A large area of masonry was quickly dug up, and a combat mecha used as an engineering mecha drove over and bombarded the target with artillery shells at close range.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Dozens of artillery shells struck down, causing large areas of masonry to collapse, revealing dark underground passages.
The length, width and height of the passage are about five meters, square.
The flashlight shined in, and the beams of light hit the diffuse dust, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.
At this time, the Iron Fist mercenary group could not wait to drive people down to explore.
Soon, an expedition team of twelve people, under the threat of the guns of the Iron Fist mercenaries, walked into the passage with great reluctance and groped forward cautiously.
"Hurry up!"
"If you find something good, there will be a reward!"
At this time, even the stupidest person would not believe the lies of the Iron Fist mercenary. Unarmed, without any protection or medical supplies, he ventured into an underground labyrinth full of traps, just to prepare to use them to open the way and trigger the traps.
"Da da da!"
The few at the back who were hesitant and unwilling to go in were shot to death on the spot.
There was no other way, so the remaining people had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk inside.
But within a few seconds, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air was heard, extremely dense, followed by screams and wails.
"Wow, ahhh!"
A mercenary with arrows all over his body rushed out. He looked like a hedgehog, with black blood overflowing from his wounds. The shape was extremely miserable. But what awaited him was a burst of merciless shooting, and he fell down with his eyes wide open, refusing to rest in silence.
"next batch!"
A cold voice sounded, and the second group of explorers was selected.
"Damn it, fight them!"
Several of them lost control of their emotions, suddenly became violent, and threw themselves at the nearest Iron Fist mercenary. They had no weapons in their hands and were biting their teeth desperately. Several people struggled together, and the Iron Fist mercenaries around them did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring their companions. One of the Iron Fist mercenaries who was knocked down had his throat bitten open, blood spurted out, and he let out a huge howl.
Just then, a huge shadow fell from the sky. With a roar, the extremely heavy body hit the ground, raising a large amount of dust.
"puff!"
A cold light pierced directly through the body of the resister, and then he was lifted up. Followed by the second and third attacks, several resisters were killed instantly. Sharp iron tools penetrated their bodies, and they were held high in the air, with blood splattering on them.
It was a huge steel spider with eight segments and sharp toes, and it was these that penetrated the rebel's body.
"Woo!"
As if in a demonstration, the Iron Spider lifted several corpses above its head, its dotted compound eyes glowed red, and four steam columns spewed out from behind, creating an astonishing momentum.
Chen Xing looked up and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man. He has a serious face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a tall hat with a bright red rose on the brim.
In psychic vision, a large number of threads extend from the middle-aged man's body. The thread is very thin, like loose hair. One end of the thread is connected to the body, and the other end is deep into the soil. The faint light points are flowing upward along the thread and blending into the body of the middle-aged man.
Connect the ley lines!
The symbol of the strong in the sanctuary.
And on the other party's forehead, a milky white silk thread flew out, light and fluttering, as if there was nothing there. The other end of the silk thread is connected to a huge steel spider. It is the spiritual channel between the host and the Yuling, which is composed of pure spiritual energy.
In order not to attract the other party's attention, Chen Xing only observed it for a few seconds and then looked away.
Seeing the ferocity of the Iron Spider, those who tried to resist shrank back. There is still a glimmer of hope if we go down, but resistance will lead to death.
In full view of everyone, the second group of explorers were driven down, and their trembling figures gradually disappeared at the end of the dark passage.
Ten minutes later, the third group of explorers entered the underground maze.
"Sir, what should I do?" Wu Erxiong was frightened and asked Chen Xing in a low voice. Zeng Daming next to him was also frightened and looked at Chen Xing helplessly.
At this time, only the truly strong are their backbone.
"Just wait and see what happens." Chen Xing said calmly. The calm and indifferent attitude immediately made the two small group leaders feel at ease. The strong are indeed strong, even if the sacred mountain collapses in front of them, their expressions remain unchanged.
About an hour later, it was the seventh group's turn to go down, and Chen Xing, who deliberately stood in the front row, was chosen.
"You, and you!" The captain of the Iron Fist mercenary ordered several people in succession and asked them to form a team and go down.
"Me, and me!" "He is my eldest brother, I want to go down with him."
Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming rushed forward and asked to be grouped with Chen Xing. This made the team leader stunned for several seconds. They probably didn't expect that there were still people rushing down to die.
"I'm going too, I want to follow my brother!"
"I want to live and die with my eldest brother."
The team leader looked suspicious
He looked at the people vying for petitions with confusion, a little confused. While others are eager to stay away, this group of people is extremely active. Are there really passionate adventurers these days?
