Who says a sickly daughter can’t break through the weirdness?

Well, the problem is coming.

What exactly is this magic circle?

Or, who created it?

"Qiyin, you, you look at those!!"

Just as Shen Qinyin was lost in thought, Tang Miao's exclamation brought her back to reality again.

She looked forward following the other party's scream and immediately showed a look of horror.

At the edge of this circular area, a large number of parts made of special metals are scattered.

Some were shattered armor, some were twisted metal limbs, and some were broken weapons and engine parts.

Seeing these things, even if she used her toes, Shen Qiyin could figure out what these metal scraps were.

This is clearly a component of a large mecha!!

These parts vary in size and shape, and were obviously disassembled from a variety of different mechas.

Some of the mecha parts are extremely large in shape, and there are even metal skeletons and arms that are more than ten meters high. They are obviously the wreckage of some kind of war machine!

With human technology, it is absolutely impossible to build a giant mecha of this level.

So, who built these mechas? And how did they appear in such a place?

Chapter 165 Ancient Civilizations, Nuclear Weapons, and Sacrifice

Shen Qinyin's eyes swept over the scattered metal parts.

The size and shape of these parts have exceeded the weapon design logic of existing human technology. It can even be said that their existence itself has surpassed the scope of conventional technology.

Those metal skeletons that are more than ten meters high are covered with complex patterns on the surface, which seem to be the flow paths of some kind of energy.

The damaged and broken weapon parts add a sense of mystery that cannot be explained by scientific principles compared to traditional hard-core science fiction.

Its working principle does not seem to be to convert conventional energy, such as electrical energy and thermal energy, into attack potential energy for launch, but to be supplied by some kind of energy that does not come from the earth.

To put it bluntly, these weapons use psychic energy as a means of charging to attack.

"What on earth are these mechas?"

Shen Qiyin murmured softly, her tone revealing uncontrollable shock and confusion.

Tang Miao walked past her and came to one of the broken parts that looked like a mechanical arm, and gently stroked it with her fingers.

"This, these are absolutely not something humans, or even our current technological system, can understand."

She said with great conviction, "Qiyin, look at the design of these skeletons. Their proportions and structure are completely ergonomic. Can something like this really stand and walk?"

Shen Qinyin did not answer. Her eyes were still fixed on the scattered metal parts, and her mind was quickly analyzing their possible meaning and threats.

She knew that what Tang Miao said was not wrong. The design and structure of these things were indeed beyond her understanding, and no engineering logic on earth could explain it clearly.

After a while, Shen Qiyin turned around and said to everyone with a serious expression: "Okay, now I have two guesses about the origins of these weapons and this 'magic circle'.

First, this is a masterpiece of aliens. After all, only alien creations can explain it. Of course, it may also be researched by qualified people.

The problem is, if those with current qualifications could develop these things, they wouldn't be so powerless against the Black Tide and the Tide of Strange Beasts."

Lin Qiutang nodded in agreement and asked, "What's your second guess?"

"Well..."

Shen Qiyin cast her gaze upon the complex runes that looked familiar yet unfamiliar. After pondering for a while, she spoke, "These are technological creations of an 'ancient civilization' that was born long ago."

"Ancient civilization?" Tang Miao's mouth dropped open slightly, a look of disbelief on her face. "Qiyin, are you saying... we're standing in front of 'some historical relic'?"

"That's right." Shen Qiyin's eyes were solemn, and her tone was full of irrefutable certainty, "The creator of this civilization may have come from an ancient time that we cannot understand.

Their technological level far exceeds the current scientific limits, and they have even developed the use of psychic energy to a level that is completely beyond our reach."

"No, that's impossible." Tang Miao said, not quite believing it. "If it really is an ancient relic, why doesn't it appear in our history textbooks?

my country has a long and profound history and culture, and its archaeology is world-leading. Is it possible that after hundreds of years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, our archaeological teams have not been able to unearth any relevant clues?"

"Then think about it carefully. Could it be that there hasn't been any strange resurrection or doomsday in the past few thousand years?"

"Uh......"

