Chen Qing Xu was not the only one who did not understand the reason, the guards also looked at each other in confusion.

Since the goddess of the Eighteen Tribes became a joke, no one had set foot into the altar anymore.

Jia Lai shook off the captain's arm and said, "Step back!"

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment and retreated a few steps away.

Jia Lai slowly knelt down. His knees were stiff, almost falling over as he knelt. The chief bodyguard hurriedly came forward to help him but was slapped away: "Get away! Get out of the way!"

The captain of the guard retreated to one side.

It took Jia Lai a lot of effort to kneel steadily. His bent back was stretched as straight as possible, he put his hands in front of his chest, the color of anger and humiliation on his face was slowly fading, his expression gradually turning calm again.

After a while, he struggled to keep his kneeling posture and climbed forward a few steps, like a dying old dog. The chief bodyguard was already beaten and dared not go forward any more. He could only watch him crawl up at a loss.

Jia Lai climbed to the side of the huge stone gate, lifted the torn up felt, and fumbled on the uneven mantra. Chen Qing Xu realized that the ruined altar of the goddess might be the important key. She approached carefully and stared at Jia Lai's movements without blinking.

Suddenly, he pushed something down and thrust his arm forward.

The ground immediately vibrated violently, the guards all turned pale with fright. But Chen Qing Xu flew past it without hesitation.

The stones around the altar moved by themselves, one huge gear wheel after another rose from the ground. Countless steel pipes with rusty skin stretched out in all directions, they closed and connected by themselves and finally became a complete circle. All the iron pipes were buckled, making a hiss. Countless small pieces of iron spread out from both sides, moving slightly in the breeze. They were actually small fire wings — this thing was very similar to the ‘Kite’ of Great Liang.

The whole altar was like a Giant Kite. Chen Qing Xu had a kind of illusion, that if Ziliujin were to be burnt, it would rise to the sky.

She thought in shock, That year, was it not because the Barbarians didn't have their own fire engine technology that they were defeated by the Black Iron Camp? What is this? Does this Barbarian man want to escape or rise to the sky with this thing?

Just before she came to a conclusion, the truth had proven itself. There was no problem with her common sense. A snapping sound was heard and suddenly, there was a smell of smoke coming from a pipe in the circle.