Finally, the killers came to the entrance of the underground laboratory. McCarty carefully released a hidden servo skull first - the killer must not only be proficient in weapons, but also proficient in tools.
Soon a huge, high-arched secret room appeared on the miniature screen in McCarty's hand. There was no change from what he saw last time. Even many lights were still on, including the huge explosion-proof doors that were open.
In such a state, the Mechanicus archaeologists stationed here are heavily sheltered - both to protect them from the outside world and to ensure that the outside world is protected from anything they might accidentally discover.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, the team quietly entered the hall through the pipe, and their superhuman senses were keen to detect any threats, but nothing else appeared here.
Rows of cogitators are placed along the walls of the hall, some have been shattered, and some are still running quietly. The array of cogitators extends to another huge vaulted hall, armored glass boxes, and piles of data boards.
The workbench and the broken remains of sample tubes on the floor showed what had been contained here, and McCarty knew what it had been - the remains of those metal demons.
"The remains of those metal devils have been taken away."
McCarty walked toward a damaged glass box while observing, and at the same time, his spiritual communication was never interrupted.
"The metal demons came to take away their kind, and the mechanical slave master disturbed them."
He touched the broken device with his hand, then turned to look at other parts. There were traces of hasty evacuation and fighting everywhere. The tools and instruments were messy, and there were scorch marks and scratches everywhere.
"Once those slave soldiers lose their masters, it stands to reason that they will either go into a state of downtime or return to the scheduled evacuation point... But the group just now was obviously in a frantic state."
"Captain, look here."
After receiving the signal from the team members, McCarty immediately walked towards where the other party was, in front of an open metal container...
He looked in the direction of his teammates' fingers and found a body lying in the empty container. He walked in carefully, pushed the body, and turned it over.
It was a young woman wearing a Mechanicus robe, with only a mass of tattered flesh and broken bones left on her still-physical face. It seemed that she was going to hide inside when something unexpected happened, but before she could close the container, she
What broke in——
Death is quick and sudden.
McCarty pondered for a moment, then called the team members to start moving. So far, they had not found any metal demons, and now they had to find an entrance.
According to the inference of the bishops, the metal demons reacted so violently to the underground laboratory of the mechanical slave owners. They must have touched something important or an area. It is probably the real lair of the metal demons. From here, they may be able to
Entering the enemy's core area and detecting key intelligence - what the cult lacks most now is intelligence. Without accurate intelligence, all subsequent decisions are likely to be wrong.
Then they entered the next room, which McCarty had not seen either.
"A killing."
I saw that this place was already a purgatory. The dirty blood and oil on the laboratory floor had not yet dried up. These liquids were gushes from the horrific wounds on the corpses of the skitarii, servitors and servants. They did not know that they were killed by the enemy.
Brutal killings, or killing each other in a ferocious frenzy. In short, there is no trace of the metal devils here.
Passing through the laboratory, the silent killers walked into a huge domed hall. Sets of beams, cranes and gantry occupied most of the cave space. A set of scaffolding was erected around it, with four-legged tanks.
The blocky cockpit was partially stripped away, covered with hoses and fuel pipes, and placed in a maintenance shop on one side.
The limp servo arm dangled around the bracket, and the same lifeless corpses were everywhere, splattered with blood and oil.
Among the corpses, McCarty saw a corpse with only half left. Its upper body disappeared directly from the waist, and the incisions showed a state of dissolution. He could not think of any weapon with such destructive power for a while.
, but looking at this guy’s gold-rimmed red robe, he knew that this was a being with a high status among mechanical slave owners. They were generally called sages.
Going deep along the passage that buzzed with static electricity, the killers finally came to a triangular hall. At the end of the hall, the black stone sparkled, and the words on it were like flowing silver. Arches appeared on the black stone rock mass, and again
Tall and slender, with perfect geometry and straightness.
"This is it..."
McCarty walked over, and the surrounding powerful floodlights pierced the darkness inside. The light illuminated the intricate traces of silver metal embedded in every surface of the black rock mass - the walls, floors and ceilings shimmered with captured starlight.
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"Let's go, for the sake of the Order, we must find out the origins of these metal demons."
Taking a deep breath, the killers leaned towards the corridor covered with silver patterns.
After walking for more than ten meters, the knee-high steps began to descend, followed by a long stretch of hundreds of meters. The alien killers jumped over these huge steps nimbly. McCarty was thinking about what these magnificent steps were used for.
Are there any larger entities of these metal demons?
Occasionally they would stop and use the miniature photographic equipment in their hands to record everything around them, mainly the symbols, geometric shapes and circles arranged in a row, formed by continuous lines.
The symbols hang on walls, on the ground and high up, giving the impression that the meaning of this unique language is conveyed by the whole rather than individual elements.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the gleaming black passage in front of them with etchings in the style of ancient civilizations extended into the darkness, beyond the reach of their sight.
After walking for a long time, the corridor tilted in two directions, but left a rather large front hall. Five killers now occupied this place. In front of the new barrier, they seemed so small and insignificant. As soon as those huge doors opened,
It may indicate that something ancient and terrible will bring them doom.
But McCarty didn't back down at all. He stepped forward and began to study how to enter.
It was at this time that all the killer species heard a rushing sound coming from the passage they were walking through.
"Watch the back!"
The killer on guard at the rear of the team raised his personal weapon, which was an ancient and beautifully crafted dart gun, a relic of a certain mechanical priest.
Soon, the unique popping sound of the dart bullet gun sounded, and the angry red whip was sharp and real. It penetrated something, and the green light was blown away in a dazzling flash, as if it had been blown out.