The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Night is about to fall, or rather, the aurora in the sky is gradually fading.

Those colorful ribbons spread here like silk in the sky, and then gradually broke, as if drawing a period.

It was at this time that Lor and the others finally arrived in front of those huge gray prisms. They were within reach, like some alien myth that had suddenly come into reality.

The boy raised his hand, and a tiny but bright candle flame burst out from his fingertips, illuminating the gray prismatic jungle before him.

These mysterious and ancient things were far more spectacular than what they had seen from the distant snowy slopes. Through the frost adhering to the surface of the prisms, they could see the flowing metallic luster.

"I've never seen anything like it..."

Frey raised her hand and looked hesitantly at the frost-covered prisms in front of her. They were huge, but of different sizes, and were densely distributed one after another in the vast deep pit in front of her.

"Will it be some kind of ritual?"

Nellie questioned, these metal prisms were arranged in a regular pattern, like some kind of dense array, and she instinctively thought of some kind of ritual.

They seem to be different from the mechanical wreckage sealed under the glacier and may have some special functions.

Lor ran directly towards the nearest prism, and seeing this, Frey hurriedly followed him.

"Lor, be careful of the trap..."

The boy did not respond. He walked silently to the front of the prism, raised his head and looked up at the towering metal structure. Standing at its feet, he realized that it was at least tens of meters high, and only a part of it was exposed on the ice, so he could not see the whole picture.

The surface of the prism is smooth, iron-gray, silent and solemn. It is obviously just a monotonous geometric shape, but it has an indescribable sense of sadness.

Although it was already night, Lor's whole body was emitting a light that was enough to dispel the darkness. He gently stretched out his hand and wiped away the frost and snow on the surface of the prism.

“What a wonderful creation…”

Lor murmured, as if he was sighing about something. There was no trace of splicing or fitting on the surface of the metal prism. It looked like a whole piece of metal.

The surface is densely covered with deep dark textures, giving it a cold and ferocious beauty.

It is hard to imagine how the people of the Yaslan Empire created such a high-tech building.

Lor could only think of some modern casting technology, but this required enormous technological capabilities. Both the mold and the furnace were not imaginable in the present world.

No... these don't seem to be metal textures.

Lor stroked it gently and felt a rough friction, but this was not naturally formed, but there seemed to be something on these prisms.

The clear morning light burned in the boy's eyes. He observed carefully. Those textures looked like some kind of words.

"Teacher, come and see if these are words..."

Upon hearing this, Nelliel floated over with the help of the projection in the painting, and under the illumination of Lor's divine light, she identified the words engraved on the surface of the prism that were as dense as spells.

After just a glance, Nellie said with certainty:

"Yes, this should be the writing from the Aslan Empire, a very ancient writing system, but it has been circulated in the Cynthia Plains. The official writing system of the Snake Kingdom was improved on this basis. Let me take a look..."

Although the text on the prism is ancient, it is not much different from the current text of the Snake Kingdom. Only some grammars have undergone iterations. Nelliel easily deciphered its content.

She read softly: "Evan Helta, this should be a name; Nanya Goldfinch, Meldor Goldfinch, Fensha Molten Steel, these should also be..."

Nellie read a little, and at first she was very excited, but gradually her voice became deeper and deeper, until she fell completely silent.

The drawn projection took a step back, looked at the prism in front of it from a more panoramic angle, and then raised its head as if to see the tip of the prism.

Finally she withdrew her gaze and looked at the huge deep pit.

"...Lor, I think I may know what this is..."

Lor was originally following Nellie's voice to identify the words above, and then he heard her speak in a somewhat heavy voice.

“This is a tombstone.”

The young man was stunned and looked forward involuntarily. Behind the prism in front of him, there were countless identical creations. There were hundreds and thousands of them, standing solemnly and silently above this deep pit.

If there are densely packed names written on it, then here...

"This is... the graveyard of empires."

Lor took a deep breath and said, "It seems we have really arrived at the Abyss of Aslan..."

"In that case, let's go in and take a look."

Without hesitation, Lor walked directly into the jungle filled with ancient steel. Around him, countless sunken metal prisms stood like silent swords pointing straight to the sky.

The young man walked among them, and wherever he passed, the light from his body illuminated the names on the tombstones, leaving sporadic fluorescent lights scattered on the ice behind him.

Finally, he stopped, looked up, and looked at the most central and tallest prism in front of him.

There were no words engraved on it. There was only a huge eyeball that seemed to be embedded in steel. It had its eyes closed as if it was sleeping.

Around it, the originally cold steel seemed to become soft, as if it had life, and appeared in front of Lor in an extremely strange structure.

Flesh, blood and steel seemed to be integrated into one, looking so hideous and terrifying, yet revealing a strange harmony.

Lor thought of the flesh and blood bodies that were previously buried under the ice and hidden under the steel. He thought at the time that the warriors of the Aslan Empire were fighting in some kind of mecha.

Looking back now, it’s more like a combination of flesh and blood and machinery than wearing a mecha.

"This is the eye of the Mirage. No wonder the closer we get to it, the more illusions we encounter."

Nellie and Frey were also looking at this unusual obelisk. Nellie was knowledgeable and quickly determined the origin of the eyeball.

"It looks a bit like a god's corpse..."

Fleur murmured.

"The Mirage is indeed a very powerful divine creature. It makes sense that its eyeballs have some characteristics of a divine skeleton. However, this kind of craftsmanship..."

Nelliel was a little hesitant. She was not sure whether this was the erosion of the divine remains or another ancient and incomprehensible skill of the Aslan Empire.

As Nellie spoke, her huge pupils, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and invisible waves were generated, sweeping across the entire deep pit filled with tombstones.

Luo Er and the other two could see the hideous bloodshot and lines on the surface of the eyeball. It was so hideous and filled with raging anger...

It was as if he had just woken up in a bad mood. In just a moment, a surging divine light emanated from the steel obelisk in front of him.

Countless spires standing on this distant deep pit hummed at the same time, and light burst out from their tips, as if responding to the call of the eyeball, and soon they were connected together.

Originally it was just a single divine fluctuation, echoing countless times in the array-like steel jungle. Each spire was like a scattered star, and they all shone together and gathered into a vast galaxy.

Before Lor and his companions could react, they were swept into the river of light.

[Sleeping Abyss: Alert]

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