kingnovel Chapter 1090 The Sand City Inside the Tortoise Shell
Chapter 1090 The Sand City Inside the Tortoise Shell
Wu Hen and Lin Qiye exchanged a glance, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.
“Starcoins…the only clue Gilgamesh gave before he went mad.”
Wu Hen calmly analyzed the situation.
"This thing is either the key to entering the sea eye or the key to unlocking the treasure vault. Without it, we're essentially locked out."
"Who said we have to go through the main entrance?" Lin Qiye curled his lips into a roguish smile.
"That old madman said the treasure vault was just placed there 'by chance,' which proves that the treasure vault and the suppression of the sea eye are two different things."
"We can't go into the sea eye, so what about the turtle shell?"
Wu Hen's eyes lit up: "You mean..."
"Go back, kick the door down!"
On the boundless forbidden sea, giant waves surged.
The continental turtle island continued to move slowly, with countless thick vines raging wildly in the sea, strangling any creature that approached.
Two figures tore through space and reappeared above Turtle Island.
"Again?" Wu Hen looked at the devastating scene below and felt a chill run down his spine. "Last time, we were almost turned to smithereens by these vines."
"Last time is last time, this time is this time." Lin Qiye hovered in the air, his eyes slightly closed.
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure swept down from him!
The Tyrant's Wrath!
That was not an impact of energy, nor a suppression of the spirit, but an absolute majesty originating from the hierarchy of life!
It was as if an ancient god had descended, overlooking his territory.
In an instant, the entire sea area froze.
The raging waves subsided, the churning seawater froze, and even the wildly waving vines...
It was like a venomous snake being choked, frozen in mid-air, trembling.
The enormous Xuanming King Turtle slowly raised its mountain-like head from the sea.
For the first time, a clear emotion—fear—was revealed in those ancient and murky eyes.
It sensed that oppressive aura, a power capable of utterly annihilating it.
"Be good, don't move." Lin Qiye spoke calmly, his voice clearly carrying across the desolate sea.
He and Wu Hen slowly descended, landing steadily on the tortoise shell.
The surface of the tortoise shell is not smooth, but covered with grooves and cracks, like a cracked earth.
The two quickly found a bottomless crevice at the junction of a huge armor plate.
"It seems this is the real entrance." Wu Hen glanced at the crack, then looked up at Lin Qiye.
"Your abilities are becoming increasingly unreasonable."
"So-so, but it'll take care of anyone who dares to challenge me." Lin Qiye smiled and jumped into the deep darkness first.
The two fell for a long time before finally landing on solid ground.
There was no magnificent splendor as I had imagined, no mountains of treasures.
Beneath our feet lay scorching yellow sand and gravel.
Above, there was a gray "sky" with a "sun" emitting a faint light hanging high above it.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast, boundless sea of sand.
"Damn, is this the Treasury of Kings? Did that old bastard Gilgamesh teleport us to the Sahara?" Lin Qiye was dumbfounded.
Wu Hen's expression was equally solemn. He grabbed a handful of sand, which dripped through his fingers.
“The sand is real, the temperature is real… but this is inside the tortoise shell, a separate space.” He pointed into the distance, “Look there.”
In the center of the desert, an enormous, unimaginably large blue cube floats silently in mid-air.
It did not move or make any sound, like an eternal coordinate, defining the center of this space.
"What is this? Performance art?" Lin Qi-ye complained.
"Go over and have a look."
As soon as Wu Hen finished speaking, Lin Qiye whistled, and a golden cloud appeared out of thin air.
It carried the two of them into the sky, heading straight for the blue cube.
The Somersault Cloud is extremely fast, instantly tearing through the sky.
However, just as they approached within a kilometer of the cube, a sudden change occurred!
"call out--!"
Three beams of light suddenly shone from three different directions in the desert, rushing straight towards the two people on the somersault cloud with speeds exceeding those of lightning!
