Standing in an unknown underground passage, Ayers observed the underground ruins.

There is a corridor that is made of metal that is far superior to steel. The integrated frame structure is made of metal plates spliced ​​together, which is a very efficient construction method.

The civilization before the great destruction of Abild's world must have been a great existence that had stepped out of the gravity well. At that time, the world had not yet been invaded by extraordinary beings. Mortals were the most ordinary and greatest beings in this world. They used their knowledge and hands to

They have established a great civilization, sent themselves into space, and built such exquisite underground buildings. These are some beings who have made their civilization great in the weakest way.

But they were destroyed in the end. The world has now lost its historical records before the destruction, and everything can only exist in ruins.

Ayres's hand bones caressed the letters on the corridor, Regen. Only these few letters can still be seen clearly. The ones after them are very blurry. The long time has not rusted these metals, but the ones on them are

However, the paint color could not be maintained for such a long time, and they began to peel off, eventually bringing the history of this place into the purgatory of the ignorant.

·It is truly an underground city created by a great civilization.

Pushing open a door, Ayers saw a small room. The frames of the furniture were still there, but most of them were only the frames. Most of them had been wiped away by time, and some might have been replaced by others.

The good luck adventurers here take away, and some may be destroyed by the chaos and spirits that come and go here.

Picking up the small metal frame on a small metal table like a table frame, Ayers didn't know what it was used for, but as a person who had lived before, he felt that this should be something that the owner liked very much, otherwise it would

Wouldn't be placed in such an accessible place.

·Time will eventually take away everything around you and me, and eventually turn you and me together with this era into history called the past.

Ayers sighed as he came to the corridor. Several crown lords dragged a skeleton knight over. Ayers stretched out his finger bones and held up the skull with scarlet soul fire.

·Tell me, where are you? Avoiding can't solve the problem. Learn to face me, my lovely colleague. This is the only way to solve all this.

Ayers knew that the wizard must be watching through his subordinate, so he said this while waiting for an answer.

It's a pity that his colleagues were too cautious. In the end, he took the initiative to cut off the soul connection with the knight, and at the same time, he also strangled the knight's soul fire.

But the scarlet soul fire was about to go out. Ayers thought for a while and finally raised his hand - he rekindled the knight's soul fire.

·How pitiful you are, knight. You are just a disposable tool of your former master. How will a person who can no longer feel sadness evaluate your past?

He took a step back, and then signaled his crown masters to let go of the knight.

They did so, and then Ayers waited for the knight's choice, and it did not disappoint Ayers. The skeleton knight removed the two last ribs of his ribs and used them to make a small

The crown, and then placed it on his skull.

The old scarlet soul fire was extinguished, and the next second, the blue soul fire bloomed in its eye sockets, igniting a new soul fire, and it had a new meaning of existence. The newly inaugurated Lord of the Crown returned to the throne.

Behind the Lords of the Crown.

·I began to wonder whether that prairie elf asked me to come here to destroy you or to save you.

Ayres said to himself. He looked deep into the dark corridor, stretched out his hand, and the ghouls began to move forward. The Lords of the Crown followed behind, while the archers and mages moved forward in silence.

Ayres began to move surrounded by the banshees. The ladies began to sing, and then attacked the spirits who were watching in the dark.

After walking through this corridor and entering a large, empty space, Ayers saw new words.

Regens——

Similar to the ones in the previous hallway, but they were longer and had more unreadable letters.

Ayers looked at this line of letters, at the holographic projection that was still working, and at the photos above one after another. Finally, a sigh deep in his soul swept across this space.

·If history is eternal, then can history that is not remembered by people really be considered eternal?

Just like his own homeland, the world that has been destroyed by the tide of death, its history, everything it has experienced, the civilizations and individuals it represents have all passed away, and only Ayers still remembers them.

·If one day I die completely, will the world I have lived in... cease to exist?

Ayers asked himself this question, but he couldn't answer it.

………………

When Marin walked down this underground city for the first time, his only feeling was that it was too lively here. Although the corridor was not wide, it was enough for five or six people to walk side by side. There were a large number of shops on both sides of the corridor.

Small shops usually have a large window that can be pulled up and a metal door. The store managers are either selling various props or purchasing certain materials.

"It's really lively. It's completely different from the dungeon I imagined." Logan looked at the adventurers sitting or standing on both sides of the corridor and said, "By the way, these are the technology hunters."

"No, they should be adventurers nearby. Technology hunters have already checked the fifth and sixth floors below and confirmed that there is nothing they want in them. Now they are more interested in the dead sea dead areas east of the Eastern Kingdom.

"He's looking for antiquities from before the Great Destruction." Cohen is said to have a cousin who is a tech hunter, and he is also a tech hunter reserve, just like his father was when he was young.

This is a very fashionable job, and both commoners and nobles are eager to do it. Finding an antique may make the whole family prosperous.

Although there is more news about the technology hunter team going to the Dead Sea and never coming back, taking risks seems to be a virtue shared by humans in any world.

