As the heavy atmosphere descended from the stratosphere to the sea level, the call of the cargo ship transport engine gradually turned into a deeper roar, diving towards the Soms nest in a near-ballistic trajectory.
The body of the storm kept vibrating, as the pilot pushed its performance to the extreme, flying to a public apron in the nest with the urgency of life in his eyes.
Kayang, wearing power armor, vibrated like a shuttle, and beside him were twelve red-font warriors who were motionless like sculptures.
"Mr., you're doing a good job."
In a moment, he heard a distant reply in a static interference. Although the sound was very light, the humility revealed in it was very clear:
"This is my mission, Master."
"So where will we meet next?"
During the conversation, Kayang would look at the scenery outside the window from time to time.
From this height, you can see behind the thick gray walls a central temple of the Mechanical Cultivation Council rose from the ground in the heart of the city.
It was a pyramid-like building more than 300 meters high. The towers and fortresses attached to it destroyed its outline. The winding passages and lifting engines made its upper structure look even more crowded.
A bunch of white flames burned on the top of the temple, surrounded by several smaller flames. The huge chimney looked like a brazier for rituals from a distance.
"The target location, I have been transferred to the transport plane, master."
Kayang clicked on the portable imager on the transport plane, and there were indeed a complete map of the nests, and there were several flashing spots on it.
“Five alternative locations, good.”
Kayang was proud of the wise man's ability, after all, it was a product he created himself.
"Just that."
Then, the Thousand Son Wizard reached out and pointed one of them.
"Okay, master."
Soon, the transport plane landed smoothly, but no one came to greet him, and there were no staff around him.
After confirming that the landing area was safe, Kayang left the apron and took the red letters straight through the abandoned factory area.
The wind whistled through the empty windows and passed through the half-collapsed loft, now at midnight on the planet, and after all the lights were gone, everything was shrouded in the darkness.
But darkness is no problem for Kayan, who has seen darkness deeper than this.
It can be seen that this place was once an assembly workshop, but it has long been abandoned and is now deserted. Even the door that had previously reached the factory supervisor's office was removed, revealing the dark space like a cave inside.
The broken quick-drying cement walls divide various working areas, and mosses and other low-short plants grow sporadically in the factory area.
It started to rain just shortly after he landed.
Kayang smiled slightly, Zorg even calculated the weather, and it was indeed the trump card he had never missed-
Soon, heavy rain covered the city.
Kayang looked up at the drooping clouds. He could see the slight blurring of the weather shield protecting the spire of the nest. It was obvious that the energy protection of the upper nest is probably not the only way.
Despite this, the middle layer has little protection, the air is filled with moisture, and the smell of acidic substances is reminiscent of the chemical-filled air in the ice refinery.
This factory complex stretches for about one kilometer, and Kayang quickly completed the journey with great strides.
He is not a disguiser and does not bother to do anything to pretend here.
Kayang was confident that he could not walk on this planet. As early as in the atmosphere, he noticed that there were surveillance psychics on the spire of the nest.
But those mortals are too weak.
Their psychic energy was as weak as a match that was about to burn out in Kayang's eyes. He was confident that even if he walked in front of those guys, they might not be able to find themselves.
After coming out from the other side of the factory, Kayang discovered a wide road that serves as the boundary of the internal factory area.
The depressions and cracks in the pavement indicate that there is also a lack of maintenance elsewhere outside the production area.
There are no street lights on the road, only the surrounding residential areas are dimly shining, like rock walls on both sides of the gully.
The empire worlds he had seen before were not as quiet as here.
All factories usually produce all night long, and the laborers work hard for the decaying empire and the same decaying ruling class.
And in this place, an abandoned factory area is almost as quiet as a cemetery - perhaps starved to death due to a lack of minerals and other materials.
The only sound around is the humming sound from the generator that powers the residential area.
To reach the scheduled joint, he needs to run from one end of the city to the other, which is undoubtedly a long way - but he deliberately chose to walk a long way.
He needs to observe because he has not yet fully trusted Zorg, and he wants to observe whether there will be monitors along the way.
But so far, everything is normal.
Kayang was confident that no stalker could avoid his psychic sense of smell.
Along the way, he can say that it is unobstructed.
In addition, he also used his ability to remember everything he saw, engraving all the paths, commanding heights, firepower points, roadblocks, etc. in his mind without missing a trace, and planned four feasible retreat routes.
No matter what accidents happen next, he has the confidence to escape unstoppable.
Even he even calculated when the workers and the police would change morning shifts. Although he didn't know the specific time, it would definitely be within the next few hours.
While walking on the main road, Kayang suddenly stopped.
Someone was looking at him.
But it was not the monitor he expected.
His eyes flew past the towering buildings around him and noticed the figures in a bright window.
It was a woman, but her back was facing him.
She was comforting a crying child, who was watching the giant warrior below with wide eyes.
"You saw nothing."
Kayang smiled slightly, condensed the spiritual energy in his body, and directly modified the child's memory at such a long distance.
A few seconds later, the child stopped crying, shook his head in confusion, and then put his face on his mother's shoulder with satisfaction.
Although this was a minor accident, Kayang was still vigilant. He changed his original route and looked for a more secretive path.
After crossing two blocks in a row, Kayang suddenly helped out two steps and then jumped up. A strange frisbee appeared directly at his feet, sending him into the smog wrapped around the roof of the residential building.
The red-word warriors following him started their jet packs one after another.
Kayang landed behind the nearest roof, rushing along the edge of the roof while scanning left and right, recording the city layout and walking through the darkness like a bat.
The Thousand Son Wizards and the Red Letters kept passing through the buildings, crossing the dense residential areas, making almost no sound.
During a dive, Kayang saw a beam of light vaguely visible in the smoke that enveloped the city.
He stepped on the frisbee and directed himself to the light source, landed on the metal corridor between two residential buildings, just looking down at the target.