you really not fall down?"

"Who knows? The things left by the setter..." Another Marine soldier muttered, "They can also build spaceships patrolling the Kingdom of Gods. It is said that the thing is several laps larger than the Dawn of the World..."

Byron heard the surprised conversation between the soldiers behind him, but he ignored it and asked Cassandra to lead the way. Soon, they passed through the proven safe area and came to the open square at the bottom of the tower.

"I suspect that this is the entrance to the tower. There is a gate structure nearby, and it is also a site for vehicles and personnel to assemble. However, we have not had time to continue exploring," Due to the weakening of the sun, the steam surrounding Cassandra was a little thinner than before, which made her look as if she had escaped from the danger of turning into dried salted fish. "In addition, while waiting for you to come, my sisters and I found more traces of latecomers around the square. They should have been left by the primitive elves who fled here back then. The traces left by the elves are not as immortal as the creation of the Settler for millions of years. Many things have been mottled and weathered so that they cannot see their appearance."

Byron nodded seriously, his eyes fell on the metal plate full of ancient elf text at the edge of the square. Although he couldn't understand a single word, he still maintained the glorious image of "the general is knowledgeable, the general is confident, and the general is stable" in front of the Marines: "It is a very reasonable idea to put the message near the entrance to warn the later generations."

Of course, Asharena knew that this guy who knew nothing about ancient elf was supporting the storefront, but she was not interested in dismantling the platform. Instead, she went up and read the text on the metal plate very seriously. After a close-up look, she found a detail that she had not been able to find on the remote image before.

"The material of this metal plate... is different from the things around it, but it is not the copper-based mitril silver alloy commonly used by the elves of this era..."

"This may be brought out by the elves from their hometown," Byron said, touching his chin, "the primitive elves mastered much more advanced technology like the Silver Empire today. The Temple of Stars was the 'ancestral property' they brought to the Loren Continent. This alloy must have a similar origin. After the split and deterioration, they lost a lot of technology and encountered serious group memory cleaning. I think there is no way to smel out this advanced material brought out from their hometown."

Speaking of this, he thought for a moment and observed the metal plate standing up in the square like a monument: "Can this thing be cut off?"

"Yes," Cassandra said immediately, "the 'island' itself is so hard, but this metal plate is not difficult to deal with. It is cast in a groove on the ground. The kind of engineering cutting machine your magician uses should be able to dig it out of the base... Are you going to get it off?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Asa Lena next to her also looked at Byron in surprise: "What do you want this thing for?"

"Dig back and let the cold winter number send another group of engineers down," Byron nodded and gestured at the bottom of the "monument". "Along the roots, try to dig neatly and intactly. I thought that this thing could be packed and sent to the Silver Empire and made a beautiful box. In the words of your majesty, this thing can at least gain reputation +100..."

"Calm down! God TM cut the monument erected by his ancestors and put it in a box to give it to the victim to gain reputation," Asharena was shocked and stared at her eyes and shocked Byron's wonderful ideas. "Do you know that the moment you stepped into the Silver Empire with this thing, you will get the stolen person and get it?"

No one in the Imperial fleet dared to yell at the Marshal, except for a female dragon who followed the Marshal to cut people and drink and brag in the southern border decades ago. Ashalina's loud voice made Byron feel his brain buzzing and trembling, and then he finally realized that it seemed a bit inappropriate for doing so. Not all "lost things" are suitable for digging back and returning them to the parties involved. In addition to being the relics of the original elves, the "monument" in front of him may be more important to a civilization as an "evidence and memorial that exists here". Perhaps in the near future, when the world is safe, the silver elves will come here like today's cold winter. At that time, the monument here will be a crucial "coordinate point" in their history and culture...

This principle is actually very simple to think about. It is like there is a peak in the world, and no one has ever successfully reached the top. But one day a man accomplished this feat and hung his family emblem on it, even if the process was just an accident, then you turned your face and took off the historic sign and sent it to the homes of people's descendants: "Luojia, I picked up such a thing on the road. Is it your family lost?"

Byron put himself in his shoes and thought about it, thinking that he might give the man a jump and a rage with armor.

"Then forget it, let's tell His Majesty about this, and see how he plans to negotiate with the Silver Empire," Byron scratched his messy hair, turned his head to look at the towering and high curved metal barrier not far away, "...Next, let's go in and see the situation."

"Are you sure you want to go in?" Asarena frowned slightly and glanced at the gate that looked like an entrance in the distance. "I always feel that this thing is so evil..."

"I came here to go in and take a look," Byron obviously made up his mind. "We have been flew to this point, and it is entirely due to luck to find this tower. The legacy of the Setter is of great significance to the Empire. His Majesty is also very concerned about this matter. At least we should bring some valuable information back. This is at least an explanation for the Empire. Of course, we will not delay here for too long. The Naga Navigator and the Siren who stayed on the Winter are recalibrating the route. When they find the direction of the mainland, we will rush back, and we should be more cautious before entering that 'tower', so..."

