The doctor lady just wore the Blood Moon Sect's robe and sat upright in the passenger seat.
And seeing her action,
Joyce and Tris, who had been sitting very nervously in the back row, couldn't help laughing.
The originally terrifying and depressing atmosphere was suddenly relieved.
How to activate the team atmosphere?
Perhaps Su Wen has become more and more knowledgeable.
At the same time, because I feel a little embarrassed,
Seeing the sacrificial ceremony base getting closer and closer, Croshan couldn't help but hit the handsome gentleman next to her who had a bit of a bad taste:
"Why didn't you remind me earlier?"
only,
When hearing this sentence, Su Wen just gave another answer with great interest:
"But how do I remember,
A certain pretty doctor lady said at the beginning that she was not sleepy."
And seeing such a hateful Su Wen,
Croshan couldn't help but use her professional knowledge to attack:
"It means your memory has become disordered.
Hum hum,
Possibly early Korsakoff syndrome."
Su Wen wasn't angry either, he just smiled:
"But as far as I know,
Korsakov syndrome is a neurological disorder commonly caused by chronic alcoholism.
Dear Miss,
Could it be,
Are you drunk too?"
A handsome smile appeared on the corner of the handsome scholar's mouth,
But he wasn't ready to tease the doctor any more.
because,
their final destination,
The location of Lord Blood Moon's resurrection ceremony is finally clearly visible.
In this wasteland that has been dimmed by the afterglow of doomsday,
The strong wind carried fine flying sand, like the torn fragments of time itself, mercilessly beating every inch of exposed skin and steel.
horizon,
An ominous blood moon hangs high,
The color is so rich that it seems to drip blood, adding a bit of despair and madness to this extremely depressing scene.
And in this symphony of chaos and death.
A torrent of steel composed of pure black heavy trucks passed through endless desolation and blood, finally appeared in a thick mist of blood, and slowly approached the heart-stopping recovery base of Lord Blood Moon.
The outline of the base is vaguely visible in the blood mist,
Like a sleeping giant slowly opening its ferocious maw.
The huge dark black metal skeleton looks like a black forest rising from the depths of hell. It is intricate yet orderly.
They are intertwined into hollow buildings that are nearly six or seven stories high. Each beam and column exudes a cold and depressing atmosphere, as if it can swallow up all light and hope.
Under the bloody moonlight,
These metal structures reflect the dark light, intertwining with the surrounding blood mist to form a doomsday picture.
And seeing this scene,
Su Wen also reminded calmly:
"No more kidding.
We all braced ourselves for the ‘end’.”
He raised his eyes indifferently and extremely rationally, looking at the resurrection ceremony base that was finally clear:
On this final stage built of despair, researchers and Blood Moon believers shuttled like ants,
Their figures looked particularly small under the huge metal structure.
Some are wearing protective clothing,
The eyes reveal desire and fear for unknown territory;
Some were wearing bloody robes and chanting ancient mantras fervently, as if they were offering their most devout prayers for the upcoming ceremony.
now,
Even the air is filled with an indescribable tension and expectation,
It was as if the whole world was holding its breath waiting for that moment to arrive.
Immediately afterwards, under such a heavy bloody night
With a low roar of machinery, the huge gate in front of the heavy truck fleet slowly opened, as if it were a portal to another world, revealing a hint of ominous omen.
On both sides of the gate,
The towering detection tower is like a loyal sentinel.
Their lenses flashed with cold blue light, ruthlessly scanning every heavy truck trying to pass through the heavy defenses.
However, these detection methods seemed to have been interfered by the blood moon contamination, and there was no way of detecting Su Wen's "advance arrangement".
There were just a few mechanical steps that popped up, and then it turned into a green approval sign.
Zoom out,
The bodies of heavy trucks were covered with thick armor, and their tires made a dull sound as they ran over the sand and gravel, and then passed through the gate, like steel giants stumbling forward in the wasteland.
The person responsible for testing stood on a high platform,
Wearing heavy protective clothing and communication headsets, his eyes showed disdain for these nameless people driving heavy trucks.
They talked to each other in low voices, their words full of contempt for these "clones":
"A bunch of clones,
Is there anything to check?”
A voice sounded coldly, with obvious mockery.
"yes,
Could there be a few Night Watchmen or even the legendary Rhine mixed in?"
Another female voice echoed, her words full of disapproval, and even these words did not escape the clone's ears.
Their words made this tense and serious scene mixed with and overflowing with a discordant contempt.
But for those "unknown people" who drive heavy trucks,
I have become accustomed to such contempt.
Under Joyce's command, their faces were expressionless and their eyes were firm, as if no words from the outside world could shake their inner faith and determination.
only,
From the outside world,
These clones are just as stupid as before, nothing has changed.
As the last heavy truck passed through the inspection gate smoothly, the huge gate suddenly closed again.
Isolate this wasteland from the secrets in the base.
And those "nameless ones" surrounded by contempt and disdain continued to perform their [mission].
But no one knows,
Their mission has long since been secretly rewritten.
Above this forgotten wasteland, the sky hangs low, like a cursed curtain, covering the once bright stars.
Mixed in the heavy truck transport fleet, Su Wen also successfully passed the inspection.
now,
Through the hollow mechanical structure specially designed for observation, his sight finally hit the heart-stopping corruption field of nearly a kilometer:
This place is no longer the realm of natural law, but a carnival of death and corruption.
In this boundless darkness, a huge bloody pustule, as if bred from hell, stood prominently.
Its size is so huge that it can
To make the strongest hearts tremble.
Even on the surface of the pustule, blood and pus intertwined, like the most disgusting picture in the world, with bubbles constantly bursting and making disgusting sounds.
What's even more creepy is that as the blood-red black gas surges from the sky, an intricate network of blood vessels is faintly visible inside the pustule.
They squirm and expand like living creatures,
Every pulse seemed to announce to the world that some unspeakable horror was about to come.
[Identification:
Blood Moon King - Aztec King - Bloody Remains of Montezuma I
The Blood Moon Gambler and the Cult of Quetzalcoatl,
In the name of montezuma juhuicamina
During his reign, through periods of high and unstable spiritual tides, his extremely bloody wars completely unified the Aztec Empire!]