Chapter 1309 Small Building
Originally, this should have been a prosperous and advanced supernatural civilization with rich supernatural elements in the air, but now it has become dilapidated.
The towering buildings surrounding the teleportation square are all high into the clouds.
It is vaguely visible, revealing the extraordinary style of the past.
On many buildings, there are remnants of small, dilapidated ancestral formations.
Similar to the buildings in the Ninth Battlefield, some are used for defense, some are used for energy sniping, and some provide water and electricity...
But now, only ruins remain.
Most of the buildings tilted and collapsed, and there was no sign of life within a thousand miles.
"Qinglang, is this really your ancestral world?" Zhao Yin asked doubtfully.
He felt something was unreal. As he stepped out of the portal, he discovered that there was only one portal left in the entire teleportation square, which was barely usable.
Despite this, the base of this portal has already crumbled and is on the verge of collapse.
If Zhao Yin and Qing Lang had arrived later, they might have ceased to exist.
Qinglang's eyes turned red on the spot.
"Yes!"
He walked out of the square and Zhao Yin followed quickly.
The dilapidated streets were littered with human bones. Many pieces of supernatural equipment, after being broken, had lost their supernatural powers over time and were now covered in rust.
All the signs of dilapidation prove that this place was abandoned hundreds of years ago.
"Didn't Silver Armor just betray you?"
Doubts arose in Zhao Yin's mind. A few months ago, Qinglang was still in the tenth domain.
If his ancestral world had been abandoned hundreds of years ago, why didn't he know about it?
As a candidate for the human king, and even a half-step king, whether it is due to his own strength or Qinglang's status in the Silver Armor Army...
It shouldn't be like this!
“Ren Xing!”
Qinglang gritted his teeth, and these two words popped out from between his teeth.
Ren Xing is already dead. Zhao Yin asked Wang Chunhua to kill him...
Qinglang clenched his fists. "When I first joined Silver Armor, I was in an army under Ren Xing. He ordered us to hand over the sound transmission notes that we used to communicate with our hometown. He said it was to prevent us from being distracted during the battle..."
"Now that I think about it, he has another purpose!"
Zhao Yin suddenly realized that Ren Xing had been planning to betray hundreds of years ago?
If this is true, then Silver Armor's betrayal had been brewing for hundreds of years.
There are dead bones everywhere here, as if it had experienced a world-destroying war.
Qinglang walked with heavy steps, and soon traveled hundreds of miles and arrived at the center of the ruined city.
There is a palace-like building here, with silver walls and golden tiles, covering an area of thousands of miles.
Most of the palace inside had already collapsed.
Qinglang walked along the ruins and came straight to a relatively intact hall. Suddenly, he stopped.
The whole person seemed to turn into a wooden sculpture in an instant.
A sturdy figure, wearing black armor and holding a broken sword in his hand, knelt on the stairs outside the hall gate.
With her head lowered, her long, dry and yellow hair fell on her chest, covering her face...
The man had died long ago, as if he had been dead for hundreds of years, but a huge amount of vitality supported his body, which is still intact today.
"Xiaolou!"
Qinglang trembled, took a difficult step, slowly bent down, lifted the long hair on the chest of the corpse, revealing the face of a young man.
His facial features were hard, and his entire jaw was covered with dried blood.
In one eye, there was a broken arrow...
When Zhao Yin got closer, he saw that the young man's back was filled with all kinds of extraordinary weapons.
There are swords, daggers, spears...
Not far from the corpse, there were only bones, the flesh and blood had already melted away...
Qinglang was silent and stared at the corpse for a long time.
“This is my brother. He has been with me all the way since God’s grace first came…!”
"When he received the conscription order, he said that he wanted to stay in his hometown and marry and have children here... I know...!"
"I know that Xiaolou wants to go to the Tenth Battlefield more than anyone else...!"
"He stayed just so that I wouldn't have to worry anymore!"
Qinglang slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Yin. He didn't know when, but tears were already streaming down his face.
“Brother Zhao Yin, Xiaolou has the habit of carrying a projection ball with him.”
Zhao Yin nodded, closed his eyes, and activated his space-related abilities. Soon, he discovered something in his mental perception.
Zhao Yin raised his hand, and a crystal ball as big as a fist slowly condensed out in the space.
The blue wolf grabbed it in his hand and immediately began to beat.
Soon, one picture after another appeared before my eyes.
When Xiaolou was alive, he looked young and handsome. He did not have the rebelliousness of Qinglang, but was gentle.
At the beginning of the scene, several people in silver armor suddenly appeared outside the hall.
The hall in the picture was still brand new. Zhao Yin saw a plaque with three large characters "Qinglang Hall" written on it.
The original Qinglang had a very special status in this world. After he went to the tenth battlefield, Xiaolou had been guarding outside this hall.
Qinglang had also headed straight here before, thinking that this was his home in his ancestral world.
That day, several silver-armored soldiers arrived. Xiaolou seemed very happy and welcomed them into the side hall and served them tea.
There is no sound recorded in the picture.
At the beginning, Xiaolou got along very well with several Silver Armors.
But everything changed when Yin Jia took out a blueprint.
That's a statue construction blueprint!
The statue depicts one of the twelve angel gods killed by Lei Ze Shengming in the secret realm!
When Xiaolou saw the statue's appearance clearly, he started arguing with several silver-armored men.
A man in silver armor suddenly attacked Xiaolou.
Xiaolou exploded immediately, and with just one punch, he knocked the man in silver armor out of the side hall.
His strength far surpassed that of ordinary powerful people, and he has already entered the ranks of candidates for king.
It seems that the original intention of the Silver Armors was to forcibly suppress Xiaolou and force him to build the statue of the Angel Clan.
However, no one expected that Xiaolou's strength was so powerful. Not only did his life level surpass all the silver armors, but he also awakened the rare petrification ability!
But in the end, Xiaolou was still worried about something. After defeating several silver-armored men, he did not kill them but chose to let them go.
In the next few days, Xiaolou looked very uneasy, and from time to time he took out a sound transmission note to send messages to someone.
But, it seems that I have never contacted that person...
When Qinglang saw this, he trembled violently...
The sun and the moon alternated, and finally on the third day, Xiaolou felt something. He suddenly took out the black armor, put it on carefully, picked up the sword, and walked out of the hall.
Hundreds of thousands of human beings had already gathered outside the hall, all of them were warriors from the ancestral world.
In the picture, a human warship was slowly approaching a hundred miles away, and men in silver armor walked out.
Among them was a man whom Zhao Yin had seen before. He was the candidate for king who had controlled the ancestral formation for Ren Xing when he killed the million silver-armored rebels.
The man took out a demigod-level projection ball and projected a picture into the sky.
So that all human beings in the entire Green Wolf world can see it.
It’s King Ren Xing!
Ren Xing's projection stood in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of human warriors from the ancestral world below were kneeling on the ground.
There was only one person still standing there...the small building.
He was dressed in black armor, holding the knife tremblingly, and looked so lonely.
