"What is this place?"
"Be on guard! Everyone be on guard!"
"I'm injured! Where's the Medusa? I'm injured!"
With the previous two teleportations as an example, none of the Demons dared to underestimate the danger of the dark space that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
They were afraid that some man-eating vines or ferocious magical beasts would appear around them. They raised their swords and sabers high, and the steam auxiliary propulsion system on their armor spurted out powerful air currents. Magic surged the sharpness of their swords and sabers three to five meters away, illuminating a small space.
Unexpectedly, the surroundings were deathly still, and not a single sound could be heard.
The ground under her feet was not soft and moist humus, but real metal.
Theresa looked down and found that it should be the deck of a gigantic warship from ten million years ago.
After ten million years of erosion, the deck was still as bright as new. Apart from a thin layer of dust, there was not the slightest trace of rust. Even the words engraved on the ground could be seen clearly.
Unfortunately, these words were a variant of the Primitive Civilization's words, and they used a large number of abbreviated terms exclusive to the fleet. Theresa looked at them for a long time but could not make sense of them.
The Demons who had survived the disaster gradually realized that this space was different from the previous two. It did not seem to be dangerous — at least, there was no danger of survival.
They whispered and braced themselves to spread out, exploring the surroundings and looking for the last teleportation formation that led to the Dark Red Palace.
Soon, as they released magic lanterns that automatically floated in the air, the surrounding environment was illuminated.
This should be the warehouse of a colossal giant, or some kind of workshop.
There were countless black containers all around, as well as all kinds of conveyor belts and assembly lines.
Hundreds of mechanical arms were lined up on both sides of the assembly lines. Others might not recognize them, but Theresa could tell that these multi-functional mechanical arms were used for maintenance or assembly.
"What is this?"
She was about to take a closer look when the Demons cried out in surprise.
Theresa held Princess Summer's hand. Together with Dragon Girl Hera and Mercenary Commander Natasha, they followed Black Jack to take a look. They saw several strong-armed demons opening a container and moving out the goods inside.
No, to be more precise, they were not the ones who opened them. Instead, the containers had been damaged during the cataclysm thousands of years ago. The goods and parts inside were scattered all over the ground, and they only needed to pick them up.
One of the Strong-Armed Demons picked up a cylindrical object. After fumbling with it for a while, he put it on his wrist.
The Strongarm Race was originally the race that was best at maintenance and modification in the Bloody Battle Demon World, and they especially liked to use tools.
They might be the descendants of the maintenance workers of the fleet in the past. Many ancient technologies were engraved deep in their genes, and they had an almost instinctive ability to control the inheritance of their ancestors.
When Theresa ran over, she happened to see the strong-armed Demon Cultivator fumbling around and pressing some unknown mechanism, causing a green halo to appear on the surface of the cylinder.
The halo continued to flicker, gradually turning from light green to dark green, from dark green to orange, and from orange to dark red. The frequency at which it flickered also increased.
"Not good!"
Theresa's pupils suddenly shrank.
Of course, she recognized what it was. It was a f * cking hand cannon specially used for anti-landing operations inside warships and for hand-to-hand combat in small spaces!
"Get down!"
Theresa hurriedly pulled Princess A Xia, Dragon Lady Hera, and Mercenary Captain Natasha.
"Boom!"
Just as she pulled the three people down, the hand cannon controlled by the Strong-Armed Demon Race released a dazzling ball of plasma. It narrowly brushed past the heads of the many demons and shot into a huge container on the opposite side.
This Strong-Armed Demon Race didn't expect the hand cannon's power and recoil to be so strong. He was sent flying by the cannonball. With a "crack" sound, the internal parts of his arm were damaged.
Fortunately, the arms of the Strong-Armed Demon Race were man-made with many kinds of magic devices embedded in them. They could be repaired even if they were damaged.
Holding his arm, he didn't have the slightest expression of pain on his face. Instead, he stared at the damaged container in a daze.
A huge hole had appeared on the container, and a large piece of thick metal had been melted.
"This is … a Divine Artifact, a Divine Artifact!"
The Demon Race, who had experienced the collapse of civilization and the loss of technology, had fallen to the point of returning to the age of steam. When had they ever seen such an authentic super weapon?
Suddenly, the Strong-Armed Demon Cultivator held the hand cannon and danced with joy, shouting and shouting excitedly.
"Divine Artifact, Divine Artifact, Divine Artifact!"
This place seemed to be an arsenal that had been sealed for thousands of years. Many demons were around, and they had all picked up the authentic weapons of the Primitive Race.
They had never seen such a marvelous primeval technology before. As the plasma, mystic rays, and magic energy burst out, deafening thunderous noises echoed everywhere. The containers were all opened violently. Awed by the dazzling array of weapons, they were all intoxicated and rushed into the containers in a panic.
"Why are there so many advanced weapons hidden in the depths of the Bloody Battle Demon Realm?"
Princess Summer and the others were all shocked. They looked at Theresa and said, "Let's pick up some weapons to defend ourselves too. We don't know what kind of dangers are hidden in the crimson palace!"
Before they knew it, they had already regarded Theresa as their backbone.
"Just pick up a few of them. Let's hurry up and find the teleportation array."
Theresa had seen a lot of things in her life. She wouldn't really regard those defensive weapons as "divine weapons".
For some reason, she had a feeling that there were still unseen dangers hidden in the darkness around her that were even more terrifying than the previous two sealed spaces.
"Why?"
The girls were slightly startled. They didn't expect Theresa to be so calm and not be bewitched by the ancient divine artifacts at all.
This was especially so for the female mercenary leader, Natasha. She was a battle maniac. Seeing the incredible power of the miniature magic cannons and chainswords, she was eager to try them out. "We need even more powerful weapons. Look, those demons have already opened many containers. They seem to be hiding very advanced armors and steel giants even larger than the armors!"
"I know," Theresa said impatiently.
"But it's useless. The test of the crimson palace won't be so simple. It's definitely not something you can pass just because you're equipped with chainswords or advanced magic armors.
"Also, the last space before entering the crimson palace is actually an arsenal that has been sealed for a long time. Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?
"For some reason, I feel that the test of the crimson palace has already begun. If we want to pass the test, we shouldn't be bewitched by these weapons!"
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