Rozim turned his head suddenly, but only saw a light green fluorescence in the dark, heading towards the Terminator who was attacking like crazy.
Then there was a more shocking scene.
The fluorescent light was divided into three in the dark, and then combined into one. At the last moment, Rozim's enhanced vision made him vaguely see that the light was actually a knife from Sinrata's hand.
At that moment, it was—
A person is like a knife, a knife is like fire, and fire is like a hell!
And he himself took off his shirt at some point, and could see light green lines flowing on his skin, a bit like the mechanical lines that teaches some kind of meditative thinkers.
When the green fluorescent light burst out like a spark and disappeared in the dark like a meteor, the Terminator stopped moving and froze at the moment when it swung its claws.
A second later, with a clang, its left arm fell off, then its right arm, then its head, and then its legs.
The huge Terminator seemed to be a toy that was broken up, and in just a blink of an eye it turned into six pieces.
"Wandai Guigui, what's this guy?—"
The original death situation was reversed in an instant. As the leaders all died, the cultists were completely trapped in chaos and fear. Most of them screamed in the dark and then silently, while a small number hurriedly fled to the passage.
When Rozim turned on the lights again, he saw only corpses everywhere, dismembered Terminator, and Sinrata who had just put on his shirt.
He blinked at the other party, and then asked a question that he thought was stupid afterwards.
"Why do you need to take off your clothes when you fight?"
The other party didn't even look at it, and said lightly.
"like."
"Wow, how did you do it?"
Hank Evans bent over and walked to the Terminator's body, looked carefully at the smooth cut, and said:
"This is more neat than a machine. You can do it."
"Let's go."
Sinrata turned around and walked towards a passage. The three of them knew that the other party would not explain, so they followed.
But as he went deeper, Rozim felt the air get hotter and hotter, so that they all sweated heavily afterwards, except for Sinrata.
"Boss, why is this... so hot?"
"I don't know either? We won't go to the crater."
As they were talking, suddenly, they left the passage and walked into an open explosion-proof door, and then were covered by a red light.
At that moment, Rozim felt his heart almost burst, while Cron and Hank Evans simply collapsed to the ground.
Trying to look forward with his eyes open, Rozim saw a magnificent temple and an altar made of bones, at least fifty meters high. At the top of the altar was a crystal-clear but slightly trembling heart floating.
Countless human figures with skin stripped off worship around the altar and made humming low sounds.
"This is--"
So far, nothing can surprise Rozim anymore, except for what really happened next.
With the thunderous roar and a sudden burst of burning with hair standing upright, the heart above the altar throbbed in the dazzling explosion light, and the strong light almost burned Rozim's retina, leaving him with the same picture for a few minutes.
The next moment, all the worshippers turned into pieces of charred debris, crackling around, and fortunately, several people were not physically injured.
But what followed was the tremor from his heart that almost tore his soul apart. Rozim had never been so painful in his life, and blood was oozing out of his facial features.
Only Sinrata, only him is still the same as usual.
He looked at the thing for a moment, slowly took off his sunglasses, a green light flashed in his pupils, and then whispered:
"So it's the Hellfire Stone, what did I think it was-"
As he said that, he took out a silver object from his arms, like a clock.
"Since that's the case, then..."
"Um?"
Rozim walked into the explosion-proof door that was opened, and it was pitch black inside. Sinrata was the first to walk in. At this time, he was standing in the darkness, motionless,
"What the hell is this?"
Sinrata turned around and threw something to Rozim.
“Just it.”
Rozim caught it and found that it was a red crystal the size of a fist, which was slightly hot, and some purple flocs were suspended inside.
"What's this?"
“Things hidden here.”
"ah?"
Rozim scratched his head, a little confused for a moment.
"Boss, this place-"
Cron glanced at the hall and found that the whole place was like a death-striking missile, with almost nothing complete, except for the charred wreckage and bones everywhere-
"Why is it a little weird?"
"I know."
Rozim was also a little confused. He always felt that he had missed something.
"Boss, what should I do next?"
"yes."
The chef nodded and looked at Sinrata.
“What should I do next?”
The other party only said one word.
"run."
Almost as the words left Sinrata's mouth, a huge voice of anger erupted in the hall, reminding them where the danger came from.
"Damn! Why do some strange guys suddenly appear??"
"Kill them!"
"Don't play with your damn horn!"
Although I haven't seen the other person yet, Rozim is probably sure that this is a group of space warriors in terms of tone and volume.
Chaos Space Marine.
"run!"
The four of them immediately chose a path to start running, but why didn't they choose the path to come?
Rozim didn't know either, because the road was taken by Sinrata.
As he ran over the skeleton debris, he turned his head and glanced at several Black Legion Space Marines in black armor and with obvious mutants were rushing towards them bypassing a pillar in the hall.
There are five of them, all of whom are wielding explosive guns in their hands, while the other hand is either a chainsaw axe or a chainsaw sword.
Running in the front only one was the gun, because his left hand had completely mutated into a sticky and swollen tentacle, Rozim said surely that it hardly improved its appearance, and was obviously the most dangerous.
The rest is better, especially when it looks like that, either with claws or horns, and its door posture is enough to tell Rozim that this team has been fighting together for many years and will do its best to use a comrade to protect itself.
Before Rozim retracted his sight, the bombs began to mess up the floor near them, but luckily they seemed to be shooting no better than most cultists.
However, it was only a matter of time before they hit the fortune, so they changed their route near the intersection of the walkway.
"Golion! You've hit you wrong again!"
"Furias, shut up! I haven't exposed you when I cheated on the roulette game last time!"
"Ahhh, yes, yes, destroyer."
"Don't call this damn name!"
Although these guys were noisy, their speed was not slow at all, forcing the four of them to exert all their energy and ran wildly for fear of death.
"Why not call back?"
Rozim turned his head gaspingly and looked at Sinrata. He felt that this man should have a way to deal with these Chaos Space Marines.
But Sinrata just took out a watch and looked at it, then shook her head.