Therefore, we can only send real ordinary people or robots to explore, but according to my estimate, if there is no spiritual energy there, it is impossible to give birth to a life that is too dangerous..."

Speaking of this, Lao Jiang shook his head and said;

"I even suspect that there is no life there at all, but there has been civilization, look at this!"

He raised his left hand and the blue optical projection turned on.

Projecting Lao Jiang's experience of exploring in the ruined temple, the black fox watched the scenery of the new world with interest, especially when he saw the last scene.

When he saw the remains of the biological lying in the basement, which was too big but human-shaped limbs, the black fox stood up and looked carefully at the projected corpse with his hands on his back, saying:

"This thing looks like a subspecies of humanoid creatures, perhaps the legendary giant or semi-giant race, which is interesting."

"Yes, it's very interesting, so I need the explorers under my command to figure out the situation in that world as quickly as possible."

Lao Jiang snapped his fingers and said to the black fox:

"First use the ruins of the temple as the source point, find out what happened there, and let your explorers set off immediately, and Dream Company sends several street heroes on the physical side as guards.

I projected it with consciousness and guided them. Don’t waste time, start now.”

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Two hours after the wasteland time was calculated, the Black Hands' adventure team drove a heavy truck into the Maga world and met with the five street heroes selected here.

After Lao Jiang's new world array disk was opened, he drove a fully armed truck and re-entered the world.

Lao Jiang sat on Liu Hui's boss chair, projecting his thinking into that new world with the magical power of consciousness projection, and following these expedition members.

Be alert and guide them.

Lao Jiang is a good boss, and he can't do anything dirty to throw his employees in and die.

"The air content is calculated and there is enough oxygen here! The air composition is basically the same as in our world, with no toxins, no nuclear radiation, and no electromagnetic interference.

It's so pure and incredible!"

The wasteland science officer sitting in the truck exclaimed, then released several high-altitude drones to fly into the sky and explored around. At the same time, the team members also took off their oxygen supply equipment.

The gravity of this world is very weak.

They were like astronauts who landed on the moon, holding various instruments with brisk steps and starting to arrange their advance bases with quick movements.

"Discover murals! There are also alien words! Come here!"

Soon, the scientific officer who entered the wasteland with a gun and explored it made a discovery. Under his call, more than a dozen team members rushed over with various tools and rubbed the weathered murals and texts.

Just like archaeological work, these things must be sent back to the wasteland and the Maga world for research, which is the most powerful evidence of the existence of alien civilizations.

Perhaps Roger can still win something like a scientific honor like the Nobel Prize.

Lao Jiang's consciousness projection did not stay on the upper floor of the ruins, which had been weathered most of the time and could not find anything valuable. He manipulated his consciousness, crossed the thick ground, and returned to the basement.

It can be at least fifty meters deep underground.

The weathering situation is much better than on the ground. Lao Jiang hovered here and first carefully observed several remains on the ground.

These guys have become mummy-like postures, and their flesh and blood have been dried, but the corpses are preserved intact, just like humans, with eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

In fact, they are like enlarged versions of humans. According to the size of the corpse, these guys should be at least five meters tall when they are alive.

It's a true giant.

It can also be seen that they are wearing some armor similar to the Spartan and Roman styles. They include war skirts, arm guards, neck guards, and iconic sandals...

And weapons.

Metal or some kind of rock production, because the consciousness projection has no entity, Lao Jiang can only perceive its material with his divine consciousness, without any fluctuations in spiritual energy, and it looks like an ordinary material.

But this world itself prohibits spiritual energy, so it is hard to say whether these weapons are extraordinary things.

“There are still texts left here.”

Lao Jiang focused on the walls of the basement and recorded the words.

At the same time, in the office of Maga World, Lao Jiang's prosthesis with his eyes closed continued to project what he saw.

In this way of "real-time broadcast", Roger and Liu Hui show the scene of the new world.

Liu Hui was just watching the fun.

But Roger looked at it very carefully. While he was reading, he recorded the words with his chip and forwarded the data to his secretary.

Let them find language experts to decipher at the fastest speed.

These letters are obviously ruled and have a complete system. The twisting words remind the black fox of Greek letters.

But there are still differences.

It's just similar, not exactly the same, but starting from this idea, it is not difficult for language experts to decipher the content of these words.

“Huh?”

Lao Jiang swept through the walls of the dead and dark basement inch by inch. The alphabetical words seemed to record a long story with a lot of space.

But when Lao Jiang saw the deepest corner, he blinked unexpectedly and made a puzzled nasal sound. Liu Hui, who was watching this scene at the same time, also widened her eyes at this moment.

The silly monster pointed to the details of the optical projection in front of him and shouted:

"That's the text of the bitter wood realm! It's the text of our monsters! I learned it when I was a child! Boss, please let me see it."

Liu Hui's shouts were transmitted through Lao Jiang's body into Lao Jiang's soul, allowing him to hear them in the process of projection of consciousness. Then, following Liu Hui's instructions, he suspended his consciousness to the other side.

Those staggered traces like beast claws are a bit confusing and difficult to identify, but they are indeed texts of the demon clan.

The demon clan also has its own culture.

But like monsters, monsters, they are born with wild animals and don’t like to study very much. As a result, nine out of the ten monsters are raising them.

Now that it has been developed, it is really regrettable that human language is needed to communicate.

However, Liu Hui grew up in the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and was trained by the Great Elder to be a war beast. Naturally, she has learned the writing of the demon clan. Don’t look like a stupid monster.

But she is indeed a "top student" among monsters.

"Let's get closer."

Liu Hui shouted again.

She shook her tail, carefully looked at the demonic texts projected from Jiang Xia's palm, and acted as real-time translation. As Lao Jiang's eyes swept over the words, Liu Hui also said the meanings of those words word by word.

"Well, this should mean 'we', and this one, this monster is a bit ugly to write. I look at it, it seems to mean 'regret'.

The next one is ‘doing your best’, and the last one is… huh? ‘Heavenly Tribulation’?”

"Where are you who translated like this?"

Lao Jiang stopped talking. The black fox couldn't stand it first. He curled up his fingers and tapped Liu Hui on his head, saying:

"Speak together!"

"oh."

The silly monster rubbed his head, bared his teeth, and then connected and said:

"I heard that there were disasters in the other world, and I had three thousand elite soldiers to help the disaster. However, I was sorry that I could not achieve success, the great way of heaven and earth was damaged, the spiritual energy was not there, and the disaster was also difficult to come down. There was no power to survive in this world.

Jin left this record.

We tried, we lost."

"this..."

The black fox stared wide, and he clenched his fists and said:

"Your ancestors have really been to that world? Just like they came to Maga World?"

“It seems like that now.”

Liu Hui rubbed her head and said:

"The text of this demon clan cannot be fake, it is inherited by our demon clan."

Lao Jiang was also in deep thought. The mystery of this world was not only unsolved, but became more intense.

But before he could think about it, the wasteland science officer who was operating the drone outside the ruins screamed.

"I saw someone running down there!"
Chapter completed!