Subsequently, the Gods issued a decree for total eradication... to burn all knowledge about the goblins, and in turn, completely exterminate the goblin race.
With a series of relentless attacks, the once all-powerful goblins lost everything.
The remaining few had no choice but to hide everywhere, so infiltrating other dinsion planes, disappearing without a trace.
Thus, all murals about goblins ca to an end.
After reading, Lear felt a sense of emptiness and loss.
Such a powerful civilization, rising from nothing, even venturing into the Abyss to hunt divine spirits.
Ultimately, they were still destroyed, their heritage severed, and even now, goblins have not passed down their once-glorious legends.
Their people have further fallen into despicable life forms.
In contrast, he felt an indescribable sense of tragic heroism and grandeur.
At this mont, the intelligence system quietly erged in his mind.
[You carefully observed the goblin relic engravings, learned about the history and past of goblins, and gained an extra piece of intelligence—in the center of the third hall, place an energy core there to unlock the hidden map of this relic.]
[Inside is a broken part of a chanical puppet, one of the 12 chanical puppet remnants once used by goblins to slay gods, but it still contains ferocious power. If anyone touches it, they will be killed imdiately. After ten touches, this energy will disappear.]
Lear suddenly snapped back, his breath catching after reading the intelligence, his eyes filled with incredulity.
Just because he carefully looked at these murals, he triggered this extra piece of intelligence?
If he had ignored them, would he have missed it?
Moreover, these are parts of those 12 chanical puppets?!!
The very chanical puppets depicted on the engravings hunting divine spirits?!
Lear’s throat felt sowhat dry.
This damn thing is going to soar to the heavens!!
Even if it’s just a broken part, it’s a priceless treasure, right?
Moreover, this was reinforced with the body of an Abyss Duke!!
After taking a few deep breaths to calm his trembling heart, filled with excitent, he led his troops to the third hall.
The ground here was strewn with broken large parts, not belonging to the chanical puppet, but more like so production line machinery.
So stood as tall as seven to eight ters.
However, unlike the chanical puppets, most of them were already rusted, with flakes of rust falling everywhere, clearly showing the marks of ti’s erosion.
Lear waved his hand for the troops to begin a careful search, missing no corner.
Searching for both treasures and potential dangers.
But after almost half an hour, they found nothing extra.
Only parts scattered all over the ground.
Seeing this, Lear didn’t hesitate any longer and strode to the central area. Looking down, he imdiately noticed an inconspicuous depression.
He crouched down to feel around but found nothing unusual.
Without the intelligence hint, he wouldn’t have thought this was anything special.
As he pondered, he gestured for the Swamp Boggart beside him to bring him an energy core.
Placing it on top.
Click~
The energy core aligned perfectly with the depression.
However, there was no reaction.
Lear waited with wide eyes for a few minutes, silently retrieved it, and tried a different one.
He replaced it five tis in a row, all with no response.
This ti, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
What’s wrong?
Thinking over, he saw the 4 Stars high-tier energy core with no energy left, trying to place it on.
Click~
A crisp sound rang out.
Boom~
The walls on the ceiling suddenly opened outwards.
Ten chanical arms engraved with goblin runes slowly lowered a tal house, placing it firmly three ters in front of Lear.
This scene gave him a feeling of science fiction and fantasy intertwined.
A bit surreal.
After it landed, the all-tal forged house door slowly lifted, revealing the entirety.
Inside, it was filled with corpses... eerie white bones all raised their palms upward.
In the center, amidst the lifting skeletal hands, a massive fingertip over three ters long ca into view.
Seeing that fingertip, Lear’s breath paused.
In the murals, there was a finger of a chanical puppet identical to it, and because of its unique inscriptions, he had looked at it a couple of extra tis!!
His mood instantly soared.
This is the finger that once slew gods!!
The excitent in his heart could not be subdued.
He turned to look at the Crimson Queen Bee.
"The chanical finger inside contains unique energy. Touch it, and you die. Have the bee swarm retrieve that finger..."
The Queen Bee imdiately complied.
In the next mont, the bee swarm surged upwards.
The first Crimson Wasp to touch the finger seed to dissolve, turning directly into specks of black spots, rging into the void.
No traces of existence could be found.
Lear’s heart tightened. Without the intelligence warning, letting Haggs and the others up would have resulted in a huge loss.
After ten consecutive touches, with the Crimson Wasps in hand all dissipating into nothingness, the bee swarm finally lifted the finger out.
Only now, with its appearance, could the terror of those 12 chanical puppets be truly felt.
Just half a finger was over three ters long!
If a complete chanical puppet appeared, what kind of spectacle would that be?
Concentrating, its attribute panel quietly appeared in his mind.
Mystic chanical’s Broken Finger
[Level]: 5 Stars
[Traits]: Indestructible, cannot be destroyed by ordinary ans.
Power of Annihilation, capable of directly invoking the Power of Annihilation to kill enemies within 200 ters, dissolving them into nothingness (usable once per day).
[Evaluation]: A part broken from a certain powerful chanical puppet, though it no longer has its forr glory, it still inspires awe.
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