Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

The MiTu Cannon did not explode violently as everyone had imagined.

Before the star-sized energy blast could even touch the massive body of the Iron Tomb, its expansion was suddenly halted by an invisible force.

Instead of exploding, it began to shrink rapidly.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the egg-shaped stone in the girl's arms was absorbing all the energy released by the Maze Cannon in an incredible way and at an incredible speed.

Whether it's high-energy particle flow in the traditional physics sense, pure thermal radiation, or even the shock wave generated by an explosion.

All of them were compressed into twisted ripples, disappearing into the interior of that inconspicuous stone.

Once everything settled down, the Miku Cannon failed to perform its intended function, and the Iron Tomb remained unscathed in outer space.

In the command room, Carucio angrily slammed his fist on the control panel in front of him, leaving a shallow dent in the metal surface. The composure and smugness on his face had vanished completely.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Tell me, what exactly happened?"

He grabbed his assistant by the collar, pulled him in front of him, and spat in his face.

The assistant, his face turning purple from being strangled, struggled to point at the screen: "Director, there's...there's someone over there."

Not only did the company discover the girl, but the Fairy Ship and the Starry Sky Train also captured the figure that appeared out of nowhere at the core of the explosion immediately.

March 7th looked curiously at the magnified image on the screen. The girl standing in the vacuum looked even younger than herself, holding a round stone in her arms, and was talking to it.

"Who is this envoy? Why is he carrying a stone?" Her voice was full of doubt.

"Be careful what you say in March," Danheng reminded her, standing beside her.

If the other party is indeed a messenger, these words could easily offend someone.

"This...could it be a witch?"

Walter's voice carried a hint of surprise.

The eyes of the rest of the train crew all turned to him.

"Walter, do you know her background?" Himeko asked.

"No, I don't know. But the clothes she's wearing are the exclusive attire of shamans in the tribal civilization era of my homeland, Earth."

In ancient contexts, the identity of "shaman" was very special.

The shaman is the only one in the tribe who can communicate with the gods, and their status is above that of the tribal chief.

Walter Yang, having worked as a history teacher at St. Freya Academy for several years, could naturally recognize the era to which the girl's outfit belonged at a glance.

The girl wore a short brown cross-collar garment made of coarse linen. The texture was rough, and the color was off-white, which had settled after countless washes. It was soft but still retained the rough texture unique to linen fibers.

He wore a dark brown animal skin vest over his clothes, the edges of which were roughly sewn together with bone needles, the stitches crooked but strong.

A three-finger-wide leather belt was tied around the waist of the vest, and the belt was covered with odds and ends.

A bone knife, a few flints, a string of dried herbs—each item bearing the marks of time—swayed gently on the belt.

She was barefoot, with a ring of tiny silver bells around her ankles.

Her gaze swept around—aside from the malfunctioning machine behind her, there were quite a few people.

The girl pondered who she should approach first.

She came with a mission: to find Lu Ze within 12 hours. Time was tight and the mission was demanding.

At that moment, the stone in his arms trembled slightly.

"Lord Point Mass, you said we should go find those people who just gave you their greeting gift?"

The girl held the stone up to her eyes and listened intently.

"Then we'll listen to Lord Zhidian."

She took a step and vanished from the spot.