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Chapter 499: The Meaning of the Whisper
Chapter 499: The Meaning of the Whisper
Only to see below was a massive space, gears of various sizes were constantly turning, with the larger ones being as big as a palm, while the smaller ones were no bigger than a palm.
"Hey, what the hell is this place?"
"Why is there such an area under the city? And it's still moving? How is that possible?" Halem was shocked and confused.
He had explored two ancient goblin empire cities, which, compared to ancient human cities, had more mechanical devices, but had never seen such a scene.
"Maybe it's because of those strangely preserved dryads?" The thought of being a swordsaint, although shocked, he felt it was better this way.
"Impossible, I said, with so much movement, energy, how could it not be that the mechanical octopus could generate more energy?"
"Sure, if the ancient goblins could create such an energy source, how would you know that the other side couldn't create a larger one?" Tia said casually.
"Shut up," he said, causing Hem to stop.
But Rhen felt that this theory was reasonable.
Such a massive mechanical device, if powered by an energy source, would indeed be possible, could last for millennia, as nuclear fusion, wouldn't it?
However, at that time, the surroundings were lava, wouldn't it?
Ren thought about it and vaguely guessed some conjectures.
"Let's go down," he said, and immediately took a step down.
The rest of the group, naturally, quickly cast a floating spell, and arrived at the underground level.
Only to see first was a vast space filled with all sorts of mechanical devices, the surroundings were lit with emergency lights, not very bright, the entire place gave the impression of a huge workshop.
Moreover, Ren saw several small goblin figures, which looked like dryads, scattered around, their outlines were gray and cracked, covered in grooves. Clearly, these goblins were mummies.
However, the clothing styles on these mummies were different from those in the upper level, like a kind of gray work uniform, similar to a worker's outfit.
The most important thing was the gear sound he had heard, which seemed to come from here.
"From the looks of it, the gear sound from above was of this place. So the upper level's floor can move."
Hernandez looked at the huge cranes above, at a certain point in time, the gears started to move and shift the top area.
"Perhaps it's because the ancient goblins were gods, but has been transformed into undead, because deities need faith, only in times of expansion and elimination of opposition, would it be clear of enemies."
This point was evident from the various sects and the Feynian forest that had once been a void mother tree, could be seen.
Isn't it a fifth-level full moon wizard?
(Chapter complete)
Only a Full Moon Wizard of such power could turn all the goblins in such a vast capital city into desiccated corpses at once, right?
But that doesn’t seem right!
This sinister whisper is most likely the voice of some evil deity or its servant.
If it were a Full Moon Wizard, they wouldn’t have left this whisper behind.
"Hmm? Since I arrived here, the unknown eerie whisper has become much stronger," Ren muttered, his brows furrowed after listening carefully to the surroundings.
He suddenly realized that the unknown female whisper had grown even more intense.
"Hiss~" Hiram clutched his head in pain.
"Is it the reason for the whisper, Hiram? Do you need me to cast a Silence Spell?" Hernandez’s expression changed, understanding immediately that Hiram couldn’t bear the increased effect of the whisper.
"Wait, I think I can understand this whisper," Hiram said, frowning.
"What?" The three epic-level powerhouses, including Ren, turned to look at Hiram.
Hiram’s situation could be crucial to uncovering the secrets of this ancient goblin capital city.
No wonder he was so affected; part of it was due to his strength, and part of it was because he was focusing on listening, making him more susceptible.
However, if Hiram were to be silenced, he wouldn’t be able to decipher the meaning of the whisper.
Moreover, a crystalline wizard who can’t speak would essentially lose their combat effectiveness.
"No! Wait, I’ll be fine in a moment," Hiram said, waving his hand, his face twisted in pain.
Joking, he was the weakest among them in combat and had barely contributed in the previous battle.
If he faltered now, even he would feel ashamed.
"I can confirm, it’s ancient goblin language!"
"Hmm?" Ren’s eyebrows raised.
He had always thought this whisper was likely from some evil deity.
Now, it seemed that might not be the case.
"Please leave!"
"Stay away from here!"
"Yes, the whisper is in ancient goblin language, and it repeats these two sentences," Hiram said, clenching his fists and enduring the pain with determination.
This made Ren look at Hiram with renewed respect.
Indeed, a wizard who frequently explores ruins can’t be an ordinary person, especially one who has lived nearly two hundred years and possesses special knowledge and skills to handle difficult situations.
"I can’t hold on! I need to block this sound immediately," Hiram said, clutching his head in pain.
"Hiram, do you need me to cast a Silence Spell?" Hernandez asked again.
"No, it’s better if I cast a Deafness Spell on myself. I’ve learned lip-reading magic, so understanding what you say shouldn’t be a problem," Hiram quickly chanted the incantation.
As the Deafness Spell took effect, his expression quickly improved.
"Please leave? Isn’t that obvious? We’re already planning to leave this cursed place, but the problem is, we can’t get out," Swordsaint Tyrion said, his brows furrowing in thought.
