I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 691 - 511: I Have Confidence in Controlling a Demon, That’s Not Too Much to Ask, Right?

Chapter 691 -511: I Have Confidence in Controlling a Demon, That’s Not Too Much to Ask, Right?

Upon hearing this news, the air inside the small spaceship instantly felt stifling.

A few of the Lanpeng people only half-understood what they heard, but even so, they felt an immense pressure.

The Ninth Epoch could very well be a highly unusual point in time…

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Lu Yuan quickly regained his fighting spirit. “Don’t panic. There are plenty of interstellar civilizations in the universe.”

“We can’t possibly be the strongest—it’s not like the sky would fall without someone to hold it up.”

Magmit glanced at him sideways. Really? Someone to hold it up? Why does it feel like the Ninth Epoch is just a cesspool of nobodies…

Lu Yuan continued, “Besides, the ‘Ghosts’ aren’t the strongest enemies… There should be far more evil entities out there.”

“We can’t stop moving forward.”

The group ceased their discussion and focused on controlling the drones on the screen.

Upon closer inspection, distinct and peculiar details could be noticed within the Snake-man City.

The sewer system, which had been in place for an unknown number of years, was still functional—a sign that the city had been meticulously planned during its construction.

At the edge of the city, there was a massive reservoir, with water depths reaching 3,000 meters. The growth of Mandala Fruits required immense amounts of water, and this reservoir provided ample sustenance.

The group also found strange bits of trash throughout the city, including some odd, ancient machines—proof that other civilizations had once ventured here.

Of course, too much time had passed, and these technological artifacts had long since decayed into unusable wrecks, incapable of functioning anymore.

“What’s the technological level of these machines? Are we talking interstellar-civilization grade?”

“Report! The intricate structures inside are severely damaged, making it impossible to evaluate for now.”

Lu Yuan exhaled lightly; many reconnaissance capabilities required on-site inspections to be effective.

Behind a screen, you couldn’t use “Historical Retrospection.”

“Since other civilizations have been here before, they should have left some traces.”

“We still need to find a way to go down and investigate. Staying on this spaceship and using drones isn’t enough to achieve significant results,” Old Cat commented. “These Snake-men aren’t particularly intelligent or formidable. The risk should be manageable.”

Lu Yuan nodded. “Alright then. Guo Dafeng, stay here and keep an eye on the spaceship. Don’t let any anomalous entities like ‘Demons’ sneak on board.”

“I, Magmit, and Old Cat will head down for reconnaissance. Going in with too many people wouldn’t help much anyway.”

Guo Dafeng saluted. “Understood!!”

Duke Magmit was actually a bit unsettled.

After all, the ‘Ghost’ was at the very core of the palace. Even at this distance, he could still sense a subtle, chilling coldness.

But at this point, there was no other choice. He stepped into an X-level set of power armor.

The armor was relatively easy to operate; the exoskeleton moved in sync with mental intent, requiring only a brief adaptation period to master.

Its wide glider wings on the back allowed for aerial gliding.

The engineers even added some decorative touches, like tails, to make the armor look more like Snake-men… They even mimicked the scent somewhat.

After all, the Lanpeng Civilization had already extensively studied the Snake-men’s corpses, which turned out to be nothing more than typical carbon-based life forms, making them fairly easy to imitate.

Lu Yuan put on his own power armor, feeling a tinge of excitement. “Alright, let’s go!”

He was the first to jump out of the spaceship.

The glider wings deployed, spiraling him downward in a slow descent.

“Your commander is truly bold,” Magmit remarked, taking a deep breath. Thinking of his own Prince Jin Bote, who was also quite audacious, he clicked his beak and jumped after him.

Old Cat’s vehicle was his own ferocious tiger-shaped robot, equipped with short-range flying capabilities. “Let’s move!”

The three figures spun in circles like swifts in mid-air before safely landing on the ground.

Hearing commotion, Snake-men emerged from behind the city walls. Their dull eyes stared blankly at the new arrivals.

The corners of their mouths slowly twisted into eerie smiles.

Lu Yuan swallowed hard. “These creatures lack intelligence. Don’t engage with them… let’s head straight into the city.”

The X-level power armor operated silently as they ran.

The Snake-men didn’t obstruct them at all.

Some mysterious force had taken the local inhabitants’ spiritual intelligence, leaving them living simple, mechanical lives like NPCs—eating Mandala Fruit when hungry, reproducing to maintain their population.

Lu Yuan noticed that in every household, there were large, white, speckled eggs, each the size of an ostrich’s egg. The thought that these snake eggs represented the remnants of a fading civilization’s last spark made one reflect—perhaps the weight of life and civilization wasn’t as profound as imagined.

Still, even the Greedy Demon God wouldn’t dare steal anything in this haunted place.

Although devoid of intelligence, these Snake-men retained animalistic instincts. Stealing their eggs would undoubtedly provoke a riot.

“Commander Lu, you’re approaching the place where that ‘Demon’ perished… Slow down a bit,” came a voice over the headset.

