Chapter 234 This might as well be the Cambrian Undersea Adventure! Angron!
Although they had already conducted preliminary scans of the terrain here on the track before coming down, it is obvious that it is very normal to find some small deviations during the field visit.
After all, many observation equipment still require an extremely close distance to confirm some facts while corroborating each other. The atmosphere, thick clouds, and such deep and rich seawater-it can only be said that the Iron Blood was sent here. Those scanned array enhancement algorithms have really done a great job.
For example, right now, their deep submersible pilots have just generated and transmitted a brand new auspicious map to the power armor of all crew members, covering the one on the track. It is said that the deviation value It got to the point where it had to be covered immediately.
“It seems that this place and this matter are much more complicated than we expected.”
The King of Nuceria frowned, and his molten gold eyes looked very bright on his bronze face - thank God, the special power source of the Ironblood that Dassadra insisted on installing was very effective, although the Iron Heart Chapter's The Mechanicus-priests protested that what he had brought was completely, fundamentally, and blasphemously heretical technology.
But - when you are unable to use teleportation at a depth of tens of kilometers underwater, the communication signal is poor, and there are giant Cambrian sea monsters swimming around, one needs to maintain the weapon system at the same time As long as the power source of the , detection system and life support system is strong and stable enough, there is really nothing to pick and choose.
They gathered in front of the screen - there was really not a lot of space in this cabin after cramming multiple teams of Terminators and a Primarch - and looked at the display under the lights of the bathyscaphe. Structure shown.
“What do you think this is?” Angron stretched out his finger and pointed at one of the obvious long diagonal ridges that raised high up. There were some eye-catching ribs hanging down on both sides of this long ridge. The shaped thing is now covered with thick "white snow" - sea snow, and there are also strange-shaped things growing, such as huge leaf-like creatures and sea lilies that drift with the current.
The war blacksmith squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully, and asked the mech to get closer. "I think this is the keel, Your Highness. This should be the keel of the Queen of Glory."
"Keel." The Twelfth Primarch repeated, "If it is broken to this extent, it seems that what we can find from this ship is extremely limited, but we may still be able to find some clues."
"The keel number should still be found, if it was built according to construction specifications I would be able to find it in a specific location. Also, maybe they released some vehicles to escape before the crash, such as Stormbirds or something, and let The main body of the ship that lost power sank here."
"It is indeed possible, let's go around it and see what else we can find."
Handmade by the war blacksmith. , primitive but very reliable in seawater as a working medium, the propeller structure led them to slowly swim around this huge and ancient metal wreckage under the operation of the spaceflight-grade reactor. Sure enough, soon after, they had another made new discoveries.
"Ada's alien building." Angron frowned as he stared at a conspicuous circular structure on the seabed. The crashed bow of the Glory Queen was like a sharp arrow or a sword. The same, inserted straight into the door of the building, so its delicate top has long since shattered and collapsed, leaving only some surrounding pillars and bases showing the original scope and style of the ruins, which is just right The Twelfth Primarch was familiar with it and had destroyed many buildings of a similar style.
"Your sharp gaze, Your Highness. And this building is quite old. It is not the pirates or the barbarian Ada, it should belong to those who call themselves the Ark Eldar or older."
Dasa Della could distinguish more details at just one glance. No structural features that had been witnessed by others could stump a real senior Iron Warriors officer, because they had already experienced countless deductions and replays of battles. Once again, they demolished the buildings and fortresses of all known races, and to do this, they must first at least know the overall structure and weaknesses of the building.
"Let us get closer and observe." Angron ordered, and at the same time he felt a strange feeling that seemed to be urging him to do something. He frowned, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and ordered Said, "Don't drive too fast, and don't get too close. There are always many unexpected and dangerous traps in the creations of the Eldar."
Dassadra nodded and let the machine Bing opened more protective measures and enhanced the auspicious device's scanning of various psychic bands.
All the readings were still very stable so far, so they cautiously moved closer. A psychic wave peak that was so steep that it was almost a straight line probably jumped out in less than 0.00001 microseconds.
Dazzling light shines from the broken, completely covered spiritual bone structure, and the runes on it flash, like the murmurs of a dying person and the moist flash of his last breath.
‘The wait is finally here! ’
A million mixed murmurs vibrated the sea water. They had the tones of humans and Ada at the same time, and showed some strange and undue overlap.
‘Finally caught it! ’
The last remaining energy echo flows on the silent spirit bones or marbles. Thoughts no longer exist, only obsessions remain. The vortex of seawater mixed with energy forms layers of strange layers outside the solid pressure-resistant shell of the deep submersible. Patterns and coils.
‘Accept your fate! ’
The dead sang and praised in unison, offering belated sacrifices in exchange for a peaceful rest.
Then something dazzling unfolded and opened. The fire of ten thousand worlds and the ice of ten thousand worlds passed through the eyes of the 12th Primarch at the same time. His eyes seemed to see the slender Beyond the towering walls, pillars and vaults, countless stars or luminous points seemed to be cut off by some kind of colorful black curtain, only lingering on the edge of the blind spot of people's vision and constantly flickering.
When Angron stood in this place that seemed to be outside the rules of the world and as if he was inside some living creature that was constantly changing, he realized that a thin golden mist filled the place. He has no definite anchor point in time or space here, and he doesn't know where he is going.
Then he realized suddenly, instinctively, that he should move forward in accordance with that strange urging feeling.
So he did as he was told, ignoring the looming shadows on the road, the smiling white masks, or other distractions.
When his feet stepped on solid ground again, he felt something on the back of his neck quickly abandoning him and closing it quickly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.
Then Angron Petra narrowed his eyes: he was familiar with the terrain of this place, but something was very wrong.
Standing at his feet in the snowstorm was the Deshii cliff of Nuceria.
(End of this chapter)