One was a strange bird, entirely silver-white, with wings as sharp as knives.
One of them was a blood-red spear exuding an ominous aura, its tip pointing directly at Lin Qi-ye's heart.
The last one was a pair of unwearable flying leather boots, which followed closely behind the somersault cloud, like a shadow!
"Damn it! There's an ambush!" Lin Qiye's expression changed, and he immediately urged his somersault cloud to accelerate.
The speed of the somersault cloud soared to its limit, leaving streaks of afterimage in the air as it tried to shake off its pursuers.
Although the silver bird and the blood spear were fast, they always kept a distance from them and could not really catch up.
But the strangest thing was those flying boots.
"Something's wrong!" Wu Hen turned around and his expression changed drastically. "Lin Qiye, those boots are getting closer!"
Lin Qiye also noticed the problem: the faster the Somersault Cloud went, the closer the boots followed, as if their speed was fueling each other!
"What kind of crazy setting is this? The faster you go, the faster it catches up?" Lin Qiye cursed. "This is fucking illogical!"
"Don't judge the things here by common sense!" Wu Hen shouted.
"These divine artifacts have been nurtured here for countless millennia, and have long since developed their own sentience, and even... their own rules!"
A sudden realization dawned on Lin Qiye, and he instantly understood.
"Damn it, are you trying to cheat us?"
He suddenly stepped onto the somersault cloud.
"Stop! Get off!"
The somersault cloud vanished instantly, and the two plummeted straight down from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the soft sand.
Having lost their target, the three divine artifacts circled once in the air.
The silver bird let out a reluctant cry, the blood spear hummed, and the flying boots paused briefly above their heads.
Seemingly finding it boring, the three of them transformed into three streams of light, each returning to the depths of the desert and disappearing from sight.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen knelt on the ground, panting heavily.
"That scared me to death..." Lin Qiye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"The guard dog in this treasure vault is even more sinister than that turtle outside."
"They're not watchdogs." Wu Hen stood up, brushed the sand off his clothes, and looked warily in the direction where the artifact had disappeared.
"They are more like... captive hunters."
They are only interested in fast-moving 'prey'; our walking doesn't fit their hunting rules.
“Okay, let’s go over there.” Lin-ye also stood up. He realized that in this godforsaken place, he couldn’t play by the rules.
The two abandoned flying and began trekking through this boundless sea of sand.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, just when they were about to despair, a black line appeared at the end of the horizon.
That's a wall.
A dark, shadowy wall that seemed to swallow up light.
The two looked at each other and quickened their pace.
As they drew closer, a magnificent and ancient black city came into full view before them.
The city's style is completely different from modern architecture, full of ancient and rugged beauty.
It bears a striking resemblance to the city-state of Uruk described in the Epic of Gilgamesh.
“A city… how could there be a city here?” Wu Hen’s voice was filled with shock.
"It seems that Gilgamesh's treasure trove is not filled with gold and silver..."
Lin Qiye's gaze deepened, "It's the city, or rather, the people in the city."
Just then, the tightly closed black city gate creaked open with a loud thud and slowly opened inward.
Several burly men dressed in coarse linen clothes and resembling ancient people carried several huge wooden barrels out of the city.
They walked in one direction with indifferent expressions and bulging muscles.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen held their breath instantly.
"Keep up!" Lin Qiye shouted in a low voice.
His figure blended into the shadows, and Wu Hen also used a secret technique, the two of them like two invisible wisps of green smoke, silently trailing behind the group of burly men.
They wanted to see who these people were, the guardians of the treasure.
Or... slaves imprisoned here?
As they followed the burly men further and further away from the city gate,
The massive black city gate behind them slowly closed with a muffled rumble.
The sandstorm swept through, completely covering the last gap in the city gate.
It's as if two eras have been separated.
The burly men seemed oblivious, continuing to carry the wooden buckets silently toward a place deep in the desert.
There, something seemed to be waiting for them.