Chapter 2724 Palace of Dead Bones
After staring for a moment, Soshiyang stretched out his hand towards the wormhole.
When he felt that he was in contact with another world, he boldly stepped into it - if there were any science and technology experts here, they would think it was suicide, because no Necrontyr would walk into a world. In strange wormholes, the chaotic dimensional space is sometimes even more dangerous than space. If you are not careful, you may be eternally exiled to a time gap that no one knows.
Of course Soshyan is ignorant and fearless. He feels that his ability is enough to deal with any space problem.
“Huh?”
After walking out of the wormhole, Soshyan was stunned. He was in a tomb hall suspected of being Necrontyr. There were worn and collapsed black stone statues and pillars everywhere, and there were many rickety skinners wandering in the dark. When they saw him, they all knelt down and worshiped.
A tomb, this was not the place he wanted to come to. He wanted to try to see if he could return directly to the Nessen galaxy or a familiar place.
So he turned his head, raised the skull cup in his hand and turned it gently, and a wormhole appeared - he didn't know what the use of turning in a circle like this was, he just instinctively felt that it might be like this , or maybe not, it was just his "thoughts" that made him go back, but just as he thought before, his thinking was always that of an ordinary person, and his thoughts could easily be fed back into his actions.
When he returned to the Skinning Temple, he changed the door again. This time before he entered, he was thinking of Nathan No. 4
“Here again?”
But as soon as he walked out of the wormhole, he found that he was still in the original tomb, but in a different position. The reason why he recognized it as a tomb was because he saw the same symbols, which meant that it was the same dynasty.
Then he returned to the Skinning Temple and came out again.
After trying again and again ten times, he could only reach this tomb.
“Strange. Could it be that he is trapped?”
At this time, he asked Shi Yang suddenly realized something, that is, he did not come to the Skinning Temple consciously, but came here with his whole body, and how to go back
He doesn't seem to know.
In order to understand the situation, Soshyan chose to go deep into the Necrontyr's tomb to see what was going on.
When he was looking for an exit, many skinners staggered out from all directions, following behind him, holding high dry bones, skins and other objects as if they were holding flags, and even beating themselves with bones. The body emits chaotic rhythms like a celebration parade.
Soshyan didn't care about the skinners who "escorted" him behind him. He left the hall and entered a passage. The passage was straight and regular. The long stairs went all the way down and then turned at a right angle. rise.
Ascending all the way up the stairs, Soshyan soon came to a semi-open-air hall. Every pillar here was thicker than his body, and the pillars extended to the top hundreds of meters high. Judging from the constricted structure of the dome, this is probably a pyramid-shaped building. There are four skylights on the four sides of the building. Through the skylights, you can see the dark night sky and stars.
But what's even weirder is that there are no statues in the hall, only skulls. Rows after rows of skulls are stacked against the wall, with countless empty eye sockets staring at Soshiyang.
For normal humans, such a scene may be terrifying, but Soshyan is not surprised. However, if he remembers correctly, the Necrontyr should not have a culture of skull worship.
Passing through this pyramid hall full of skulls, Soshyan came to a corridor paved with bones. Various huge spines were even piled into an arch, and overhead were hung like lanterns. rib cage. There are thousands of artificially spliced skeletons kneeling on both sides of the trail. Many of them are even the skeletons of different creatures spliced together. Although they are crudely made, their postures are very unified. They all have their heads lowered and their hands on the ground, as if In welcoming the arrival of the gods——
In a sense, this is indeed the case.
Soshyan originally thought that all the skeletons were obtained from very ancient times, until he passed by a skeleton that had not yet been put together. The left half of its chest, including the first to eighth plate-like ribs, were covered with thick plates. There was a thick layer of coagulated blood, and the structure of this rib was not unfamiliar to Soshyan at all.
Because only Astartes had this kind of plate-like ribs, Soshyan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked towards the end of the corridor, where countless skeletons also formed the doorway leading to the next area.
As he walked in, he heard chants echoing inside the door.
“Show me what’s going on.”
Pressing his hand on the door full of bones, Soshiyang exerted force, only to hear a crash, and countless bones collapsed, some of which turned into dust due to too long time.
At the same time, the chanting turned into a howling.
Soshiyang strode out of the fog barrier formed by bone dust. In front of him was a very huge palace, even larger and more glorious than the bridge of the previous tomb ship.
A huge brazier surrounds a central corridor. Strange blue flames burn in the brazier, and the fuel is bones. The floor here is covered with filth, and countless skinners kneel on the ground. At the end of the palace An altar was built with countless blood and peeled skins to build a twisted statue tens of meters high. It was probably the image of Landogore in the crazy world of the Skinner.
A dozen things that were much taller than the average skinners, covered in complete human skins, hunched over in front of the statue of the Star God, muttering some kind of prayer.
Behind the flesh statue is a huge eternal door. The door stands on a wide staircase. The black stone frame on it is well preserved, as if it is a newly carved rock. What it leads to is a throne made of broken bones. A huge throne decorated with broken skin, with a Necrontyr sitting on it.
A Necrontyr who looks normal.
This is a Necrontyr overlord, wearing a towering thorny golden crown. He is taller than an Astartes. Dark golden lines are all over his noble body studded with jewels, and he has an emerald tassel. The cloak wraps half of his body, and his right hand is holding a double-headed void blade, and his left hand is casually placed on the armrest of the throne. This hand has a mutation similar to that of the Skinner, and the fingers have become huge Sharp claws, even with an ominous black flash on the edges.
When Soshyan walked step by step to the main road in the middle of the hall, the creature suddenly raised its head, as if it had noticed the other person, and its evil eyes were shining in the shadows.
“Hail to you, Messenger of Divine Grace.”
Since he has not made a sound for nearly tens of millions of years, the voice of this undead overlord is like rusty metal rubbing against each other, harsh and unclear.