When Soshiyan was forced to swallow the bitter fruit of failure, in the dark and deep underground passage, Garmozejie was chatting and laughing with the Chaos Lords in a Spartan assault tank.
"Thanks to your plan, I attracted the Astral Knights by siegeing the White Holy Church, and this is the opportunity to break through the blockade of the Dark Angel."
Drum Korda rarely appreciates someone, but this time he is not stingy with the words of the Red Pirate Lord.
The dusty Equisus sat opposite them, looking very unhappy, but he still looked at Garmozejie and said in a muffled voice:
"I owe you once, I will remember it. If I need it in the future, I will squeak it."
Garmozejie just smiled slightly.
Kranon, who was sitting next to him, tilted his head and asked curiously:
"I said, how do you make sure that the Astral Knights will definitely choose to support the White Temple first, rather than the Dark Angel?"
"This--"
Garmozejie paused for a moment, then smiled:
"Because some people are selfish..."
Zhagsin, the destructionist who was resurrected from the dead, was covered with traces of war, and there was a clear sword mark on his helmet, but this seemed to not affect him at all.
It's just that his shoulders and neck twitch from time to time.
Hearing Garmozejie's words, he turned his head and asked playfully:
"You seem to be familiar with him."
"who?"
"Who else can be there, Soshiyan."
Garmozejie blinked.
"It's very familiar, but it's more familiar to you than you."
"What do you think of them?"
Garmozejie smiled coldly.
"hypocrite."
At this time, Kranon also slapped his knees suddenly and said loudly:
"All hypocrites, they are all guys!"
Zhagsing did not pay attention to the ruthless person, but looked at Garmozejie for a while, then nodded slightly.
"We have time...we have to have a good chat."
And deeper in this hidden tunnel, two human figures also found their target in the dark cave-
"It should be here."
Thor raised his head and with the help of the night vision function of his helmet, he could see clearly the huge metal ring with a diameter of more than one thousand meters in front of him.
In the center of the metal circle is a bronze sphere perfectly embedded in the frame.
Looking at the metal ring, YT-001 walked forward and began to roll the bronze sphere.
Thor was watching from the side, and he probably guessed that this might be some kind of password lock.
After rolling for about a minute, a seamless panel quietly slid open in the curve of the ring in front of him, revealing the strangely slanted steps, and the black marble at night was decorated with sapphire patterns.
YT-001 didn't say anything, and walked in with his own care. Thor immediately followed the other party.
As soon as he stepped on the ladder, he immediately realized that this was not some kind of physical channel—
This is actually a portal!
The moment he was wrapped in a halo, Thor felt a very tormented sense of misalignment, as if he was riding an interstellar spaceship and crashed directly from the vast ocean.
The adaptive system of the Power A is sizzling due to static electricity. It strives to present a complete image to Saul, but it almost distorts every sense of his senses due to a fault.
In order not to be defeated by this sudden dizziness, Thor had to grab his sword tightly and take a deep breath.
“Just take some time to balance your senses.”
The shriveled sound of YT-001 sounded, and Thor just nodded, because he felt that he would definitely act like a fool when he spoke in this situation.
Before fully opening his eyes, Thor calmed his mind into a lower state of mind and slowly relaxed.
Then, when he really opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the middle of a glass platform.
This glass platform floated over countless super-dimensional unfoldings, overlapping and floating crystal stairs at incredible angles, making him hold his breath.
Suddenly, he seemed to see someone in the distance climbing the steps that were endless. The angles and dazzling reflections quickly blurred their outlines, but when he looked more closely, the figures disappeared.
This scene made Thor's heart feel strange, and he didn't think he was having hallucinations.
He then turned his attention to his own situation.
This translucent nine-sided platform stands a strange creature on each side. They are made of silver metal and black rocks, with lion-like bodies and falcon-like wings, and the heads are characterized by birds and beasts. There are nine of them in total, and their positions form the symbol of the Nine-Ray Star.
When he focused his attention on their heads, he found that they seemed consistent, but in fact they were not the same. Each forehead was embedded with a flashing silver mark like a unique brand, and their eyes were also very special, one for silver and the other for black.
And even more strange, Thor realized that each head had a burning energy.
But this is not a psychic energy. He cannot see any signs of the flowing subspace energy in their bodies. This is another power that exists in the physical universe.
"The winged beast—"
Just as I was thinking, suddenly, these "stone sculptures" moved together and turned their heads neatly towards Thor.
At a certain moment, he seemed to have noticed an emotion called "anger", so he subconsciously was about to draw his sword.
"Don't touch your sword."
YT-001 coldly prevented his further action.
"Otherwise the Guardians will tear you apart, even if you are the champion swordsmen of the Third Legion, there is no possibility of being spared. After all, the purpose of their creation... is to fight antigens."
As he said that, YT-001 walked forward and spoke a word that Saul couldn't understand, and then the stone sculptures returned to their original state.
“What are they?”
“Sulush.”
“I mean its essence.”
"You don't need to know so much, only he is qualified to know this."
Thor glanced at the cyborg deeply and gave up the idea of asking questions.
"What's next."
"Let's go."
Following YT-001 toward the edge of the platform, Thor saw a huge moving ladder rising in front of him, and each level condensed him into eternity in that moment of attention.
Unlike the steps that are arranged in a chessboard around, these stairs climb straight to a height of more than 100 meters, leading directly to a magnificent palace with high towers standing in front of them, with silver arcs as huge as mountains. In the center is a pitch-black gate, and some stone sculptures and statues entrenched majestic at both ends.
"What's this?"
Thor asked again that the styles of those buildings were very different, but there were still some human art styles in it.
"The Destroyed Ghost of Tessifon..."
When YT-001 said this, it was rare to have a hint of emotion and a hint of melancholy.
“…The last entrance is on top, with what we are looking for.”
Thor walked along the side of the semi-robot and tried to uncover the mystery of the strange buildings below the platform, but at this moment, he could not see anything except countless changing stairs and looming palace domes.
He immediately realized what the other party meant by "ghost".
These buildings are most likely not physical, but he can feel that they are obviously some kind of existence that transcends the laws of physics and are both true and illusory, but they do not have the instability and confusion of subspace.
To create such miracles, Thor spent some time speculating on its possible creators, but he had no clue.