God Slayers had always possessed a distinctly recognizable style—perhaps this was related to their obsession with becoming "gods." That obsession drove them to transcend the mundane in every little detail, whether by engraving complex runes and murals onto the armor plates of their starships or installing utterly useless statues and shrines in their ship corridors. Such things were rarely seen in other civilizations.
Moreover, their runes and reliefs were themselves difficult to imitate.
Hao Ren should actually have thought of this sooner. However, he had only seen God Slayer warships before and had never seen what their buildings looked like. On top of that, the ruins in this forest had been weathered by time for many years. Even the magnificent Golden Palace had collapsed into a pile of broken walls and rubble blackened by decaying leaves and mud. Their current appearance was worlds apart from their former glory, making them difficult to identify at first glance.
But as soon as a layer of gold was applied to those gray-black ruins, their distinctive features became unmistakable.
Vivian seemed to have recognized them as well. Her expression shifted slightly, and she quietly moved closer to Hao Ren. "Did you figure it out? That race..."
"The God Slayer Clan." Hao Ren nodded lightly. "Looks like this La Rian World is truly an extraordinary place..."
The ruins before them were clearly some kind of permanent structure fixed to the ground, rather than a mobile spacecraft. This meant that whoever had left them behind had settled here. Thus, the ancient civilization mentioned in the legends of the La Rian continent was practically obvious: other than the God Slayers, there was no other answer.
So La Rian was the God Slayers' homeworld? Who would have thought this planet was so close to the Founding Star? And