As soon as they entered this miniature portal, the sad chants in their ears also reached their peak at the same time - only then did Soshyan realize that they were close to the birthplace of the singing.
This is a mysterious passage filled with light. With the help of dim optical cables embedded in the two walls, the two people turned a few more turns in the corridor and stepped into a domed ring room.
But then, the scene in the room shocked Soshyan to stop at the entrance, arousing a scream of disgust and fear from Veronica.
The blue optical cables that converged from all directions to the ring room snaked and snaked, imprisoning a skinny green man in the middle of the floor tiles. The blue raging flames immersed him in it, and his neck was raised back and trembling.
His shrimp-like, charred and bubbling hands were twisted into miserable claws by the extreme pain, and every inch of his skin was cooked into a thick soup boiling on the stove.
And its face was even more horrifying. The melted and disappeared eyeballs left behind a pair of empty eye sockets. The severely distorted face was horrifying. Painful roars continued to pour out of his choking voice as he tried to cry out.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape this endless torture. Even though his body kept twisting and shrinking due to pain, he could never move his feet away from the convergence of optical cables.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, what is going on!?"
Soshiyang slowly approached the green skin that was burned by the flames. A cold and cold aura spread out from around him, allowing him to move freely through the heat of the prairie fire.
When only a short distance away, the song sounded full of deception. Listening carefully to the melody, he realized that the truth was actually hidden under a layer of artificial disguise - the green skin was indeed screaming, and it was a witchcraft.
Make the miserable voice taste like honey.
So he stretched out his hand, intending to look into the flickering flames.
The etheric energy and the Anran Realm started a fierce battle, hitting waves of powerful spiritual energy waves.
"He was used as fuel and turned into a living battery."
Veronica studied the ring pattern at the green skin's feet from a distance, and studied the working principle of this energy prison while filtering out the noise mixed with screams and music in her ears.
"He is supplying energy to this area. This design is quite original... I wonder why there is suddenly a green skin missing."
"Original? I think it's insane."
Soshyan shook his head, pulled out the plasma pistol from his waist, and aimed it at the green-skinned eyebrow.
"No, no, no, no."
Veronica quickly stopped her and said:
"His death will interrupt the energy cycle here."
"What's the meaning?"
Soshyan put away his gun.
"He is just a small node in the entire psychic energy system. If the continuity of this system is terminated rashly..."
The Eldar girl raised her head and scanned the arch above her head.
"The entire area will be paralyzed, trapping us here and blocking all access to its core."
"The whole area?"
Soshyan put the gun back in its holster.
"What are these rooms? Are these made by the Eldar?"
"I used to guess that it was made by Beetan's Eldar, but now it seems... it should be the ancient greenskins who used some of Beetan's technology."
Veronica pointed at the winding carvings all around.
"These are green-skin modified runes. They are similar to the ones we saw by the river, but they are different. I saw a small amount of green-skin writing. Apparently they were obtained from Bejetan a long time ago.
This short-distance transmission technology has created..."
She hesitated for a moment, not daring to be decisive in her judgment.
"...Built some kind of temple, perhaps an altar for performing rituals? The reason why the greenskins returned here again at this moment is probably because they intend to take these secrets and power as their own."
"Is there some kind of powerful weapon hidden here? Something weird?"
"I don't know."
Soshiyang nodded slightly and stepped away from the shakigan figure in the center of the room, towards the curved walls and the taboo incantations engraved in the floor tiles.
Veronica walked beside him, gently brushing the ancient wall with her fingers.
"These rooms are very old, and can even be said to be quite old. If the runes here can be carefully rubbed, it will be of great value."
"We don't have that much time."
After hearing Soshyan's conversation, Veronica sighed and looked away from the runes.
"We cannot act rashly now. If we destroy the fragile energy balance, all the surrounding rooms will be sealed and plunge into boundless darkness again."
Veronica's sight penetrated the barrier of material vision, casting a bright blue shadow on her pupils.
After a moment she came back to her senses and said:
"Also, this area does not entirely belong to the realm of reality."
Then she tapped her magic sword on the fluorescent floor.
"This material is not a 100% physical creation of the universe. It can be roughly understood as a complex of reality and illusion. Excluding the entities contained within it, most of the remaining mass comes from the existence of other planes."
After listening, Soshyan shook his head in confusion.
"what are you saying?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, you just need to know that this material does not come from the universe we live in. Therefore, it can isolate all prophecies and divination in this galaxy. Even the evil god who is as powerful as the supreme heaven may not be able to see what is hidden in it.
Things...how did those Orks do it back then?"
Veronica glanced at the tortured greenskin one last time, then stepped forward and entered the corridor on the other side of the room.
"Let's go."
When the two broke into the next room, more songs came from the darkness, causing Soshyan to have a strange illusion - could he be in a magnificent underground theater?
The flat phonology of the singing voice is eerily familiar, and many of the words and rhymes in the music are exactly the same as the poems and songs used to describe faith - as if the simple values that were once pure and single were divided at some point in the past.
Two, half continued to flow forward and evolve, while the other half fell into the abyss of distortion and turned into a hybrid deformity of evil heretics.
After the two of them followed the blue line under their feet for more than an hour, the terrain began to change from downhill to uphill, and the steps began to become higher and higher.
They began to go up the steps, and every half minute or so, they would pass by a huge statue - they were giant Orks wearing luxurious armor, each wearing a huge silver horned helmet, and a giant ax in his hand.
and weapons remain as good as new after thousands of years.
For some reason, seeing their lifelike faces, Soshiyang felt that they would start moving again next moment, roar again, and kill again——