The moment the gunfire rang out, Laura knew she had lost her concealment, because she emptied an entire magazine and killed the bear as quickly as possible. The continuous gunshots were not absorbed by the snow.
Instead, it kept reverberating in the lonely canyon and spreading along the rock walls to the distance, making Laura's stealth efforts fall short. Holy Trinity would soon catch up, and she didn't have time to skin the bear slowly.
Add another animal decoration to Crawford Manor.
She immediately walked back and walked into the cave entrance where the brown bear appeared. Next to the cave entrance hung a shamanic belief totem, and the rusty copper bell jingled with the wind and snow. She did not know where the cave entrance led to, nor did she know
Whether she could get rid of Holy Trinity, she could only bite the bullet and keep moving forward. Adrenaline gradually returned to normal levels, and she moved her numb fingers, shoulders and waist that were almost unconscious from the cold - in order to save money,
Holy Trinity did not install a flash suppressor on the mercenary's gun. Coupled with the non-standard shooting posture, the recoil of the gun almost knocked her to the ground and broke her slim waist and cervical vertebrae.
There are traces of artificial excavation in this cave. A stone wall that may be more than 1,000 years old is standing there loosely, irresponsibly allowing the cold wind to blow from the other side of the wall. Laura smelled the smell of water.
.The water flowing under the glacier often has a biting freshness, which is completely different from the Siberian scraper-like cold wind that almost makes you want to freeze your lungs. Behind the wall is a glacier cave, and a pleasant gurgling sound can be faintly heard from the cracks in the wall.
The sound of water.
Laura felt very lucky, but what she didn't know was that this was just the beginning of another misfortune.
The sound of her gunshot not only woke up the lazy Holy Trinity mercenaries, but Salomon, who was far away at the edge of the galaxy, also woke up because of the reminder of fate. "My dear child, the descendant of Terra." A gentle voice said to Salomon.
Lomon woke up from a deep sleep, and Salomon knew who the voice belonged to. It was the Great Mother of the Gods, who is incarnated in many myths of the earth. She showed Salomon the purpose of coming here, and she
Salomon had agreed to his request, and He would assist him in completing his work. Shortly after he woke up, Merlin, the representative of the Mother Goddess of the Earth, swaggered into the cabin and informed Salomon that his destination had arrived.
He took a deep breath and stretched. Phoenix, who was beside him, also spread his wings and shook his head.
When he fully woke up, the pilots sitting in front of him also stopped what they were doing. The golden light at the soul level gradually converged, revealing several haggard mummies. These pilots used their weak souls to communicate with
The body faced Salomon's essential stigmata, and the mortal souls were like snow in the flames, evaporating without any resistance. But at least they died in their original identities, which was better than the fate of many people in this fleet.
All come well. They will never be corrupted by evil, and their souls belong to themselves.
Nightmare broke through Salomon's defenses more than once. Although he quickly regained his lost ground, the evil erosion was deeply rooted.
In the eyes of the mortal body, this place is just a lightless void. The light of distant stars is dotted with this maddeningly silent place of nothingness. The colorful dust of gaseous nebulae is almost invisible here. However, in the soul
From the perspective, this place is always exuding a disgusting and filthy light, like a dark purple ribbon floating in space, and many twisted creatures with strange laughter are swimming near the fleet. They have shapeless features that only madmen can appreciate.
Rotting bodies, deformed and mutilated mouths spit out vicious truths. They kept whispering in the ears of the crew, calling their names, tempting them to go crazy and degenerate, and join the endless mad carnival. They feed on madness, they are Sithorne
Mites breed in the dream, making Salomon's scalp itchy.
Here are the nasty mosses and abscesses on the surface of the main material universe. Underneath, there are cancers that penetrate deep into the bone marrow. The morbid body is like poison, viciously breeding stubborn tumors, and is full of absurd and twisted physical laws. The stigmata resists
Facing them, he is their mortal enemy. Reality rejects them so that they can never come to the main material plane. The deformed and illusory monsters constantly curse him with their blasphemous mouths and seduce him with sweet words. Their masters expect
Watching him fall and looking forward to him going crazy.
"I've been crazy for a long time." Salomon muttered and pressed hard on the small silver bell placed next to the steel armrest of the captain's throne. First mate Alex couldn't wait to walk in, his face full of enthusiasm.
"My captain!" the first mate's voice suddenly burst into the room through the loudspeaker in front of his neck.
"Good evening, first mate. What happened?" Salomon looked at the first mate with a strange expression. Although his attention had been on how to defend himself from Sithorne's dream attacks and resist the erosion of nightmare creatures, he
Still vaguely aware of what happened on the ship.
"No, my captain! There is no rebellion, everyone is loyal!" the first mate said with a smile. He did not even glance at the pilots who had turned into mummies. The power armor on his body had been changed to a new one.
It was the equipment that the Kree craftsmen on the ship made for Salomon based on his aesthetics, using the wreckage of the ship. There were no tights, only iron-black plate armor engraved with gorgeous patterns, and two round blood stones inlaid on the gauntlets.
, the fleet's achievements and a soaring golden eagle are painted in gold on the thick shoulder armor. The combination of a rotating live ammunition weapon and a long sword is hanging on the first mate's waist, and the laser weapon is hanging on the waist.
On the magnetic belt on the other side, Salomon did not pursue the first mate's weirdness. He didn't care about the life or death of the crew, he just needed them to pilot the spacecraft and reach this place.
"That's not what I'm asking...forget it, find someone to move these corpses away and carve their names on the backs of chairs to commemorate their great contributions. Well, although I know they did not volunteer, they
It is indeed a sacrifice. For safety reasons, I need you to arrange a new driver. Next, we need to start the weak inertia engine and slowly glide into the void."
"By the way." Before the first mate left the captain's cabin, Salomon stopped him again, "I know that the cat-man mechanic doesn't want to take a bath, but you must press it into the basin this time and wash it thoroughly.
Wash the ground clean. Use my share of the water ration. Although it can't speak, I'm sure it understands commands, no matter what method you use. How the hell does it use its claws to hold a wrench?"
"Captain, do you think... I didn't know you still had such a hobby. In fact, this is normal, on Harry Planet..."
"Don't be stupid, that's a cat! I don't want the fleet to be infested with fleas!"
"Yes, Captain!" The first mate ran out without looking back, as if he was on a mission.
"Phoenix." The big golden-red bird chirped softly. Salomon glanced at Merlin who was inspecting the pilot's body, "I need you to detect the crack in front to ensure that the fleet can arrive safely."
"My dear Salomon, is this the extent of the trust between us?"
"Then tell me, how is Dave doing now?"
"Sleeping. I didn't expect this little guy to be so tenacious and not say anything even if he was injured. But I think it's stupid. He doesn't look like my heir at all."