"Obviously, these things only appeared slowly after the apocalypse, just like the white flame ore. Such non-existent elemental minerals have never been found on Earth before.

Besides, how can you be so sure that no such relics have been discovered in the past? Remember the Doomsday sects? They were the religions that performed rituals involving mysterious powers decades before the apocalypse?

Now I can be sure that someone knew about the fog, strange beasts, entities and other things that do not exist on Earth long before the apocalypse came."

Shen Qinyin's words were like a series of bombs, exploding one after another in Tang Miao's ears.

Tang Miao even felt dizzy. The doomsday worldview that he had just established was hit to a new low at this moment.

"So, there really was a civilization in this world that we cannot understand. They left behind these relics, and this technology was also used by them to resist the apocalypse."

Lin Qiutang said this, summarizing Shen Qinyin's speculation.

"That's what I meant."

Shen Qinyin nodded slightly and her gaze fell on the metal parts again.

Her eyes were deep and calm, as if she wanted to see through the surface and perceive some hidden truth.

After a while, she calmly said something that was "deafening" to others:

"I'm going to take these back and use them to upgrade my Titan."

Everyone was stunned and looked shocked.

However, they did not object to Shen Qiyin's approach, they were just a little worried.

"Will it work? Qiyin, we don't know whether these things are dangerous..." Lin Qiutang expressed concern.

Shen Qiyin responded decisively: "We have to try it to know. These things may very well be the turning point for us to break through the current difficulties."

"Qiyin, you have to think carefully!" Tang Miao stared at the damaged mechanical parts with concern, his voice trembling. "Remember those mysterious humanoid creatures that attacked us? They have some kind of instinctive consciousness!

These parts might have the same consciousness. Will they wake up and steal our Titans? "

"Don't worry, although these ancient technologies are mysterious and powerful, my abilities are not to be underestimated."

Shen Qiyin said quite confidently.

No matter what ancient civilization it is, or whether it has self-awareness, as long as my laptop is upgraded, all these things will be "formatted" for me.

What Titan currently lacks most is the weapon system. If this thing can be used as material for upgrading, then her Titan can evolve into a real killing weapon.

After making up her mind, Shen Qiyin picked and chose from the pile of scrapped weapon parts, and finally took away a weapon that looked like a beam energy gun and a relatively complete greatsword.

Both of these things are quite heavy. If it weren't for the fact that my use of telekinesis is now much better than before, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to carry away these things, each of which weighs several tons.

Even so, Shen Qiyin still relied on the help of others to barely carry the weapon outside.

As for the door hidden underground and the magic circle behind the door that controls the mysterious humanoid soldiers, Shen Qinyin has not been able to figure out anything at the moment. She can only take pictures of the runes and magic circles to see if she can encounter similar things in the future.

Or, wait until everyone has more experience and then come back to look for clues.

The psychic response of that magic circle was so terrifying that the highest value actually reached 22000!

The Black Tide clone that mutated some time ago had a psychic reaction value that fluctuated around 8000. In other words, if that thing could be brought into this magic circle, it would be very likely that it could be completely destroyed with the help of the magic circle.

Unfortunately, Shen Qiyin couldn't understand the principle of this mysterious magic circle, so naturally she couldn't move it or do anything else.

However, she had a hunch that there must be more than one mysterious ruins like this in the country, and there might be other ruins hidden in various places that have not yet been discovered by humans.

After returning to Titan, everyone took off their heavy anti-radiation protective suits, washed themselves thoroughly with water from the tank, and asked Xiaoxiang to carefully check his physical condition to make sure there was no residual radiation.

Then, Shen Qiyin consumed her own mental energy to replenish some of Titan's power.

After doing all this, she was already quite exhausted. There were still three hours before sunrise. After discussion, everyone decided to rest on the spot and leave the desert after sunrise.

......

Jingzhou City, the western Kuroshio front.

The steel defense line was shaken by the flames of war, and traces of corrosion by the black tide still remained on the charred city walls.

The air was filled with pungent gunpowder smoke, and a smell like burning flesh and blood spread across the battlefield.

