1006: Chapter 103: Is Terra Going to Perish?
(7400, considered a long chapter!)_4 1006: Chapter 103: Is Terra Going to Perish?
(7400, considered a long chapter!)_4 These are all Magical Beasts, and although the glass of the hatchery appears fragile, it is actually capable of withstanding bullets and heavy crossbow shots.
The Origin Quality and life aura of dozens of different Magical Beasts converge in this area.
Not only does it avoid chaos, but under ingenious design, it lds into a peculiar life essence that surges upward, steaming with vitality straight to the top of the greenhouse.
Walking out of the underground greenhouse, the exterior reveals a massive hemispherical do.
At the apex of the do is an open cavity leading to the outside world, where pale golden sunlight beams directly into the underground.
To the naked eye, Spirit Energy Fields are carried by the sunlight, intertwining in mid-air to form visible inscriptions that regulate the concentration of Origin Quality in the space.
Within the dod space, there are a total of eight greenhouses.
On the edges, signs reading ‘Rare Magical Beast Hatching Area’ are prominently displayed, making it clear that this dod space is dedicated to hatching Magical Beasts.
There are quite a few staff mbers and automated machines moving between the greenhouses for observation.
“So Magical Beasts need to be delivered to suitable areas imdiately after hatching; otherwise, it might affect their health.”
Andor explained after just reporting the situation through an instrunt: “I used this reason to report to the higher-ups earlier; otherwise, taking Magical Beasts out of the hatching area without permission would have been a major mistake.
But with you here, it’s much simpler.
I can escort you to the sea area specifically prepared for the Crystal Dragon.
There, you can get a rough look at the entire breeding site.”
[Appreciate the effort]
Ian was quite satisfied with Andor’s efforts to provide convenience, which was exactly the result he had hoped for.
However, after saying this, Ian fell silent.
An Elf pushed the trolley, following a spiraling ascending pathway, gradually heading above ground.
The journey was exceptionally long.
Ian keenly sensed that the ‘underground’ he had been in earlier was likely not a regular underground but rather a solid architectural layer built beneath the sea.
Its sheer scale and density created the illusion.
Moreover, the spiral pathway struck him as peculiar…
the stairs within seed to be constructed later, while its original design resembled more of a smooth launch track rather than a staircase.
This gave Ian a certain hypothesis, but now was not the ti to speculate.
Soon, Andor bypassed multiple checkpoints, opened heavy valves, and sunlight poured authentically through the gaps of the door.
Ian felt the gentle sea breeze brushing against him.
Unlike the overly warm and humid air of the Southern Sea, this breeze was just the right amount of cooling, carrying a hint of moist droplets, striking his scales.
The young dragon lifted his head.
In the northern continent, beside the Tranquil Sea, the sun was neither dazzling nor overwhelming.
A thin veil of clouds masked it, casting a hazy glow.
A golden orb faintly suspended above the Firmant painted the surrounding clouds and ocean with its hues.
Then, Ian lowered his gaze and surveyed his surroundings.
And then, he saw it—a ‘lighthouse.’
Ian held his breath.
The area he found himself in was an imnsely towering and colossal ‘lighthouse,’ rising from the sea, with several hundred ters of its height still exposed above the water.
Below the lighthouse lay an imnse architectural structure subrged by seawater.
No…
was it truly architecture?
It was a city.
An enormous, layered city constructed from countless steel structures—an Atlantian galopolis resembling the mythological Leviathan, a gigantically unimaginable whale, fallen in this place with its corpse fused to the land and ocean, eventually forming its current shape.
Kiloters-high lighthouses pierced upward from the decayed remains of this gacity, resembling a forest within the sea.
The massive thick walls sealed off the seawater, creating an unparalleled airtight space within.
Surrounding this enormous city were countless dense, ant-like swarms of creatures moving around, but Ian could discern that these were not ordinary lifeforms.
They were packs of Sonar Dolphins—intelligent Magical Beasts trained by Humans to patrol the periphery of the gacity, vigilantly overseeing all Magical Beast activities nearby.