For this question, even Ren and the others couldn’t provide an answer.
Tyrion’s words, though crude, made sense; they wanted to leave but didn’t know how.
Goblin language?
Telling us to leave?
Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed Ren’s mind. "Could it be that some high-ranking goblin is warning the residents to leave?"
After all, whether it’s an evil deity or another enemy, they wouldn’t use goblin language.
This means the source of the whisper is most likely a goblin.
"Hiram, do you know anything about the ancient goblin empire? Was the last emperor male or female?" Ren’s eyes lit up as he looked at Hiram.
"Goblin emperor?" Although Hiram had cast a Deafness Spell on himself, he hadn’t exaggerated; he immediately understood Ren’s question from Ren’s lip movements.
"Um."
"There are scattered records in ancient texts. The last emperor was a male named Sorsen·Glen," Hiram answered after a moment’s thought, though he didn’t know why Ren was asking.
"Not a woman?" Ren couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
"No, but if I remember correctly, the last goblin emperor had a daughter, the goblin princess Aemora·Glen, who was a rare mechanical genius according to ancient texts."
Ren laughed and said, "In that case, perhaps, I understand a little more."
"Oh? Sir Ren, what have you figured out?" Hiram couldn’t help but look at Ren curiously.
Swordsaint Tyrion and Hernandez, standing nearby, also focused their attention on Ren.
"Hmm, but it's not convenient to talk about this here. Let's find another place," Ren said, glancing up at the hole in the ceiling. The commotion from above was growing louder.
Although the prototype machine and the mechanical octopus were too large to jump down through the hole, he wasn't sure if the patrolling Mechanical Striders might try.
To avoid trouble, it was best to hide first.
Fortunately, the underground space on this level was vast and filled with various mechanical devices, making it easy to conceal a few people.
Five minutes later, behind a massive gear.
After listening to Ren's account, the three people fell silent, their faces a mix of surprise and admiration, as if they wanted to say something but held back.
"Sir Ren, what should we do now?" Swordsaint Tyrion asked after a moment.
"Two options. There's no mist to obscure us, and the ground won't shift. In principle, as long as we move in one direction, we should be able to leave."
"But I'm not sure if there are any airspace restriction magic spells here, like on the surface," Ren added after some thought.
"What's the second option?" Tyrion continued.
"The second option is to go down," Ren said, pointing at the metal floor beneath them.
"Go down?" The three of them looked shocked.
Not only was it uncertain if they could go further down, but wouldn't that be even more dangerous?
"Yes, the secret must be down there. I believe the next level will reveal more, and it will also confirm my suspicions."
Swordsaint Tyrion and Hernandez exchanged a glance, deep in thought.
"Then let's go down!" Tyrion said firmly.
"Alright!" Ren, who was already inclined to continue exploring, naturally had no objections.
First, if the meditation technique existed, it was likely lost below. The mechanical monsters above, though powerful, weren't enough to kill an ancient Dawn Wizard.
Second, the danger was still relatively manageable for now.
"Snap!"
Ren's right palm glowed with a deep dark silver light. He then crouched and bent over, slamming his hand heavily onto the floor of the lower level.
Instantly, dark silver ripples spread within a few meters in diameter, moving downward.
"Beep~ Beep~"
As the metal floor softened like clay and began to sink, a sharp alarm suddenly blared!
The originally pale green indicator lights started to flicker, and the desiccated corpses of goblins, dressed in work clothes, rushed toward Ren's position.
In the distance, a low, buzzing motor sound indicated that some mechanical device had been activated.
"I'll go clear a path first," Swordsaint Tyrion said, drawing his sword.
"That won't be necessary, it's done!"
As Ren spoke, the ground melted, forming a large hole just like the one above!
The sight below lifted the spirits of Ren and his companions.
Before them was a large workshop for puppets and automatons.
Various models of finished and unfinished automatons were displayed below, including the prototype machine and mechanical octopus they had just fought, in their half-finished forms.
Many parts were suspended by chains, and the floor was covered with oil stains and various marks. Even from above the hole, Ren and his group could smell the strong scent of machine oil.
The importance of the automaton manufacturing workshop in goblin civilization was evident, indicating that Ren and his group were getting closer to the core of the city.
And that meant they were getting closer to the truth.
"Let's go!"
Swordsaint Tyrion jumped down first, and the others followed one by one.
"Indeed, the whispering is clearer and more impactful here," Hernandez said, his brows furrowing slightly.
At this level of whispering, even he, a Dawn Wizard, was beginning to feel a slight influence.
Ren quickly surveyed the area ahead. He noticed that there were many goblin figures here, with the same pale, withered skin and desiccated corpse form, but they were dressed in white lab coats, resembling researchers.
"Enemies! My automatons, destroy these enemies! (goblin language)"
Suddenly, a low, halting voice came from behind them, as if from a child just learning to speak.
(End of Chapter)
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