Lu Yuan immediately held his breath. Ahead lay an open field, where a massive crater formed by a ‘Ghost’ stretched wide, debris scattered outward in a pulsed pattern.

However, the puddle of liquid-metal-like substance was long gone.

It suggested that the slain ‘Demon’ had already found and possessed a simple-minded Snake-man.

“Can we locate this ‘Demon’?” Lu Yuan asked the soldier.

“No way to determine for now,” the command center replied.

“We don’t have time to track it down… We only have daylight to work with,” Old Cat advised. “Green Grass City is fortified like an iron fortress. These ‘Demons,’ having suffered so many deaths, should be too weak to mount an invasion.”

“Yeah, that’s true…”

Lu Yuan found this world increasingly absurd. Once mighty ‘Demons’ were now reduced to the underbelly of this society.

After circling for a while, they gathered some junk to bring back.

But none of it proved useful—not a single salvaged item of value was discovered.

Suddenly, Magmit cried out, “Over here! A major discovery! There’s a mural!”

Lu Yuan quickly turned around, squinting to spot strange carvings on the wall.

Mandala Fruit, an arrow pointing west toward a tall tower-like building, and a Snake-man with one blind eye at the center of its forehead.

These were the oddly cryptic contents of the mural.

Based on the carving marks, it appeared to have been etched very recently!

“Are there actually intelligent Snake-men here?” Lu Yuan touched the moss on the wall. The dry climate made the moss crumble under his fingers. “These carvings are way too fresh.”

“No, these Snake-men have been around for several epochs. A surviving member is highly unlikely. I think an intelligent ‘Demon’ is seeking cooperation,” Old Cat murmured.

“Cooperation? These creatures don’t know how notorious they are?”

Lu Yuan froze. He had never entertained such a notion.

“They have no choice. In such harsh conditions, if a ‘Demon’ doesn’t seek cooperation, it would simply wander here forever,” Old Cat said, his voice chilling. “What do you think?”

Lu Yuan was silent for a moment, hesitant to decide.

“Heh, conspiring with a ‘Demon’—what a dangerous proposition…”

“Analyze it—what do these images mean exactly?”

The options were twofold: first, to cooperate with the ‘Demon,’ though the risks were evident. Second, to directly investigate the mysterious pool or the Snake-man Palace.

But both locations radiated ominous energy—drones couldn’t even approach them, indicating a strong level of idealist interference.

The Snake-man Palace also housed the ‘Ghost.’ Even Lu Yuan preferred to avoid provoking it unless absolutely necessary.

“There’s nothing around here that could be used for Historical Retrospection…” Magmit shook his head. “The Snake-men’s history has been completely obliterated—culture, heroes, literature, all lost in the flow of time.”

“Just rusted scraps of metal—nothing meaningful to analyze.”

Lu Yuan sighed heavily.

At this moment, the analysis team in his headset spoke up: “Uh… The mural’s meaning isn’t too difficult to decipher. Follow the arrow’s direction, find the Snake-man, and feed it some Mandala Fruit… Hmm, if our interpretation is correct.”

“The Mandala Fruit can enhance consciousness? Does the entity hope to use it to regain clarity?” Lu Yuan speculated.

“That’s right. Judging by the Snake-man’s deteriorated mental state and the chaos of its movements, it was clearly on the verge of collapse by the end… Look at the faint final strokes—this thing was carved with its last ounce of willpower,” the experts explained through his headset. “It’s likely the Snake-man was startled awake during last night’s conflict.”

“Realizing its only hope for survival, it etched the mural here.”

“If it’s really a ‘Demon,’ executing it should be straightforward. Yep… Maintaining clarity in this hostile environment strongly suggests it’s a ‘Demon.’,” the experts concluded.

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment. “I was thinking—couldn’t it just eat some Mandala Fruit on its own? Why does it need us to feed it?”

“That’s not an option. If it consumes too much, its Divine Attribute would increase significantly,” came the response from his headset. “When the ‘Ghost’ returns, it would just kill it without hesitation. All its memories would vanish then. It wouldn’t want to take that risk.”

“So, it has no choice but to rely on us.”

This world was truly terrifying.

An infinitely revivable, highly intelligent being was still walking on a knife’s edge, risking catastrophe with even the slightest mishap.

“If it really has enough confidence to win us over… I suppose we should check it out,” Lu Yuan said, unwilling to let this opportunity slip by.

“Why not lock it up and talk later? You should have a cage in your storage space, right?” Old Cat suggested.

“Hah, who knows what kind of skills this ‘Demon’ has. Imprisoning it might be pointless. Plus, our shoddy sealing methods… Trust me, if it acts out, I can subdue it,” Lu Yuan said, feeling emboldened.

After all, the Greedy Demon God was residing within him now.

Getting into that fight with the ‘Ghost’ had indeed yielded some gains.

He felt as though he might actually be a big deal—even though he didn’t have much of an answer for the ‘Ghost,’ which essentially stood at the pinnacle of combat power!

But hey, taking down a ‘Demon’? Surely that wasn’t asking too much?