"Maybe Menak really didn't come here for the massacre this time."
Amnak expressed his opinion.
"Otherwise they have no reason to clean up the battlefield. The only possibility is that they capture everyone in the entire city."
"Capture him?"
Soshyan frowned.
"What are they arresting people for?"
"Actually, you should have imagined it."
When Amnak said this, Soshyan immediately thought of it and narrowed his eyes.
"Retrobiotic transformation, have they already started..."
"Not sure, maybe it's just for testing or some other purpose."
"If that's the case, doesn't it mean there won't be skinners here? Wouldn't it be a waste of time to come here?"
As Soshyan walked, he felt a little upset. For the first time, he felt like he was being controlled every step of the way, as if what he was going to do had already been determined.
Soon, the two came to a seaside square. On one side of the square was a huge church, with statues of commanders on horseback on both sides. Around the edge of the other side, there were many shabby stalls scattered on the road away from the square.
There was no one in the sky.
Like other places, the square was empty, even the trees were bare, and the marble floor tiles washed by rain reflected the sky monotonously.
"Go to the church. It is often the first place people choose when encountering a disaster. If there is a cellar, we may be able to find survivors hiding, and we will know what happened."
On the way to the church, Soshyan saw a three-story mansion. Generally, the status of living in such a location would not be too low, so he turned around to take a look at the situation.
He opened a door, and the stale air billowed in. Its interior was thick with dust, and the house extended from a central corridor with a flight of stairs that spiraled to the floors above.
"The internal structure of the house is intact, the table is still in place, and there are no signs of struggle. It's strange. Even if someone is arrested, there should be some movement."
Then the two of them approached the church. Its main door was closed. The two bronze doors were engraved with images of soldiers marching. Soshyan noticed that the door and the surrounding stones were deformed by some force, and the statues on both sides of the door were also deformed.
It was destroyed, and part of the bronze statue seemed to have been directly obliterated by some force. "This is..."
Soshyan touched the missing part of the statue with his hand, and then got the result.
"Gauss weapons, it seems there is still resistance."
Then he pressed his hand on the door, pushed it gently, and the heavy and majestic copper door opened with a bang.
The interior of the church is in ruins. In the auditorium under the ancient and magnificent central spire, the walls and floors are inlaid with black and white marble patterns, the wooden benches are in pieces, and wisps of pale light shine in through the gaps in the dome.
"They fought here, were defeated, and then... the people disappeared."
Soshyan said as he examined the mural on the nearest wall, which showed angels and thrones, or the coronation of lords, and military parades through the streets of the city.
"Something is coming."
Amnak suddenly said softly, and Soshyan raised his head with feeling.
Something flew down from the spire, swooped down, and hovered over the two men, making a metallic buzzing sound - it was a huge metal insect, hanging in the air with silver wings, dragging
The limbs of the leaves, the small red lenses focused on Soshyan, and its shining jaws clicked.
Soon, the scarab flew away again and disappeared from the hole in the steeple.
"It seems like someone is waiting for us."
Through the circular opening in the spire's spire, a low and loud crackling and buzzing sound could be heard in the sky. Soshyan walked out of the church door and saw thousands of metal scarabs gathering in the sky.
It formed a vast torrent, which was extremely spectacular, and they all surged in one direction.
"Since you've been invited, let's go and have a look."
Following the torrent, the two came to a huge amphitheater. This should be the landmark building of the city. It looked quite majestic. Scarabs gathered on it and then disappeared into the white dome.
.
What might be in this?
An ambush by the Menak Dynasty?
Some kind of super weapon?
A trap that imprisons space and time?
But Soshyan felt nothing. He glanced at Amnak, who glanced left and right for a while and said:
"There is nothing in my eyes, but it's hard to say with Necrontyr's skills. It's better to choose a direct path."
As soon as he said this, Soshyan came back to his senses and smiled slightly.
"That's right."
After saying that, he bent his knees slightly, then jumped suddenly, and Amnak beside him also took a lunge, rushed to a group of lion statues, and jumped tens of meters high.
The two of them went straight to the top of the theater one after the other. As they fell, the eggshell-shaped top suddenly collapsed into a large hole. Soshyan jumped directly into it, followed closely by Amnak.
With two bangs, the two fell to the ground, causing a burst of dust.
"Um?"
Soshyan found that they had landed on a stand on the second floor of the theater. Looking around, there were sluggish figures sitting in the densely packed auditorium.
Those were all human beings, with their eyes wide open and their mouths closed, like dolls that had lost their souls. But Soshyan could feel their breathing, but not the heat of their souls, as if... they were swallowed up by something.
Suddenly, a dim green light turned on and pointed towards the stage.
It was arranged like a palace, with hundreds of puppet actors in unique clothes in various poses, gardeners, servants, poets, musicians, ministers... without exception, they were all human beings, human beings who had lost their souls.
, as stiff as a puppet.
Surrounded by them is a lone king, wearing a golden mask, his outline is both noble and angry, and he is covered with a snow-white robe. There is no trace of skin, but people can feel the temperament of looking down on all living beings.
The moment it raised its head slightly, strange and melodious music sounded. It was a foreign tune that Soshyan had never heard before, sad, desperate, and filled with resentment of death.
"...I was a bystander, but I was surprised to find that people were saying what I wanted to say."
For a moment, a deep, metallic voice echoed in the theater. Soshyan frowned slightly, and was about to jump down, but was stopped by Amuaq on the side.
The other party smiled and said softly:
"It seems quite interesting. Let's see if it doesn't waste much time."
"Which makes people more painful, facts or fiction? What happens when you feel pain for a noble reason - at least a reason that you think is noble, but people belittle you and lower the level of your pain? Is it more painful? Freedom?
That's impossible, but the sad thing is that some people are naive enough to believe it is possible
, at the same time, some other people knew it but still built a majestic palace for the void? Our only freedom is to admit that freedom does not exist and obey the fate of unfreedom... But this lack of freedom brings new pain, or
It is said that all the pain in this world boils down to death."