Because it was very different from the previous situation, the squad leader made an exception and agreed to let them go down together.
A total of more than fifty people rushed into the passage with such enthusiasm that people outside thought they were dreaming.
Most of these fifty people were from the Bear Hug Group and the ragtag group of people who had seen Chen Xing. Only a few joined in the fun and followed along.
After walking forward for a while, I saw corpses all over the ground. The corpse was covered with arrows, and black blood flowed from the wounds.
Shining the flashlight on the walls on both sides of the passage, densely packed holes appeared in sight, making one's scalp numb.
It is from these holes that these poisonous arrows are shot.
"I have psychic armor, let me explore it first."
Wu Erxiong volunteered, his body glowing with blue light, and he walked in the front.
"I am coming too!"
Not to be outdone, Zeng Daming activated his psychic armor and followed the former.
But in fact, both of them are human spirits. Someone has already passed through it before, and the mechanism has been triggered before. Generally, it will not be triggered a second time.
The passage was straight. After walking forward for a few minutes, there were corpses along the way. Some were killed by curare poison, and some were pierced by spears thrust out of the ground and nailed to the ground. They died miserably.
Chen Xingmo counted his steps, and when he was more than a kilometer away from the entrance, he stopped the two people in front of him.
"Stay back and manage the people behind you."
"Sir, this is not good..." "Yes, yes, how can I let you put yourself in danger?"
Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. The further they went, the more dangerous it became, but they spoke righteously, as if if I don't go to hell, who else will?
If Chen Xing hadn't needed the two of them to maintain order, he would have really wanted to agree to their proposal and let them be cannon fodder at the front.
With a thought in Chen Xing's mind, a space crack opened behind him, and two teams of goblins holding torches ran out and headed forward.
The dark passage was immediately illuminated by the fire, and everyone was amazed.
"Sir, you are really powerful!" "No matter how many traps are ahead, I am not afraid of them."
While everyone was immersed in joy, the two people at the end of the team communicated silently with their eyes, walked slower and slower, gradually distanced themselves from the team, then turned around and ran away.
But at this moment, a giant wolf jumped out of the darkness, came towards them with its bloody mouth, and bit off one of the people's heads. The remaining one was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away, but was immediately beaten to death by a swarm of mercenaries.
When these two people saw Chen Xing summoning goblins, they immediately understood that he was the person the Iron Fist mercenary was looking for, and wanted to run back to inform him and claim the credit.
Little did he know that Chen Xing had expected it, so he only used goblins after walking so far, and secretly summoned the White Wolf King to follow the team to prevent anyone from escaping.
Seeing the White Wolf King following behind, even those who had ideas gave up their thoughts and followed the team honestly.
The goblins in front kept triggering traps, including poisonous arrows, spikes, falling rocks, and guillotine scythes. But these are useless, in front of professional cannon fodder, it is just a life.
Chen Xing would send out two teams of goblins every time, and then replenish them when they were used up. After exploring for more than twenty minutes, at least two hundred goblins were lost.
Seeing Chen Xing consuming Yuling like this, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming were a little worried.
"Brother, why do you have so many Yulings?"
"If it doesn't work, let the brothers come in. Don't use up all your imperial spirits."
Although the two people's words were half-truth and half-false, their intentions were genuine.
Chen Xing smiled and said, "I am no ordinary Yuling."
"what is that?"
"Legion."
Hearing these two words, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming couldn't describe their moods as "adoration". They simply fell into submission and wished they could kneel down and call them big brother on the spot.
"Brother, shouldn't you be a legend..."
"You are overthinking. If I were a legend, the ones above should be the ones working now." Chen Xing dispelled the unrealistic illusions of the two of them.
Although the answer was somewhat different from the expected answer, the two of them were still more confident.
What is the concept of legion? If not a legend, then it is a quasi-legend.
Because of the existence of the goblin army, the underground maze with many traps became like walking on the ground. Although the screams ahead constantly reminded them that they were safe at the moment because someone was carrying the load for them.
This underground maze is very large and intricate. Every time you walk, there will be a fork in the road, sometimes one fork, sometimes two forks, and you forget the direction as you walk.
However, there are directions recorded on the wall before reaching the fork in the road, so it shouldn't be difficult to find the way in.
"Hala!"
Front
The goblin suddenly let out an excited cry. Chen Xing quickened his pace. At the end of the passage was an arched door. After entering, it suddenly became clear.
The goblin ran with a torch, and the firelight illuminated the circular underground space.
