Chapter 1444: 179: Central Grand Altar

Capítulo 1444: Chapter 179: Central Grand Altar

The sky behind him was still that deep blue, his breath turning to ice, biting cold, but the face towards the cave entrance…

felt a warm breeze gently brushing against it.

“Heh heh.”

Sigler Palm squinted, revealing a gentle smile.

That smile was his signature, but if you looked closely, you’d find… confidence, intoxication, and satisfaction deep in his pupils.

In the intelligence he possessed, there was no one in this universe more prepared than he was.

This ruin was naturally open to him.

The most valuable treasure in this ruin belonged to him.

It represented the peak strength of the Luqin Universe.

In that cataclysm of life, countless powerful civilizations’ legacies were buried.

And what he needed to do was to bring these things back into the light of day.

“A whole century of preparation… finally waiting until today, giving up so many mundane things along the way, I knew…”

“You must be inside.”

At this moment, for the first time, a kind of sacral light shimmered in Sigler Palm’s eyes, which had always maintained their pride.

There was more than one entrance to the cave on this mountain, and to exaggerate, not just dozens.

But Sigler was staring straight at this particular cave.

He opened his palm, and there was… a dragon scale!

The scale was very similar to the one in Mu Fan’s hand, but on closer inspection, it was different.

The reverse scale torn from Evil Wing was patterned like mica, while this dragon scale was as immaculate as newly forged, seemingly man-made.

If inspected under a microscope, one would surely discover countless ancient carvings on Sigler’s dragon scale, resembling the totems of some ancient race.

Precision nano-level engraving!

“Come with me.”

With a faint command, Sigler entered without any concern about potential dangers inside, leading the way.

Two men in black armor, around forty years old, exchanged glances, nodded, picked up a saber each, and followed.

The Iris Family for this relic moved two entire elite Mechanic units.

Like those Star Annihilation Ships capable of damaging SSS-level mechas, they deployed a true fleet of three hundred and twenty ships.

Entering the Ancient Relic, only three of them remained until now.

The difficulty of acquiring the treasure… can be imagined.

“There’s an entrance here, come quickly!”

Suddenly, an excited shout came from outside, drawing closer to the entrance.

Sigler Palm didn’t stop, walking forward as if he hadn’t heard.

Meanwhile, the two middle-aged men halted simultaneously, their eyes turning coldly to the rear.

“Hahaha, there is always gain after sacrifice; this relic was meant for the strong.”

In the midst of a hearty laugh, a burly figure holding a mechanical spear appeared at the cave entrance.

A square face with a flat top, a chunk missing from his left eyebrow, but the scars on his face added a bit of coldness.

As he looked towards the entrance, his eyes narrowed to pinpoints.

Raising the mechanical spear in his right arm, he assumed a guarded stance.

The two sides officially met.

“Which friends are you?”

The square-faced man asked in a low voice.

However, the two middle-aged Grandmasters had no intention to answer, parting their gaze after a split second of contact.

They flipped their sabers upside-down and charged determinately.

The blades, made of some unknown metal, sliced through the stone ground like a hot knife through butter, with no resistance!

Fiery sparks flew.

Two shadows rushed forward, intersecting fiercely.

“Daring to attack Firmament Corps… truly tired of living.”

The square-faced man’s eyes turned completely cold, taunting lightly as his spear transformed into a piercing white rainbow.

In an instant, the three figures simultaneously left afterimages, colliding thunderously.

Two more appeared at the entrance, their attire similar to the square-faced man’s, though not as burly, both wearing some fine-textured green armor.

“What’s happening…”

Boom!

A burst of gale rose from the ground.

The square-faced man stepped ten meters into the cave with his spear.

Behind him, two saber strokes intersected.

The expressions in the two men’s eyes froze, bloodlines appearing on their necks simultaneously.

In the next second, a strong gush of blood sprayed upward.

These two were beheaded as soon as they emerged.

The middle-aged Grandmasters’ figures materialized simultaneously, shaking their blades and turning with cold eyes towards the cave.

“Enter, and die.”

The two middle-aged Grandmasters said in unison.

“Very well…”

The square-faced man’s pupils turned pure black, spinning like a vortex.

The mechanical spear in his hand began to spin slowly, and a sulfurous scent mixed with the warm wind inside the cave.

The two middle-aged Grandmasters, however, were on high alert.

The square-faced man’s aura began to multiply exponentially.

Moreover, the ubiquitous sense of imminent death enwrapped them fully.

Whoosh—

Boom!

…

Drip, drip.

There were naturally formed stalactites in the cave, with snowmelt seeping from somewhere, dripping along the stone tips, resonating crisply in the cave.

Sigler walked gracefully.

He heard the commotion behind him.

The two Grandmaster guards had evidently encountered formidable foes, perhaps facing life and death threats.

This wasn’t good news for him.

But…

So what?

Even if they’re all dead, it doesn’t matter now.

“Heh heh…”

Sigler Palm stood still, slowly surveying the unexpectedly appearing plaza inside the rock.

A work of the Gods.

Anyone seeing this place would surely think of this expression first.

No one knew that inside this central snow mountain, there was such an oversized plaza, exceeding ten thousand meters in both length and width.

Like a palace, the height from top to bottom was at least three hundred meters.

This was not a natural formation.

For within his sight were twelve colossal altars, each over a hundred meters tall.

Every altar was enveloped in a giant white beam of light.

Sigler Palm stood at the entrance of this oversized plaza, as small as an ant.

But at this moment, the eyes of this ant began to glitter with an indescribable radiance.

“Exactly as recorded…”

“The ultimate secret of the Iris Family.”

“The lost Twelve Great Demon Gods can finally be restored.”

“And they’ll definitely be… stronger.”

Sigler felt his heart pounding violently.

Such oversized altars, according to the family’s ultimate secret records, represent nothing but the pinnacle creations of this universe.

The ultimate weapon of the Ancient Era—SSS-level Great Demon God Machine!

Only such ultimate weapons would be treated like this.

The sounds of fighting finally ceased in the long cave behind him.

The results seemed settled.

No voices came from the two Grandmasters.

So they died…

Doesn’t matter.

With a sacral smile on his face, Sigler Palm held the artificially appearing dragon scale in his hand, pointing sharply in a direction.

That was the nine o’clock direction on the altar arranged like clock markings!

In that giant white beam, threads of black lines flickered intermittently.

“Found… you!”

Sigler’s voice, at this moment, was frantic and fervent.