There are probably more than two hundred steps in the temple. The team did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and the entire temple was completely silent.
After entering the gate carved with gargoyles, the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a huge statue of a crow. Its eyes were as red as blood, its body was pitch black, its head was raised high and its wings were beating. It seemed that it was about to fly into the sky, and in its giant claws Below, there is a mountain of skulls, most of which are deformed.
A deformed skull.
"Iron."
Armin walked up, knocked on the statue, and came to a conclusion.
"In order to prevent the accident just now, only Suo Shiyang and I will go in this time. You guard the door and don't let anyone in or out."
Suddenly, Sol made a decision, which made Sosh Yang feel strange.
Not because of this decision, but because Thor had never given orders for him before, but today he was surprisingly strong.
The other soldiers looked at Sosh Yang, and he nodded, indicating his agreement with Sol's plan.
Afterwards, Soshyan and Thor walked into the passage behind the statue that was large enough for two Land Raiders to run parallel to each other.
It was very dark inside, even unnaturally dark. It was as if they were trapped in thick ink. They could only rely on the automatic sensors of their helmets to sense activities within a few meters of them.
They walked for hundreds of meters without encountering anything until they passed through a stone arch.
After stepping into the arch, some subtle lights began to appear on the wall. Soshyan's sensor told him that these lights contained trace amounts of radiation.
Every loss has a gain, at least his vision has become clearer, he can see his surroundings clearly, and he can save some time groping in the dark.
But as he learned more about the situation around him, the doubts in his heart became heavier.
From the outside, there was no doubt that the main rock of the temple was made by rough handwork. Its aisles and walls were rough and there were no traces of mechanical carving.
But now, the pitted ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through his boots, Sosh Yang can clearly feel the regular ups and downs. The touch is very smooth, and the rock walls are as smooth as a mirror.
Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from the shaping of machinery, but whether it was created over a long period of time or formed by some more evil subspace power is unknown.
Eventually, they reached a staircase descending.
This ladder is just big enough for the two of them to walk side by side? There are no guardrails on both sides? Sosh Yang accidentally dropped a small stone, and then the thing fell into the endless abyss in the darkness.
There is no doubt that this staircase is a hanging ladder, suspended over an abyss.
But having come this far, it was impossible to look back. After discussing with Sol, Soshyang decided to walk in front, while the other party stayed behind, covering each other one after the other.
During this process, Soshyan had been worried that the shadow would suddenly attack and retaliate against them in any way imaginable.
However, it never appeared? The two of them just walked forward in confusion.
After walking for a while, Suoshiyang suddenly realized that maybe their movements were just covered up by the sound coming from far away.
It was a kind of song, a female song, floating out from the abyss, one after another? Like the ebb and flow of the sea, the surrounding rocks seemed to be infused with this sound.
Intricate harmonies intertwined with each other? Soshyan realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, but some kind of choral section.
He seemed to have heard it in the Astropath Choir.
"Why is there the singing of the Astropath here?"
"You'll know when you go down and take a look."
Sensing that Thor's attitude was a bit strange, Sosh Yang looked back, but could only see part of the other party's silver-gray body emerging from the darkness, and the black eyepiece that agreed to stare at him.
"All right."
After walking more than a hundred steps, Sosh Yang's feet finally touched a large piece of flat ground.
They reached the interior, or base, of the temple.
It is also very dark here, but you can vaguely hear the subtle sound of electricity and the echo of piston pumping. Soshyang also asked about the smell of ozone.
Likewise, when they arrived, the singing disappeared.
"Wait a minute, the communication equipment seems to be interfered with."
Soshyang wanted to contact the team above, but found that the communication failed.
At this time, there was a constant giggle in the darkness, followed by a whisper.
"Why are you here?"
"We are here to protect the empire's territory and people."
Knowing that the opponent was nearby, Soshyan took a few steps towards the sound, holding a bolter and pointing the blade to one side to parry any attack that might appear at any time.
He activated the sensing equipment on his helmet, his eyes constantly moving, piercing the darkness, watching for even the faintest disturbance, searching for any trace of the ground.
Only then did he notice that there were machinery and equipment everywhere, and many pipes were laid on the walls, as if it was a small factory.
After that, the other party's voice sounded again, sounding even more distant.
"Which war group are you from?"
Suddenly there was a faint murmur from his ears, as light as breathing. Soshiyang immediately turned around, pulled the trigger with his finger and raised the sword edge at the same time.
At this moment, a shining claw pierced Soshyan's chest, and a pale light illuminated Soshyan's roaring face.
In the whirlpool formed by the bomb explosion, blue lightning buzzed, one claw swiped the Shengyan sword and slapped it aside, and the other swiped across Soshyan's face, from his A string of blood beads appeared from the corners of his eyebrows.
Then the presence disappeared again, like a ghost in the fog.
Soshyan felt blood flowing from his right cheek, and then began to turn around again, holding the blade level.
"Are you mute?"
Soshyan resisted the urge to turn toward the voice, which he guessed was a feint.
The strong wind struck again, and out of fighting instinct, he immediately swung his sword to the right.
However, he still failed, and the sword penetrated the stone ground nearly half a meter deep.
Just as Soshiyang drew his sword, the cold touch climbed onto the back of his neck.
But this time, it was a sword that saved him.
Solomon's Hate bloomed brilliantly in the dark night, expelling the biting coldness from the back of Soshyan's neck, and then Thor, whose body was drifting, disappeared into the darkness at the same time as the existence.
"ha!"
Soshyan took a deep breath and pulled the sword out of the ground.
Turning around, I saw the sound of metal colliding in the darkness, and sparks occasionally bursting out.
In the blink of an eye, Soshiyang saw Thor holding two swords, a tall figure covered in a black robe, and sharp claws that occasionally poked out from the darkness - a pair of huge genes. The thief's claws were fixed on both arms by metal.
When the figure rose and fell, he could still see that the black "burqa" was actually a cloak that was inflating like wings, and it was sewn with the skin of a gene stealer, and could still be vaguely seen on it. The twisted expressions of those ugly faces.
