Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 205 The Last Ruins of Ancient Atlantis
On October 11, 2004, in the Antarctic permafrost, a group of people were trekking forward with difficulty in a vast white world of ice and snow.

They were wrapped in thick, highly protective clothing, completely covered from head to toe, and wore some strange instruments and equipment on their heads, making them look more like astronauts than Antarctic expedition teams.

"call……"

Antarctica is known for its fierce winds, and the frigid environment makes it virtually impossible for ordinary people to withstand. Wendy and Roberts were alright, both seasoned veterans, while June, though young, unexpectedly inherited her father's excellent physique.
Gene, a well-known leader at school, is able to persevere with the help of various props. On the other hand, although Uberto is a young man, his years of staying up late and unhealthy lifestyle have made him extremely weak, and he can't help but gasp for breath after walking a few steps.

With each step, Uberto couldn't help but exhale heavy breaths, which condensed into a thin layer of white frost on the glass shield in front of him, only to be quickly melted by the built-in heating device, revealing a clear view of the icy and snowy landscape before him.

Uberto understood the difficulty of his journey to Antarctica, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult. Even though he had created an exoskeleton and a series of steel machines to assist the four of them in their movements, allowing them to walk and jump effortlessly, if their bodies were too fragile, even the exoskeleton would not be able to move on its own.

Ultimately, it is people using tools.

"Can you still hold on?"

Roberts' voice came through the electronic communication in his ear. His voice was calm, and he answered through gritted teeth.

"Stop arguing..."

As he spoke, his already aching legs continued to move forward. There was no time left for him to waste; he had to speed things up, otherwise… an indescribable terror would descend upon this world. He still had many things to do and did not want to die with this world.

Around his neck, a sculpted pendant resembling an angel suddenly emitted a warm glow that soothed his body, giving him renewed strength from his exhaustion. It was this strength that had been propelling Uberto forward on his incredible journey...

……

The sky was still bright, and the polar day and polar night were extremely distinct in Antarctica. However, the group had already set up their tents. Uberto was operating his wristwatch, which displayed a map. Looking at the electronic map, Uberto frowned.

Wendy and Joan were talking quietly, while Roberts took advantage of the break to smoke an e-cigarette... In this cold environment, only a specially made e-cigarette could satisfy his cravings.

"Uberto, do you think that essence still exists on the moon?"

"I do not know."

Uberto replied without looking up, fiddling with his wristwatch; no one knew what he was doing.

"Even for me, it's impossible to know what's going on on the far side of the moon. Perhaps the ancient army of Nacui is long dead, or perhaps they have multiplied on the far side of the moon... I don't know. The technology of ancient Atlantis has all sorts of incredible powers, and I really have no way of knowing what they are doing now."

"Besides, if they are really alive, isn't that why I hired you... Mr. Roberts?"

Uberto stopped what he was doing, looked up, his cold eyes fixed on Roberts, and chuckled inexplicably.

Roberts keenly sensed a certain meaning in his laughter, but he chose to ignore it and instead asked a question.

"How far is it from the ruins you mentioned?"

"tomorrow."

Is it already this close? Roberts touched the many weapons at his waist. They had had it too easy on their way to Antarctica, but he didn't think it would be so easy from now on. He needed to be ready for battle at any time.

……

The sky was still bright, but according to the clock on their bodies, the four of them set off at 8 o'clock on time the next day. After walking for about 4 hours, they still did not see the sign that Uberto had mentioned. However, Uberto would occasionally look down at his watch, maintaining a calm and confident attitude.

Upon reaching a certain point, Uberto looked down at his watch and inexplicably began to spin around, as if searching for something. Finally, he revealed a rare smile.

"Mr. Roberts, have you ever wondered why the Americans couldn't find the Nazca base in Antarctica even after sending an aircraft carrier group?"

"I've thought about it, but I don't know."

Roberts shook his head. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it, but he really had no clue.

"Of course they can't find it, because if it were so easy to find, it wouldn't be the last secret left behind by ancient Atlantis..."

Without paying attention to the three people's astonishment, Uberto inexplicably laughed. He stretched out his hand, and the slender arm covered by the exoskeleton machine plunged into the snow beneath his feet. Strange red blood flowed from the depths of the machine along a tube, and then drew a strange symbol in the snow with his movement.

"Bah..."

In the icy world, the fiery red blood stood out starkly, showing no signs of congealing; instead, it rapidly melted away the snow. "Mr. Roberts, look! Uncover the truth buried beneath that illusion. What appears before you is not merely a military base, but the sole remnant of the ancient Atlantis civilization from 30,000 years ago! The ancient secrets of 30,000 years ago are now revealed before your very eyes!"

"Rumble..."

Accompanied by Uberto's voice and the symbols drawn with his fiery red blood, amidst a strange, thunderous roar, the icy landscape before him distorted and changed, like a grotesque, unreal image. The pure white world shattered and disintegrated, revealing a vast complex of buildings that stretched across the land...

