Unknown demiplane.

Looking at the desolate scene in front of him, Thorne, who was floating in mid-air, finally understood the very solemn reminder that the businessman had given him before he left.

The moment he entered the range of the floating city, he immediately felt some kind of heart-pounding energy fluctuation brushing in front of him.

Although he is not a spellcaster, his kendo profession can cast various spell-like supernatural abilities, which has gradually given him a very keen perception of magical powers.

Therefore, he can clearly perceive that this heart-pounding energy is constantly destroying the half-plane space where he is now.

At this moment, this space is shaking slightly tirelessly. Although the force of this vibration is very small, as time goes by, the edge of the demi-plane has appeared a lot of collapse marks and cracks due to this slight vibration.

From these cracks formed by slight vibrations, the countless cobweb-covered cracks burst out with extremely destructive winds, wreaking havoc on everything that can be destroyed around.

When everything around is completely destroyed, it will quickly be occupied by deep darkness.

It's like a realm of space storms.

Looking around, Thorne can clearly find that the earth that constitutes the half plane is gradually collapsing and falling.

Like a giant spinning top, the floating city is in the center of the space storm. Every now and then, small pieces of building ruins will fall into the bottomless cracks and disappear without a trace.

That is, if this unknown demiplane continues like this, it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed by a space storm.

Thorne looked at the floating city at the center of the space storm, and began to hesitate in his heart.

The purpose of his coming here is only to take a soul spar to make a tower spirit, but the so-called soul spar can only be found by going to the center of the floating city.

But what makes him difficult now is that the ruins of this floating city have been surrounded by the raging space storm. With his current ability, if he wants to rush in, he is undoubtedly courting death.

Floating City.

One of the hallmarks of the Great Arcanists during the Arcane Empire.

A great arcanist who does not have a floating city, in their own social circle, I am afraid that they can't even lift their heads.

However, although many people who know the floating city know that these war fortresses have incomparably powerful combat power, many people do not know that another important structure of the floating city is the half plane.

Even Thorne learned these very obscure information from the goblin wizard Malvasia before he left.

That is to say, the half plane and the floating city are actually one. The great arcanists create their own floating city, and then use the floating city as the basis to develop a half plane of their own.

If the floating city is compared to an aircraft carrier, then the half plane is a safe harbor for the floating city to replenish its energy.

If a floating city without the protection of a half plane wants to challenge the gods, the moment it leaves the main material plane, it will be directly destroyed by the incomprehensible divine power of the gods.

If you have a half plane that is exclusive to you, as long as you land the floating city in it, even powerful gods will not dare to intrude at will.

Because a half plane is a complete small world, all kinds of laws in it can be manipulated by the plane's master at will, and a powerful half plane can even rival the kingdom of gods.

"It seems that the reason why the godslayers dare to challenge the gods is that this half plane and the floating city in it are the capital of their challenge, but they still failed in the end."

Thorne looked at the ruins of the floating city and the countless scraps of copper and iron that were randomly discarded like garbage on the ground below the floating city, and said to himself.

If he guessed correctly, those tattered pieces of iron must be the Legion of Construct Golems that once guarded this half-plane.

With the defeat of the war, they were abandoned here alone, until the terrifying space storm completely destroyed the entire demi-plane, and then disappeared into the cosmic dust.

"Uuuuuu..."

The raging gust of wind kept whistling, ruthlessly scraping across the ground like an iron broom, and there was a clattering sound from the collision of countless metal parts.

Watching the countless metal **** on the ground being pieced together into various messy shapes in the fierce wind, even Thorne didn't know why, but he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart for no reason.

Is it because there is no trace of nature in this small world that is about to be destroyed?

For this point of view, Thorne shook his head slightly and did not agree.

Although he is a wilderness ranger with a belief in protecting nature, relatively speaking, he pays more attention to the development of wilderness civilization.

If the two gave him a choice, he would definitely be on the side of civilization.

Otherwise, he would not have cast fire spells without hesitation when attacking the Hulk Hobgoblin in Tranquility Forest, resulting in being blacklisted by the druids of the Emerald Garden.

"That should be the feeling of the death of a rabbit and a fox." Thorne sighed and finally confirmed the source of this inexplicable sadness.

After all, they were all from the same world, and seeing his compatriots end in such a bleak fate, this caused a touch of sympathy in his heart.

Why sympathize?

Because the experiences of the first batch of beta testers resonated to a certain extent with their own experiences.

The bleak end of the godslayers is very similar to the fateful fighters who died in the emerald fields.

Perhaps the godslayers did not want to be bound by the rules of the whole world, so they had to stand up and resist.

And those compatriots who are trying to establish a territory in the wilderness just don't want to live in the shadows of the natives.

Whether the resistance on both sides is for a bright and hopeful future, or to fight against the darkness.

At least after their pale resistance, it is not a paler compromise that deserves respect.

It's like when you meet a slave, you may instinctively sympathize with him. But when you meet a slave who has the courage to resist, whether it is an enemy or a friend, we should show him due respect.

"Crack!"

Thorne avoided the raging wind, stepped on the cold metal parts step by step, and walked towards the ruins of the floating city.

Although the floating city is surrounded by terrible space storms, he still wants to try if he can find an exit to the interior.

"Huh?" While walking, Thorne suddenly felt as if something blocked him, so that there was a sharp pain from the impact on his bare feet.

His expression instantly became vigilant, and he looked down at the source of the impact while touching his hand to the hilt of the sword.

"...Alert!...Alert!"

"...Intruder found!...Intruder found!"

