Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 45 Not an Illusion
"Aren't all the sea beasts in the deep sea in the middle of the sea? How can they come to the shallow sea to attack you?" The Hound was a little puzzled.

"I said it's 'that sea area'... No matter how deep or shallow the sea is, as long as you get close to that underwater ruin, those sea beasts will attack... How should I put it, it feels... It feels like a tamed watchdog. ." Bartlety searched for a long time before he squeezed out the metaphor of "watchdog".

"There is indeed such a possibility." Ke Lan nodded. In the ruins of A-087, the cleft worms they encountered were the "guards" kept by the Afar people in the ruins. This is not an isolated case. This phenomenon exists in many ruins, but hunters do not use watchdogs to describe those creatures, but collectively refer to them as "ruin guards".

Generally speaking, the guards outside the ruins will be cleaned up directly by air strikes, and the firepower of a fighter team is enough to kill them. As for the guards inside the ruins, the hunters who need to explore will face it.

However, the situation of the underwater ruins is quite special. The strike force in the air is difficult to play, and the weapons that come with the ship are too bulky. Whether it is torpedoes or depth charges, not only can they not effectively destroy the target, but also easily spread to the body of the ruins. No wonder there were such large-scale casualties on their ships.

"By the way, is that relic registered on the Hunter Network? What's the serial number?" Layton asked, resting his finger on the PAD's screen.

"Number...ah...I think about it, it seems...like A-091?"

"No, it's not this, A-091 is in the hot forest area, not the underwater city you mentioned." Layton glanced at the contents found and shook his head.

"I remembered wrong...then...then try 094...A-094! It should be this one!"

Layton entered the number "A-094" in the search bar, and this time it was finally right... However, the exploration records of the ruins on the Hunter Network were completely zero, and there was no useful information other than the location.

"Tsk...Isn't this one before?" The hound pouted, rubbing the stubble on his chin with his fingers, "It's a tricky virgin land."

"Didn't I say it... The last batch of people who went into the water didn't come back, how can there be any record." Bartlety said while chewing on the roasted leeks.

"It's directly rated as A without any exploration records, old dog, you know what I mean..." Ke Lan's tone was a little heavy.

"Hiss... I know..." Although the Hound didn't say it clearly, but among the few people present, except Bartlety, everyone else knew very well that the initial evaluation was a relic of A-level, and there is a great potential to rise to S-level in the future. , and even the legendary SS class.

During these 50 years, there were a total of 19 ruins that were initially rated as A-level, 17 of which were finally rated as S-level, and three of them were even raised to SS-level, but they were downgraded for some reason. Returning to the S-level, the ruins of the SS-level are still in a vacant state.

For any S-rank relic, the price humans pay in exploration is extremely painful, but what is unearthed in every S-rank relic is enough to raise the level of human technology to a new level—if To put it into a more understandable statement, that is, the impact of every S-level relic on human civilization is no less than that of an Einstein-level great man.

Moreover, these things are just the tip of the iceberg revealed by the S-class ruins.

Some scholars once asserted that if human beings can fully analyze all the things unearthed from the existing 17 S-class ruins, at least 30.00% of the technology of Alpha civilization can be restored... This is enough to make human civilization progress for 2000 years.

"If this is another S-rank relic, it is estimated that a lot of people will die." Layton sighed and turned off the PAD's screen.

"But if it's really rated as S, there must be a lot of hunters who have to squeeze their heads to go... Everyone will feel that they are one of the lucky few." The steel rod for skewering meat, picks the teeth with the nail of the little finger.

"You don't want to go too, do you?" Bartlety's eyes widened, and even the movement in his mouth stopped.

"It depends on the situation." Ke Lan tapped the table lightly, "Old Ba, what would you like to drink?"

"Ah! It's better to have a cold beer from Snow! If you don't have Snow, the blue Islund will do!" Bartlety's eyes lit up instantly, and he made a subconscious swallowing motion.

