Eastern territory, Baisha dunes area.

A team of engineering arrived at the mining area with a train a few days ago. The once destroyed mine facilities are now under reconstruction. The white sand dunes are immersed in a busy and orderly atmosphere. Lifting equipment, engineering vehicles, construction frames and isolation nets are everywhere. Among all construction areas, there is one place that is the most special:

The huge "Shenyue Crater" located near the Baishui River.

Where the artificial god fell, the huge sinkhole had been closely monitored by the Cecil Legion. Several temporary sentry towers and fortifications monitored all movements inside and outside the large pit at the edge. A small research station has been built near the "remaining bones" at the bottom of the pit.

The terrifying artificial god was left with only a broken skeleton. The twisted and mutated bone fragments stood on the earth in a daunting manner. A small number of them were buried between the gravel and soil at the bottom of the pit, and a large amount of flesh and blood residues were scattered nearby. The profane biological tissues seemed to remain a little vitality, and still maintained a little activity and continued to emit a strong magic reaction.

These incredible remains are undoubtedly valuable research samples.

Accompanied by several apprentices, soldiers and officers, Pittman slowly walked among the huge skeleton fragments. The old druid was behind his back, his back slightly hunched, his eyes swept across the disturbing wreckage nearby. Some metal frames supported these shaky skeletons. In several areas divided by the metal frame, some signs inserted on the ground were marked with words such as "sampled", "not sampled", "cleaned".

Pitman stopped and quietly looked at the bone structure in front of him. Some remaining flesh and blood slowly squirmed between the bones, making some nauseous subtle sounds, and twitched from time to time - as if this part of the biological tissue was still experiencing the phantom pain during the battle.

"These things still twitch," a escort officer couldn't help but whisper, "What a terrible creation..."

"The blue-tailed swamp lizard's tail still twitches and even bounces after being cut for a week. Nature has originally created these incredible wonders of life, which is not unusual in itself..." Pittman said casually, "The reason why this thing in front of him is that it is particularly huge."

He then turned to his apprentice: "Collection of samples from this location - here should be close to its nerve center. Perhaps the remaining samples here can tell us whether it has a structure like a 'nerve center'."

Several apprentices bravely approached the flesh and blood that were still twitching and squirming, and activated their own cutting tools—the melting sword, the cutting beam, and the high-power saw blade. These powerful and reliable tools are good partners for researchers—with a burst of harsh noise, sparks splashed in the sampling position.

The seemingly soft flesh and fragile bones are actually terrible and cannot be cut open without using some "professional tools".

A rustling sound came from the nearby area. Tyre, in the form of a sea snake, came to Pitman and others, and the Siren lady raised her head and looked at the scene where the druid apprentices collected samples, opened her lips and drooled all over the floor.

Then she commented: "I tell you that the taste is the best in this position, which is a rare chewy part of this pile of artificial meat, without any tooth stuffing..."

The officer beside Pittman suddenly looked strange and said helplessly: "Miss Tyre, didn't you say that you should not eat in the unsampled area? Although the superior has already given instructions to agree to you eat here, at least don't interfere with our research work..."

Tyre immediately waved his hand: "It's not the case, but I've tasted a small little bit, which will definitely not affect your work, right Pittman?"

"As long as you don't eat in front of us - that will damage the mental health of my apprentices," Pittman glanced at the deep-sea salted fish, then turned around and continued to stare at the huge bones and twitching biological tissues, "...it's really hard to imagine how they made this..."

"We found the place where the deer first appeared, and found huge rifts and caves in the western part of Solinburg. They lead deep underground, where there seems to be an ancient underground complex, from which the monster should have come to the surface," said the escort officer. "But the underground situation is too complex and dangerous, and it is impossible to continue to explore for a while."

Pitman pondered for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "...The nest where all things finally die is indeed located underground, but it is a place that is even more ancient and complex than the fortress of disobedience. It is right that you did not explore it rashly."

As a member of the Society of All Things, he actually knew the existence of this underground facility - but he just knew it existed.

The mysterious underground building complex is an ancient product. It may be as old as the fortress of disobedience, but no one knows its true origin and function. All the dead people built a complex "vine network" inside it 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 like the magic keys entering the underground palace, which are constantly changing.

The underground facility may have suffered severe damage after Julu lost control, but there must be a large number of mechanism traps remaining.

Pittman has been away from everything and will die for too long. The information he has had is already outdated, so he dared not take people to explore there.

"Report relevant information, we should not decide on this."

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

...

Jenny raised her head slightly, the wide edge of the sun hat blocked the too strong sunshine around noon. The breeze blew, causing her white hair to rise in her ears.

Under the bright sky, the classical and solemn walls and towers of Saint Sunil shone brightly in her sight, flying flags flying at the top of the city, mighty soldiers standing on their posts, the quaint and Ansu-style streets extend out in the sun, the streets are lined with old and uneven houses, and the streets are hurriedly pedestrians.

This city seems to have not changed much compared to when she left that year, but it seems to have changed a lot. A feeling of being both familiar and unfamiliar came to my mind, making the eyes of the chief rune master of Cecil inevitably complicated.

