Chapter 378 The Lost Civilization (Big Chapter Seeking Recommendation Votes Monthly Pass)
The cave was dark and dark, only the faint light emitted by the fluorescent moss was dotted, and it was almost impossible to reach out with five fingers, but Lucian had moonlight bloodline and dark vision, as long as it was not completely devoid of light, he could see clearly.
In the dark and deep pupils, Angus' spirit body was reflected, it was like a candle with tears, swaying, and finally extinguished.
"Will the Lord come back to life?" Lucian repeated in a low and solemn tone, which was the most impressive memory besides Angus' anger.
Along with this sentence, its mood is violently ups and downs, full of awe and piety, excitement and joy.
"There is really a mutation in the depths of the necromancer...... Is it a true immortal being that is about to recover?"
Of course, Lucian would not think that the "Lord" in Angus' mouth was the God of truth of the church, and He would certainly be the object of worship of these high-ranking undead in the necromancer, but whether this "Lord" is a true god, or an existence similar to the existence of the vampire ancestor Etna, or is simply a virtual symbol of some kind of change in the necromancer, it is unknown.
If you don't have the ability to manipulate souls and memories like the Revenant Lord, you will definitely not be able to get all the details from the "minds" of high-level undead, and even because Lucian is not much different from its rank, and he is not good at this aspect of magic, he has not been able to read even a little more detailed memory, the only thing that can be sure is that there has indeed been a great change in the depths of the Necromancer Realm, and if it is allowed to develop, it is very likely to have very bad results in the future.
After all, he is only a high-level magician, and it is too reluctant to be involved in this kind of legendary event that seems to subvert the world.
"This high-level undead turned out to be Felipe's summoned creature, hey, he still doesn't know the weird ...... of the necromancer and his contract creatures" Lucian smiled and shook his head, in addition to the message of "the lord will return from the resurrection", Angeus' deepest memory is to laugh at Felipe's arrogance and stupidity, and curse another high-level undead named Adol to be purified by the Church of Truth and slaughtered by the legendary magician.
Thinking of this, Lucian couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "The Pale Hand does seem to know that the Necromancer Realm exists, but they hid this information and wanted to explore it on their own, but unfortunately it seems to have been used and deceived by the high-level undead."
"If this mission fails, find a way to lure the high-level undead of the Necromancer hidden inside the Pale Hand and expose the existence of this strange world to the rest of the Magic Council to unveil it. It's just that in this way, you will offend the undead lord and the demigod lich to death, and when there are other ways to go, it's better not to take such risks."
Of course, in comparison, it is much safer than Lucian directly reporting the situation during the meeting of the top council.
Slowly holding his right hand, a bright flame burned silently in Lucian's palm, completely burning the remaining spirit dust of Angus, and then Lucian carefully cleaned up the traces of the nearby battle, so as not to be pursued by other high-ranking undead in the necromancer world.
After doing all this, Lucian continued to move towards the depths of the earth with the help of the "Peeping Eye" pathfinding and vigilance.
In the flickering darkness, Lucian walked in countless forks in the road for more than ten minutes, and gradually, the air became a little warmer, and the sound of a dark river flowing could be heard in his ears.
Knowing that he had approached the dwarves' underground city, Lucian became more and more cautious, and carefully turned around the fork in the road, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
This is a huge passage, seven or eight meters high and twenty or thirty meters wide, the ground and the walls on both sides are covered with large gray stone bricks, and the dark black stone pillars stand in the center, supporting the top, dividing the passage into three, at a glance, giving people a grand and shocking feeling. The dwarves actually carved such a huge passage underground, what should their city look like?
According to historical documents, ancient dwarves did not know much magic and did not have a powerful bloodline!
Patches of fluorescent moss grew wantonly on the ground and on the walls on both sides, reflecting the passage with a dim blue light, trance-like and hazy, as if a corpse would crawl out at any time, and a ghost floated out, full of quiet and gloomy atmosphere.
After Lucian explored carefully with his peeping magic eyes, he stepped into the passage, the footsteps were extremely slight, but they could be heard clearly, clatter, dapping, and the echoes were released in the passage, empty and deserted.
Controlling his body, Lucian increased his speed, the sound of footsteps disappeared, and the whole person ran up without leaving the observation range of the peeping demon eye.
