"This seems like..." Li Ming’s heart stirred, suddenly remembering he had seen this somewhere before.
While fiddling with the Oathkeeper Stone, he had seen similar symbols.
Could it be the Holy Mother and the Prophet?
Do they really possess such abilities? Li Ming thought he needed to reassess these two individuals.
In the silence, the metal on his arm wriggled, as he raised his metallic arm to touch the muscle near the wound.
Beneath the metallic skin of the Mechanical Holy Spirit, the Oathkeeper Stone had already appeared at the tip of his finger.
At the moment the two connected, black smoke wisped from the wound, transforming into the black symbols.
"What is this!"
"Retreat!"
Everyone’s expressions changed greatly, instantly retreating a considerable distance, fearing it was something terrifying.
But moments later, they found that the black mist formed a hazy scene, seemingly with figures.
"Record! Record!" Rafael urgently shouted in the zone channel.
"What’s happening? The Mechanical Holy Spirit touched it and a change occurred?" Tan Ding looked puzzled.
"I’m not sure, it’s too blurry, let’s go take a look." Alves cautiously approached, with everyone following closely behind.
Li Ming was also astonished, looking at the scene formed by the black material before him, it seemed to be a record of past events.
The mist surged, constantly reshaping, until finally settling into a scene with three indistinct figures.
The large and indistinct shadow next to them should be this corpse.
"Is it a past mirage?" Alves realized something, deeply glancing at the Mechanical Holy Spirit.
He then created an air bubble to envelop the area while pulling out a string of symbols to attach to the black mist’s surface, forming a transparent membrane.
Surprisingly, through this membrane, the scene on the black mist became somewhat clearer. Although the appearances and specific details were still indistinct, it was no longer a blur of noise.
"It’s a pity, the time-space factor of the Red River Star Stream is too unstable, this is the best we can do." Alves sighed helplessly.
"Three figures, they should be the ones who caused the catastrophe." Tan Ding couldn’t help but speculate, his expression solemn, "Their height isn’t even two meters. Judging by the features, two should be human, and the last one with broad shoulders seems to have wings."
Hearing this, Li Ming was left speechless. That should be the Holy Mother. What looked like wings should be her arms stacked together.
However, he had no intention of pointing this out.
He also found it strange; the Prophet and the Holy Mother were just two people. Who could the third person be?
Everyone had their own thoughts, but they saw the scene on the black mist begin to move and heard indistinct voices.
"...I’ve exhausted all methods. If you two have no solutions, we can only leave..." the voice was indistinguishable in gender, tinged with helplessness and a hint of warning.
"It’s a cooperative relationship. One person belongs to one faction, and the other two belong to another." Tan Ding confidently declared.
"The situation is about what we expected; they seem helpless with this corpse though they have some special techniques..."
The crowd watched attentively, waiting for a response from the other two, but after a brief blur, the scene changed yet again.
Two people floated above the corpse, using two minute and indistinct objects to cut back and forth across the body.
"Why did it suddenly jump here?" Tank Guard was puzzled.
"Time-space factors are unstable." Alves shook his head, pulling out another string of symbols to try and make out what those minute and indistinct objects were, but ultimately sighed helplessly.
"Too small, can’t make them out."
It should be the Holy Mother Stone and the Prophet Stone, Li Ming silently estimated.
This thing was indeed exceptionally hard. It could be used to cut through the corpse of a Dominator Level Titan, though it seemed quite laborious.
Bear in mind, Tan Ding and Alves had been here a long time and were still at a loss with this corpse.
"Who could it be?" Tank Guard’s brow furrowed, while others also pondered, trying to find clues from those trivial features.
You really can’t underestimate these two; they could foresee the appearance of a Terrax corpse. Even knowing, Li Ming was amazed.
The Holy Mother Church’s foundation isn’t simple.
In the blink of an eye, the scene on the black mist shifted again. It’s unknown how much time had passed, and they had succeeded in cutting off the arm and securing it to a spaceship.
"The spaceship seems very simple, without proper transportation measures... It seems their preparation wasn’t thorough." Granger analyzed the limited information above.
The three figures in the image seemed quite unwilling to leave the remaining corpse. One of the shadows spoke, "Unfortunately, we’ll have to leave the rest to others..."
"...We are safe; it’s a fortune in misfortune. Although we didn’t find the Forging Hammer, we located this Terrax body..."
"Looking for the Forging Hammer?"
Everyone was stunned simultaneously. They weren’t here for this corpse?
Costate blurted out, "Could the Hammer Divine Craftsman not be dead? Impossible!"
He spoke decisively, the Dominion Holy Image explained to the interstellar empire the cause of the Hammer’s death through self-dissolution.
Moreover, the Empire Internal holds supporting records; how could the Hammer still be alive?
"Why impossible?" Reynolds seemed excited. "The Hammer had limitless capabilities."