It seems sothing has isolated all of this.
The Dark Night Elf leader Isa took two steps forward upon seeing this and spoke in a deep voice.
"Master, this is a one-way isolation gate... Once you step inside, there is no turning back."
"It can isolate all sounds and energy connections."
Lear’s heart slightly tightened.
Yet he did not hesitate, waved his hand to have the Flesh Butcher lead the way, and the army entered in single file.
Once inside, there’s no retreat, only after exploring the relic can they leave.
And after obtaining the 4 Stars treasure, he wouldn’t want to leave anyways.
After passing through the invisible one-way gate, there was another long corridor, with tal walls engraved with various exquisite reliefs.
All praising the deeds of the Goblins.
One can see Goblins with pointed ears and noses, hideous faces, driving tall and unique chanical Puppets against Demons, Humans, Elves, and even Angels.
And often, it is the Goblins who achieve victory.
It seems that in the Goblin murals, they are invincible immortal heroes.
Walking all the way through, until the end, Goblins are seen having achieved the final victory, even establishing their own Empire.
The last page is the scene of the Goblin King crowning the Crown.
At this mont, beside the Goblin King, stood 12 towering giant chanical Puppets, beneath which lay the corpses of Giant Dragons, Angels, Great Demons, Titans... countless Ultimate Soldiers.
Among those 12 chanical beings, one was exactly the sa as the giant chanical Puppet that was split open, only with so differences in size.
Although the plot is not cohesive, and consists of segnts and fragnts, it vividly expresses how the Goblins underwent hardships to ultimately construct their own nation.
The crowning scene of the Goblin King, especially, leaves a profound impression.
Turning his head to look at Isa.
"Do you know about the deeds of the Goblins?"
Isa shook her head.
"Master, there’s very little information about Goblins. In the Underworld, Goblins are just a dirty and lowly life form."
"Weak in combat, weak in character, as insignificant as the worms on the surface."
Saying with so curiosity.
"Are these truly the past of the Goblins?"
This Dark Night Elf still finds it hard to believe.
Goblins are almost the representation of inferior life forms, foul, dirty, without intelligence...
How did they have such a glorious past, and end up like this, with no known deeds circulating?
Lear pondered.
These days he had also inquired Bain, this Hero of the Mud Swamp People, and the descriptions of Goblins were very straightforward, similar to the Dark Night Elf’s.
He thought it was his own mory not having touched upon it, but it seems Goblins really don’t have information of this kind passed down.
However, in the long history of this world, lost civilizations are countless.
Nothing strange, not dwelling on this, continue onward.
After passing the mural of the King’s coronation, there were no other engravings ahead, and the army slowly entered a second spacious hall.
With a diater of 500 ters much like the previous one, but the opposite passage was already open.
Once across the hall, they could delve deeper.
Turning his head to look around, the hall was empty, nothing inside.
Except for the ceiling, which had beehive-like pits, densely packed, making one’s scalp tingle.
For those with a fear of clusters, just a glance could instantly make them fly away.
Lear looked up a few tis, feeling uneasy.
Suddenly waving his hand.
"The rear troops return to the passage first, don’t co out!"
The mont the command was given, stiff chanical voice sounded again.
"Warning, enemy invasion!"
"Warning, enemy invasion!"
Bzzzzzz~
Suddenly, the buzz of wing flapping overshadowed the noise of the swarm flying.
From those beehive-like pits on the ceiling, erged a number of Alchemy chanical creations.
An all-tal shell, with a sharp triangular-pointed spike at the front seemingly for attack.
The abdon is bulging and the size of half a fist, equipped with two pairs of wings at the back.
Looking quite peculiar.
Alchemy Hummingbird, Level: 2 Stars, Traits: Piercing, Self-destruct...
Lear’s expression changed drastically.
"These are Alchemy Hummingbirds, they will self-destruct... Crimson Wasp, stop them!"
Star-level creations, self-destructing, are practically each a bomb.
After flying out from the ceiling pits, chanical Hummingbirds swiftly attacked the army.
A few that flew fast, rushed in front of the foremost Flesh Butcher.
Whizz~ Several irregular flights, dodged the Flesh Butcher’s attack, and directly crashed into it.
Bang~ A rush of scorching fla exploded, high temperature covering several ters around.
The Flesh Butcher was unable to dodge at all, its skin burned to a charred black.
Emitting a foul stench.
A terrifying heatwave rolled in, sweeping over.
Lear’s face was serious, rapidly ordering.
"Cold-blooded Cavalry retreat to the rear!"
"Bubble Beasts use bubbles to block the entrances, preventing enemy entry."
These chanical Hummingbirds are clearly set for exchange.
Using flesh against bombs, no matter how resilient one’s Life Energy, it’s impossible to withstand the opponent’s self-detonation.
After the army retreated to the passage, Bubble Beasts imdiately produced large bubbles.
He brought 20 Bubble Beasts this ti, each can control 30 Bubbles, and the dense bubbles completely blocked the entrances.
So flying chanics directly bypassed the swarm, wanting to break through.
But as soon as they entered the bubble, the buzzing of wings abruptly ceased.
Energy sealing.
The peculiar nature of bubbles.
Lear relaxed abruptly upon seeing this.
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