Capítulo 884: Chapter 443: Golden Gate, O’Brien’s Laboratory
“Although I haven’t found Songlin’s Hamr, the other remnants aren’t completely worthless either…”
Ronan looked at the massive hexagonal furnace in front of him, pondering whether he could move it into the Mist Space.
This enormous furnace might have been the vessel that once held Songlin’s Hamr, or perhaps a forging tool crafted by O’Brien. Its quality was exceptional, with each rune pattern engraved on the furnace’s surface exuding an intense aura of ancient craftsmanship, not limited to the Dawn era.
However, this gigantic furnace seed to be integrated with the black pyramid below, completely reliant on the continuous energy supplied by the pyramid to keep the flas burning.
To take the furnace, the entire massive pyramid would have to be moved along with it, which was a colossal task that Ronan might not be able to accomplish.
“Damien, co over here…”
Just as Ronan was contemplating how to pack up this suspected Twilight Rank furnace, he heard Alazan’s summoning voice.
He temporarily set aside his thoughts and walked in the direction indicated by Alazan.
He had just circled the entire Secret Realm, skimming over many areas without detailed exploration.
Now, looking around the entire laboratory, he began to form a clearer impression in his mind.
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The black pyramid and the massive furnace were located at the very center of the laboratory, in the heart position.
On the west side of the pyramid lay a pile of massive octagonal iron cages arranged at varying levels. The material from which they were forged was unknown, appearing incredibly solid. Inside each cage were rune-engraved chains and shackles, but besides dust, there was nothing imprisoned within the cages.
To the north stood a giant dwarf tal statue, with its base lted and partially collapsed on the ground, nearly identical to the colossal dwarf statue Ronan had seen at the chanical Heart. In front of the statue stood a large experintal platform of the sa material. The vanished lower half of the dwarf statue had likely been lted down to create this.
To the south was an inward-curving structure where, during his previous pass, Ronan had determined it to be a place for storing books.
Alazan guided him toward the east side of the pyramid. At first glance, it was indeed the area most worth exploring, as it contained the most items.
Descending the black pyramid, Ronan leisurely moved forward along several artificially excavated dried energy channels. The first thing that appeared before him was an ancient brass observation instrunt, its surface adorned with intricate and exquisite patterns, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be composed of countless tiny runes.
On the surface of the observation instrunt, several small flas burned from nothing, constantly shifting in shape as if attempting to form a pattern, yet failing at so critical step each ti.
Ronan approached and, through the fractured crystal lens of the observation instrunt, could obscurely make out sothing.
Unfortunately, the instrunt had long been damaged beyond knowing how long, rendering it impossible to glimpse the results of the original experint.
Beside the brass instrunt were several sheets of parchnt, haphazardly recording strange symbols and data. When Ronan slightly touched them with spiritual power, the ancient papers imdiately crumbled into ash.
It was all too ancient.
He sighed lightly, imagining that countless years ago, a powerful Wizard nad O’Brien stood in the very spot he now occupied, using his magic tools to observe while casually recording precious and valuable data.
Breaking away from his brief reverie, Ronan then extended his hand to pick up a vial of fiery red potion placed on the side table, the one Alazan had been guiding him to take.
In a magic crystal bottle of indeterminate material, it contained a golden-red viscous liquid that bore little difference from lava.
Yet it was extraordinarily pure.
Ronan gently shook the potion bottle in his hand, and the liquid inside imdiately congealed into amber-like beautiful beads.
Bringing the bottle closer, he seed to faintly hear a dragon’s roar emanating from within.
“Fire Dragon Marrow.”
Ronan exhaled lightly, his gaze sweeping aside, noting that there were several dozen potion bottles like the one in his hand, filled with Fire Dragon Marrow, neatly arranged on the table.
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