On both sides of the passage, there were two black metal tracks paved respectively, which seemed to be for special vehicles to transport goods, and Lucian quickly moved forward along them, and soon faintly saw the exit of the passage.
Lucian subconsciously slowed down and was cautious, and from the news from the peeping demon eye, it could be seen that there was a dead and silent complex in front of him, which was located in a huge artificially modified cave.
The rock walls or stone pillars that were deliberately left to support the top of the cave naturally divided the cave into more than ten blocks, and the tall stone houses either collapsed or overgrown with weeds, overlooking the streets that had not been walked by their owners for thousands of years.
What is heart-pounding is that these stone houses are connected by metal pipes, which extend from anywhere in the house, converge in the huge metal pipes at the top of the cave, and then extend above the tall buildings with countless chimney-like things, and then climb up, plunging into the top of the cave, not knowing where it leads.
Walking on the dead and cold streets, Lucian saw familiar metal objects such as bearings, springs, pistons, and gears appearing on the ground from time to time, as if he had returned to the earth and entered a machine factory.
A faint light flashed in the black grass ahead, Lucian bent down and picked it up like an archaeologist, this was a huge steam rifle the thickness of a bazooka, although the gear structure had rusted and corroded, but they could still be seen to be complex and exquisite, and it was also attached to a half-human-sized steel high-pressure steam backpack.
Stroking the ice-cooling, rusty gun body, Lucian sighed softly, because it represented the disappearance of an ancient civilization.
Before human development and growth, dwarves who were good at craftsmanship invented various steam engines and established a glorious steam civilization.
Compared to their small stature, the airship that seemed to cover the sky and the earth, the steam engine ship sailing in the Stormy Strait and the endless ocean, as well as the terrifying cannons that could fit several people, all kinds of powerful steam rifles, and the steel smelting factories and machinery manufacturing factories that kept spewing black smoke like monsters, were all so huge, as if they were made for the dragons.
Even the magic steam train improved by the legendary alchemist Klaus and the airship used by the church and the magic council refer to the heritage of the dwarves in some structures, but instead use magic and magic power to drive, turning the gigantic airship and steam train into a normal size, more practical and cheaper.
Unfortunately, this civilization has been lost, and if it weren't for the records from the High Arcane and Magic Library, Lucian would not have known about it, and even Lazar, a learned magician who grew up in the Magic Council, had never heard of it, thinking that humans were the first to invent the steam train and use it to transport goods, of course, the magic steam train was indeed the first invention of Cross.
Since there was no character like Douglas to raise questions deafly, the steam invention of the dwarves came to a standstill after the development reached a certain stage, and the periodic expansion of magical creatures in the dark mountains made them learn a lesson in blood.
After experiencing the era of dragon domination, the civilization of natural elves, and the rise of werewolves, probably in the early stage of the ancient magic empire, the steam civilization completely died out.
But compared with the dwarf civilizations of the past, they are fundamentally different, although they are equally good at smelting, and they are equally easy to give birth to alchemists.
"Without the power to protect your own civilization, you can only die in the long river of history, except for erudite magicians, immortal vampires, dragons, etc., who remembers?" Lucian sighed softly, his mood quite complicated.
The water of the long river of history seems clear, but beneath its surface, I don't know how many glorious civilizations and powerful people have been submerged.
Putting down the huge steam rifle, Lucian continued to move forward, bending down from time to time to pick up the relics of this lost civilization, including silver coins with strange hammer and gear patterns, "Elementary Mechanical Forging", "Steam Rifle Manufacturing Methods", "Detailed Explanation of Several Steam Engines", "Anatomy of Steam Engine Ships" and other dwarf books scattered all over the ground with dust and almost decay, as well as various mechanical creations full of unique styles.
"Fortunately, the dwarf script is better preserved, and today's dwarf language is not much different from these texts." Lucian flipped through several books and saved them into the Soul Library as was customary.
After walking for a few more minutes in the "Lost Civilization", Lucian saw a huge metal "golem" lying on the ground, half leaning against the tall factory, so he stopped and carefully observed its exposed internal machinery.
"Golem", the last sustenance of the dwarves of the steam civilization.
They wanted to create this powerful weapon of war to defeat terrifying magical creatures, but unfortunately the slow golem failed as they wished, and instead inspired later magicians to develop various powerful golems.
