On the outskirts of the horizon loop of the capital Ulanhuda capital, a long magnetic levitation track travels eastward along the southern highlands.
Soshiyang stood by the spacious carriage, watching the whirlpool of sandstorms outside the carriage through thick glass, and dust rolled on the ground, like a terrible living creature devouring everything on the ground.
This kind of sandstorm seems to be very common in all casting worlds, but in fact there is not much gravel inside. Most of them are waste residue poured out from factories. Sometimes Soshiyang even mocks it. The so-called God of All Machines is more suitable for the God of Desert.
I don’t know when it started, but it seems that industry and machinery have always been linked to desolation and dust. Perhaps because of some Veronica influence, Soshiyan did not like this kind of scenery.
Thinking of her again-
Soshiyang sighed subconsciously.
"Captain, you seem to have something to worry about?"
Hearing Bangula's voice behind him, Soshiyang shook his head.
"It's not a matter of concern, it's just a trivial matter."
In this gorgeous and comfortable car, there were few passengers in and out of the machine servant who was responsible for providing natural food and drinks occasionally. Talos sat on a huge chair with his legs on the table, distorting the table. He was watching a local horror movie about a murderer who killed and peeled with a chainsaw through the data board. Kayan sat on a chair five meters away from him, looking out the window, and Thor sat near the door of the car, with his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping.
Everyone seemed to have fallen into a strange silence a long time ago, and nothing could help them pass the boring time on the journey.
The place they are going to is the most mysterious and most heavily guarded area of the Skyline.
Titan Factory.
"I think it's probably not a trivial matter that can make you sigh in the Soushiyang War Commander."
Soshiyan did not answer Bangula's words, but was still looking out the window.
The borders of the pale plains were both strange and dull in his eyes. The dusty mineral warehouses, rusty recycling warehouses and towering drilling machines covered the horizon, while those who worked hard on the ground were mostly gloomy and weathered, and their clothes were exactly the same as the rough gray on the ground.
After a few minutes, Soshiyang suddenly spoke:
"Sage of Bangula, do you often go in and out of the sub-space, do you know about Comoros?"
As soon as this said, Talos put down the data board slightly, Kayang turned his head, but only Thor still closed his eyes.
"Comoros......"
Bangula frowned and repeated the word. He actually didn't quite understand what Soshiyan asked and suddenly mentioned this, so he was considering how to answer.
After hesitating for more than ten seconds, he said cautiously:
"I've heard of it."
But Soshiyan heard the caution in his tone, so he comforted:
"Don't worry, it's just a little chat between friends. I have a friend who is having some trouble there, so I want to get a little bit of an idea of that place."
After Soshiyan said this, Bangula nodded thoughtfully. He guessed that the other party's thoughts were probably related to Comoros, so he spoke:
"That place...I've been there too."
"oh?"
Soshiyang made a surprised voice and then turned around.
"Please tell me as much as possible."
"As you wish... To be honest, I don't want to recall that journey. Although many people know that Comoros is at the core of the Internet, how to get there has always been a big problem. If no one leads the way, most ships will eventually be lost in the complex Internet labyrinth, and even for a thousand or ten thousand years, if they are not lucky enough to hit a damaged Internet lane, the influx of demons will tear all the lives they see, but navigating in the Internet lane is almost impossible. There is between subspace and the physical universe. The Navigator's Eye has no effect and the instrument cannot play any role. It is said that only the bone chants of the Spirit can navigate the Internet lane, while outsiders can only rely on memory or road maps drawn by their predecessors."
Hearing this, Soshiyang glanced at Kayang and then asked.
"Then how did you go?"
Before Bangula answered, he turned the cane in his right hand uneasy.
"I... have a few friends who haven't contacted me for a long time, but our relationship was pretty good at that time, and I took their ride."
"I understand, please continue."
"There are several key points to go to Comoros. The first is to find a good backer, preferably a larger conspiracy group. They will give collaborators some "pass", which may be a letter, a flag, or even a finger. As long as you have this thing, it will not be easy to encounter the scattered dark spirit pirates halfway. They are not only robbed in the physical universe, but also their hunting grounds. Of course, they can go without this, but the danger on the road is very high. At least half of the passengers go to Comoros as cargo and slaves, and the ending waiting for them is mostly very tragic."
When Soshiyang heard the pass, he felt aroused in his heart and remembered the invitation left by the Dark Spirit.
"The second point is to try not to expose your identity as much as possible, including the camp you are in. Although Comoros do not refuse, the dark spirits have cruel and changeable personality and are very revengeful. For example, some hate Astartes, some hate Mechanisms, and some hate terrorism believers... Once your information is exposed, it is very likely to attract unnecessary enemies and pursuers, so disguising it in that place is very important."
"The third is to prepare some goods that are not important to you, not for transactions, but for tax payments... The management of Comoros is extremely chaotic, and some consuls often set up checkpoints at the entrance to collect taxes. Although they would not directly attack passing ships due to Victor's edict, once they could not deliver the goods they were satisfied with, it would be hard to say. We were not prepared that time and had to hand over one-third of the crew."
"Tell me about Comoros."
"From a distance, Comoros is really weird. It is like a pile of broken blades covering the sky. The dark spikes of the tower protrude from the surface to all directions. The foundation is engulfed by a dark metropolis and industrial dungeons. The sky is filled with ships of different races and sizes. Flying between the foliage-like buildings of the shipping hub and the luxurious floating palaces, the dark spirits devoted all the energy of the entire race to the ultimate art, that is, extracting the most complete and thorough pain from those who have been robbed in the real universe outside the Internet..."
"Since that's the case, why can it be called prosperity?"
"...even so, there are still endless outsiders trying to enter this city, because there are not only pain, but also endless desires and wealth. What to say... The Dark Spirit Clan is arrogant, but there is no such arrogance as other Spirit Clans. They respect the strong and the power very much. As long as you have enough strength and wealth, even if you are the race they despise the most, you can still get everything you want in Comoros, including the beautiful and graceful Spirit Clan beauties - the premise is that they can not be killed on the bed by them. The women of the Dark Spirit Clan are very strong. They are both madmen on the battlefield and madmen on the bed... I heard."
At this time, Talos, who was looking at the data board, suddenly said something sarcastically.
"It's better if someone is there."
Kayang just chuckled and did not argue with the other party.