Chapter 222 The Mysterious Man
There are probably more than two hundred steps in the temple. The team did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and the entire temple was completely silent.
After entering the door carved with gargoyles, the first thing that catches everyone's eyes is a huge statue of a crow. Its eyes are as red as blood, its body is pitch black, its head is raised and its wings are flapping, as if it is about to fly into the sky. Under its giant claws, there are piles of skulls, most of which are deformed and abnormally shaped skulls.
"Iron."
Armin walked up, knocked on the statue, and then came to a conclusion.
"In order to prevent the accident just now, only Sosh Yang and I will go in this time. You guard the door and don't let anyone in or out."
Suddenly, Sol made a decision, which made Sosh Yang Yang felt strange.
It was not because of this decision, but because Thor had never given orders for him before, but today he was unexpectedly strong.
The other soldiers looked at Sosh Yang, and he nodded, indicating his agreement with Sol's plan.
Afterwards, Soshyan and Thor walked into the passage behind the statue that was large enough for two Land Raiders to run parallel to each other.
It was very dark inside, even unnaturally dark. It was as if they were trapped in thick ink. They could only rely on the automatic sensors of their helmets to sense activities within a few meters of them.
They walked for hundreds of meters but encountered nothing until they passed through a stone arch.
After stepping into the arch, some subtle lights began to appear on the wall. Soshyan's sensor told him that these lights contained trace amounts of radiation.
Every loss has a gain. At least his vision has become clearer, he can see the surroundings clearly, and he can save some time groping in the dark.
But as he learned more about the surrounding situation, the doubts in his heart became heavier.
From the outside, there was no doubt that the main rock of the temple was made by rough handwork. Its aisles and walls were rough and there were no traces of mechanical carving.
But now, the pitted ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through his boots, Sosh Yang can clearly feel the regular ups and downs. The touch is very smooth, and the rock walls are as smooth as a mirror.
Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from the shaping of machinery. However, it is unknown whether it was created through a long period of time or through some more evil subspace power.
Eventually, they reached a staircase descending.
The staircase was just big enough for the two of them to walk side by side. There were no guardrails on both sides. Sosh Yang accidentally dropped a small stone, and then the thing fell into the endless abyss in the darkness.
There is no doubt that this staircase is a hanging ladder, suspended over an abyss.
But having come this far, it was impossible to look back. After discussing with Sol, Soshyang decided to walk in front, while the other party stayed behind, covering each other one after the other.
During this process, Soshyang has been worried that the shadow will suddenly attack and retaliate against them in any way imaginable.
However, it never appeared, and the two of them just walked forward in confusion.
After walking for a while, Soshiyang suddenly realized that perhaps their movements were just covered up by the sound coming from far away.
It was a song, a female song, rising and falling from the abyss, ebbing and flowing like the ocean, and the surrounding rocks seemed to be infused with this sound.
The intricate harmonies were intertwined, and Soshyan realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, but some kind of chorus.
He seems to have heard it in the Astropath Choir.
“Why is there the singing voice of the Astropath here?”
“You will know when you go down and take a look.”
Sensing that Thor's attitude was a bit strange, Sosh Yang looked back, but could only see part of the other party's silver-gray body emerging from the darkness, and the black goggles that were also staring at him.
"Okay."
After walking more than a hundred steps, Sosh Yang's feet finally touched a large piece of flat ground. They reached the interior, or base, of the temple.
It is also very dark here, but you can vaguely hear the subtle sound of electricity and the echo of piston pumping. Soshyang also asked about the smell of ozone.
Likewise, when they arrived, the singing disappeared.
"Wait, the communication equipment seems to be interfered with."
Sosh Yang wanted to contact the team above, but found that the communication failed.
At this time, there was a constant giggle in the darkness, followed by a whisper.
“Why are you here?”
"We are here to protect the territory and people of the empire."
Knowing that the opponent was nearby, Soshyang took a few steps towards the sound, holding a bolter and pointing the blade to one side to parry any possible threats. attacks appear.
He activated the sensing device on his helmet, and his eyes kept moving, piercing the darkness, watching even the faintest disturbance, looking for any trace on the ground.
Only then did he notice that there were machinery and equipment everywhere, and many pipes were laid on the walls, as if it was a small factory.
After that, the other party’s voice sounded again, sounding even more distant.
"Which war group are you from?"
Suddenly there was a faint murmur from his ears, as light as breathing. Soshiyang immediately turned around, pulled the trigger with his finger and raised the sword edge at the same time.
At this moment, a shining claw pierced Soshyan's chest, and the pale light illuminated Soshyan's roaring face.
In the whirlpool formed by the bomb explosion, blue lightning buzzed, one claw swiped the Shengyan sword and slapped it aside, and the other struck from above Soshyan's face It crossed and brought up a string of blood beads from the corners of his eyebrows.
Then the presence disappeared again, like a ghost in the fog.
Soshyan felt blood flowing from his right cheek, and then began to turn around again, holding the blade level.
“Are you mute?”
Soshiyan resisted the urge to turn toward the voice, guessing it was a fake move.
The strong wind struck again, and out of fighting instinct, he immediately swung his sword to the right.
However, he still failed. The sword penetrated the stone ground nearly half a meter deep.
Just as Soshiyang drew his sword, the cold touch climbed onto the back of his neck.
But this time, what saved him was a sword.
Solomon's Hate bloomed brilliantly in the dark night, expelling the biting coldness from the back of Soshyan's neck, and then Thor, whose figure drifted, disappeared into the darkness at the same time as the existence.
“Ha!”
Soshiyang took a deep breath and pulled the sword out of the ground.
Turning around, I saw the sound of metal colliding in the darkness, as well as the occasional spark.
In the blink of an eye, Soshiyang saw Thor holding two swords, a tall figure covered in a black robe, and sharp claws that occasionally poked out from the darkness - that It was a pair of giant Genestealer claws, fixed to both arms by metal.
When the figure rose and fell, he also saw that the black "burqa" was actually a cloak that was inflating like wings, and was sewn from the skin of a gene stealer. The distorted expressions of those ugly faces can still be vaguely seen above.
(End of this chapter)