It is as if time and space were blessed by nihilism at this moment, turning into an extremely slow flowing "existence" that almost ceased to exist.
The falling journey that obviously only takes a few seconds, in Luo Nie's eyes, seems to have passed ten minutes and not even a fifth of the way.
The inside and outside of his nose were always filled with the lingering smell of damp blood, which seemed to be engraved deep into his soul, as well as the smell of burnt smoke dispersed by artillery shells.
woo woo woo woo--
A low sound, like a ship's whistle, was poured into his head along with a disgusting breath, which reminded him of the steamships on the river near the "Central Lake" in the southern area of Sokra City in the Zine Empire.
Rumor has it that since the Second Era, the people of the empire here have been following rituals from the Ptoia region in the south. They believe that as long as the whistle sounds, no matter what the medium that produces such sounds, they can call people from the deep sea.
, ancient gods, or souls captured by monsters, sending them to the afterlife or heaven.
Gradually, Luo Nie felt that his helpless body was affected by gravity, and gradually his feet were pointing upwards and his head was downwards.
The surrounding space was stretched indefinitely, until all the areas between darkness and semi-brightness completely turned into thin lines, and finally returned to darkness. Under a shocking extreme white burning, it turned into something he was extremely familiar with.
The realm of "Grey Dreams".
"Why? Why did I enter here without any medium?" Luo Nie asked in surprise.
He tried to twist his body, or use the magic power surging throughout his body to break away from the feeling of falling, or try to escape from it.
But he seemed to be a passer-by who did not belong to this field at all. In a winter-like chilling situation, he just continued to maintain a helpless falling posture, and his sight only glanced at the "new life" in the center of the altar. Last time he came
The towering giant tree that did not exist then fell into the shackles of a bright light group again.
Until the dim vision and the shattering pain all over his body attacked his mental realm.
"Ah, it hurts." Luo Nie opened his heavy eyes and looked at his blood-stained hands. He simply rubbed it on his clothes a few times and wiped the nosebleeds on his face. He didn't have time to worry about Vallaw's death.
Grief-stricken, he looked around anxiously.
"I remember Vallaw said that there is a long-abandoned one-way elevator at the bottom of the base for the core team members to escape to. If their 'big brother' who built this base is smart enough, the elevators should not go in the same direction.
Inside the base, but somewhere secluded enough outside." Adhering to this idea, Luo Nie tried to move around.
Fortunately, his former "mechanical body" bones were strong enough, and coupled with the continuous repair of the plant-based magic power, even though he was bleeding a lot, it should not exceed 1000 ml, and his mobility was not greatly affected.
This place should be a deeper part of the base behind the exhaust fan in the same direction. However, there is no pontoon or platform here. It is only very high up. There is a circle of turned-on electrical searchlights about ten meters above, which provides a clear picture of this area.
The dark field provides many rare rays of light.
"If there are no platforms and pontoons here... could it be that... this is where the so-called 'Ancient Beast of Nuclear Core' exists, where that monster exists?"
Thinking of this, Luo Jie couldn't help but feel a chill on her back. A refreshing chill poured into her heart from the top of her head. With the violent beating, it quickly pumped to all parts of her body.
After groping forward a few steps, Luo Nie found an iron-clad flashlight. After picking it up, he tried to press the switch.
Fortunately, even if half of the glass cover on the head was broken, the internal components seemed not to be affected much and can still be used normally.
Enough light appeared, which made Luo Nie feel a little relieved. After all, any human being in the darkness has a soul-level desire for light.
With the help of the light, Luo Nie finally saw clearly the only path paved with cement under his feet. He took a few steps further along the path that was covered with dust and many dead and withered plant remains. He discovered the Lost Man that had been broken into two sections.
The flames go out".
The flashlight light hit "Yan Xi" who was almost submerged in pure darkness. Luo Nie discovered that although the broken part of his body happened to be covered by cotton clothes, the blood pouring out had almost contaminated most of the surrounding ground, and even some
It has solidified and has obviously been flowing for a long time.
The lower body that has lost contact with the central nervous system is beating slightly in the crimson field. It seems that because of the physical characteristics of the lost person, it still retains some rare and slowly passing activity.
As for the upper body of "Yan Xi", except for the five fingers that have been completely broken and turned back extremely unnaturally, leaving only a few squirming nerves connected to the hands, the rest of the body is difficult to identify except for the head.
human part.
Of course, in "Yan Xi"'s self-perception, he has never belonged to humans.
Biting the flashlight, using the light, and following the principle of imitating "gold diggers" and "ruin hunters", Luo pinched "Yan Xi"'s body to try to find some trophies.
