As the Inquisition team progressed, the real-life scene quickly became dizzying. If it weren't for the twisting angle of the pillars, Lennart Meyers might have thought they were descending in the same wide room.
.
There seemed to be an eerie eerie feel to the repetition of the room, and there seemed to be some intention behind it, although he could not guess what it meant.
But he was well aware of the size of the space.
Although this is a closed space, it is huge, so the concept of space will be distorted to a certain extent in the human brain.
While rooms appear repeatedly, suggesting infinite directions, they serve no substantive function and do not store anything, but they do have meaning.
A certain intention is immersed in its flawless crimson color.
They reached the lowest level, and several floors up, the exterior openings had been buried under soil and rock, and the team was now below the depth to which the structure was buried.
The brightness of the light was the same as before. The structure of this room was the same as all the rooms they had passed before, but there were no windows. Instead, there was a circular opening, forming a stone tunnel leading to the center of the plateau.
Its shape made Lennart Meyers think it was more like a pipe than a channel. It only extended forward for about 15 meters before being blocked by rocks.
There are no other paths. Their journey seems to be coming to an end.
The tech priest spoke before Lennart Meyers could ask:
"I still don't have any readings."
The Inquisitor said nothing for the time being. His helmet's illumination light emitted a brighter red light, and his frustrated mood seemed to reflect the surrounding light.
"Such ruins were discovered through unnatural means. This kind of work must require strength, and its source must be somewhere."
"But maybe not here."
The one-eyed mercenary suggested again:
"Maybe we're going in the wrong direction."
Lennart Meyers looked at the outer wall of the curved pipe. He was a little confused about the design of the stone sculpture, so he checked it carefully.
It was built by brickwork, and the joints were almost invisible. No grouting was needed, and the stones could be connected perfectly. Each stone was engraved with an image of the room he was in just now, with pillars on it.
Rows of windows, wide spaces, narrowed into abstract lines.
connected lines.
Just like a circuit.
"This is a machine."
After a while, Lennart Meyers suddenly said something shocking.
"I see, we are inside a machine."
"machine?"
The tech-priest repeated it in a questioning tone, as if Lennart Meyers were a blasphemous heretic.
"look."
Lennart Meyers points to the wall.
"We saw so much duplication of rooms, but the rooms themselves didn't make sense, they could have worked together, like cells."
"what is it used for?"
"I don't know, but I can see the energy filling it."
"I see nothing that cannot be explained by changes in the Warp."
The tech-priest looked a little annoyed.
"If this is a machine, it's just a dull machine, and this information has no effect on us."
Lennart Meyers thought for a moment, and suddenly fired a round of fire at the rubble blocking the road with the gun in his hand.
The rubble quickly crumbled, becoming looser than he had imagined, although completely removing it would still be a difficult task.
At this moment, he noticed the stormtroopers waiting.
"What did you find?"
"not found."
Lennart Meyers was not going to give up. Although there was indeed no way out now, he still had one last option.
"Hello Melissa and ask her to come down. I need her strength."
Soon, the Inquisitor's order was conveyed to the surface, and Melissa put on her equipment, picked up her pistol, and followed the Stormtroopers underground.
She followed their footsteps, the dull thud of boots on the ground replaced by the hollow thud of wood.
"Careful, ma'am."
"Thank you."
She stepped onto a narrow platform, but now the world was no longer clearly visible in her mind. It was full of shadows and surrounded by a large blank space. The tapping of her cane let her know that she was down to earth.
The colonists erected a rough scaffolding on the surface of the building, and the hole was located at the base of the gatehouse, where the earth first collapsed and where the inquisitor ordered preliminary excavation.
Minor excavation continued in three other fissures, but none had a clear advantage and most efforts were concentrated here.
There are uneven steps here, roughly sawn, that snake down between rough platforms.
The further down she went, the more blank and chaotic the world became, forcing her to use almost all her spiritual power to block damage, leaving only a small amount of energy to keep herself moving and interact with the material world.
Soon, as darkness entered, anxiety rose, forming a bubble in her mental world.
This was worthless and dangerous. She suppressed it with stronger strength, walked forward, and walked down step by step.
In front of her, the heavy footsteps of the Storm Troopers changed, and now came the echo of hard stone.
"We are about to enter the ruins."
At this moment she has turned to the right.
She turned on the light and found that the previous platform was gradually replaced by a stable structure as she crossed the threshold.
Melissa could clearly see the outline of the arch, as if the break with the subspace suddenly stopped. When she entered, her perception increased a hundred times compared to before.
Time disappears.
The world disappeared.
There is only chaos.
Then, she was attacked, coming from all directions, overwhelming her barriers and immersing her in abnormal energy.
This is not a random intrusion; it has a specific shape, a purpose, and exists in time.
But there is a voice.
It was Lennart Meyers calling her name, and she grasped at the fragments of reality, fighting the mad turbulence, reaching the shore, and little by little regaining the nature of her voice, touch, and thought.
Then she was surprised to find that she was still standing and the judge was standing in front of her.
"Can you continue?"
"Can."
This word symbolizes a kind of victory.
"Sir, people say this building is lifeless, that's not true."
"We know there is distorted energy, that's it."
The judge glanced around and said:
"Bird Divination"
"no change."
It was still the technical priest who spoke.
"Still an incoherent waveform."
Melissa grunted and continued walking forward.
Lower and lower, deeper and deeper, she was gradually involved in the spiritual wind, and every step she took was a war in itself.
She achieved one difficult victory after another, and the more painful it was, the closer she felt to something.
Time was shattered again, and she was in a state of anger and anticipation. When she realized the plane beyond her struggle, she had stopped moving.
Lennart Meyers's voice penetrated the haze, as if coming from another distant planet.
"There is no way, we can't move forward."
The effort of speaking brought her to the edge of collapse, but the responsibility made her stand upright.
"No, we're close."
She stretched out her left hand and brushed her palm against the rock wall.