"Sometimes, I really have to sigh for my destiny."
With a sigh, Soshiyang picked up the ring around his neck and looked at the sign above.
"My family, my legion, my mission, the past of the empire, and the past of mankind will be intertwined in one place, and I will eventually open the dusty door-"
"Fate is not an impermanent number, but we are too small to even a wave can't be seen."
Just after half an hour of chatting without a word, Maximilian returned.
"The scouts have returned from reconnaissance. They have found nothing else, but have found traces of green skin and found something along the traces."
Mark briefly reported.
"What did you find?"
"The scouts brought back news about a deep pit that was excavated ten kilometers away. They found a large number of green-skinned corpses around the pit. It was obvious that the green-skinned people were also interested in the pit for some reason-"
"Then what?"
"The scouts continued to advance and found something disturbing in the pit, some kind of altar, or like some kind of machine, engraved with uninterpreted runes, so they rushed back as soon as possible."
As he said that, Mark paused.
"In addition to the green skin, the scouts also discovered the second type of target traces that were well hidden fifteen kilometers away."
Soshiyang pondered for a moment, and the second type of target referred to here meant that those traces were not green skins, but other creatures that could not be identified.
Suddenly, he thought of something.
"It should be the Spirit."
Talos frowned.
"What are the spiritual races here? But it is indeed difficult to guess when they do things, but what is certain is that their appearance indicates something terrible - the spiritual races will not engage in other people's things for no reason, although their reasons are often difficult to understand for us."
Soshiyan was immediately upset by this sudden appearance of ancient alien species.
“Is there anything else to report?”
"About Nahe Instruments, the scout found a green-skinned lying flat on the machine, as if it was sacrificed."
"A green-skinned man was sacrificed? Have these guys learned the chaos?"
Talos interjected.
"The Green Skin was shot in the head, and the caliber should be Green Skin's own weapon."
Soshiyan's thoughts immediately followed these clues and began to build various possibilities.
"In other words, it was sacrificed by its own people, the commander of the battle."
Hearing this, Soshiyan and Talos looked at each other and saw the incredible things in each other's eyes.
Then they hurried to the location where the mysterious instrument was located.
As soon as he reached the edge of the deep pit, Soshiyang saw a black sarcophagus lying in the middle, with a green skin lying on it, and his head was cut down and rolling to the side.
Then the examination was conducted by Talos, who was most familiar with the body.
"It was killed by its own people."
A few minutes later, Talos looked up.
"He was already dead when his head was cut off. For only one reason, he was shot through his brain by a huge gun with a caliber."
"So, why should Greenskin do this? I don't remember them having this kind of similar behavior."
Soshiyang asked, walked to the instrument and inspected the body by himself.
Although the evidence was conclusive, he still refused to believe that this was done by Green Skin, because although Green Skin was bloodthirsty, they would never kill people for religious purposes, and sacrifices were often religious acts.
"It's hard to say, because we don't understand the condition of this machine."
Talos said thoughtfully:
“Sacrifice is just our wishful thinking.”
As he said that, he squatted down beside the instrument and stared at the location of the head that was originally green-skinned.
Then he looked like he was nailed to remain still, as if he had seen something looming and difficult to understand.
"This guy is not the only one who has been sacrificed on this stage today."
As he said that, Talos looked up at Soshiyan.
"You should look at this."
Soshiyan walked to the position Talos pointed at, lowered his head to look at a smooth blood.
Many tiny red thorns were penetrated from the blood, and for a moment, Soshiyan thought they were nothing more than a nail designed to prevent the offering from being unable to bear the pain and trying to escape.
But suddenly, he saw them moving, shaking faintly, swaying like the woods in the wind.
Looking at the green-skinned corpse again, he noticed that these beard-like objects pierced into the green-skinned body, as if they were trying to pull it into the altar.
As if he suddenly realized, Soshiyang suddenly understood why this green skin looked so strange - it was not all here.
When he squatted down and looked at it from the side, Soshiyang immediately found that half of the green skin lying on the stage had been sucked under the table - its chest, thighs and feet had been absorbed.
In a sensation, Soshiyang extended his sword under the green skin and lifted the heavy body from the altar.
In an instant, the beard-like objects broke from the body that slid off the stage and fell into blood. The green skin seemed to have been roughly cut in half, and the front half was cut off longitudinally, leaving only a bloodless back.
Without the corpse, beard-like objects broke from the fallen corpse, blindly searching for the next target, and then retracted into the surface of the platform.
Soshiyang then swung the Holy Flame Sword and activated his position. With the heat wave, the pool of blood made a slight sound and evaporated.
Then he took the sword away and stared at the hissing surface.
Under the smooth metal surface, Soshiyang seemed to see a set of creeping internal organs, composed of countless metal tubes, pistons and air pumps. Uncountable needle-like things tried to extend toward the surface, scratching the inner surface of the machine, like swimming in an unusually dense medium.
"I guess, this is a blood collecting device."
Talos also stood up and stared at the instrument.
"Blood collection? Whose blood is collected?"
"Of course it's green."
This sounded even more confusing, and Soshiyang was confused now.
"They, no, what are they going to do for this thing, collecting blood?"
Talos thought for a while and suddenly clapped his hands.
"By the way, I remember that I have seen similar mechanisms in the Eye of Fear, mainly used for demon engines. Since the demon engines are very uncontrollable, when not fighting, they often choose to freeze them or throw them to a static position. To activate them, the best way is to inject a large amount of blood as energy."
"What do you mean, what is Greenskin planning to awaken?"
Thinking of this, Suoshiyang suddenly felt a stern, and some bold idea emerged.
"Talos, do you think these green skins are the same as ours, and are also looking for the legacy of their past empire?"
"Well... there is this possibility. If this instrument was made of green skin in the past, then it makes sense. This green skin intends to use their blood to find or awaken something that once belonged to them."
Soshiyang then clenched his fist.
"They can't be allowed to succeed. No matter what the Green Skin Empire left behind, they must not be taken away!"
"When thinking about it this way, does the Spirit Clan have the same idea?"
"You mean the Spirits are here to stop the Green Skin?"
"I guess, it's not necessarily correct, but they should be tracking green skins, and we know it along the traces they leave behind.
"Okay! Mark, convey my instructions, everyone, set off right away!"