Guns roared, the steam engine drove the heavy mechanical spider to rotate its body, and the six-barreled machine gun spewed out angry flames in all directions, sweeping away the monsters that kept emerging from the fog like a harvest, and from time to time, bullets shot out from those thick
It flew in from the fog and hit the armor of the walker and the sandbags building the barricade.
There are also "soldiers" among the monsters, including heavily armed soldiers, and even walking mechanical spiders flowing with black mud.
As the battle continues, there are more and more dangerous enemies.
"These **** things are copying us!"
A soldier wearing a breathing mask hid behind the barricade and shouted angrily while pulling the trigger frantically. The metal armor on his body was already scarred.
The power pipes at the joints of the armor were damaged, hissing steam gushes out from the valves, and on the steam backpack behind him, the logo of the Frost City State's elite garrison can be seen.
"We are not the only ones they copied," the team commander said loudly, his voice hoarse and dark behind the breathing mask - the thick fog on the street is getting worse. In order to avoid the toxic gases that may be present in the fog, they are now entering the war zone for execution.
The garrison troops on the mission have all put on these formidable breathing masks. "Every living thing that appears in the fog is the enemy, all enemies!"
"I just saw a group of people running past the intersection ahead!" Another soldier suddenly shouted, "They look like armed civilians—or sailors on a ship!"
"I saw it too. It was very blurry. They looked like they were burning, but the fire was green!
The team commander raised his head when he heard this, but the next second, a strange roar suddenly came from the other side of the thick fog, carrying a sharp sound of death.
A grenade penetrated the thick fog, crossed the gap between the barricades, and fell directly at the foot of the steam walker. Without any reaction time, the grenade exploded, and shrapnel bloomed like a rain.
The thin metal breastplate could not withstand such a fatal impact at such a close range, and the squad commander and his soldiers were blown away together.
After an unknown amount of time, he regained consciousness in a daze. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the steam walker staggering down, its armor torn, and all the power pipes spewing white mist.
The only remaining machine gun turret spilled the final barrage as it collapsed.
Countless shadowy things emerged from the fog and rushed to the next intersection.
The team commander slowly squirmed, holding a grenade with the ring pulled tightly in his hand. He couldn't remember when he got it - maybe it was when it was blown away just now.
Maybe it was a subconscious reaction when I lost consciousness.
He felt that he had exhausted all his strength and threw the grenade into the thick fog.
However, he only weakly let go of his hand.
The iron-gray metal cylinder came loose from his hand and rolled down the street with a clanging sound. Its fuse hissed smoke as it rolled to the roadside, and then fell into a dry sink - passing through
The darkness fell into the gaps, slid through the sloping ventilation holes, and fell into the frost city-state's underground world that had been eroded by time, making a roar in the forgotten darkness.
"boom!"
There was a muffled sound far away above the head, and the ceiling of the tunnel seemed to tremble slightly, scattering some dust and dirt.
"Sailor" suddenly shrank his neck, with a hint of nervousness on his withered face: "This place really doesn't know how to do it."
Fall down?!"
"At least it hasn't collapsed in the past few decades." Lawrence stepped forward. The gas lamps embedded in the corridor walls on both sides gave off a faint glow, illuminating the way forward. "As a mummy, how dare you?
So small? Your abnormality should be something that scares others, right?"
"I think... the very fact of digging such a huge underground space under a city-state is scary enough!" Anomaly 077 said with a nervous tone, "What do you think..."
Lawrence shrugged: "How would I know? I didn't dig it."
Then he no longer paid attention to the mummy, but lowered his head and said to the small mirror on his chest: "Martha, how is the situation over there?"
"It's very lively," Martha's voice came from the mirror, and the background seemed to be mixed with the sound of explosions and artillery fire from the distance. "After you entered the second waterway, the entire mirror world went crazy - a
All the ships in and out of the harbor were firing at me."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm not that easy to sink - but the bad thing is, the enemy doesn't seem to be that easy to sink either, they keep getting replenished from the reflection."
Lawrence was silent for a moment, then looked up at the dark and deep corridor ahead.
"How far is it from here to the deepest point?" he asked.
"It's very far, but you can take a shortcut." Lawrence frowned: "A shortcut?"
"Did you notice the water on the ground?