It was a vast complex of buildings that stretched as far as the eye could see. Unlike modern buildings made of iron and concrete, it was a towering structure made entirely of huge stones. It was taller than the pyramids and more majestic than the Parthenon. Its length was like the Great Wall of China and its width surpassed the Forbidden City. It did not seem like a dwelling place on earth, but rather a heavenly kingdom.

Unlike modern square buildings, this vast complex is predominantly composed of circular and spherical structures, with domed towers and hemispherical buildings, their intricate designs resembling works of art. Most striking are the countless strange creatures depicting numerous stories on the arched walls made of massive stone blocks: aerial spirits riding the clouds, greedy three-headed birds, roaring half-wolf, half-human creatures, snake-men wielding weapons, six-legged monstrous horses, and feathered flying serpents…

Among those many stories, the dominant figures are those radiant, strange beings. Some have the heads of eagles and the bodies of beasts, some have the heads of birds and the bodies of humans, and some have the heads of humans and the bodies of lions—and so on, similar yet distinct. In the stories, many Atlanteans bow down to them, while these radiant, strange beings speak of something.

Besides the striking wall reliefs, the most eye-catching feature is the circular sculptures that fill the building. These circles emit a faint glow that has not disappeared even after more than 30,000 years. Beneath each circular sculpture, there is always a coiled snake. Most of the time, the coiled snake displays a violent posture, yet it subtly avoids the light of the circle.

From Roberts' perspective, this image seems to be alluding to some concept in the eyes of the ancient Atlanteans, but he is not good at interpreting these things.

Although covered in snow, it could not conceal the towering building and the Iron Cross that was later added to it. Some parts had collapsed, but others remained intact. The eagle, symbolizing Nazca, stood proudly on the main gate, facing the visitors with its head held high.

Gazing at the magnificent complex of buildings before him, Uberto murmured, his eyes filled with fascination.

“How beautiful… This is the only remaining ruin when Atlantis sank, the last and only refuge. Mr. Roberts, come with me inside to take a look.”

“You’ve never mentioned this to me.”

Roberts was also awestruck by the magnificent complex, but after a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure and did not rush in. Instead, he stopped Wendy and Joan, watching Uberto warily. He disliked his employer hiding things from him in crucial matters, as this could potentially endanger him.

"The ruins of the ancient Atlantis civilization are a huge secret, so I dare not tell anyone until the very end. I hope you understand."

Uberto simply bowed slightly and said with a smile.

Roberts stared at him for a long time without saying anything more. He simply put on a variety of instruments and carefully began to investigate the situation, looking for traps or other unusual objects. After all, this was an unusual place. Years of experience had taught Roberts that caution was far better than rashly entering. Wendy was also helping to detect any suspicious activity with an infrared instrument.

But Uberto wasn't as cautious as they were; instead, he walked straight toward the tall, arched gate, muttering to himself as he went.

"Back then, Na Cui was obsessed with mysticism and searched the world for all kinds of ancient treasures. Eventually, they unearthed the ruins of ancient Atlantis here and then transformed them into an Antarctic base in an attempt to study the wisdom of ancient Atlantis."

As he spoke, a mocking and sarcastic expression appeared on his face.

"But the wisdom of the ancient Atlanteans far exceeded their imagination. The progress of technological research on the Atlantean civilization was extremely difficult. Among them, the most legendary was the flying saucer. This strange flying machine, which was completely contrary to aerodynamics, did not rely on oil or anything else, but on something that the Germans called ether. With the help of ether, the flying saucer could even reach the moon."

"But even the wisdom of the Atlantean civilization couldn't help Na Cui. By the time the Germans had developed flying saucers, time was running out. A few years later, Berlin fell, and they had no choice but to take a small number of finished flying saucers, an ancient army, and some important supplies to the moon."

"How did you know all this?"

Roberts asked sharply in return.

Uberto looked up at the gate in front of him, which had a relief of a halo, but from his angle, he could only sense the ferocious serpent beneath the halo, seemingly watching him indifferently.

He felt a slight chill on his neck, dared not look any longer, lowered his head, and answered.

"It's mostly based on reasoning. At the time, the Nazca were preoccupied with their own problems and didn't have time to destroy many important documents. These classified documents were then divided up by the Soviets and Americans. Neither the Soviets nor the Americans knew much about the ancient army group. The Americans only vaguely knew that one of the Nazca had gone to Antarctica. I only dared to make such a bold speculation after compiling a lot of information."

"Then what do you mean by saying this is the last and only refuge of the Atlantis civilization?"

Uberto paused for a moment, then spoke.

"This is German research. They believe this place was a shelter built by the Atlanteans, seemingly to deal with some great crisis, but ultimately the Atlanteans didn't use it."

"Let's keep going and stop wasting time chatting. There are no traps or mechanisms here. There were quite a few flying saucers stored here back then, and the Germans couldn't have taken them all to the moon."

Roberts and Wendy exchanged a glance and ultimately chose to believe Uberto's words. They didn't do any more testing and instead followed closely behind Uberto. The four of them soon disappeared into the magnificent complex of buildings.

But behind them, unnoticed, faint footprints appeared in the snow, only to be quickly buried by the snowflakes...

(End of this chapter)