The deepest tunnels in the Frost Mine were exhausted decades ago, and the city-state relied on
The "blood" is probably just the result of some kind of distortion. Buried deep at the bottom of the boiling gold mine is a door left by the first generation of City Hall, and the current City Hall and Governor may also be participants and maintainers of this secret -
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Even the guards, who are well-trained and disciplined and often deal with all kinds of dangerous and strange things, can't help but fall into silence and shock when they hear this news.
In addition to being shocked, they also understood why this operation was classified as secret, and the gatekeeper would not announce the specific situation until everyone went down the well.
Such news, even without considering the threat posed by the extraordinary phenomena behind it, is just
The fact that the "mine veins are exhausted" is enough to set off a storm in the city-state!
"We are still not sure whether all the mine tunnels were exhausted decades ago, let alone what was transported out of this mine when the veins were exhausted - the only thing that can be certain is that
If all this is really the product of some kind of pollution, and if the abnormal phenomena in the city-state today are also related to this pollution, then we are now at the origin and deepest point of the pollution."
Agatha's eyes swept over the surrounding subordinates, her tone as calm and steady as ever.
"I believe everyone is aware of the current situation on the surface, and I also know that you have had doubts as to why the most elite squadron should be sent here at such a critical moment to investigate some mine - I and I
You are also worried about those compatriots who are fighting monsters in the fog, and about the battles in the surrounding sea areas.
"However, we are also on the battlefield at the moment - investigating the situation in this mine one by one is to help our comrades in other places to the greatest extent and find the source of the crisis from the root, which is better than fighting those monsters in the thick fog.
Exhaust consumption.
"That's it, does anyone have any questions?"
She looked around and saw the calm and determined expressions of her subordinates as always, and nodded lightly.
"Okay, let's start taking action. The target is the deepest mining layer. Pay attention to the dark environment along the way, and confirm the status of the ventilation and lighting devices at any time. Everyone received a set of mine self-rescuers when they came down, and now wear masks
, open the external circulation valve - remember how to use it, right? If you encounter a situation, rotate the valve clockwise to the internal circulation and pull out the latch of the self-rescuer, and at the same time quickly retreat to the main tunnel, giving priority to saving yourself."
The guards, priests, and nuns immediately carried out the order and put on the breathing masks over their mouths and noses, confirmed the condition of the connecting pipes and circulation valves, and fixed the special underground lanterns on the buckles on their chests to avoid affecting their movements.
Agatha did not wear a mask - as the gatekeeper of the God of Death, her physique was already different from that of ordinary humans, especially when
In terms of "breathing", ordinary toxic gases and suffocating environments will not affect her actions.
Just as the subordinates were preparing to set off, a slight hissing sound suddenly reached Agatha's ears.
At first, she thought it was the sound made by the circulation valve when her men breathed through their masks, but soon she realized that the hissing sound came from farther away-outside the crowd, out of reach of the light.
In the shadow.
"Attention!" Agatha reacted instantly and warned aloud, and the next second, several other guardian soldiers also noticed the sound of valve deflation coming from the darkness, and several rays of light shone in that direction at the same time.
In the haze of light and fog, Agatha saw a figure emerging from the dark corner - a figure wearing a thick black coat, a gas mask, and seemed to be carrying a gun.
The figure was lying among a pile of debris, breathing hard, and a hissing sound came from his gas mask.
Why did a person suddenly appear here? The guards had checked the entire traffic point before, and there was no way they could miss such an obvious figure!
Agatha had doubts in her mind for a moment, but without hesitation, she reached the figure who looked to be dying in a few steps, with the guards following closely behind her.
"...They are soldiers of the city-state," a guard instantly identified the equipment of the fallen man.
"The Consul's immediate bodyguard."
Agatha quickly looked at the soldier and saw that he was wearing a metal breastplate outside his thick black coat. The power pipe connecting the breastplate and arm guards had been broken, and a military breathing mask covered almost all of his body.
From his face, one could only tell from his body shape that he was a male soldier - and his fatal wound was near his chest, and it looked like his internal organs had been severely damaged.