Find a street sign, then find the pond closest to the street sign and look at the scenery reflected in it."
Lawrence followed Martha's instructions in confusion and came to a pool of water that met the requirements, lowered his head and looked at the reflection inside.
The reflection reflected an intersection. There was a nameplate nailed to the wall next to the intersection, and the words "Shangcheng District Sewage Main Pipeline" could be vaguely seen.
He opened his eyes wide and raised his head to look beside him.
On the wall next to him, the words "Port Area Sewage Discharge" were clearly written on the mottled nameplate.
Martha's voice came from the mirror: "Did you see it? The world in the mirror is discontinuous."
"...Unbelievable...just like a dream..." Lawrence murmured to himself, looking down at the puddle of water at his feet again. Even as one of the most experienced captains on the Infinite Sea, he had to admit,
Everything in this mirror city was beyond his imagination, but soon he settled down, "Then how should we use these shortcuts?"
"You have arrived," Martha said with a smile. "When you have stood in front of this 'mirror' long enough, you have arrived."
Lawrence was stunned and looked up hurriedly.
In front of him was an intersection. Dim, flickering gas lamps were embedded in the corridor walls of the intersection. According to his recent nameplate, the mottled writing could vaguely identify the city's main sewage pipe.
Anomaly 077 looked at the sudden change in the surrounding environment in shock. His eyes quickly scanned the nameplates on the roadside and the reflections in the water. After a long time, he suddenly shouted: "Is this reasonable?!"
The surrounding sailors all focused their attention on the mummy.
Lawrence didn't care about the "sailor's" reaction. He just looked thoughtfully at the dimly lit corridor ahead. After a long time, he frowned in confusion and said to Martha: "We are already at the second waterway, but you
Where are the 'helpers' mentioned earlier? Where are the 'Queen's Guards' fighting on the Second Waterway?"
The sound of distant artillery fire came from the mirror, and Martha's voice delayed for a few seconds before reaching Lawrence's ears: "Take the fork on the left, follow the red road sign, and stop when there is no road and wait...
They will show up, when the time comes, they will show up."
Lawrence frowned: "Time?"
"...The attack time of the Queen's Guard is at midnight - midnight every day. Before this time, they are invisible."
In the secret room of the "Golden Flute" tavern and the underground communication station, the "old ghost" lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.
"what time is it……"
The old man's eyes seemed to be in a trance, and he was mumbling as if he was dreaming. However, in the dimly lit room, the only response to him was the occasional "beep" sound from some monitoring equipment, and the faint sound coming from nowhere.
Gunshots.
The next second, the old ghost's eyes suddenly widened.
The faint sound of gunfire?
Gunshots!
The old man suddenly woke up, and the sound of the gunshot reached his ears, vague and vague, as if what was separated was not only the thick walls and floors, but also decades of time - he quickly climbed out of bed,
Then he reached out and grabbed something placed next to the bed.
That's a big wrench that he keeps by his side even when he sleeps.
It is his tool and his weapon.
"The fight has begun... The fight has begun... I can't sleep here... It's time to gather..."
The old ghost muttered, put on his shoes shakily, and put on his coat that was placed on the chair next to him. Then he raised his head and looked at the room where he had just slept.
This is a secret room used to communicate with the Sea Mist Fleet. Nemo arranged for him to rest here and take care of the equipment here.
But the next second, the old ghost seemed to have forgotten everything related to this room. His eyes became cloudy again, and he looked at the door not far away in confusion.
"Oh! The door is here!"
The old ghost suddenly realized it, with a happy look on his face, and then he quickly walked over and opened the iron door leading to the underground secret passage.
Opposite the door is a narrow and cold corridor. The lights in the corridor flicker on and off, and there is a hissing sound caused by insufficient air supply from the gas pipe.
"The gas pipe is not normal...the air pressure is not enough...no, no, now is not the time to worry about these..." The old ghost looked at the lights in the corridor and muttered quickly. He took a step forward, but
As if he suddenly remembered something, he looked back at the secret room where he had just rested.
The room was empty.
Everyone may have gathered in the tavern above ground.
"Crow, I'm going out, please stay at home!"
The old ghost shouted to the empty room, then turned around, carrying his big wrench that never left his body, and slowly walked towards the deep and dark passage.