Chapter 684 Alien Domain
“Ah this.”
Sosh Yang was stunned in place, a little overwhelmed. Suddenly, he found a circular totem in the center of the hall, sitting cross-legged. There was a figure with his head lowered as if he was meditating.
Soshiyang, who had experienced many strange things, slowly walked towards the man with doubts.
“Hello?”
He wasn't sure whether the man was alive or dead, but when he called several times and got no response, he reached out his hand.
But as soon as he touched that person, the other person collapsed like gravel.
“Uh”
Soshiyang didn’t know what to do for a while, but he noticed something seemed to be in the dust, so he picked it up and found that it was a simple silver handle. The pistol seemed to be a very primitive black powder weapon. It had a line of text engraved on it that he didn't quite recognize, but it looked very similar to High Gothic.
While he was meditating, a strange feeling attracted him.
Soshiyang bent down, wiped away the ashes on the ground, and found a piece of red metal lying on the ground. It looked like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade, about a palm wide, and it was covered with black alien symbols.
With great curiosity, Soshiyang reached out and picked up the fragment.
But as soon as his fingers touched the object, his brain suddenly boomed——
“Uh——”
Soshiyang blinked and found that he had In a strange and dead world.
"Why are you always like this recently?"
He was not sure whether this was an illusion or not, so he could only take the first step towards the surface of this world carefully.
Soshiyang walked carefully into the wind, and the dust swirled under his feet. They were all silt that had dried up and lost its vitality, with no possibility of giving birth to life.
He maintained a high degree of vigilance, quietly listening to his own breathing causing a steady vibration inside the power armor, and the cross sight core looked around calmly at this desolate land, visually inspecting His vital signs were listed continuously on the screen.
Accompanied by the soft sound of gravel in the breeze and the low buzzing of the armor, there was still nothing. .
Looking from horizon to horizon, all you see are torn clouds rolling and churning, thunderclouds rushing against each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand shades of red.
Suddenly, he realized that this was probably subspace.
He has witnessed the subspace before, but never seen such a scene. He has never seen the subspace covering an entire world. He has never seen it in a place with real weather phenomena, and he has never seen it in a place with real weather phenomena. I have experienced such a huge subspace that spans thousands of galaxies like a huge wave, like a withered nebula in the void.
The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing away the parchment rolls attached to Soshyan's armor. He could only let the strong wind take them away, and pay attention to his vision while they were blown away by the wind. A warning rune popped out from the edge of the interface, indicating that there was going to be a significant cooling down soon.
Is nightfall coming?
But there was no change in the sky above. Although there seemed to be a setting sun, no sun could be seen.
Soshiyan turned off the flashing runes, and at the same time, his power armor began to make a louder buzzing sound - the driver behind him roared to increase its output, switching to void walking mode. .
Suddenly, he noticed a white spot on the ground. Soshyan squatted down, brushed off the bone-white gravel, and let the dust slip from between the fingers of his glove.
Then a broken mask was revealed, like a howling face. Soshyan felt familiar, and suddenly realized that it was very similar to the mask of the Eldar howling banshee——
"Eldar? Eldar again?"
Soshyan stood up and brushed away the last bits of dust.
“Why have I been entangled with them recently?”
He continued to move forward against the wind. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he found a dead building buried in the lifeless dust. city. Red bone buildings stretched within the field of vision, protruding from the foundations everywhere, as if a mouth was full of broken teeth. Soshyan stood on the edge of the city, looking at the tomb of this alien empty city.
Soshiyan was silent for a moment, listening to the howling wind and the sound of dust hitting his armor.
For some reason, he felt a sense of danger, as if an invisible thing was threatening him and telling him not to get closer.
"Show me your true face."
Soshiyang drew out his Holy Flame Sword, put his thumb close to the activation rune, and the weapon immediately flashed with violent light, reflected on the blade A scene from the storm.
When he walked on the broken streets, the shadows swirled by the wind and dust were scattered and swaying in the howling wind, like ghosts that only existed at the edge of his vision. Every time he When I wanted to see it more clearly, it was cut into pieces by the strong wind again.
The Space Marine clenched his weapon and went deeper, deeper, and there was something there that seemed to squeak a little like pain—something, weakened, trapped, and threatening.
On the dusty gravel, he carefully walked through the ruins of the old city, while the sound of wind mixed with gravel kept bringing distant sounds - such as inhuman voices and alien screams.
Perhaps the strong wind was playing tricks, so that even Soshiyang, who had learned some Eldar language, could not hear any sentences clearly in the storm. Trying to understand a single sentence would only make the rest The sound became even louder, obliterating all efforts to focus.
Continuing deeper into this deserted city, Soshyan has given up his gaze on every fleeting shadow and turned to unfocused glances - in the bumpy gusts of wind, the dim spire is in his sight Flashing out of the corner of his vision, an alien tower pierced the hostile sky with incredible grace.
"How big is this place?"
Time seemed to have lost control, and Soshyan's throat became increasingly thirsty, but he was not slowed down by fatigue.
He had been walking under the endless dusk for more than seventy hours. The only thing that could tell the time was the timing runes on the inner screen of his helmet. However, this number began to become unreliable at the seventieth hour. Numbers pop up randomly, as if it has finally succumbed to the supernatural laws of the warp.
Sometimes he also thinks about how much time has passed in reality while he stayed here?
He walked through another dusty street, his boots grinding on ancient rocks. This might have been a farm dome, where alien plant communities were fertilized and carefully tended, or maybe it was here It was once just a domed public hall——
Soshiyan tried hard to regain his imagination. After trudging another hundred meters in the useless dust, he felt the previous feeling from the ground under his feet. The familiar feeling of threat pulsated slightly.
But looking left and right, he saw only the ruined towers of a lost civilization.
Soshyan knelt down and grabbed a handful of dust again. As before, he watched it slip from his fingers and be torn away by the wind.
The feeling is still there.
Soshiyang took a breath and released the power of the gray marrow.
Finally there was a reaction——
“Huh?”
Soshyan immediately sensed something stirring and digging upwards below.
It swallowed the sand all the way up, like a cold hound, sniffing the power of Soshyan's gray marrow.
In a moment of surprise, Soshyan turned around and stood firm, shuddering in the face of the twisted despair that was gradually approaching.
By the time the first giant hand was raised from the sand, Soshyan had already stepped back more than ten steps, steadying his feet, and the sword in his hand was ready to go.
A huge creature surged forward with invisible hatred. Soshiyang was fearless and watched silently as the statue of the dying god struggled to rise from the scarlet soil.
But then I discovered that it seemed to be unable to stand for a while.
More updates tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)