One of his arms was broken, and the other hand was still holding the rifle tightly.
It seemed that the sudden light around him caused some stimulation. After Agatha approached, the soldier wearing a breathing mask suddenly moved, as if he was trying to raise his head.
The surrounding guards were startled for a moment and subconsciously picked up their weapons, but Agatha waved her hand, took a step forward, and leaned down slightly.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Archon Guard...Martin...Brad...Sergeant..."
"Sergeant Brad, why are you here?"
"Consul... Winston..." The guard soldier who called himself Sergeant Blood spoke hoarsely. The voice under the breathing mask became harder and harder. He mentioned the consul's name and struggled to lift his arm.
, seems to want to point somewhere,
"Mr. Winston...entered a secret room...we need...backup..."
Before he could finish speaking, the arm suddenly lost strength, and the last, rapidly weakening hissing sound came from under the breathing mask.
He died, and the next second after his life left, Agatha saw dirty black mud slowly oozing out from under his wounds and mask - the body disintegrated quickly as if melting, giving the order
A sticky squirming sound that makes people shudder.
"Fake!"
The surrounding guards reacted immediately and retreated quickly. The accompanying priest suddenly stepped forward, and at the same time sprinkled a handful of the prepared powder mixture onto the disintegrating corpse, and threw a ball of pale flesh at the corpse.
fireball.
With a bang, pale flames rose into the sky, and the fake corpse was swallowed up by the flames in the blink of an eye. After the rapid and short burning, there was only a pile of black mud that had dried up and stopped crawling, and lingering in the air.
of heat.
Agatha watched this scene with a calm expression. When the figure first appeared, she realized that the other party might also be a copy that emerged from the thick fog. Now, she turned thoughtfully.
He turned his head and looked at that person
The place where "Sergeant Brad" pointed before he died.
"In this direction..." she muttered softly.
"Your Majesty the Gatekeeper, that is just a fake trick," the priest on the side heard this muttering and couldn't help but stepped forward to remind him,
"Maybe it's an enemy trap."
"But it doesn't seem to know that it is a fake," Agatha shook her head slightly.
"Remember
Do you have the information you had before? There seem to be three types of these fakes, one is muddle-headed and attacks all living people, one seems to be under control and destroys the city in an organized manner, and the other seems to retain the memory of the real body.
and emotions, you don’t even realize that you are a fake...”
The pastor was stunned for a moment, and his tone was hesitant:
"what do you mean……"
Agatha's eyes seemed a little complicated for a moment, but no one noticed her momentary hesitation. After a brief pause, she said calmly:
"This 'fake' was copied not long ago. He may retain the memory of a few hours ago or even shorter - on the other hand, when we went down the well, the information from the city hall has been the confidential secretary.
In passing, Archon Winston appears to be missing."
The priest reacted quickly and understood what Agatha meant.
"It's a fake, but its memory is real," he said quickly,
"Consul Winston may have actually brought a group of soldiers here not long ago, and one of them, a sergeant named Martin Blade, died fighting in the mine tunnel - this thick fog replicated the scene of the battle just now
The dead sergeant and his memory!"
"Maybe this is the truth."
Agatha nodded slightly, then turned to the mine tunnel illuminated by dim light.
No one knows the situation deep in the mining layer, but Archon Winston obviously has some truths that others don't know - now he led a team of soldiers into the depths of the mine at the critical moment when the whole city fell into a strange phenomenon.
There is no doubt that the biggest clue may be in this direction.
"Thanks for the directions."
Agatha turned her head and nodded solemnly towards the pile of dried mud where no human outline could be seen at all, and then waved to the subordinates around her:
"Follow us - let's go find the whereabouts of the Archon!"
At the same time, on the boundless ocean shrouded in a chaotic and dark sky, twin ghost ships swept through the waves like the wind, passing through countless, virtual and real ship shadows.
Lawrence stood on the bow of the White Oak, looking down at the undulating sea below.
Between the undulating waves, he could already see the... reflection of the city-state in the distance.