Sword of Daybreaker

East, white sand hills.

An engineering team arrived at the mine with a train a few days ago. The destroyed mine facilities were being rebuilt at the moment. The white sand hills were immersed in a busy and orderly atmosphere, lifting equipment, construction vehicles and construction. The frame and the isolation net are everywhere, and in all construction areas, one place is the most special:

Located in the vicinity of Baishui River, the huge "Shenzhen Tiankeng".

In the fall of the man-made god, the huge tiankeng has been closely monitored by the Cecil Corps. Several temporary whistle towers and fortifications monitor all the movements inside and outside the pit, and the bones at the bottom of the pit. Nearby, a small research station has been built.

The terrible man-made **** has only one skeleton left incomplete at this moment. The twisted and mutated bone fragments stand on the earth in a daunting posture, and a small part is buried between the gravel soil at the bottom of the pit. There are a lot of flesh and blood remnants scattered around, and the sly creatures seem to still have a trace of vitality, still maintaining a little activity, and constantly emitting a strong magical response.

These incredible remnants are undoubtedly valuable research samples.

Accompanied by several apprentices, soldiers, and officers, Pittman walked slowly among the huge bone fragments. The old druids were behind their backs, their backs were slightly squatting, and the sights were near the disturbing wreckage. Swept up, some metal frames support these crumbling skeletons. In the areas where the metal frame is divided, some of the cards inserted on the ground are marked with such things as "sampled", "unsampled", "cleaned", etc. Typeface.

Pittman stopped and quietly watched the skeletal structure in front of him. Some of the remaining flesh and blood squirmed between the bones, giving off some kind of disgusting subtle sounds, and occasionally convulsed – just like this part of the biological tissue. Still experiencing the phantom pain during the battle.

"These things will still be twitching now," an accompanying officer couldn't help but whisper. "It's a terrible creation..."

"The tail of the blue-tailed swamp lizard will still twitch and even bounce after being cut down for a week. Nature has created these incredible wonders of life. It is not unusual in itself..." Pitman said casually. The reason why things are terrible is because they are extraordinarily large."

He then turned to his apprentice: “Collect a sample of this position—this should be close to its nerve center, and perhaps the remaining sample here can tell us if it has a structure like the 'neural center'.”

Several apprentices were brave enough to get close to the flesh and blood that were still twitching and squirming, and started the cutting tools they carried – the cutting sword, the cutting beam, and the high-powered saw blades. These powerful and reliable tools are good for researchers. Partner - With a burst of harsh noise, the sampling position sparks.

The seemingly soft flesh and fragile bones are actually terrible in strength, and if you don't use some "professional tools," you won't be able to open them.

A shark's crawling sound came from nearby, and the sea snake form of Tyre came to the side of Pitman and others. The Miss Haiyue looked up and watched the Druid apprentices collect the samples. Lips, saliva flowed to the ground.

Then she commented: "I told you that the taste of this position is the best, it is a rare part of the artificial meat, and it is not a tooth..."

The officer around Pitman suddenly looked strange, and said quite helplessly: "Miss Tyre, didn't you say that you should not eat in the unsampling area? Although the superior has already given instructions, agree to eat here, but at least do not interfere with us. research work……"

Tyre immediately put his hand on him: "I don't get in the way, I have tasted a small bit, and it definitely won't affect your work, right? Pitman?"

"As long as you don't eat in front of us - it will hurt the mental health of my apprentices," Pittman glanced at the deep sea salted fish, then turned back and continued to look at the huge Bone and twitching creatures, "...It’s really hard to imagine how they made this..."

“We found the place where this giant deer first appeared, and found large scale rifts and caves in the western part of Sorinburg that lead to deep underground, where there seems to be an ancient underground building, this monster It should be from there to the surface," said the accompanying officer. "But the underground situation is too complicated and dangerous, and it is impossible to continue exploring for a while."

Pittman indulged for a moment, nodded slightly and said: "...the nest of all things will be underground, but it is a more complicated place than the rebellious fortress. You are not rashly exploring."

As a member of the eternal life, he actually knew the existence of this underground facility - but only knew that it existed.

The mysterious underground building is an ancient product, and the age may be as old as the rebellious fortress, but no one knows its true origins and functions. The eternal extremists built a complex “vine network” inside it. In all areas of China Unicom, controlling access to the ground, in addition, they also set up countless traps and hidden doors in the underground palace to resist possible invasions - all this is the same as the magic key into the underground palace , it changes from time to time.

The underground facility may have been severely damaged after the giant deer out of control, but there are certainly a large number of institutional traps remaining.

Pittman has left all things for a long time, and the information he has mastered is outdated, so he dare not take people to explore there.

"Report the relevant information, and we should not decide on this."

The accompanying officer bowed his head: "Yes, Master Pitman."

......

Jenny raised her head slightly, and the wide edge of the visor blocked the strong sunlight around noon, and the breeze blew her hair up in the ear.

In the bright skylight, St. Sunil's classical and majestic walls and towers shine in her sight, the fluttering flags fly in the city, the mighty soldiers stand on the posts, the quaint and Ansu-style streets are Extending out in the sun, the streets are lined with old-fashioned houses, and the streets are pedestrians in a hurry.

The city didn't seem to change much when she left, but it seemed to have changed a lot. A familiar and unfamiliar feeling came to my mind, making the eyes of Cecil's chief rune teacher inevitable.

