"Haland, you, you, you-you-you are going to send us all to the side of the Golden Throne, are you?"
Amid a swearing sound, the oval aircraft quickly changed its flight angle and began to stick to the steep black cliff, flying vertically upward at a steep angle that was about to vomit.
This almost churned the people in the cabin.
Then, the aircraft plunged into the sulfur-filled smoke coiled on the top of the mountain, as if it was about to crash into the towering pile of rocks.
But the terrifying impact never happened. Rogris was very calm. He fixed himself in his seat with a magnetic lock. Looking out through the panel, he immediately saw a sea of hot red magma rising and surging below, as if the planet's violent heart was boiling in this majestic mountain range.
In his sight, the scene at the crater was swaying and jumping due to the ultra-high heat radiation emitted by the magma.
Although the unimaginably high heat was isolated outside the cabin, Rogris felt an unpleasant warmth just by looking at the melted rocks.
"Mareotis Volcano is the second largest volcano on Mars after Alcia."
Hearing this voice, Rogris turned his head and looked at the light brown cardboard box about half a person tall, and said helplessly:
"Brother Rui, can you come out from that...Foldable fully enclosed maneuvering stealth device No. 2?"
"I'm here."
Rogris immediately turned his head to the right and found that at some point, Rui Boronat, a skilled sergeant with a pale face, had appeared on the chair.
"Also, its full name is All-terrain foldable fully enclosed motorized stealth device No. 3."
After saying that, the Crow Guard turned his eyes out the window and whispered:
"I heard that it was originally an extinct volcano, activated by mechanical teaching ten thousand years ago to serve the forging."
“This is incredible.”
Rogris sighed lightly and looked into the distance of the crater, where there was an industrial facility as huge as a city.
From above, it looked like a black rose made of steel and rock rising from the magma, and like a starship immersed in it exposed to the side of the outside. The huge gates sprayed steam outwards in the lava, and the powerful piston made of shimmering ceramic steel rose and then fell down.
The clouds made of ultra-high temperature steam surging and roaring, like the dragon's breath spewed out by a giant dragon.
Rogris found them elevating the heights to fly over this strange building.
As he gradually approached, he could now truly feel the huge scale and complexity of the facility. A group of rigorously arranged water gates, overflow channels and pressure gates restricted the flow of lava, causing it to circulate continuously within the system, and formed the incredible scene far away from the crater.
Lava flows along the flanks of the mountains into a deep pit several hundred meters wide, and gathers there into a vast lagoon, or an inland sea composed of hot, constantly bubbling and hissing lava.
Built on this ocean is the Temple of Maréotis, a great city.
When Rogris saw those magnificent foundries—no doubt this place belonged to the Lord of Forge, the high-ranking priest Zafarula Hatfiria.
In various places of the lava lake with undulating and flaming surfaces, several black cylindrical towers stood up from the magma, accompanied by several huge buildings that looked like pyramids with flattened tops and constantly spit out flames and steam.
The winding paths, wide avenues, empty squares, wide platforms and the entire industrial area are built in the scorching heat of lava, which seems to be challenging the terrifying powers imprisoned in the gold-melting fire of this planet.
A golden track marked the path to a majestic silver building built in the central area of this vast metropolitan city, but as the aircraft continued to descend, the track quickly disappeared from view.
A thick retaining wall made of black stone surrounds the lagoon, and the scene looks like a crater filled with magma, a small nest city, residential area, takeoff and landing ground, runway, command tower and a huge container port next to the cliff of the volcano, filling the horizon behind the wall.
Countless containers encapsulated with steel plates spread out from the city, piled up together to form a skyscraper composed of combat materials: weapons, ammunition and supplies were manufactured in various factories on Mars to supply the supplement and conquest of all the imperial army.
The sky above the port is covered with transport aircraft of various types, some of which are only the size of Rand, and some are close to small starships.
These aircraft continue to take off and land on the surface of the city, forming a veritable torrent of steel and brake flames.
A forest of cranes swayed and groaned everywhere in the port, their heavy balanced arms carrying complex work at a lazy speed, and an army of servants, loaders and container boats carried as much cargo into the cargo holds of transport ships as possible.
Suddenly, the aircraft tilted again at an angle and flew towards a landing platform in the city. A mechanical teaching sign flashing with red light could be seen on a metal boom that reached the tail end into the magma.
Looking out through the picture, the scene begins to ripples due to the high temperature.
"I heard that in the late period of the Great Crusade, one-quarter of the Imperial Power Armor was produced here. I don't know whether it is true or false."
Rui's words reminded Rogris of the purpose of his trip.
The battle group is now in a mess, and many combat brothers even wear faulty power armor to fight, which is his dereliction of duty as a technical sergeant.
But, on the other hand, the huge secret in the battle group was pressing against his heart like a huge rock.
During this trip to Mars, Soshiyang also told him to learn more about active metals. Perhaps the important task of solving the mystery of gray in the future is to shoulder the responsibility of him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
This was immediately captured by the keen senses of the Crow Guard.
"Rogris, what's wrong with you? Is it because I failed the logic course in the Temple and I'm worried about the main responsibility of the Forge?"
"Go! I'll pass the make-up exam, okay?"
At this time, the inner wall of the aircraft became opaque again. As they descended through the scorching air flow, the hull began to vibrate and kept making sharp sounds.
"Damn it! Have they ever hit a boat here?"
Haaland Arucard, who was close to the cockpit, began to complain about Loyk Lugo again, but his concerns made sense. The technical sergeant from the Star Dragon would become as crazy as the greenskin once he drove the vehicle.
In the current location of everyone, if an accident occurs, there is a high probability that there will be no survivors.
"What?"
Loyke Lugo, who was in charge of driving, turned his head and his face was flushed. On his right half of his face, a silver tattoo was shining.
"I mean, has anything fallen into magma before?"
"One of the genius knows!"
At this time, Uve Monroe, the tech priest who had not spoken before, was responsible for guiding these four Astart's direction, suddenly spoke:
"There have been a few times, so you better not think about this."
"I'd known I'd be here to drive!"
Haaland complained in a low voice that the noise from the aircraft engine had become sharper from a low roar, and the thrusters on both sides sprayed flames outwards to correct the flow of the airflow.
It was obvious that the pilots had trouble landing their ship onto the landing platform.