Unfortunately, except for a small wooden box with a strange shape about the size of a palm, there was nothing else. Not even the gun used in the battle was found.
"It must have fallen somewhere." Luo Nie said a little disappointed.
Then, something suddenly occurred to him, and he moved the heavy but not huge head of "Yan Xi" to the front.
Looking at the mask that was torn in half but still not completely separated, he stretched out his hand to untie it and see what happened to the murderer who was defeated by Thalia and now chased them and killed Valvaf.
How it looks like.
"I remember Thalia said that 'Yan Xi' never took off his mask in front of anyone. Now he is going to... he should be dying. I want to see it." Luo Nie thought.
Just when he was about to touch the technological wind area of the mask that was already attached to moisture and death, the head belonging to "Yan Xi" in his hand suddenly burst out a few words with great difficulty.
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"Ah!" Luo Nie, who was stimulated by the sudden sound, seemed to be a little stronger. In panic, he actually pulled up the spherical material in his hand and threw it upwards.
When the dull bounce sound echoed in this dim and not spacious area, he looked towards the head of "Yan Xi" that had completely lost its life with lingering fear.
The mask that was tightly bound to his face was finally completely separated due to the fall, and when the light really hit it, Luo Nie realized that there was no face under the mask.
It was a "face" with a lot of bones exposed and bloody flesh.
If the guess is correct, "Yan Xi"'s face should have been completely destroyed due to some rare corrosion. Even though he is powerful, as a lost person of [Stealer], it seems that he has never found a way to repair it.
.
Against the backdrop of the bright white heat, the face was covered with curved parts that looked like they had been abraded, and there were many parts that looked like rodent gnawing. Some of the areas that retained a little skin were extremely red and swollen, and they were not visible outwards.
The bright red liquid stopped oozing out, and there were even a few effective insect and fly larvae, looking for food unscrupulously among the rich proteins.
After sighing slightly, Luo Nie took a few more deep breaths, trying to dispel the rising feeling of stomach acid caused by "Yan Xi"'s face.
After cheering up a little, he kicked the head into the darkness like a ball and continued walking forward.
"It should be that, according to Varvaf, you have to see the 'Ancient Core Beast' to reach the real bottom. Maybe you can find the backup elevator here."
Just when Luo Nie was at his wits' end, he suddenly heard heavy, almost inhuman breathing, and faint moans of pain.
Luo Nie judged that since "Yan Xi" was dead, Valvaf was torn apart by the exhaust fan at the moment of the battle, and there were no other light sources or shooting sounds, then this almost inhuman sound should belong to the so-called monster.
He suddenly became inexplicably excited, and his sapphire eyes unconsciously shone with a frightening light.
Jogging along the source of the sound, under the light of two hidden searchlights, he finally saw enough alien creatures to be called monsters.
Surrounded by the inexplicably warm and familiar light is a five- to six-meter-tall spherical creature with intertwined dark green and crimson fur. Its body is connected to seven or eight slowly shaking circular pipes of different materials.
In the humid, corrupt, and smelly environment, Luo Nie could clearly feel that a lot of energy was being stripped away from the body of the monster in front of him and being transported to higher locations along the pipes.
After seeing Luo Nie arriving, after a long time, the monster slowly opened its eyes like the scarlet moon of the monster seen on Route 62 many years ago.
"So sad……"
The overlapping, ethereal voices that sounded like a dream suddenly appeared in Luo Nie's ears, like the extremely immature voice of a three-year-old child.
Looking up, Luo Nie did not see any sound-producing parts belonging to the monster in front of him. Looking back carefully, the sound seemed to be made by his own brain.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Nie asked tentatively:
"Is...are you talking?"
"It hurts..." The voice appeared again.
Although he did not directly answer Luo Nie's question, he could feel the "sadness" around him that was quickly becoming more intense. This extremely painful product of death quickly increased to the point where he could not bear it, and it actually instantly aroused the feeling of "sadness" in his body.
"Light of Mechanical Spirit".
Fortunately, the power belonging to the "Master of Machinery" in his body has not been used much yet. With a little control, only a faint halo is attached to his hands, and it has not been wasted a lot.
As if due to seeing a living person, and as if being affected by the power of the "Light of the Mechanical Spirit", the mouth of the monster in front of him began to open and close slightly.
What followed was finally a voice that was closer to reality and belonged to a child:
"Brother, your energy... is so warm. Thank you... thank you. No... yes, it's me who is talking. I... am the monster locked up here by these people in the base. They call me, 'Yanhe'