Nearly a minute after being rounded up, the upper layer of the nest dozens of kilometers away from the origin, the real world briefly collapsed, and a hole leading to the subspace suddenly opened.
Although surveillance equipment is everywhere here, none of them issued an alarm for subspace fluctuations here.
The subspace crack appears in a writing room on the central avenue, south of the Mechanical Church.
This writing room has long been closed, with rows of bookshelves full of manuscripts standing in many dim rooms, and the smell of paint and grease lingering among the crowded desks.
Suddenly, countless papers suddenly began to rustle, and the books and manuscripts piled on the bookshelf and on the long table were trembling, some fell to the ground, some suddenly opened, as if a breeze was blowing by, or the hand of an invisible scholar was flipping them.
The locked bookcase filled with precious classics began to sway, and the chains and iron locks whirlwind, as if the rebellious books trapped in it wanted to break free from the cage, turn the page into wings and fly to freedom.
Ultimately, it seems that the large amount of text concentrated here attracted the wild gaze of the sub-space and focused it on it.
Reality was torn apart, it was like a fruit torn by hungry hands, with the cracks still broken and split into two like silk, as if it was a mouth and a wound.
Then, the light surged like blood that had not yet condensed.
The appearance of reality is broken by a scar with intertwined canines, and a sharp axe is poked out from the other end.
The real space on both sides of the axe blade flips out like flesh and blood on the dissection table. A foul breeze surged into the writing room, rolling the falling paper into the air, and the whole room was soon filled with blizzard-like pages.
Then, a figure stepped out of the crack.
He was huge and fully armed. The battle axe in his hand shone with faint light, and the original substance of the sub-space slowly dripped from the blade.
The second figure followed one after another, but was just a mortal.
He seemed unprepared, almost tremblingly crossed the crack of reality, and then knelt down with a bang, shaking the wooden floor of the copybook room.
The pages covered with texts were flying around him, and some had already begun to burn.
Mortals travel through subspace with their bodies, and there was no good ending, but he was unscathed, of course, thanks to the blessings of those around him.
While Zorge's whole body trembled, he touched the scarf covered with his free hand.
It was precisely because he insisted that he saw nothing during the leap, but he felt enough.
This is by no means an experience he wants to repeat, and he is completely unable to understand how his master can accept such feelings.
When he raised his hand to remove the blindfold, the painful experience just now finally swept him completely.
Zorge fell to the ground and began to vomit.
The foul-stenched bile spurted out of his mouth and splashed on the floor between his hands.
He lay humiliated on the ground and gasped heavily, burning paper scraps fell like snow, and the scar of the physical world behind him closed in a tremor, and the filthy light disappeared.
The burning papers flying around gradually slowed down their wild dance steps, falling to the ground as the breeze faded.
"It's this?"
Kayang asked softly, wiped away the material from the battle axe with his palm.
"Yes--"
Zorge replied with difficulty, and he was still lying on the ground and spitting out the bile in his throat.
When he was about to stand up, he suddenly had a cold war and vomited again.
Kayang glanced at him, then used his spiritual energy to brush the brain nerves of his servants and erased the adverse reactions.
Zorg finally stood up.
"Thank you...thank you, master."
He gasped and tried to recover his calmness. Although with the help of Kayang, he still felt empty and had a nauseous smell in his mouth.
“This place looks safe.”
"This is not good."
Kayang shook his head.
"It's time to leave."
After that, the two quickly left the writing room, and then the thick night was shining forward in the alleys of the upper nest capital.
These alleys are old but well-maintained. The drainage systems on both sides extend to all directions under the neat stone-paved streets. Occasionally, light will be cast through the drainage grille, and it is often fire.
"There is only two hundred meters ahead."
Zorge has been faithfully performing his duties and leading the way for Kayang.
"I really didn't expect that the Astral Knights would react so quickly. I originally expected that even if they were discovered, it would take at least three to four hours..."
Along the way, Zorg was saying some self-blame words in an annoyed tone, but Kayang remained silent throughout the whole process.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In front of them is the mechanical church, but in terms of appearance, it is closer to a factory, and the thirty-meter-high factory building is like a huge starfish.
A wide drainage network surrounds the surroundings, draining the wastewater generated inside. The intersection of those pipes is spherical, and the smelly black sewage ripples inside.
There is no one here, only the crackling sound of the huge torch burning.
"Owner?"
Zorge heard the steps behind him stop, so he turned around.
But the moment he turned around, his neck was strangled and his whole body was hung into the air.
"when?"
Zorg's legs and hands were shaking constantly, and the pressure on his neck made his whole face turn red. He whispered for a long time, but couldn't say a complete sentence.
Then, Kayang slightly strengthened the strength in his hands, and the other party's bones immediately made a bursting sound.
"What price did they offer? It's worth your exchange of life and loyalty?"
Under the helmet, Kayang's expression was completely invisible, but his voice was as cold as ice.
"You know what the betrayer will end."
"Oh, of course he knows."
Suddenly, a voice behind him said.
In an instant, Kayang turned around with Superman's speed to search for the source of the sound.
At the same time, it pulled out the explosive pistol like lightning, swept across, and aimed at any exact target.
A Space Marine wearing silver-gray armored and a face decorated with lightning-like tears on her helmet appeared from the bend of a stone brick pipe, with a bomb pistol in each hand.
"Sorry, I'm late."
He said happily and then opened fire.
"Hello, Magnus's rebellious son."
Kayang fired only one shot, but the opponent's bullet had hit him on the shoulder, causing his accurate head to completely deviate.
And the purgatory bomb he shot
Hit a statue not far away.
In response, the sudden appearance of the Astral Knight teared Kayang's whole body with a barrage, and raindrop-like bullets roared, but Kayang calmly supported a soul shield.
The bomb rain hit the shield, part of which exploded directly, while the other part changed direction, and densely dotted the surrounding walls.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zorge broke free from his shackles and hurriedly plunged into the sewage to hide.