Chapter 1317: The Unlucky Transmigrant
That was a very strange thing to say.
As though he had been here before, but had lost his memories.
Meng Chao had no time to dwell on such details.
He merely followed behind the Wolf King, spiraling outward clockwise as they explored, leaving no trace on the ground overlooked.
The magical cataclysm three thousand years ago had nearly destroyed everything.
All the war machines and the corpses of Supreme Experts had turned into ashes as fine as sand, then been sucked into the Magic Storm, leaving not even a fingernail-sized fragment at the bottom of the Giant Cave.
However, the extreme heat at the instant of the cataclysm had pierced through the war machines and the Supreme Experts' bodies, leaving behind countless bizarre silhouettes on the ground.
It was as though mechanical wreckage and human tissue had been pressed as thin as cicada wings and deeply branded into the floor.
By now, it was impossible to tell whether these silhouettes had belonged to Holy Light Priests, Nine Ring Magicians, or Supreme Experts among the Turan Orcs.
Nor could they tell whether the remnants were flesh or machinery.
Meng Chao and the Wolf King could only imagine the terror of that explosion from the silhouettes' frenzied movements and poses of extreme agony.
After suffering such a terrifying explosion, the Holy Mountain Temple naturally could not have emerged unscathed.
Starting directly beneath the Eye of the Storm, the two had made only three to five circles outward before discovering countless pitted marks across the ground.
Interestingly, these deeply sunken marks did not resemble ordinary shell craters or meteor craters, exposing rough rock strata. Nor did they have the glassy texture of soil scorched by extreme heat.
Instead, they looked as though layers upon layers of metals