Behind the defense line, the makeshift shelters were brightly lit and seemed peaceful, but everyone knew that this calm was just the silence before the storm.

Outside the defense line, a black tide, illuminated by the firelight, surged endlessly under the cover of night.

They slowly approached the defense line, then retreated under the sudden onslaught of white flames.

The battle continued to repeat this scene almost all night long.

The soldiers on the steel defense line were already exhausted. Sweat mixed with smoke and dust ran down their faces. Their skin was bluish-gray under the gas masks, and their eyes, which were exposed from the edges of the masks, were bloodshot.

Despite this, they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Because behind the defense line, there are still hundreds of thousands of civilians who are temporarily housed and have not yet been evacuated.

A few days ago, the higher-ups said they would tighten their defenses and gradually withdraw troops and refugees from the Gyeonggi-do region, and a significant number of troops were subsequently withdrawn.

Because of this, the pressure on the front line suddenly increased several times.

A soldier threw away the used White Flame in his hand, reached into the bag with his right hand, and wanted to take out a new White Flame Type I, but found nothing.

The supplies have been exhausted...

He turned his head and was about to report to the platoon leader when he suddenly felt his throat tighten, as if something invisible was stuck in his trachea, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This is a feeling of oppression that cannot be described in words. A kind of mental confusion that makes people doubt whether they are still thinking makes the soldiers' thoughts become rigid and stagnant.

[Tired, huh? Hard, huh? Give up resistance, accept me, embrace me, and embrace the glorious change...]

A voice suddenly sounded, and the soldier subconsciously turned his head to look, but the next second he realized that it was not a real voice and did not come from the air.

It appeared directly in the soldier's own mind, like a sharp awl, drilling straight into his nerves.

On the other side, a young soldier's hand shook, and the incendiary agent sprayed directly onto his own people. The entire team was instantly burned, and screams rang out on the battlefield.

The black tide surged and rolled non-stop, like a boiling black swamp, swallowing up the remains of the soldiers that had just been ignited by flames.

"Damn it! Cognitive pollution! That thing is getting closer!!"

The platoon leader in charge was horrified upon seeing this scene. He opened his mouth and roared at the soldiers around him, "Everyone, retreat! Stay calm and don't let that thing take advantage of you!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

More strange voices mixed into their channel and penetrated into their minds:

"The Black Tide calls us... You can't escape... You have no choice... Pollution is perfect, accept the glorious evolution..."

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers suddenly dropped their weapons, staring blankly at the black tide that appeared under the firelight, and staggered towards it like bewitched livestock.

Their steps were stiff, and they kept muttering, "The Black Tide...it's right, we should be a part of it..."

Within seconds of their bodies approaching the black tide, their skin quickly turned pitch black, as if completely covered in ink. Then their movements became distorted, they lost their minds, and became completely contaminated walking corpses.

At the same time, in the command post far behind, Li Huaiyuan tapped the table lightly, frowning slightly, as if waiting for something.

After a while, there was a knock on the office door and Xu Mengqiu pushed it open and walked in with a document in his hand.

"Commander Li..."

"How is it?"

"It's almost done, Commander. Project Flock has been launched and is progressing smoothly..."

"What about the approval from above?"

"Already, entering launch preparations..."

As Xu Mengqiu uttered these words, his voice trembled uncontrollably. "Commander, do we really have to do this? Is there no other way?"

"You've asked this question three times, and I've answered it three times. Now I'll answer it for the last time, Captain Xu Mengqiu—"

Li Huaiyuan slowly raised his eyes, the fatigue and calmness on his face forming a sharp contrast.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, and he pronounced the two words very strongly: "No."

The room was so quiet that one could hear Xu Mengqiu's slightly rapid breathing.

Li Huaiyuan rubbed his forehead, his eyes cast towards the distant firelight in the night outside the window, and said in a low voice: "Xu Mengqiu, you know what this means, and you also know why we have no choice."

Xu Mengqiu's throat tightened, and his hands were clenched in front of him, his knuckles turning white.