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Chapter 264 - 194: The Underground Wall (Part 2)

But thinking about it afterward, it seemed normal. Even on Blue Star, ancient tombs discovered by officials often showed signs of looting. The Terracotta Army at the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor wasn't spared, let alone the remnants of spacecraft that could massively boost 'productivity' and lead to 'technological explosions.'

Almost two thousand years had passed, and remnants with significant value, like the Mithril Energy Core, had been almost completely excavated. What remained had either corroded over time or fallen to these indigenous desert dwellers, who only got the scraps.

Just as David was about to burrow back to the surface, perhaps because he had delved deep enough underground, he suddenly felt his Magic Power draining away!

The sensation was incredibly faint, but a dragon's blood, inherently suffused with Magic Power, is extraordinarily sensitive to such things.

Could there be a functioning Myst Energy Core still operational? David was initially delighted and quickly moved toward the source of the sensation.

The closer he got, the more pronounced the feeling of draining Magic Power became, gradually leading David to dismiss the idea of a 'Myst Energy Core.'

As far as he knew, the Mithril Energy Core, also known by the Neisser people as the Mana Fountain, theoretically drew Mana Energy from the deep conduits of the Astral Plane via the Magical Net. It would then supply Magic Power to nearby constructs or even Arcanists, somewhat analogous to the theoretical 'Gravitational Wave Energy' on Blue Star.

A device theoretically meant to supply Mana Energy, siphoning with such force, would drain a Red Dragon dry if it got too close, let alone a human.

Draining magic?

Could it be the legendary Phelinom Moak?! When this possibility crossed David's mind, his scales bristled.

Although he had never encountered such a creature, even based on information circulating between planes, a being capable of draining magic from a distance was the absolute bane of Spellcasters, and dragons were likely no exception.

It was just as rumored: the Phelinom Moak could supposedly nullify an Arcanist's Ioleum Longevity Spell, causing instant death. Dragons, after all, were magical creatures.

The Magic Power in their blood played a role analogous to glucose for human red blood cells.

Dragons can survive in magic-deprived environments but cannot live entirely devoid of Magic Power. If their Magic Power were drained rapidly, it could theoretically lead to weakness, dizziness, or even cardiac arrhythmia. For a dragon of adult size and weight, it might even render flight impossible.

For a fleeting moment, David even felt the urge to turn back.

But as he drew closer, deep underground, tens of kilometers down, David finally, vaguely, 'saw' a wall.

Or more precisely, a sphere.

This sphere was immense; from David's perspective as a dragon, it initially seemed to stretch beyond sight.

It was semi-translucent. David circled a great distance before confirming that the sphere's diameter likely exceeded seventy kilometers.

David's curiosity instantly flared.

He cast every spell he could, like the Eagle Eye Spell, to extend his vision to its absolute limit before he could finally see it clearly. It wasn't a single entity but countless tall, slender, semi-translucent creatures heaped together—an utterly repulsive sight.

What did it resemble? It was somewhat like the sphere of corpses the Bone King encountered in *Overlord*. However, unlike that mass composed of millions of bodies, the form and structure of the creatures before him were entirely beyond David's comprehension.

What on earth is this thing?

Perhaps because David had been observing them for too long, the creatures suddenly opened their myriad eyes in unison. The abrupt, terrifying spectacle startled David so badly he almost instinctively cast an Advanced Teleportation Spell.

However, to David's surprise, the creatures showed no intention of attacking him. They made no sound, yet David felt a ripple of 'force' wash over his scales.

It seemed to be urging him to 'leave,' to get away from there.

PFFT! David burst from the desert sand with some 'odds and ends' he had gathered. His ability to move through the earth as effortlessly as a legendary 'earth-burrowing spirit' left the Bedouin tribesmen agape, further convinced that these beings were divine messengers, and they kowtowed repeatedly.

"How was the haul?" Dragon Dad asked, casually examining the items David brought back. He seemed quite interested in a civilization that had once created marvels like the Sky City.

"Rotten luck!" David grumbled, his face etched with displeasure as he recounted what he had seen and heard.

"Isn't that perfectly normal? If such a ruin existed on Elariya, our Dragon Island would have likely plundered it completely long ago."

Attilicia initially chuckled reassuringly, but her expression turned serious after David described the 'sphere.' "Since it's an unknown," she said, "we should avoid getting too close for now. Perhaps some 'awakened' Neisser people will know more about it in the future." The source of thɪs content is NoveI[F]

David certainly understood this reasoning. He was even somewhat relieved that the creatures had shown no hostile intent; otherwise, the situation could have been genuinely perilous.

In this world, strength and size often go hand-in-hand.

For instance, dragons grow stronger as they grow larger, much like how a human from a significantly heavier weight class could potentially kill another with a single punch.

Consider also certain abominations: if large enough, aren't they all immensely powerful, capable of cleaving mountains with a single blow? Even some deities wouldn't dare provoke them lightly.