Chapter 1877
Meng Chao scrambled up the wreckage of the Aerial Fortress, once grand and magnificent, as though carved from a single crystal, but now reduced to gray stone riddled with honeycomb holes, brittle and crumbling.
He saw that the core of the Aerial Fortress seemed to have been struck by the acid of a Primordial Ferocious Beast, corroded into a hole over ten meters in diameter that nearly pierced straight through it.
Around the hole were numerous humanoid protrusions, likewise grayish-white and stone-like, their surfaces covered in honeycomb holes enough to trigger trypophobia.
"Are these... the corpses of the 'ancients'?"
Meng Chao crouched before one of the humanoid protrusions.
This protrusion was four or five meters long and roughly two meters wide. Its head, torso, and limbs could still be made out—of course, all its organs had evaporated billions of years ago, and even the hardest bones had warped, like glass melted and then solidified again, stubbornly preserving traces that their owner had once existed.
There were many more such corpses.
It was as though the pilots of the Aerial Fortress, when their craft had been struck in a vital spot and was about to crash, had swarmed out through the hole that pierced from front to back, fighting to flee for their lives.
Yet they had still failed to escape the fate of fortress destroyed, people slain.
Because what they faced was not merely raging flames and a chain of explosions.
There were also Primordial Ferocious Beasts.
Beside, and even inside the chests of, quite a few "ancient" corpses, Meng Chao found traces left behind by Primordial Ferocious Beasts.
If modern monsters were amalgamations of traits from different animals, with some discernible patterns remaining—
Then the remains of these Primordial Ferocious Beasts were bizarre, indescribable, and impossible to