The swarm first passed through the stone gate to explore the Ancient Ruins.
After confirming there was no danger, the Flesh Butcher entered for a second check, and finally Haggs led the Cold-blooded Cavalry in.
Lear traveled with the Swamp Boggart and the Bubble Beast.
He crossed through the stone gate, feeling no oppressive air.
Instead, he found the air quite refreshing and pleasant.
Evidently, the ventilation was very well done.
Feeling sowhat reassured, he turned his head to look around.
Behind the stone gate was a long arched corridor, over 15 ters tall, and more than 20 ters wide.
The walls were entirely cast in tal, etched with bizarre, twisted runes.
Completely different from ordinary runes, they had a frenzied appearance like drunken writing.
Light emitted from within the walls, illuminating the surroundings.
Like lamps hidden behind glass, but touching them would only et the wall’s tal surface.
As Lear was looking around, rumbling~
The heavy stone gate behind him slowly moved, beginning to close again.
He instinctively turned his head to see the Cyclops behind him trying to stop the gate from closing.
His muscles almost contorted, veins bulging on his neck, and his face turned ferocious.
Low growls ca from his throat.
But this six-ter tall creature, even using all its strength, could not stop it.
"Don’t worry about it, co on in."
Hearing Lear’s command, the Cyclops reluctantly let go, entering the relic before the stone gate fully closed.
Click~
The stone gate closed completely, making a crisp sound of the latch clicking into place.
The Cyclops was sowhat unwilling, trying to open it from the inside, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.
Prideful of his great strength, he received quite a blow.
Seeing this, Lear chuckled.
"This is an Ancient Ruins. Who knows how many resources others spent to forge all this... If it could be easily opened by you, it could never have been preserved for so long."
"Regroup!"
The Cyclops was sowhat reassured and followed the team.
Lear didn’t bother with this big guy, his eyes turned to the front.
"Everyone stays alert, this Goblin Ruins has a vast number of High Tier chanical Puppets, the most formidable being the Level 14 chanical Puppet King."
"Perils lurk everywhere, do not underestimate!"
The solemn voice lifted everyone’s spirits.
The corridor stretched about two hundred ters, the marching army quietly traversed it.
Silent, only the sound of footsteps.
The mont they erged from the corridor, Lear’s vision suddenly expanded.
A massive open square lay before them.
Its diater exceeded 500 ters.
The height was at least 50 ters.
The square’s edges were piled with a large number of shattered chanical Puppets, like refuse, jumbled together beyond recognition.
Entirely made of tal, they bore an abundance of battle scars.
One can only imagine what kind of battle they had to experience to end up so ruined.
What drew the most attention was a chanical Puppet in the central area.
Over 15 ters tall!
Humanoid in shape, with four arms, instead of ordinary hands, blades were installed, and even from afar, one could feel its ferocity and grimness.
Extrely oppressive.
The key is... this chanical Puppet’s body had been split straight down from the head, severed into two parts, the cut clean as if by so sharp weapon.
To slice a 15 ter tall chanical Puppet in one blow?
A glimpse of a leopard through a tube, it is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying battle this relic encountered before it ceased to exist.
At this mont, the swarm was flying, but found no path leading deeper.
All around seed completely isolated.
Lear frowned slightly.
Could this be the entirety of the relic?
Just then, a Crimson Wasp inadvertently brushed its wings against the giant cleaved chanical Puppet at the center.
At that mont, its eyes slowly lit up.
The blood-colored light was striking.
"Intruders have entered!"
"Activate the Guardian Legion..."
A stiff voice echoed.
Click~
The chanical Puppets piled at the hall’s edges emitted a muffled sound and toppled over, crashing to the ground.
Rumble~
The smooth walls around them parted like garage shutters, staggering upward.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of doorways opened.
Lear’s eyes narrowed, looking closely, the space inside these doorways was about 10 ters long and 5 ters wide.
Most were empty, with nothing inside them.
So contained severely damaged chanical Puppets.
Only the 10 storage rooms directly ahead at this mont were filled with chanical Puppets, showing no signs of wear.
A pair of eyes slowly opened, flashing blood-red light.
"Warning, enemy attack!"
"Warning, enemy attack!"
Their mouths emitted stiff words.
Click~ Click~
The chanical Puppets suddenly moved, striding from the storage rooms.
The Puppets resembled the giant cleaved chanical Puppet in the central area, albeit shorter, but still reaching 3.5 ters, taller than a floor.
Humanoid structure, the front end of the four arms had no fingers, just double-edged war sabers.
Leaving the storage rooms, one could see the tal casings on their exteriors, engraved with twisted inscriptions, emitting glows.
Seemingly driving their actions.
chanical Puppet, Level: 10, Talent: tal Body, defense increased by 70%, immune to Spirit Magic, as long as the Energy Core isn’t damaged, they can continue to fight...
Level 10 chanical Puppets!
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