A escort officer came to Jenny and stood attentively saluted: "Master Jenny, do you want to go directly to Silver Fort to report?"

In Cecil, all senior technical researchers and great craftsmen have the title of "Master", and Jenny was one of the first to win this title.

"I want to go to a place first," Jenny looked at the officer with the Knight's emblem and smiled gently, "You can take the others to the castle first."

"Yes, Master - I will arrange your guard team now."

Jenni was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously waved her hand: "Guard? No need, I am familiar with the situation here, just go by myself..."

The officer showed a hint of embarrassment: "Master, this is an order from the superior. This city has not yet been lifted from its special state. 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 temperate personality and disliked causing trouble made her not stick to her own opinions. She nodded: "Then... thank you for your hard work, Mr. Knight."

A few minutes later, two black magic cars with the Cecil emblem left San Sunil South City and drove along the centuries-old Iron Cross Street toward the mage area of ​​the inner city.

Outside the car window, the old and mottled houses kept retreating, and the wheels crushed the uneven stone pavement. The slight bumps from the coming seemed to stir up Jenny's uneasy thoughts. She leaned against the window, and her eyes slowly swept through the familiar streets and alleys and buildings as the vehicles moved forward, and swept through the crowds that still had some impression.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street than I remembered. They were still wearing patches with patches, monotonous colored burlap cloth, with a hurry and numb face. From time to time, people stopped in the corners of the streets and alleys, stretched their necks and opened their mouths in the direction of the magic car, and looked at them blankly, but they would soon lower their heads in awe, as if they did not dare to look at these "magic monsters" that were pieced together with steel.

The streets in the civilian area are very narrow, and even if there are not many pedestrians, there will be congestion. When the machinists driving occasionally ring the whistle, many passers-by will bend down with their necks and bow down - they bow to the steel machine that makes strange noises, so some people even forget to give way, and the soldiers have to poke their heads out of the car window and yell to remind passers-by to avoid.

In order to prevent injuries to passers-by, the car drove very slowly. Some children curiously approached the magic car and pointed at the machines on the side of the road, but they were quickly slapped by adults and dragged them home with their ears.

"Although we have been in the city for half a month, everyone is still not adapted to these new things," said a female magic combat soldier sitting next to Jenny with a little embarrassed. She was one of the soldiers who went north with the First Legion and took over Saint Sunil. She was now incorporated into Jenny's escort. On the one hand, she protected Jenny in close proximity, and served as the guide of other soldiers. "The situation is much better now... On the first day, there were even civilians kneeling in the magic car and kissing the ground."

Jenny sighed softly: "This needs to change...we've all gone through this period."

"Yes, we've all experienced it - when the first magic pump was installed into the village, my father even forbidden us from approaching the fields because he was worried that it could eat people, but after just one year, he wanted to raise money with his neighbors to buy a threshing machine, because the machinery at the agricultural machinery management station is never enough, and it always takes a long time to queue up. This year, the food will probably be so much more than manpower can't be busy," the soldier laughed and looked at Jenny with respect, "this should be thankful to a master like you."

Jenny didn't know how to answer for a moment. She was introverted by nature and always addicted to the laboratory, and was not good at facing such direct praise and tributes. She had to lower her head and whisper: "Thank you...but there are more people who are better than me."

While speaking, they had already passed through the civilian area of ​​the outer city and entered the richer and prosperous place of the inner city.

The narrow streets suddenly became wider, and the surrounding houses also looked much cleaner and taller. Citizens who were well-dressed and walking with their heads raised were beginning to appear on the roadside. At the end of the street, some tall spires and shiny runes floating above the street had already caught Jenny's eyes.

She took a light breath.

The mage area of ​​Saint Sunil has arrived.

The two cars passed through the streets of the Rich District and entered the Mage District where the guards of the entire area had been taken over by the Cecil Legion. The magic car with military marks was not hindered in the Mage District.

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

This is a typical traditional magic tower. The entire building is on a solid stone base. The gray-white exterior wall surface has faint magic patterns. The heavy and luxurious oak door is blocked by a magic barrier. Over 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. Jenny knows them very well.

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

No need to knock on the door - the artificial intelligence (Tower Spirit) that controls the magic tower will distinguish visitors and remind the guards.

After waiting quietly for a while, Jenny saw an apprentice wearing a dark gray robe walking out of the dark door hole.

His name is Mark, one of the mentor's apprentices.

Not a slave apprentice, but a real apprentice.

Jenny had a bad impression of him, but he wasn't bad either - he was a young man with average talent, but at least he was worth more than a slave, so Jenny had so many impressions of him.

Mark came out with his head down and only raised his head slightly when he came to Jenny. He quickly saw the person in front of him clearly, and looked surprised on his face. Then he noticed the group of fully armed soldiers behind Jenny and the two magic cars parked not far away.

The young man's expression was a little surprised, and then he shrank his neck, his tone was complicated and embarrassing: "Jenny, are you... really you?"
Chapter completed!