After walking out of the exhibition room, Loran Hill came to another room on the side.
As soon as I entered the room, the first thing I saw was a model of a sky battleship, thousands of times smaller, floating in the center. Its matte black color evoked a sense of technology, with faint lines emerging from its surface like sophisticated circuitry. In its center stood two twin main guns, one above the other, and the angled side armor revealed emplacements for firing.
The appearance of this model reminded Loran Hill of the shapes in many science fiction concepts in the past: slender, simple, and efficient.
On the surrounding walls were bookshelves filled with books of all sizes and shapes. Loran Hill walked over, took down a book, and opened it to read.
Many of the documents contain design sketches and conceptual foundations from the time of development, detailing the construction and operation of this sky battleship. Even with the excavations from the Twilight Age, numerous improvements, optimizations, and compromises were made to better adapt to the manufacturing capabilities of this era.
It can be seen that the creation of the sky battleship by the Land of Oz was only the first step, and their greater goal was to build ships for interstellar travel, ready to sail into space and explore the galaxy and the universe.
After a long time, Loran Hill walked out of this room and opened a room on the right. There were also many books here, but unlike before, they were clearly arranged by year. The bookshelves were also marked with the dates of different eras.
Loran Hill picked up a few books and opened them, flipping through the text and drawings inside, and then opened a few more books to look at.
These books documented many early prototypes of magical technology, the forks and ideas encountered during its gradual development, and the choices and progress of history. Like a clear thread, they told the story of the magical order's rise from its humble beginnings to its flourishing and comprehensive development.
Reading the stories of these masters and pioneers in history can't help but make one's heart surge. Many of them have indeed dedicated their lives to research and development.
This also made Loran Hill sigh, lamenting the ruthlessness of time and the changes in people's hearts. Even the country that was once full of hope has gradually fallen into extremes and slowly degenerated.
After losing the witch Dorothy, the descendants of Oz lost not only a pioneer of the magic sequence, but also their long-time helmsman, so that in the end, this group of wizards' descendants slowly lost themselves in the ocean of technology and knowledge, and no longer had the clear vision of the past.
After walking out of the room, Loran Hill turned to the door in the middle, but strangely, this door could not be opened. In Loran Hill's perception, there was solid soil and rock behind the door, and no room.
Suppressing her curiosity and confusion for the moment, she came to the last room in the corner.
The door is surrounded by unique golden patterns, and a precisely cut obsidian is inlaid above the main door, symbolizing its owner's fate with the color black.
After holding her hand on the handle, suddenly, a strange cool feeling spread along the handle to her arm, and in the girl's eyes, her fingers instantly turned crystalline white.
A familiar and dangerous power surged into my heart.
Oh no, it's a trap. But in this critical situation, she has no chance to escape.
Bright starlight suddenly rose in the light blue pupils, and then there was a loud bang. Loran Hill broke free, took a few steps back, and half-crouched on the ground.
When she looked up again, a white crystal statue appeared in front of her.
The statue looked exactly like him, a life-size replica. It was gripping the door handle in astonishment, not moving.
She gasped with lingering fear, then touched her neck and found that the pendant that Titus had given her was broken.
Recalling Titus's warning before she left, the pendant had protected him from this attack. It was like a phantom replacement, replacing the shadow with himself, taking the place of the crystallized petrification, while he briefly became a shadow, freed from this curse.
When she calmed down and stood up again, the statue of herself in front of her had turned into gray-white crystalline powder and piled on the ground.
Every witch should not be underestimated. After all, power is more conceptual than supernatural strength. Luo Lanxier muttered to himself, then stepped back more than ten steps. A blood-red spear emerged from the air.
She clutched the hairpin Trinasha had left her in her hand and launched the spear.
Sure enough, when the spear hit the door, it instantly crystallized and turned into snow-white salt grains.
However, the more he tried to stop her, the more he became more eager to find out the truth.
She condensed the blood-red spears again, and this time it was not just one, but nearly a hundred spears emerged from the void, aimed at the front, and shot out densely.
Like a flash of red light, red marks cut through the underground space and shot into the walls and door frames.
The snow-white color continued to emerge, and the surrounding walls were further cut. In the end, only a single door frame was left in place. The surrounding walls, which were more than 3 meters thick, all collapsed, revealing the small space at the back.
Carefully passing the cursed door, Loranhill arrived at the room at the back.
If it weren't for the destruction just now, this would probably be a very warm room, she thought.
The room was simply decorated, and the furniture was mostly light blue and white. Judging from the furnishings inside, it was probably a bedroom, and it should be quite old. Loran Hill could see some signs of wear and tear on the corners.
Is this where Dorothy used to live? She couldn't help but wonder, looking at the familiar dressing table. She walked over and unconsciously opened the drawer, as if it was instinctive.
The diary that appeared in the drawer seemed to respond to the familiar feeling in my mind.
Sure enough, Dorothy also left her own records. Was this due to Lagertis's teaching or her unconscious imitation?
With a nostalgic heart, Loran Hill touched the diary inlaid with black gemstones. She turned it over and read the note on the back of the diary. Her eyes widened slightly.
If you were to see this note and diary, it would mean I'm gone. It's such a shame. There were so many things I wanted to do, but it's a shame I can't see them anymore. Even so, I'm leaving this diary behind, hoping someone else will come along and fulfill my unfulfilled dreams.
If you want to break free from the fog of history and see the truth behind it.
Then recite this activation spell aloud, and I will tell you the cruel truth of this world.]
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