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Chapter 454 0453: The long road

"Oops, the collapse outside has not stopped!"

Wei revealed an even worse truth.

The magical wind pressure created just now destroyed the load-bearing, causing the entire Lingshi giant to fall off from the frozen cliff. Perhaps the gravel is constantly filling the space in front of the chest cavity, or they are falling into the bottomless abyss.

"It's too late, let's collapse the space and go out."

"The fragment of the proverb is completely destroyed. Who knows where it will appear next time, and is it possible for this giant to be found again? What should I do if it becomes a part of the unsolvable puzzle?"

Wei frowned and wanted to fight, and at the same time forced herself to recall more relevant knowledge.

Aaron didn't continue to refute. After all, it was meaningless. If it came to a life-threatening situation, he would forcibly take a few people out of this ghost place without any discussion.

He firmly believes that secrets are less important than life.

"Get out of the way."

Ken's voice came from behind.

He walked forward with a serious expression, lost in overlapping thoughts of memories and puzzle outlines.

The other two didn't speak. After all, they all knew that Ken was the kind of guy who was particularly reliable in critical moments. When they got into quarrels and powerless embarrassments, only he kept thinking efficiently.

Ken was at the edge of what his feet could reach.

That's when he raised his arms and began to feel the energy flowing in the air.

He may not be the person who is most familiar with the environment and space magic, but in terms of contact and understanding of ancient power, the other two are far behind him. Been several times.

Ken recalled the scene when he called Qiwen through the quiet place.

It's much simpler here than it was back then.

He easily found the invisible clues exposed by each fragment, and then tried to analyze and control it through notes.

"Caught you!"

As Ken spoke, he began to stare at one of them, and then stretched out his hand to operate it in the air.

Wei, who knows many secrets, and Ai Long, who has powerful magic against the sky, just stared at Ken in dumbfounded, watching him move a spiritual core designed by the Dwarf Emperor.

Wei watched the broken patterns being assembled, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen it!?"

"Yes."

Ken shouted: "Roxani can predict the future, right, so she specially chose this fragment for me, because only I can break through the hunting leader and unlock the secret at the same time."

He stopped talking, and began to concentrate on overlapping the patterns in memory with reality.

The black pattern is actually wrong, it should be bronze or cool metallic, because the crystals inlaid in it have a special manufacturing process.

Syltherin had seen it when he was a child, perhaps on the night of the Renegade massacre.

At that time, he left Xuefeng Castle, where his family had lived for generations, and went to the nearest distribution center to watch the latest big ship, and the despicable compatriots who coveted their family's wealth just launched a coup d'etat.

He'd caught a glimpse of it during the bloody chase, but Ken guessed—he'd misremembered it because of the night and the confusion.

As the fragments get closer, every time the splicing is correct, a part of the note will emerge, which is the memory of King Solderin about it.

The difference between portraits and sculptures lies in the state of mind of the author and the complexity of the production. The originally majestic scroll has become so lonely in the painful memories of many years, and has lost the majesty overlooking all living beings, but instead contains a kind of complex reflection and melancholy.

Ken put the final piece of the puzzle on it.

The stone slab returned to its original position from the crack at the back, and the space between the fragments glowed brightly. The answer was correct, so it turned into a dazzling fire and burned the blade tail from the beginning.

And the place where the tongue of fire has licked is no longer defective, and it also shows the earliest appearance.

"The sculpture of the first dwarf emperor."

Ken murmured and stepped back to the side of the other two, enjoying Selderlin's "Reminiscence Edition" with them.

The original work was buried under the city gate of Ambera Ice Harbor at this time, and it could be lifted up by the chains connected by the city wall. With so many passers-by, few people knew that there was a handed down work buried there.

What's more, everyone doesn't know that there is a monarch who died with regret and exhausted all his efforts to find it.

Wei sighed deeply: "Such a majestic composition, in the memories of King Sterling, is actually so sad."

"I'm even more surprised..."

Ken said. "It's just a one-time relationship, and I can remember so many details, almost exactly the same as the original work. It's hard to imagine how powerful the ancestors of their family were in carving this work, and they can make such a deep impression on people."

Without warning, a powerful pulling force surged up.

They were released back outside like troglodytes thumping out of the cave. The good news is that the collapsed cave and the giant got stuck together so they didn't fall down.

The bad news is that after Ken and the others recovered, the weight distribution was no longer even, and everything started to disintegrate and fall.

A strong sense of weightlessness swept over several people like a vortex.

They feel that the whole world is falling fine pieces of ice, and there are flickering white lights, more and more distant gaps, and the wind blowing in the abyss is like the embrace of a seductive witch, tightly pulling their skin.

"We're done, Aron raise the wind!"

Ken started yelling.

Although he can use the morning and evening skills to teleport, but there is no way to help his companions.

Of course Aaron is preparing, but what's worse is that the ban above his head seems to have affected him, and the wind blows a little bit in a wrong direction several times.

When they were falling frantically in panic, a huge hand slowly encircled them like an island floating on the seabed.

Immediately afterwards, there was the collision sound of the rest of the limbs rubbing against the glacier cracks.

The white smoke casts blocky shadows like gunpowder smoke under the dim light.

Ken shivered and shook off the ice foam on his body.

They were sitting on the palm of the spirit stone giant, looking at it with the gradually clear light in front of its chest, the edges and corners of their faces were so blurred.

[It is not clear whether time has erased its expression, or the sculptor did not have enough of its fixed image. 】

The spirit stone giant was also fixed in the crack at this time, bending over to look at several humans.

"It's so strange," it said softly, its voice was like a lullaby in an ancient poem, quiet and reverberating. "People from the southern border and magicians from the northern border gathered together."

Before it fell asleep, it still remembered that it was severely attacked by a sub-dragon when it was crossing the plain.

Sleeping beneath a bed of ice for so long, it has been waiting for countless years.

"Do you know where it is? I have to find it, I want to continue traveling, but has the long road finally come to an end..."

(End of this chapter)