It seems to be a transit hall, connecting several passages.
"We will stay here." Chen Xing said. The space here is spacious and can be used as a defensive location.
If new people come down, persuade them to join. If they are Iron Fist mercenaries, use the terrain advantage to kill them.
"But we have no weapons!" Wu Erxiong said with a grimace. They were unarmed. It would be easy for people in the same situation, but they would be in big trouble if they encountered the Iron Fist mercenaries.
"This is easy." A ball of light formed on Chen Xing's hand, and the two ends stretched like a spindle, turning into an assault rifle.
"Spiritual energy manifests!" Zeng Daming shouted, and then his face showed ecstasy, "We are saved, everyone is saved!"
Everyone was also ecstatic. Anyone who had read the mercenary magazine knew what it meant to create something out of thin air.
This is the mark of a true lord, and cannot be compared to the quasi-lord of the three-legged cat.
Chen Xing created more than 30 assault rifles, and the core members of the Bear Hug Group and Zeng Daming all got the guns.
Psychic energy is the source of the universe and can be transformed into any kind of matter. The manifestation of spiritual energy is to transform spiritual energy into matter through one's own mental control.
But this is only temporary, permanent creation can only be achieved by the legendary emperor level. If the spiritual connection with Chen Xing is cut off, these guns and ammunition will turn into spiritual energy again and escape into the air.
Most evolvers can only create the things they are most familiar with. For example, Chen Xing can only create various conventional firearms and ammunition. In terms of cold weapons, he only has tactical daggers and Yingren knives.
Then, Chen Xing sent out Goblin expedition teams in batches to go deep into various passages to explore the environment and look for clues.
Although the underground palace is huge and has many mechanisms, compared with the nearly infinite number of goblins, it is only a matter of time before it is turned upside down.
PS:
I have to go back to worship my ancestors the day after tomorrow.
Ask everyone for a leave in advance, and you may have to stop updating for two to three days.
It is said that people are not allowed to go up the mountain this year and can only worship in the old house.
But no matter where you are, as long as you have the will.
On the day of Qingming Festival again, I suddenly remembered that the creation started in 2014 during Qingming Festival.
In fact, the reason why I started writing the book was because I was dissatisfied with the setting of "ancestor worship" in Yanyu Jiangnan in Sin City.
I am a loyal reader of Smoke Man, and he is my favorite and most admired author. Before that, it was Lawson, but after watching Sin City, I was deeply moved by the quicksand in it, so I ranked Misty Jiangnan as the first in my mind.
And I chose to publish books in Zongheng because I hope to follow in the footsteps of great masters.
I chose the theme and positioning of wasteland science fiction combined with Western fantasy, and added Chinese elements. On the one hand, it stems from my own knowledge structure and preferences, and on the other hand, I also follow the footsteps of the great gods.
Gunsmapper, Fallout series, StarCraft, Warhammer 40k, Dark Elf, Dragonlance Chronicles, Star Wars, Demon Hunters, and Lords of Night all have a great influence on me.
But in Sin City, Yan Man’s setting of ancestor worship made me very unhappy.
In the setting of the book, god worship is a higher level existence than ancestor worship.
The ancestors gained the power of faith through the sacrificial activities of their descendants, gradually ignited the sacred fire, and ascended the altar. However, due to the scarcity of believers, even if the ancestors became gods, they were still third-rate minor gods, and were then crushed by various high-level gods.
Maybe this is the current state and fact of the world.
But based on what I have seen since childhood, there is no shortage of faith in the land of China. Although each family has its ancestors, in fact we all worship and believe in the same belief.
The incense used to worship ancestors is by no means less than the candles and oil lamps used to worship gods in the West.
Therefore, there are apocalyptic totems, and there is a battle of faith between the temple and the glorious temple.
That is the collision of Western beliefs and Eastern beliefs.
I just want to tell everyone that we also have faith, and ours is no worse than others.
Others have other people's ancestors, we have our ancestors, the same glory, the same pride.
The place where the bones of our ancestors are buried is the land we hold on to.
If we are like this, our descendants will be like this. Only the faith that belongs to us can continue, and the pride in our bones can last forever.
The end of the totem is also the Qingming ancestor worship and Du Mu's ancient poems.
Five years have passed. Although I have not been able to write very good results, I have also grown a lot. At least his writing skills have matured, and his thoughts can be expressed clearly and clearly.
Here, I would like to thank everyone again for accompanying me all the way to where I am now. I hope that everyone can continue to accompany the captain to sail through the waves and sail the ship farther in the future.
Come on, Ollie!