"Grass, you really dare to speak!" Ke Lan's eyebrows couldn't help shaking. Snow and Cyan Island are both old brands handed down from the old era. There are so many brands of beer on Ark, the most Expensive to count them.

"Hey... Just kidding, just kidding, I'll be very satisfied with a bottle of Roland." Bartlety shrank his head and quickly rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"Boss, give him a bottle of—"

Before Ke Lan could finish speaking, a tall, tall man wearing a blue and white striped undershirt suddenly squeezed in from outside the store. As soon as he saw Bartlety, he grabbed his entire body.

Bartlety, who was as tall as a bamboo pole, stood next to this guy, looking even thinner.

"Okay, old bus, finally let me find you!" The strong man's voice was very rough, and it had the hoarseness of an old smoker.

"Quinn?! What are you doing with me?" Barthelty wanted to break free from the opponent's hand, but the disparity in strength meant that his struggle was completely futile.

"It's time to start! His grandma's entire mechanic team is waiting for you alone, you bastard make me look good!" Quinn yelled at Bartlety, saliva almost sprayed the latter's face.

"Isn't it going to sea tomorrow morning?" Bartlety was a little confused.

"The plan has been changed, and it's ahead of schedule. Don't worry, you will be paid for overtime... But if our entire team is fined because of your late arrival, then you're finished!"

"Wait, wait, let me finish my drink!"

"Drink a hammer! The boat will be leaving soon!" Quinn picked up Bartlety and dragged him outside.

"Ah...that...that who...the next time we meet, don't forget my wine!" Bartlety didn't remember until this time, he didn't know the names of the hunters who had been chatting for a long time... But to be honest, these people are all very good, the key is - to be generous.

"If you can come back alive, Laoba, I will definitely keep the wine for you." Ke Lan waved at Bartlety.

The hound on the side suddenly rolled his eyes: "Is your kid too cruel? This flag is inserted..."

"Are you still superstitious about this?" Ke Lan was speechless, "Laoba is in the mechanic team, not a fighter. Unless the ship sinks, what danger can he be in?"

"Stop, stop... If you go on, I feel like the whole boat will be milked to death by you..."

Satisfied with food and drink, the three of them broke up and went back to their own homes. Although the harvest of the A-087 ruins this time is not a huge wealth, at least in the next half a year, Ke Lan and the others can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing. A city under the sea, they are not in a hurry to study it - a relic with S-level potential can last for one to two years just by this step of preliminary exploration.

Ke Lan's residence is located in the North Fifth District. It is a small room of only 1200 square meters. This is the standard single-person residence on the Ark. As a registered hunter, Ke Lan only needs to pay [-] credit points every month. If you can have the right to use it, and you count the housing subsidy issued by the Ark, this room is almost for nothing.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The living facilities in the small room are basically complete, and there is even a special room for

A cubicle as a studio.

"I can finally sleep in my own bed..."

Ke Lan thought so, and walked quickly towards his house, but when he saw the door, he found a familiar figure squatting in front of the door, the man was wearing a worn gray knitted hoodie, pregnant with He held a sheathed sword in it.

"Asano Akira!" Ke Lan was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran over, "You're still alive! When did you return to the Ark?"

"Just now." Asano Akira stood up from the ground, and Ke Lan noticed that his expression was very strange.

"That's not an illusion." Asano Akira suddenly uttered such a thoughtless sentence.

"Uh... what, what?"

"You said the monster you saw was not an illusion."

"..." Ke Lan suddenly held her breath, her pupils contracted slightly, "Why?"

"Layton, Ivan, Hound...and me, we have never seen that monster in our memory..." Asano Akira's tone was calm, but with an unquestionable determination, "But he still Remember."

"He? Who is he?" This time Ke Lan was really a little confused. The one that Asano Akira said... couldn't be Zorigato, right?But hasn't he been in a coma all the time?
"My sword." Asano Akihito died in shock, "Although I forgot, my sword still remembers the battle with that monster."

"..."

(End of this chapter)