He said, looking up at Ms. Kassandra, who was carefully braiding her tail into a bow, said: "Ms. Kassandra, thank you for your hard work, you can go through that door first."

Kassandra immediately put down her tail and smiled confidently: "Of course it's okay, we'll wait for this sisters and set off!"

The three Siren quickly left the team. With the eyes of Byron and others, they passed through the open square and the wide ramp leading to the end of the square. The alloy gate that looked like seven or eight heavy tanks could pass side by side stood at the end of the ramp, and the figures of Cassandra and the other two disappeared into the crack of the door.

After passing through the wide and inconspicuous gate and through an equally wide but not long connection passage, the scene inside the tower finally appeared in front of the three Siren Exploration team members.

The lights are bright and spotless. Some ancient purification device or barrier device seems to block all the dust from the outside. What appeared in front of Kassandra was a neat and bright rotunda that had been unimaginable for one million and eight million years.

Unlike the first floor hall of the tower in Tallond, there are not many operating equipment here, nor are there busy central conveyor pipes. The huge hall is almost completely empty, with only a silver-white metal circular tube running through the floor and roof in the center. Its diameter looks almost as big as the tower of the castle. In the air around the metal circular tube, several sets of holographic images are floating, with only a disturbance noise on it.

There was no danger, no ancient equipment was activated, and no wall suddenly shone light.

Cassandra took her two sisters around the hall and finally confirmed that the place was quite safe, just as mentioned on the "monument" in the square. There was no danger on the first floor of the hall.

After confirming safety, Byron and others who were waiting outside finally walked into this ancient place.

"...No matter how many times you look at it, the things left by the Settler are still so amazing." Looking around this place that has been clean and bright after millions of years, and looks almost brand new and intact, Byron couldn't help but sigh, "Did the primitive elves gathered in this place and committed a great death..."

"We didn't find any stairs or gates leading to the upper floor," Cassandra said, "Everything has been checked, except for the metal tube in the middle of the hall... or metal column. The thing is obviously still running, and I didn't dare to touch it, but my sister and I walked around it twice, but it didn't cause any alarm."

"It's a good thing to be cautious," Byron said, nodding, walking a few steps towards the silver-white metal tube in the center of the hall. "It's okay to simply get close, right..."

Before he finished speaking, a striking "beep" sound suddenly came from all directions. With the obvious short sound of the warning, a mechanically synthesized sound rang directly into the hearts of everyone in the hall. The sound sounded like a direct injecting information into everyone's mind: "Warning, it does not meet the conditions for crossing the line. Visitors, please back."

Byron was stunned for a moment, and instantly got a cold sweat, and quickly retreated the next second.

The alarm did not continue to sound, and the synthetic sound in my mind did not continue to come.

"Did you hear the alarm just now? Or is it the only one I heard?" Byron looked at Cassandra in shock, "Didn't you say you're fine after getting close?"

"We heard it, but it was really okay when our sisters approached!" Cassandra also widened her eyes in surprise, and then as if to verify, she immediately swung her tail and crawled into the center of the hall for several steps. After confirming that the system here had no response, she retreated, "Look, it's okay."

Asarena frowned and looked at the scene in front of her, and suddenly said, "I'll try it too."

As she said that, she walked towards the place where the latter had just stood without waiting for Byron to speak, and nothing happened under the vigilant and cautious gaze of many eyes around her.

The warning did not sound.

"...Is this targeted?" Byron frowned and looked back at the Marines he brought. "Others come here to try it but don't go too far. Go back immediately after being warned. Don't stand in front for too long without warning."

"...We shouldn't be like the primitive elves we used to die, right?" Kassandra, who was standing beside her, said to Asarena with a little worried.

"I don't think so," Asharena whispered as she watched a Marine soldier walk forward. "Just from the comments on that monument, the original elves of that year were still arrogant and tried to crack the system here after being warned, and then they had problems after breaking through the upper limit zone. We just need to be careful not to fight against this warning..."

"Warning, the conditions for crossing the border are not met. Visitors, please back."

The voices that rang in everyone's minds interrupted the conversation between Cassandra and Ashalina, and the Marine, who had the courage to walk forward quickly retreated.

The hall was quiet and everyone looked at each other. After a brief look at each other, a siren brought by Cassandra finally couldn't help but break the silence: "What's going on?"

"...It seems that this is the 'certification mechanism' mentioned by the primitive elves in the message," Byron frowned. Although he is usually a rough person, his judgment ability is still online at this time. "The primitive elves seemed to have been blocked by this authentication mechanism, and most of us could not pass the 'filtering conditions' of this thing, but strangely..."

His eyes fell on Kassandra, Asarena and others.

"Why didn't you trigger the warning?"

The three siren and a giant dragon looked at each other with a confused look on their faces.

Byron frowned, thought for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the Marines he brought.

"Everyone, come forward and test it!"

The test did not take long, and dozens of Marines took less than ten minutes to add up. During these ten minutes, the warning of "not meeting the conditions for crossing the border" was almost uninterrupted.
Chapter completed!