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Chapter 72: Nibelungen, the Land of the Dead

Kunlun Mountains.

A tall mountain range that runs across western China, located on the northern edge of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and south of the Tarim Basin.

In Tibetan, it is called "Amani Muzhanmusong", which means "ancestor mountain", "ancestor of all mountains", "ancestor of dragon veins" and "mother of national mountains". These names all demonstrate its prominent position in cultural history.

Many myths passed down from ancient times are related to Kunlun Mountain, so it is considered to be the birthplace of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

In such a mythical place, there is an area called "Death Valley", which is known as the "Gate of Hell" of Kunlun Mountain.

According to legend, the shepherds living in Kunlun Mountain would rather let their cattle and sheep starve to death in the Gobi Desert due to lack of fat grass than let them enter the lush grass, ancient and silent valley of Kunlun Mountain.

As early as the 20s, a scientific expedition team from the local Geological Bureau broke into Death Valley to investigate in order to uncover the mystery of the valley. On the way, they encountered a nearby rancher who had entered the canyon because he had lost his herd of horses.

The scientific expedition team warned him that the canyon was very dangerous, but the herdsman did not listen and finally entered the canyon.

A few days later, the scientific expedition team saw a herd of horses on the ranch, but did not see the herder who was supposed to be with him. So they followed the horses' tracks to look for him, but only saw a charred corpse with a gun in the posture ready to shoot.

His clothes were torn, he was lying on his back, barefoot, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and he was holding a hunting rifle.

The face he had when he was alive could no longer be seen, but the fear on his face was still clearly visible.

No one knows what exactly he encountered, but it gave the locals more topics to talk about after dinner and added a weird color to Death Valley.

At the only pass in the valley thousands of meters away, a cold wind blew into the sentry post of the high tower through the window. The slanted red flag was blown straight by the wind, and the thick searchlight beam swept across the distant wilderness.

The wilderness outside the canyon is covered with wolf fur, bear bones, hunters' guns and lonely graves, conveying a gloomy and terrifying breath of death to anyone who tries to enter.

Snap…Snap…

A team of soldiers was on routine patrol around the outskirts of the base. The sound of their combat boots clattering neatly on the gravel ground added a touch of human tranquility to the desolate and cold night wind.

"You're letting a bunch of barely adult or even underage kids participate in this training camp, and you're even going to transfer an elite team from me to help out and serve as instructors for those little brats?"

Inside the command post deep within the base, a figure sat at a desk, flipping through the documents passed to him. He looked up at the person in front of him and frowned, "Have those old guys finally developed Alzheimer's?"

"Ha~ Who knows what they are thinking."

The woman lazily lying on the sofa yawned and said, "I heard they have some kind of exchange program with Kassel College. If the new recruits from the military district are swept away by the students selected by them, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Hey, Colonel Zhou, since we beat them back last time, there hasn't been much activity in Death Valley lately. Let's just treat it as a short vacation for the whole team."

"this is not……"

Zhou An swallowed the word "nonsense" that was on the tip of his tongue, frowned and remained silent for a long time before finally sighing and saying, "Forget it, you have a point. Let's let them go back to the military area to play for a few days."

This proposal must have been made after discussion among the seven families. He might not trust the other families, but he still believed that his great-great-grandfather would not act recklessly. They must have their considerations.

As if remembering something, Zhou An looked at the woman in front of him who was stretching her graceful figure without restraint. He ignored her and said, "Wan Hong, don't you want to take your second team on a vacation?"

"Ok?"

Wan Hong slowly lay back on the sofa, propped up her cheek, turned her head and squinted at him, and said with a smile: "Why, Colonel Zhou, you are still being gentle with women? You don't have any feelings for me, do you?"

She was the captain of the Second Internal Guard Squad stationed in Death Valley, the eldest daughter of the 83rd generation of the Wan family, and an A-rank hybrid possessing the Word Spirit Vortex. She could have avoided garrisoning in such a dangerous place...

Looking at the woman in black combat uniform, with an ugly burn scar on her side face and anticipation hidden in her playful eyes, Zhou An looked away and said indifferently, "I don't want to be better."

"If you all leave, and something happens in Death Valley, it will be hard for me to handle it alone."