With the sound of the cold metal sound, two dazzling red lights suddenly shot out from the metal garbage, directly covering Thorne's figure. The red light was like a scanner to detect back and forth on him:

"...The target is suspected to be an abyss demon!...The target is suspected to be an abyss demon!...Trigger the first-level combat readiness state!...The first team of the Diamond Golem Legion is all ready!...Start the defense battle plan!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the metal garbage piles around Thorne trembled like an earthquake.

At the same time, a few scattered red lights shot out from the metal gap, but most of the lights looked very dim.

Some of the red light even jumped out of the crackling magic aura when it was lit up, as if the energy was overloaded, and with a click, blue smoke appeared and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems to be some construct golems that managed to save the energy core device after the battle." When Thorne found that there was no threat, he crouched down and looked at the golem that first raised the alarm.

This golem can no longer be called a golem, because it has nothing but a metal part of the energy core wrapped around its chest.

So Thorne immediately took out a quaint coin that symbolized his identity, and met the red light that continued to scan him.

"Oh, sorry, it turned out to be my own..." When the red light touched the quaint coin, the originally cold metallic sound turned into a deep hoarse sound.

Immediately afterwards, the red light projected in the darkness all dimmed, and a pale white light sphere emitting a soft glow appeared in the metal parts in front of Thorne.

The bright light centered on the ball of light spread out to the surroundings, reflecting a circle of icy metal fragments.

"Who are you?" Thorne asked, looking at the ball of light, silent for a while.

"Who am I?" A hoarse voice came from the bright ball of light again:

"Who am I? I'm a... no! I'm a construct, the captain of the first squad of the Diamond Golem Legion, and my mission is to keep the Insight Plane safe."

Looking at the flickering orb of light, Thorne was startled, then smiled and said, "Constructed creatures don't have independent thoughts, you look too strange."

"Ordinary constructs are naturally thoughtless. However, my master, the great Lord of Winter, used the ninth-level spell "Construct Activation" to give me life in the true sense. She I also used the ninth-level spell "Construct Awakening" to make me feel like a mortal. She is like my mother and gave me a new life. I adore her more than anything. "There was a hint of sadness in the low and hoarse voice of the white light ball.

It turned out to be the ninth-level spell "Construct Activation" and the ninth-level spell "Construct Enlightenment".

Hearing the ball of light's answer, Thorne was stunned for a moment. He still knew a little about these two ninth-ring spells.

To successfully cast this spell, in addition to consuming the caster's enormous power (experience points), it also requires a very special casting material: the brain of a humanoid creature that has been dead for no more than eight hours.

And, as the years go by, it's quite possible that this humanoid construct recalls the memories of the humanoid's brain before it was alive, and it's even possible that it's fully awake.

It is said that there are many powerful wizards who can't bear the departure of their loved ones, and will inject their brain memory into the construct at the moment of their death, and then expect him to recall the memory of his life one day.

However, that was just to back up a piece of their memory, in fact, their real souls have long since left.

"Then...what about your master?" Thorne asked in a slightly heavy tone. Although he had guessed the result, he couldn't help but want to confirm it.

"She died... She was smashed by the void storm in order to protect this homeland, but her efforts were in vain. Because... we still failed to defend it, and countless demons poured in from the abyss. Luo Yanmo, giant bull demon, eight-armed snake demon, abyss gnoll, abyss petitioner, iron cavalry demon..."

The white ball of light was silent for a long time, and the deep voice revealed a strong sadness: "There are too many of them, and they rushed to this insight plane like a raging torrent. Our floating city fell, and the Golem Legion also The entire army was wiped out, and many tower owners also fell with the collapsed tower... In short, in that desperate war, we lost everything."

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to provoke your sadness." Thorne put his hand on the dim light and apologized.

Unfortunately, it was just the light cast by the metal fragments on the ground, so he didn't touch anything.

"...You don't need to apologize for this. Hundreds of years have passed, and you are the first person to come here. Unfortunately, this place will be destroyed by the void storm soon...I can't see any hope anymore." The white light was a little brighter, and if it had a mouth, it was definitely a grinning expression.

"There is bound to be hope. Believe me, without a qualified night, there is no so-called real dawn. Don't give up, you will surely usher in the light." Thorne comforted.

"It's okay, enthusiastic outsider, in fact, you don't need to comfort me, because I have already seen it, and the reason why I am attached to this place is because the last instruction my master left me is to always guard this place, even if This plane was destroyed by the void storm, and I will also follow it into the dust of the universe, and this is my final destination."

There was a deep smile in the voice of the white light ball: "Enthusiastic outsider, although I don't know why you are qualified to enter here, I don't want to ask too much, because after a few simple conversations with you, It made me feel a kind of intimacy that I haven't seen for a long time, this kind of intimacy is like..."

"As if what?" Thorne's eyes flickered a few times, he seemed to have guessed something, so he immediately asked.

"It's like... it's like meeting a fellow countryman... a fellow countryman?..." The light of the white light ball seems to have dimmed suddenly due to deep thinking, and suddenly a bright white light is emitted. In the space, he suddenly roared exhaustively:

"No!...Who the **** am I? I'm not a construct! I'm a...poor outsider, why am I here?! I've already died defending Winterfell! Why am I still here?! Didn't I say I can go back?! Why..."

"...Alert!...Alert!"

"...insufficient energy!...insufficient energy!...deep sleep!...deep sleep!"

With the final roar of the ball of light, the surroundings instantly fell into deathly silence and darkness, and a series of icy metal alarms also rang out.

"What happened in the turbulent year?"

Thorne stood up and saluted the palm-sized metal parts on the ground. Looking at the floating city ravaged by the space storm, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Then continue to walk in the direction of the floating city.

Although he had brought this sleeping metal part back to the town of Falls, the other party said that he would stay here forever, so he did not want to violate the last obsession of this construct.