Soshyang, who was a little overwhelmed, was stunned in place. Suddenly, he found a figure sitting cross-legged on a circular totem in the center of the hall, with his head lowered as if he was meditating.
Soshiyang, who had experienced many strange things, slowly walked towards the man with doubts.
"Hello...hello?"
He wasn't sure whether the man was alive or dead, but after calling several times and getting no response, he reached out his hand.
But as soon as he touched that person, he collapsed like gravel.
"Well......"
Soshyan didn't know what to do for a while, but he found something in the dust, so he picked it up and found that it was a simple silver pistol, which seemed to be a very primitive black powder weapon with a line engraved on it.
It was a script he didn't quite recognize, but it looked very similar to High Gothic.
While he was meditating, a strange feeling attracted him.
Soshyan bent down, wiped away the ashes on the ground, and found a piece of red metal lying on the ground. It looked like a fragment of some kind of sharp blade, about a palm wide, and it was covered with black alien symbols.
With great curiosity, Soshyan reached out and picked up the fragment.
But as soon as his fingers touched the thing's brain, there was a sudden bang——
"Well--"
Soshyan blinked and found that he was already in a strange, dead and desolate world.
"Why is it always like this lately?"
He was not sure whether this was an illusion or not, so he could only take the first cautious step towards the surface of this world.
Soshiyang walked carefully into the wind, and the dust swirled under his feet. They were all silt that had long since dried and lost its vitality, with no possibility of breeding life.
He maintained a high degree of vigilance and quietly listened to his own breathing causing a steady vibration inside the power armor. The cross sight core looked around calmly at this desolate land, and the images on the visual screen were continuously listed.
Get his vital signs data.
Accompanied by the soft sound of gravel in the breeze and the low buzz of the armor, there was still nothing.
Looking from the horizon to the horizon on the other side, all you can see are torn clouds rolling and churning, thunderclouds rushing against each other, releasing white, purple, and a thousand shades of red.
Suddenly, he realized that this was probably subspace.
He has witnessed subspace before, but he has never seen such a scene. He has never seen subspace covering an entire world. He has never seen it in a place with real weather phenomena. He has never experienced such a huge and huge space.
It spans the subspace on the scale of thousands of galaxies like waves, like a withered nebula in the void.
The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing away the parchment rolls attached to Soshyan's armor. He could only let the strong wind take them away. When they were blown away by the wind, he noticed that a figure jumped out of the edge of the visual interface.
The warning rune indicates that there will be a significant cooling down soon.
Is nightfall coming?
But there was no change in the sky above. Although there seemed to be a setting sun, no sun could be seen.
Soshyan turned off the flashing runes, and at the same time, his power armor began to make a louder buzzing sound - the driver behind it roared to increase its output, switching to void walking mode.
Suddenly, he noticed a white spot on the ground. Soshyan squatted down, brushed away the bone-white gravel, and let the dust slip from between the fingers of his glove.
Then a broken mask was revealed, like a howling face. Soshyan felt familiar, and suddenly realized that it was very similar to the mask of the howling banshee of the Eldar race——
"The Eldar? The Eldar again?"
Soshyan stood up and brushed away the last bit of dust.
"Why have I been entangled with them recently?"
He continued to move forward against the wind. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he discovered a dead city buried in lifeless dust.
Red bone buildings stretched within the field of vision, protruding from the foundations everywhere, as if a mouth was full of broken teeth. Soshyan stood on the edge of the city, looking at the tomb of this alien-shaped empty city.
Soshyan was silent for a moment, listening to the howling wind and the sound of dust hitting his armor.
For some reason, he felt a sense of danger, as if an invisible thing was threatening him, telling him not to get closer.
"Show me your true face."
Soshyan drew out his Holy Flame Sword and put his thumb close to the activation rune. The weapon immediately flashed with violent light, and the scene of the storm was reflected on the blade.
When he walked on the broken streets, the shadows swirled by the wind and dust were scattered and swaying in the howling wind, like ghosts that only existed at the edge of his field of vision. Whenever he wanted to see something more real,
, was cut into pieces by the strong wind again.
The Space Marine tightened his grip on his weapon and dug deeper, deeper, and there was something there, like a faint murmur of pain - something, weakened, trapped, and threatening.
On the dusty gravel, he carefully walked through the ruins of the old city, while the sound of wind mixed with gravel kept bringing distant sounds - such as inhuman voices and alien screams.
Perhaps the strong wind was playing tricks, so that even Soshiyang, who had learned some Eldar language, could not hear any words in the storm clearly. Trying to understand a single word would only make the rest of the sounds noisier and obliterate them.
All dedicated efforts.
Continuing deeper into this desolate city, Soshyan had given up staring at every fleeting shadow, and turned to unfocused glances - in the bumpy gusts of wind, the dim spiers flashed in the corners of his vision, and the alien-shaped tall
The tower pierces the hostile sky with uncanny grace.
"How big is this place?"
Time seemed to be out of control, and Soshyan's throat became increasingly thirsty, but he was not slowed down by fatigue.
He had been walking under the endless dusk for more than seventy hours. The only thing that could tell the time was the timing runes on the inner screen of his helmet. However, this number began to become unreliable at the seventieth hour. It began to
Numbers pop up randomly, as if it has finally succumbed to the supernatural laws of the subspace.
Sometimes he also thinks about how much time has passed in reality while he stayed here?
He walked down another dusty street, his boots crunching on ancient rocks. This might have been a farm dome, where alien plant communities were fertilized and carefully tended, or maybe it was once just a dome.
Just a public hall——
Soshyan tried hard to regain his imagination. After trudging another hundred meters in the useless dust, he felt the familiar threat from the ground beneath his feet, pulsing slightly.
But looking left and right, he saw only the ruined towers of a lost civilization.
Soshyan knelt down and grabbed a handful of dust again. As before, he watched it slip from his fingers and be torn away by the wind.
That feeling is still there.
Soshyan took a breath and released the power of the gray marrow.
Finally got a reaction——
"Um?"
Soshyan immediately sensed something stirring below and digging upwards.
It swallowed the sand all the way up, like a cold hound, sniffing out the power of Soshyan's gray marrow.
In a moment of surprise, Soshyan turned around and stood firm, shuddering in the face of the twisted despair that was gradually approaching.
By the time the first giant hand was raised from the sand, Soshyan had already stepped back more than ten steps, steadying his feet, and the sword in his hand was ready to go.
A huge creature surged forward with invisible hatred. Soshyan was fearless and watched silently as the statue of the dying god struggled to rise from the scarlet soil.
But later I found that it seemed that it could not stand for a while.