Chapter 1140: Chapter 1076: So This Is What They Call Divine Art (Double-Length Chapter)
These gears are all too familiar to him.
The starforge gears he had searched for in vain for five years, now numbered in the hundreds within this small chamber.
Vines connected to the center of the gears, pulsating and trembling like veins, with transparent halos continuously rippling, turning the walls into a silvery white.
These halos flowed like water, moving toward the back of Horn’s perspective.
Only then did Horn realize that they were supplying power to the transparent flames behind him.
How could this be a tree? It was clearly a spacecraft, a rocket!
But before Horn could see clearly, the silver-white glow of the tree body engulfed him.
When the light became clear again, he had already entered the interior of this giant tree.
The branches and trunk were hollow, with walls and steps that were visibly wooden yet hard as steel.
Where there should have been rivets were vines, where there should have been iron plates were wooden planks, forming an extensive network of pipelines inside the tree body.
And on either side of the hallway were recesses carved into the wall, with beds made of vines and leaves.
Could this be a room without any personal space?
Horn gazed around, fearing he’d miss an important detail.
On the beds were some peculiar crystal panels and obsidian triangular tablets, along with many strangely colored paintings.
Using Horn’s limited art knowledge, it seemed those abstract paintings should be self-portraits.
Judging by the triangular pointed ears in the self-portraits, they should be elves.
Though the elves appeared in the paintings, Horn found no sign of them moving about in the corridors or inside the ship.
Instead, on the ground, there were many scattered utensils and clothes, as if they had vanished into thin air.
The giant tree continued to pass through Horn, and before he could see clearly, the scene changed once again.
Countless corridors and pipelines converged in one place, a semi-oval hall that could almost accommodate a thousand people.
Gathered from floorboards and grassy areas were tables and tea tables, with soft grass mats laid across the floor.
Crystal cups scattered on the ground, with green liquor slowly flowing on the surface.
How was it flowing into the cups from the outside? Was it the effect of gravity?
The hall quickly vanished from Horn’s view, transforming into winding corridors and beds on either side.
Narrow beds, spacious halls, somehow this description sounded familiar.
Horn’s mind suddenly recalled Vite’s description when constructing the Ry Court Barracks for the elves.
"The Shepherd Clan believes houses are merely places for sleeping, and elves truly thrive in public spaces."
"In ancient times, elves lived on the Holy Tree, where the rooms carved into the Holy Tree were so small they couldn’t even be called rooms but rather beds..."
"...Yet the elves set very large public activity spaces, with halls that could accommodate a thousand people."
Could it be?
An extremely absurd speculation arose in Horn’s mind, although he had made various guesses earlier, the current scene confirmed his suspicion.
The elves might not be native to this world? Could it be they came from space?
Was the current vision an image of them colonizing this planet from outer space?
No, it’s still uncertain; what if this was just a dream?
"..."
Horn’s perspective suddenly spun 180 degrees, what was that?
For the first time, Horn, always just a perspective, heard a sound.
Yet as he turned, sweeping even the hall with his gaze, he still saw no living creature.
The sound came out of thin air—no, not out of thin air.
Horn’s perspective finally halted amid the chaos.
If perspectives could be considered eyes, now his vision was fully focused ahead.
At some unknown point, in the air appeared many translucent mouths.
The mouths opened and closed, like goldfish gasping on the shore, desperately widening their mouths.
It was him, it was they who were shouting.
"Aminias, Amacin Aminias..."
"Elagra me, Iba Seth!"
Could this be Ancient Aier language?
It doesn’t seem like it, although Horn knew little of Ancient Aier language, he was certain this wasn’t any form of it.
Yet the tones and phrasing gave Horn a peculiar feeling of familiarity.
Was it reversed? Ancient Aier language reversed?
So this wasn’t the image of elves entering the planet, but rather the scene of them leaving?
This question didn’t require much thought, as everything before him had already provided the answer.
Starting from mouths, translucent hearts, organs, bones, and veins began to emerge slowly from the air.
Then white and green robes floated from the corridor, landing on the translucent shoulders of the elves.
The faces of those shouting elves now clearly appeared before Horn.
Slender ears reaching the back of the head, black and white-gold long hair, olive wreaths binding their hair, revealing white faces beneath.
Different from human aesthetics, these elves truly matched the elongated middle segments and androgynous faces depicted in storybook portraits.
Looking solely at facial features and skin, each of these elves indistinguishably presented human concepts of neutral beauty.
But at this moment, their beautiful faces did not possess the courage, composure, and beauty of the portrait.
Their semi-transparent bodies gradually became inherent, with strange screams filling the air and faces written with despair and terror.