Suddenly, a sharp voice faded back into Lucian's soul, and the crystal ball in his palm suddenly dimmed.
One peeping magic eye is killed!
Woohoo! A cry sounded like a mournful cry, and the footsteps so dense that it made people's scalp tingle came from afar.
Lucian raised his head and saw thick pale tentacles sticking out of a factory in the distance, and then a disgusting monster came out.
Its upper body resembles a plump old woman, fat and ugly, with two small eyes like slits shining fiercely and ferociously, and the naked huge breasts are densely packed with black and white eyes, while the lower body is like a white octopus, with tentacles with suckers growing one after another.
"Nest Mother"!
This is the terrifying and disgusting "nest mother".
One can create thousands of fallen monsters, and if there is not enough food, the fallen monsters will devour each other or develop towards the ground.
Under its summons, a tide of fallen monsters surged from all directions, and it was difficult to count the numbers, and there were even many marksmen and talented warlocks who could attack from a distance.
Lucian raised his right hand and rubbed the badge on his chest, and suddenly, a crystal aura spread around as if it were invisible, and soon developed to a range of five hundred meters.
A terrifying snowstorm rose, and frost condensed on the fallen monsters, and then shattered like ice sculptures falling to the ground under the strong wind.
As soon as the bone arrows shot from a distance entered the range of the ice and snow aura, they froze out layer after layer of ice, unable to fall to the ground.
The magic such as missiles, cobwebs, and rays that came in was either directly crushed by the blizzard or disturbed in the wrong direction.
Lucian moved forward quickly, his aura shifting with his wild run. The tall buildings of the dwarves were frozen by frost, and the fallen monsters fell to the ground like grass in the wind.
The nest mother sensed something was wrong, stretched out her tentacles, and began to climb and jump, and acid, cobwebs, fog, etc. sprayed out of the dense black and white eyes.
But these supernatural powers, as soon as they entered the range of the frost aura, solidified to the ground and shattered into powder.
A few seconds later, Lucian caught up with the nest mother, and its movements immediately slowed down, as if its tentacles were frozen into ice.
At the same time, under the action of the blizzard, there were scars on its body that froze and cracked, and the black juice turned into ice as soon as it flowed out.
Snap, thirty seconds later, the struggling nest mother was completely shattered.
When Lucian's madness stopped, the frost aura effect disappeared, and the entire dwarven city was covered with frost, black and white, and became empty and silent again.
"This magic clearance is really good, but it's easy to accidentally injure your teammates." Lucian nodded lightly and shook his head again.
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After searching for more than ten minutes, Lucian finally found a space node in a hall in the dwarf city.
It was actually a twisted space crack, surrounded by things that looked like magic circles and altars clumsturely arranged by the dwarves.
"It seems that at the end of the steam civilization, dwarves also began to learn from magical creatures like humans, but under the influence of 'inertia', the effect was not great." Lucian sighed again, witnessing the loss of civilization was always mixed for the learned Arcanist.
After taking a closer look at the clumsy magic circle, Lucian took out the materials and re-engraved them, while worrying in his heart that if he relied on this magic circle to enter the xenoplane space, would he get lost in the space turbulence?
Like the xenoplane space occupied by the Magic Council, there are nine-ring magic "otherworldly gates" arranged near the nodes, which can facilitate the stable exchange of a large number of people and materials, and the worst node teleportation array that uses space gaps is at least mid-level, so seeing this seemingly low-level clumsy magic circle, Lucian can't help but worry.
After carefully studying it and making sure that this space gap was stable, Lucian took out the materials himself and rearranged the node teleportation array, and at the same time thanked that he had anticipated this worst situation in advance.
This arrangement was for three days, Lucian got up and moved his body, and then put layers of defense on himself, because he didn't know what the situation on the other side was after teleporting, he knew that Rhein had not used this node for hundreds of years.
Brace yourself as Lucian steps into this xeno space once occupied by dwarves but soon conquered by vampires - the "Plateau of the Night"!
This chapter is more than 4,500 words, so the proofreading is a little slow, sorry. It's the middle of the month, asking for a monthly pass, for me, the purpose of being in the front is to let more people see it, not to really compete for a good ranking, so the end of the month is too far away, just for now! Also, the weekly push list has fallen out of the top 15, asking for recommendation votes.
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