“This is the breeding site.”
Andor’s voice echoed, carrying a reverential awe tinged with near-terror: “Here we stand at the nineteenth ‘Hatching Area’…
The underwater labyrinth ‘Atlantian galopolis’ constitutes its central component.
Within the marine Inner Sea and the sealed ‘Breeding Sea’ surrounding it, magical creatures of countless ecological varieties reside…”
Andor’s reverence was evident.
Any Human would feel awe and disbelief toward such an overwhelmingly massive structure—what reason compelled the ancient predecessors to construct this, and what devastating disaster led to its burial here, transforming it from a glorious city of the prior epoch into this labyrinth?
They did not know, which is why fear and dread filled them.
But Ian knew.
[This is…
an Orbital Colony City?!]
Ian’s eyes widened in astonishnt as he imdiately discerned the breeding site’s true nature—the ‘underwater labyrinth Atlantian galopolis’ was, without doubt, a structure ant to dwell in permanent orbit—a ‘Space Colonial City’!
Its resemblance to the Imperial Capital Central District and the ‘lighthouses,’ which were evidently ‘orbital gateways,’ confird this!
Now, Ian could fully perceive it: the Atlantian galopolis was ostensibly a city ant for comrce or as a fortress in orbital space.
The countless massive ‘lighthouses’ were all docking ports for receiving spacecraft, which would halt nearby, with goods and passengers entering through horizontal paths within the lighthouses!
A complete Atlantian galopolis would look like a sea urchin-shaped space city!
Moreover, it didn’t sink due to geological shifts—it fell directly from the skies, ‘crashing’ onto the Earth!
But how?!
Even a space fortress falling from orbit should shatter completely upon impact, while the surrounding terrain would undergo catastrophic changes.
How could it embed itself in such an ordinary way?
But that wasn’t the only mystery.
The Little Crystal Dragon’s six pupils contracted tightly as it observed the surroundings.
Soon, he spotted sothing unusual—around the edges of Atlantian galopolis was an imnse, awe-inspiring anomaly structure!
It was skeletal remains… the partial skeleton of a colossal dragon.
Kiloters-long dragon claw bones clung to one side of the gacity, its overall body compressed beneath the city.
All its flesh had decayed entirely or had transford into nutrients for the surrounding ecosystem, leaving only the most durable, tallic-like bone structure intact.
At that mont, Ian felt his Spirit Energy ‘Clairvoyant Vision’ vibrating intensely… his ‘Retrace The Past’ ability was activating.
In that instant, he saw it.
Ian witnessed a blinding flash streaking across the distant edges of the cosmos, piercing through the Moon in the void.
After lting half the Moon, it descended toward Terra at an inclined trajectory.
An inconceivable Spirit Energy radiation spread across the entire planet and even its Starfield, instantaneously eradicating the majority of life forms directly exposed to its rays.
Orbital Colonial Cities were the first to bear the brunt.
Originally serene cities in the Sky wailed, their countless Lost Souls mourning within burning dead cities.
They plumted in blood-red fire and smoke from the Firmant, and surrounding them, dozens of identical dead cities fell, tracing the trajectory of devastation.
A gravely wounded colossal dragon roared as it soared from deep within the planet.
It had just paid an imnse price resisting the lingering burst of the light beam that pierced the Moon, shielding so of the native planet’s life.
Now, it sought desperately to protect the fallen Floating Cities, which still harbored remnants of life.
Ian felt the dragon’s profound frustration, sorrow, and wrath… alongside its deeply buried despair.
[Is Terra destined for obliteration?]
The ancient, mournful echo resonated across ti, reverberating within the Prophet’s soul: [The Prophecy realized, Apocalypse descends, Fate has forsaken us…]
[Hope is no more; Paradise has crumbled… those ant to forge the Heavenly Kingdom—the Creators—have perished…]
[…No]
The dragon’s echo hardened with resolve: [I refuse to believe this Prophecy]
[I will make my final stand]
It resisted.
And then…
It failed.
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