Chapter 738: Chapter 539: Lord, We’ve Struck Something Good!_2
“These must be the Civilization Guardians? These two entities won’t be easy to deal with. We’ll need heavy weapons to have a chance at victory.” Ta Gang hid behind a hillside, quietly sizing them up.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, heavy breaths sounding intermittently.
The group started brainstorming on how to deal with a three-story-high turtle.
“The most important asset of humans isn’t combat ability—it’s intelligence.”
“Everyone, don’t panic. We are downwind of them; it’ll be harder for them to notice us.”
“That turtle must be a treasure. Just its flesh is worth a fortune! And look at that shell! Did you see? It actually has naturally existing engravings… It’s simply unbelievable! I have every reason to suspect that this shell is made of extraordinary engraving material.”
“It embodies the essence of the ruins. It’s better to capture it alive and tame it. Bleeding it daily is far better than outright killing it.” A Great Scholar named Constantine adjusted the Extraordinary Glasses on his nose.
“But what is that giant insect that looks like a scorpion? I can’t identify it. I seem to have never encountered such a creature.”
“Who knows what other dangers this city harbors.”
Even though the group’s mood was fervent, they knew they had to maintain caution. The soldiers started lighting fires and cooking meals, while only a few leaders kept observing.
A while later, something shocking occurred!
A group of children ran out from the small cave, playing in the snow and climbing the turtle.
The turtle seemed very excited, carrying the children and moving quickly.
The native lifeforms had excellent eyesight, managing to spot the children in the distance, through the heavy snowfall, over dozens of kilometers.
“How is this possible… how did a group of children suddenly appear? Their appearance is just like ours!” Level 5 Warrior Wumu showed a shocked expression and exclaimed, “These children are playing with the turtle… That turtle is even laughing loudly!”
“What are they saying?”
“Ah, Wumu, you’re still young,” Constantine, the Great Scholar in the group, spoke calmly with a composed demeanor.
“There are two possibilities behind this phenomenon: First, it’s one of the turtle’s Extraordinary Abilities!”
“The civilization collapsed, the population disappeared, and the turtle dreams of past life to comfort itself now.”
“Never underestimate the Civilization Guardians. Their intelligence is quite high, and they also reminisce about the past… Moreover, their abilities are diverse and astonishing.”
“So, does it have spiritual attack abilities?”
“I think it does!” The Great Scholar made a hand gesture.
The group tightened their muscles. Spiritual attacks weren’t easy to defend against; traps and the like would thus lose significance.
“Wagaga!” Right at this moment, the voice of the Undying Giant Turtle echoed from afar.
The group felt their consciousness shifting, as though influenced.
Even City Lord Ta Gang internally agreed with the idea: “Looks like we need to change our approach to dealing with it.”
“These children… are there other possibilities?”
“Of course, it’s called Historical Retrospection!”
“Some powerful civilization relics, even if utterly destroyed, still leave behind significant historical traces. Because at the moment of extinction, the civilization emitted a massive amount of Ideal Energy.” Constantine looked at the heavy snowfall in the sky, speaking assertively, “You all should know about a Divine Skill called ‘Historical Retrospection,’ right? This skill allows one to locate the traces history has left behind.”
“But under certain special conditions, there can be naturally occurring scenes of Historical Retrospection, though rare.”
“So, these children are either hallucinations created by the turtle or representations of Historical Retrospection!”
The group displayed expressions of admiration.
The Great Scholar Constantine, who had traveled across nations in his youth, had vast knowledge, always able to provide reasonable explanations for peculiar occurrences.
A soldier muttered, “So this really involves a Medium Civilization? Otherwise, Historical Retrospection wouldn’t be possible.”
“Definitely… It’s even possible this is High-level Relics! And the original owners of this relic were human species, so much of it can be directly used by us.”
“Things like armor, boots, furniture — all usable without modification. Truly heaven-sent treasure.”
Suddenly, someone exclaimed again, “What’s that thing… a robot? Scholar, are these robots hallucinations made by the turtle too?”
The Great Scholar adjusted his glasses, gazing at human power armors clearing snow. He couldn’t immediately decide.
The scene looked so real.
He snorted slightly, “Never underestimate hallucinations!”
“True Phenomenon-Level Abilities can blur the line between illusion and reality, even interfering with the physical realm.”
“Perhaps the turtle does indeed possess considerable strength, wanting to rewrite the fate of the city being buried in snow.”
“Such a pity—this is the Northern Territory, a place devoid of life, ultimately bound to be overwhelmed by snow.”
“Only life can resist the cold winds and frost.”
Just then, his eyes lit up: “Wait, I’ve thought of something! A third possibility: some of the machinery in this relic is still operational! This would be extraordinary.”
“It would mean the treasures here are even more valuable than we imagined. You should understand what operational machines indicate: a complete industrial chain.”
His voice was full of certainty, and the group’s excitement grew.
“Scholar, there’s a creature in the sky, something long and train-like! It’s falling down!”
“Boom!” With a muffled sound, the falling creature splashed water vapor and white mist into the atmosphere, covering the entire area in fog—it turned out to be a Little Mirage Dragon, which couldn’t hold back its laughter and fell from the sky.