Chapter 612

Out of the exhibition room, Lorraine Hill went to another room.

Just walked into this room, what appeared in the eyes was the sky warship model that was thousands of times smaller suspended in the center. It's matte black with a sense of science and technology. The lines on the surface are like precise circuits. There are two double main guns in the center. The inclined side armor can also expose the holes that can be fired.

With the appearance of this model, Lorraine hill can't help but think of the shapes in many past sci-fi ideas, which are slender, concise and efficient.

On the walls around them are bookshelves full of books, in which books of different shapes and colors are placed. Lorraine Hill stepped forward, took one and opened it.

Many of them are the design sketches developed in those years, as well as the conceptual basis. Step by step, they describe how the sky warship is manufactured and operated. Even if there are excavations in the twilight era, many improvements, optimizations or compromises have been made in order to further adapt to the manufacturing capacity of this era.

It can be seen that the building of sky warships in oz was only the first step, and their greater goal was to build Star Trek ships, ready to sail into space and explore the galaxy.

After a long time, Lorraine hill came out of the room and opened a room on the right. There are also many books here, but the difference is that they are clearly arranged according to the year. The bookshelf also has the time mark of each era.

He took down several books and opened them. Lorraine Hill looked at the words and drawings, and then continued to open several books.

These books record a lot of early magic guide technology rudiments, as well as the bifurcations and ideas encountered in the step-by-step development, and then how history chooses and advances. Like a clear vein, it tells the brilliant process of the magic sequence from the initial barren to the later flourishing.

Looking at the story of a great master and pioneer in history, I can't help but feel surging. Many of them have indeed devoted their lives to research and development.

And this also makes Lorraine Hill sigh, lamenting the mercilessness of time and the change of people's heart. Even the country full of expectations at that time gradually went to extreme and degenerated.

After the loss of Dorothy, the descendants of Oz not only lost a pioneer of magic sequence, but also lost the helmsman for a long time, so that in the end, the descendants of these mages gradually lost themselves in the sea of technology and knowledge, no longer as clear-sighted as they used to be.

After walking out of the room, Lorraine hill turns to the door in the middle, but it's strange that the door can't be opened. In Lorraine Hill's perception, there is solid soil and rock behind the door, and there is no room.

For the time being, she came to the last room in the corner.

There is a unique golden pattern around the door, and a precise cutting obsidian is inlaid on the top of the main door, which symbolizes the fate of its owner and black.

After holding the hand on the handle, suddenly, a strange cool feeling spreads along the handle to the arm, and in the eyes of the girl, her fingers turn into crystal white in an instant.

A familiar and dangerous power rushed to my heart.

No, it's a trap. But under the crisis, she has no chance to escape.

The bright stars suddenly rose in the light blue eyes, and then there was a crash. Lorraine Hill broke away and stepped back, half squatting on the ground.

When she looked up again, a white crystal statue appeared in front of her.

The statue is as like as two peas, and it is just like copying itself. And this statue is holding the door handle in amazement, motionless.

She gasped with fear, and then touched her neck, only to find that the pendant she had given herself had broken.

Recalling tidys' warning before she left, that is to say, the pendant resisted the invasion for herself. It seems to be a mirage replacement, replacing the shadow with itself, instead of bearing, being crystallized and petrified, and becoming the shadow for a short time, free from this curse.

When she eased her mood again and stood up, the statue in front of her had turned into gray crystalline powder and piled up on the ground.

Every witch can't be underestimated. After all, her power is more conceptualized than the supernatural power. Lorraine Hill said to himself in his heart. Then he stepped back more than ten steps, and a bloody gun emerged from the air.

She holds the hairpin trinasha left her in her hand and projects the gun.

Sure enough, when the long gun was fired on the door, it crystallized instantly and turned into snow-white salt.

But the more he blocked it, the more he inspired Lorraine hill to think about it.

She once again gathered blood red long gun, and this time is not just a handle, but a long nearly 100 long guns emerge from the void, aiming at the front, dense projection out.

It's like the flash of red light. Red marks cut through the underground space, shooting in the walls and door frames.

The snow-white color continued to emerge, and the surrounding walls were further cut. Finally, only a single door frame remained in place, and all the walls more than 3 meters thick collapsed, exposing the narrow space behind.

Careful to bypass the curse covered door, Lorraine hill goes to the back room.

If it wasn't for the vandalism just now, it would be a very warm room, she thought.

The decoration in the room is relatively simple, and the color of its furniture is mostly light blue and white. Looking at the furnishings inside, it's probably a bedroom, and it should have been some years. Lorraine hill can see some wear marks in the corner.

Is this where Dorothy used to live? She couldn't help thinking, looking at the familiar style of the dresser, stepped forward, unconsciously opened the drawer, as if instinctively skilled.

And the diary in the drawer seems to respond to the familiar feeling in my mind.

Sure enough, Dorothy also left her own record. Was this the instruction of ragtiss or her unconscious imitation.

With nostalgia, Lorraine Hill touched the diary inlaid with black gems. Turning it over and looking at the note on the back of the diary, she opened her eyes slightly.

[if you see this note and diary, it must be me. It's a pity that there are still many things I want to do, but I can't see them. Even so, I still left this diary, hoping to have a latecomer to complete the unfinished dream.

If you want to get rid of the fog of history and see the truth behind it.

Then read out the start mantra, and I will tell you the cruel truth of the world