An accompanying officer came to Jenny and stood upright: "Master Jenny, do you want to go directly to Silver Fort to report?"

In Cecil, all senior technical researchers and great craftsmen have the title of “Master”, and Jenny is one of the first to receive this title.

"I want to go to a place first," Jenny looked at the officer with the knight's emblem and smiled softly. "You take the other people to the castle first."

"Yes, Master - I will arrange your **** team."

Jenny snorted and then subconsciously waved: "Guard? No, I am familiar with the situation here, I will go by myself..."

The officer showed a dilemma: "Master, this is the order of the superior. The city has not yet been disarmed. Your actions here require military protection..."

Jenny looked at the knight, who accompanied her all the way from the south to the king, and she didn’t like to give her troubles. She nodded her head. She nodded: "That... it’s hard for you. Mr. Knight."

A few minutes later, two black magic guides carrying the Cecil emblem left the city of St. Sunil and sailed along the Iron Cross Street, which has centuries of history, towards the inner city's mage area.

Outside the window, the old mottled dwellings continued to recede, the wheels crushed the uneven stone pavement, and the slight bumps came as if they were stirring Jenny’s uneasy thoughts. She leaned against the window and looked away. As the vehicle moves forward, it slowly sweeps through the familiar streets, buildings, and sweeps through those who are still impressed.

The number of pedestrians on the street is less than that in memory. They are still wearing burlap clothes with patches and monotonous colors. They are hurrying and numb, and sometimes people stop in the corners of the street and stretch toward the magic guide. He grew his neck and opened his mouth and looked at his eyes, but he quickly bowed his head in awe, as if he didn't dare to look at the "magic monsters" that were assembled with steel.

The streets in the civilian areas are very narrow, and even if there are not many pedestrians, there will be congestion. The motorized mechanics who drive will occasionally ring the flute, and many passers-by will bend their necks and bend down. They are facing the strange steel machine. I was so grateful that some people even forgot that they should give way. The soldiers had to look out from the window and loudly reminded passersby to avoid.

In order to prevent injury to passers-by, the car was very slow. Some children curiously approached the magic guide and pointed at the machines on the side of the road, but they were quickly slap in the face and dragged their ears home. go with.

"Although we have been in the city for half a month, everyone is still very uncomfortable with these new things," said a female magical combatant sitting next to Jenny, who said that she was going north with the first legion. One of the soldiers who took over St. Sunil was now enlisted in Jenny’s guard. On the one hand, Jenny was personally guarded, and on the other hand, he was the guide of other soldiers. “The situation is much better now... even the first day there were civilians. Knocking at the magic car, kiss the ground."

Jenny sighed softly: "This needs to change... We have all experienced this period."

"Yeah, we have all experienced it - when the first magical pump was put into the village, my father even forbidden us to get close to the field because we were worried about eating people, but after only one year, he wanted to be with the neighbors. Together, they pooled money to buy a threshing machine, because the machines at the agricultural machinery management station were never enough, and the queues were always long, and the food that was hit this year would probably be too much for the people to be busy." The soldiers laughed and watched. I am full of respect to Jenny. "This should be thanks to a master like you."

Jenny had some time to know how to answer, she was introverted and always indulged in the research room. She was not very good at facing such direct compliments and tributes. She had to bow her head and whispered: "Thank you... but better than me." There are still more people."

During the talk, they have passed through the civilian areas of the outer city and entered the more prosperous and prosperous places in the inner city.

The narrow streets suddenly became wider, and the surrounding houses were neat and tall. The roadside began to appear in a well-dressed, head-on city, and at the end of the street, some tall spires and floating The shiny runes over the streets have been reflected in Jenny's eyes.

She took a light breath.

The Master District of St. Sunil arrived.

Two cars passed through the streets of the wealthy area and went straight into the Mage area, where the guards of the entire area were taken over by the Cecil Army, and the magic-guided vehicles with military markings were not obstructed in the Master's area.

Under Jenny's guidance, the car finally stopped in front of a mage tower with a lavender spire, a gray-white façade and about four or five stories high.

This is a typical traditional magic tower. The whole building is built on a stone sturdy pedestal. The gray-white exterior wall has a vaguely visible magic pattern. The heavy and luxurious oak door is blocked by the magic barrier, and over the spire. There are also floating crystals and metal structures that rotate slowly around the apex – those crystals and structures have many functions such as surveillance, warning, and combat, and Jenny knows them very well.

A small team of soldiers came down from the car and followed Jenny to the magic tower. The surface of the oak door that was blocked by the rune flashed a few times. Then the runes dispersed and the door slowly opened.

No need to knock on the door - the artificial intelligence (Taling) that controls the magic tower will distinguish the visitors and remind the guards.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Jenny saw an apprentice in a dark gray robes coming out of the dark door.

His name is Mark, one of the apprentices of the mentor.

Not a slave servant, a true apprentice.

Jenny’s impression of him is not good, but it’s not bad – it’s a talented young man, but at least he’s worth more than a slave, and Jenny’s impression of him is so much.

Mark bowed his head and didn't lift his head until he came to Jenny. He quickly saw the appearance of the person in front of him, his face showing a surprised look, and then he noticed Jenny behind him. The team was full of armed soldiers, and two magic guides parked not far away.

The expression of this young man was a bit wrong at first, and then he narrowed his neck, and his tone was complicated and he said: "Jenny, you... really you?"

"It's me. Go tell the mentor, I am back."