Recalling what he had observed while escaping last time, Brandon guessed that these metal pillars absorbed powerful lightning from the sky to charge the spaceship. As he neared the metal pillars, a tremendous sense of oppression washed over him. In the face of the enormous spaceship, Brandon's sizable body seemed like a child confronting a giant beast. The massive currents flowing through the pillars crackled loudly, exuding a formidable menace.
Brandon landed on the spaceship's back, surrounded by a forest of metal pillars. These pillars didn't seem fixed to the spaceship, as he noticed a slight gap between the pillars and the ship's top, suggesting they could retract automatically.
The spaceship's top wasn't a flat surface but tiered, resembling a Mayan pyramid with three layers. The metal pillars encircled the pyramid in a peculiar formation, adhering to some unknown pattern. After walking for a while on the ship's back, Brandon reached the pyramid's base. Composed entirely of metal, the pyramid had three tiers, each several meters high, with a space at the bottom.
Brandon entered, walking less than fifty meters before encountering a huge metal door, half-open, adorned with patterns and text. Peering closely, Brandon recognized the characters: "Maintenance Passage."
He surmised that during the spaceship's crash, it had been recharging in mid-air when it entered the Bermuda region, where strong electromagnetic interference caused it to fall. Maintenance personnel likely opened the door for repairs but were electrocuted by powerful currents, explaining the door's open state.
Fortunately, the door was large enough for Brandon to pass through. Inside, the space was vast, littered with mud and rocks, devoid of any decorations. After traversing a several-hundred-meter-long corridor, he reached another door, tightly closed with a zigzagging seam. Though luck wasn't on his side this time, Brandon quickly figured out how to open it.
Brandon extended his claw and gripped the door tightly. With a powerful pull, a harsh screech echoed as the massive door slowly opened. A rush of water surged into the spaceship as Brandon squeezed through and quickly shut the door behind him with a loud bang.
Inside the spaceship, there was no trace of electricity, so Brandon retracted his external Golden Bell. Suddenly, he felt a jolt, lost control of his body, and collapsed to the ground, convulsing as huge currents of electricity coursed through him, transmitted from the Golden Bell via his dantian.
The Golden Bell had absorbed a significant amount of electrical energy, but it hadn't fully processed it all, leaving a small portion still lingering on its surface. Once the Golden Bell was retracted, these currents began to wreak havoc on Brandon's body.
After a long moment, his convulsions ceased, and he gradually regained sensation. He felt a change in his Golden Bell, which now stood over five meters tall, exuding a grand and ancient aura. Its dark yellow hue appeared almost solid as it rotated slowly. His internal Qi was abundant, and his Golden Bell Shield had reached the peak of the tenth layer, just a step away from a breakthrough. The powerful energy within him and the newly enhanced Golden Bell filled Brandon with renewed confidence. He steadied himself and began to explore the interior of the spaceship.
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Contrary to the expected darkness, the inside was brightly lit with a natural glow that felt comforting. As Brandon moved through the spaceship, he felt like a country bumpkin in a big city, marveling at everything with curiosity and excitement, despite the presence of several scattered corpses on the ground.
The area he entered was a vast hall, spanning several thousand square meters. The floor was clean, surprisingly well-maintained for something so ancient. The spaceship seemed operational, at least in terms of lighting and dust removal.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded, and the gentle lights turned red and blue, alternating while a mechanical voice intermittently warned of an invasion.
"Warning! Warning! The spaceship is being invaded by dragon-kind! Location: spaceship hall!"
"Warning! Warning! The spaceship is being invaded by dragon-kind! Location: spaceship hall!"
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The alarm repeated without any sign of activity around him. Brandon couldn't help but chuckle; with everyone long dead, who could respond? Today, this spaceship was destined to be his.
As the alarm continued, its voice grew more fragmented, taking over a minute to complete a single sentence. Seeing no reaction from his surroundings, Brandon ignored it and started examining the area.
The hall was an off-white color, appearing soft and made from an unknown material. The light seemed to emanate from the walls. Large machines were scattered about, their purposes unknown to Brandon. Several crystalline bottles, empty, sat haphazardly on a long table.
None of the objects around him were recognizable. These items, surpassing countless eras, were beyond the understanding of a dragon with a human soul. Brandon encountered many strange things.
For instance, a row of floating spheres on the hall's outskirts, each with a transparent half and a two-meter diameter, seemed designed for human transport—likely an Atlantean vehicle.
The bodies on the ground had turned into fossils over millennia, but their clothes remained intact, made from some mysterious material.
On the ground lay several sword hilts. Brandon recognized these as the personal weapons of the Atlanteans. He had acquired one before. He casually picked one up, noting that these weapons were powered only by mid-grade energy crystals, not the supreme-grade variety. It seemed the Atlanteans hadn’t reached a level of abundance where supreme-grade crystals were used frivolously.
Disappointed, Brandon discarded the hilt like it was trash. In the human world, these hilts would be invaluable treasures, sparking madness, but to Brandon, only the crystal held any value. With his current wealth, he had lost interest in these quail egg-sized crystals. Now, Brandon was among the top elite in wealth, even among the dragon civilization renowned for hoarding vast riches.
He tossed aside the hilt and moved forward. The intense interference had almost rendered the mechanical voice incoherent. He approached another door and, using brute force, pried it open. In situations like this, violence proved quite effective, and Brandon felt a tinge of pride.