As he spoke, he ignored Wan Hong's resentful gaze, picked up the phone beside him, and called the captain of the first team, conveying the order from above for them to return to the military region and set off immediately.

"...Follow orders. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't know."

Zhou An frowned and said, then paused and slowed down his tone: "Don't worry, Death Valley was just opened three days ago, and it will not open again until at least next month. You just need to rush back before then."

"Hey, Captain Zhang, don't worry." Wan Hong came over and leaned over to the phone, laughing and shouting, "I'm still here, aren't I? I'll kill one of those Deadpools, and if there are two, I'll kill a pair."

After a few words of laughter and scolding, the phone was hung up. "You go out too." Zhou An reached out and pushed Wan Hong's head aside. "It's your turn to keep watch tonight."

"Okay~ I won't be an eyesore here, okay?"

Wan Hong couldn't help but roll his eyes and drawl out his voice. He glanced at his old brick phone and complained, "Honestly, you should get a new phone. This phone is probably older than you."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhou An to say anything else, he walked out swaggeringly.

Woo… Woo…

Death Valley is dead at night. Dust is blown down by the wind from above and poured into the strangely shaped and rugged stone walls on both sides of the canyon, emitting bursts of cold and strange echoes that are even more creepy than the sound of the wind.

It sounded like the low moans and hisses of humans, like countless voices, the voices of men, women, old and young, intertwined like silk threads, as if one could hear the resentment and malice hidden in the wind.

Wan Hong turned his head and looked at the night sky behind him. A helicopter rose up there, the propellers stirred up a whistling wind and the searchlight pierced the darkness like a sword, gradually flying away from the base in Death Valley.

"Huh, it's nice to have a holiday."

Wan Hong raised his head and let out a long breath, and the white mist he exhaled drifted away in the night wind.

She has been stationed here for three years and has long been accustomed to all this.

There is a "small world" in this Death Valley, which is what the secret party calls "Nibelung".

No matter what it is called, it is a fictional space created by alchemy. The internal space is folded and time is stopped, but this space exists in reality and is modified based on the real space.

This Nibelungen was modified based on the "Death Valley".

Each space has its own special rules, and the magnetic anomaly in this area is extremely obvious. The deeper you go into the canyon, the higher the magnetic anomaly value becomes, with a strong magnetic field of at least 1000 to 3000 gauss.

Under the influence of electromagnetic effects, the atmospheric electric field on the surface of the earth is enhanced, and the electric charges in the clouds are affected by the magnetic field, causing the clouds to discharge, as if the thunderclouds were sucked into the Undead Valley and concentrated, making this place a mine-prone area.

According to their analysis, the "master" who constructed this space is at least a third-generation king or a prince, most likely from the lineage of the King of Sky and Wind, and it is very likely that He is now in a deep sleep.

However, a hundred years ago, this "interface" of the Nibelungen would only appear once every few decades, and Deadpool, who was contaminated by dragon blood, would only escape once.

But as time goes by, the "interface" appears more and more frequently, and more and more Deadpools escape from it.

This means that the "master" here is gradually waking up.

It’s not that they don’t want to take the initiative to attack, but they can’t do it at the moment.

Only by crossing the "interface" can one enter the inner space, but crossing the "interface" is almost impossible unless one is invited and agreed by the "master".

Even if the entire Death Valley is blown up, it is still impossible to reach the Nibelungen.

For alchemists at home and abroad, the "Land of the Dead" Nibelungen is a temple-like place. They have racked their brains to enter it for thousands of years, but they cannot enter it on their own initiative unless invited by the owner.

Therefore, they can only stay here, eliminate the deadpools who escaped from Nibelungen, and wait quietly for the day when the "master" of this place wakes up.

At this rate, that day should not be far away.

Thinking that the endless garrison would end then, even though Wan Hong knew that it meant death and sacrifice, he still felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Even the alchemical sword she carried on her back was already scarred after years of endless fighting, let alone her, a living person.

The scar on her face was the burn mark left by the dragon blood from the dragon-shaped Deadpool's body.

Even if her body could handle this kind of constant vigilance, her mental state couldn't.

"By then, that guy will have no reason to reject me."

Wan Hong smiled slightly and looked up at the dim moon over Death Valley. The night wind was as quiet as the moonlight...

silence?

(End of this chapter)