There are probably more than two hundred steps in the temple. The team did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and the entire temple was completely silent.
After entering the gate carved with gargoyles, the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a huge statue of a crow. Its eyes were as red as blood, its body was pitch black, its head was raised high and its wings were flapping. It seemed that it was about to soar into the sky, and in its giant claws
Below, there is a mountain of skulls, most of which are deformed.
A deformed skull.
"Iron."
Armin walked up, knocked on the statue, and came to a conclusion.
"In order to prevent the accident just now, only Suo Shiyang and I will go in this time. You guard the door and don't let anyone in or out."
Suddenly, Sol made a decision, which made Soshyang feel strange.
Not because of this decision, but because Thor had never given orders for him before, but today he unexpectedly acted very forcefully.
The other soldiers looked at Sosh Yang, and he nodded, indicating his agreement with Sol's plan.
Afterwards, Soshyan and Thor walked into the passage behind the statue that was large enough for two Land Raiders to run parallel to each other.
It was very dark inside, even unnaturally dark. It was as if they were trapped in thick ink. They could only rely on the automatic sensors of their helmets to sense activities within a few meters around them.
They walked for hundreds of meters without encountering anything until they passed through a stone arch.
After stepping into the arch, some subtle lights began to appear on the wall, and Soshyan's sensor told him that these lights contained trace amounts of radiation.
Every loss has a gain, at least his vision has become clearer, he can see his surroundings clearly, and he can save some time groping in the dark.
But as he learned more about the situation around him, the doubts in his heart became heavier.
From the outside, there was no doubt that the main rock of the temple was made by rough handwork. Its aisles and walls were rough and there were no traces of mechanical carving.
But now, the bumpy ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through his boots, Sosh Yang can clearly feel the regular ups and downs. The touch is very smooth, and the rock walls are as smooth as a mirror.
Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from the shaping of machinery, but whether it was created over a long period of time or formed by some more evil subspace power is unknown.
Finally, they reached a staircase going down.
Is this ladder just big enough for the two of them to walk side by side? There are no guardrails on both sides? Sosh Yang accidentally dropped a small stone, and then the thing fell into the endless abyss of darkness with a clang.
There is no doubt that this staircase is a hanging ladder, suspended over an abyss.
But we have come this far and it is impossible to look back? After discussing with Sol, Sosh Yang decided to go in front, while the other party was in the back? They covered each other one after another.
During this process, Soshyang had been worried that the shadow would suddenly attack and retaliate against them in any way imaginable.
However, it never appeared? The two of them just walked forward in confusion.
After walking for a while? Suoshiyang suddenly realized that maybe their movements were just covered up by the sound coming from far away.
Is that a kind of song, a female song, floating out from the abyss, one after another? Like the ebb and flow of the sea, the surrounding rocks seem to be infused with this sound.
Intricate harmonies intertwined with each other? Soshyan realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, but some kind of choral section.
He seems to have heard it? In the Astropath Choir.
"Why is there the singing of the Astropath here?"
"You'll know when you go down and take a look."
Sensing that Thor's attitude was a bit strange, Sosh Yang looked back, but could only see part of the other party's silver-gray body emerging from the darkness, and the black eyepiece that was staring at him.
"All right."
After walking more than a hundred steps? Sosh Yang’s feet finally touched a large piece of flat ground.
They arrived at the interior, or bottom, of the temple.
It was also very dark here, but one could vaguely hear the subtle sound of electricity and the echo of piston pumping. Soshyang also asked about the smell of ozone.
Likewise, when they arrived, the singing disappeared.
"Wait a minute, the communication equipment seems to be interfered with."
Soshyang wanted to contact the team above, but found that the communication failed.
At this time, a constant giggle came from the darkness, followed by a whisper.
"Why are you here?"
"We are here to protect the empire's territory and people."
Knowing that the opponent was nearby, Soshyan took a few steps towards the sound, holding a bolter and pointing the blade to one side to parry any attack that might appear at any time.
He activated the sensing device on his helmet, and his eyes kept moving, piercing the darkness, watching even the faintest disturbance, looking for any trace on the ground.
Only then did he notice that there were machinery and equipment everywhere, and there were many pipes laid on the walls, as if it was a small factory.
After that, the other party's voice sounded again, sounding even more distant.
"Which war group are you from?"
Suddenly, a faint noise came from his ears, as light as breathing. Soshiyang immediately turned around, pulled the trigger with his finger and raised the blade of the sword.
At this moment, a shining claw pierced Soshyan's chest, and a pale light illuminated Soshyan's roaring face.
In the whirlpool formed by the bomb explosion, blue lightning buzzed, one claw swiped the Shengyan sword and slapped it aside, and the other swiped across Soshyan's face, from his
There was a string of blood beads on the corners of his eyebrows.
Then the presence disappeared again, like a ghost in the fog.
Soshyan felt blood flowing from his right cheek, and then started to turn around again, holding the sword blade straight.
"Are you mute?"
Soshyan resisted the urge to turn towards the voice, guessing it was a feint.
The strong wind struck again, and out of fighting instinct, he immediately swung his sword to the right.
However, he still failed, and the sword penetrated the stone ground nearly half a meter deep.
Just as Soshiyang drew his sword, the cold touch climbed onto the back of his neck.
But this time, what saved him was a sword.
Solomon's Hate bloomed brilliantly in the dark night, expelling the biting coldness from the back of Soshyan's neck, and then Thor, whose figure drifted, disappeared into the darkness at the same time as the existence.
"ha!"
Soshyan took a deep breath and pulled the sword out of the ground.
Turning around and looking around, I saw the sound of metal colliding constantly in the darkness, and sparks occasionally bursting out.
In the blink of an eye, Soshiyang saw Thor holding two swords, a tall figure covered in a black robe, and sharp claws that occasionally poked out from the darkness - a pair of huge genes.
The thief's claws were fixed on both arms by metal.
When the figure rose and fell, he could still see that the black "burqa" was actually a cloak that was inflating like wings, and it was sewn with the skin of a gene stealer, and could still be vaguely seen on it.