This made Marin a little sad. This world might really be an echo of the past of a great enlightened civilization. After its destruction, its descendants fought against the destruction again and again, trying to rekindle the torch of civilization.

After walking through this corridor, Marin saw a large space. The walls here were full of spontaneous stalls. Adventurers were selling things here. Most of them were items that looked a bit old, but Marin

Being able to tell which ones are genuine and which ones are old - in the era before the Great Destruction, the ability of metallurgy was already very powerful. Marin saw a table knife in the church that was said to be a single molecule before the Great Destruction.

The blade can cut iron like clay.

Most of the table knives on these stalls look similar to that knife, but most of them are rusty, so they are not genuine at first glance.

And most of the ones that look like real ones have '0's that make people have headaches just looking at them. Although Marin has enough '0's, the money can't be spent here. Buying one might be

A 10,000-year-old dinner knife goes back to eat steak? His brain must be filled with water.

"This is the famous Adventurer's Flea Market, but let me make it clear first. Nine out of ten antiques here are fake. Even a local like me can't tell them apart. I personally recommend that you don't waste your money."

As a native of the royal capital, Logan understood Cohen's explanation very well, while Marin only felt that it was a pity for this kid not to act.

His heartbeat was normal, his expression was normal, and even his words were the same. If Marin hadn't confirmed that these guys did have murderous intentions, he would have doubted whether everything he knew was false.

"After here, we walk about 300 meters further and we will reach the diving area, where we need to wear diving masks and protective gear."

"Dive mask?" Logan didn't quite understand what it meant.

"Yes, the submersible mask can effectively isolate pathogens and poisonous gases below the second floor." Cohen said.

"Then why aren't there these on the first floor?" Logan, as a curious boy, helped Marin ask all these questions very conscientiously.

In this regard, his cousin also explained very patiently: "The air filter device on the first floor has been repaired. We don't have to worry about anything. We can see the generator when we walk forward. It is now used by the Mage Tower.

It is wrapped with solid metal and the wall. It is enough to replace the central purification core stack every fifty years. The mages of the Mage Tower always like to use such phrases that no one understands to explain. You can dismantle them separately.

Everyone knows how to do it, but when you put them together, it sounds very powerful."

Marin has also experienced this - yes, just like the names of pills, no matter where the pharmaceutical factory is, they always like a long string of letters as drug names.

When he walked to the entrance of the corridor, Marin suddenly heard something. He turned his head and saw a pile of small sundries in front of a stall.

Marin turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard something again, so he turned around and walked directly to the stall this time.

Several high imitation table knives, a lens that was removed from somewhere, two monoculars (obviously not real antiques), a few small metal objects, two batteries that seemed to have positive and negative poles,

Another one wears a wristband... a watch?

No, it's not a watch. This thing looks like it's made of metal, but it's full of scratches. Even the glass cover of unknown composition has scratches. It should be a liquid crystal electronic instrument. The whole thing is seamless. It's not a high-end watch from later generations.

Imitation things.

Marin glanced at the store manager, then took a monocular with a different expression, and found that this thing only had four times the function at most. When Maozi was dismantled, the monocular that leaked out was a military high-power lens with more than 20 times.

, your monocular before the great destruction is 4 times bigger. Believe it or not, ancient people jumped out, grabbed your neck and slapped you in the face.

While complaining, I took this monocular: "How much does this cost."

"200 yuan." The middle-aged man has a big mouth that is not afraid of flashing his tongue.

Marin shook his head: "It's too expensive. I bought it as a gift, otherwise they would think that my coming to the capital was all fake."

"200 yuan, you can choose another one yourself." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he heard the meaning of Ma Lin's words. He spoke. Ma Lin picked up what looked like a battery and frowned.

:"What's this."

"I found it on the third floor, but I don't know its function."

Marin put it down and pointed to the lens: "Where is this thing."

"The fourth floor is in some place that looks like a warehouse, but I don't think you can get down."

"It doesn't look good. The lenses blown up by the southerners are even more translucent than this." Marin said while pointing to his target: "Where is this thing."

"There are them in the fourth-floor warehouse and everywhere. Although they don't seem to be of much use, they are good to give as gifts. After all, they look very beautiful."

"But your stroke is so powerful." Marin said deliberately, and at the same time concluded that this guy must be lying. The lens might be real, but he didn't tell the truth about it. He was also blackmailing Marin and wanted to see it.

Let’s see if this guy knows how to use this thing.

In this case, it all depends on acting skills.

"Doesn't this prove that it is reliable? Think about it, only things before the Great Destruction have such a strong shell."

"Then I want these two." Marin pointed to the lens and a battery.

"I won't give you the lenses." After this person said this, Marin dropped the two hundred without saying a word, picked up the watch and battery and left.

The latter was silent for a moment, then stood up: "Stop!"

Marin stopped, turned around, and held the .50 heavy-duty short-barreled revolver he took out from his waist against his chest: "Sir, the transaction is always a happy one, right?"

"Put down your watch, you can go." The middle-aged man said, and the stall owners beside him stood up.
To be continued...