"Hey! It's okay! Look at me!"
Rogris closed his eyes too and tried not to think about what would happen if they fell into the lava.
He tried not to imagine such a scene: the magma was burning his flesh and bones, the smoke was suffocating him, and his body was falling apart - such pain was unbearable, and of course there was a high probability that he would not survive. So long that he could experience these things, but his mind never tired of playing tricks on him with the horrific scenes of these disasters.
Rogris took a deep breath and forcibly cleared those miserable elephants from his mind to prevent them from interfering with him.
Suddenly, he heard a thud from the bottom of the spacecraft, and he immediately opened his eyes.
"What was that sound? What happened?"
Rui Boronnat looked at him strangely. Although the other person had no expression, Rogris could still feel his sneer at his panic.
"We just landed."
Rogris let out a shaky sigh of relief, feeling truly grateful to be on dry land again—although a more accurate description would be the dry land of Mars.
Even so, how stable can a piece of land supported by an ocean of liquid rock that can burn everything to ashes in the blink of an eye be?
A hissing sound from a gas leak drew his attention to the rear of the aircraft, where the movable ramp was being slowly lowered along with the wail of the piston.
The next moment, a wave of heat instantly filled the cabin, and Rodriguez gasped due to the sudden high temperature.
Sweat immediately oozed from his forehead, and the saliva in his mouth dried quickly.
"Your throne, it's so hot in here!"
"Thank you heat exchanger and gas separator."
Uwe Munro said.
"Without them, everyone will be killed by the high temperature and poisonous gas here in an instant."
Roglis nodded and followed Uwe Munro out of the interior of the aircraft. The other members of the team followed Roglis.
Rogris even had to shield his eyes as they walked down the ramp to avoid the glare from the lava lagoon and rust-red sky.
After waiting in the closed temple of science and technology for a long time, Roglis suddenly realized that he was so eager to see the sky.
Not to mention anything else, the natural environment of Naisen No. 4 is really good. Whenever Roglis is working, he will take a walk in the mountainous area where the monastery is located to relax.
But the sky here looks low and menacing. The thick smoke clouds mixed with granular particles from the refinery surrounded by flames in the distance are rolling upward like huge waves.
Although he knew that the clouds gathering in the distance were not dark clouds in nature, but exhaust gases, but when he saw them weighing heavily on the horizon like a static omen, he still couldn't help but think of the battlefield. of smoke.
In a sense, Mars is like an eternal battlefield.
Immediately on the high walls of the city and in the wasteland outside, there are a large number of abandoned servitors and machines wandering around all day long. They are like beasts in the wild world and will attack any visible target.
And these are the consequences left behind after repeated civil wars on Mars.
Roglis followed the guide. Tall handrails surrounded the landing platform. Every few meters along the guardrail, a towering silver pole with a constantly buzzing device reached into the sky. This was Heat exchangers and gas separators mentioned by Uwe Munro.
Roglis speculated that each vertical pole was coiled with a cloud of steam, and dripping pipes extended down the vertical poles and eventually into the platform's deck, thereby conducting heat elsewhere.
"It must have taken an untold amount of energy to disperse such a huge amount of heat."
He pointed to the machine on the silver vertical pole.
"What method do you use to filter harmful gases in the air? Man-made fiber membrane, adsorption, or low-temperature distillation?"
"You know these things?"
Uwe Munro turned around and looked at him curiously.
"Well, I studied them in the temple."
Roglis explained.
"Although my scores in logic are not very good, my scores in other subjects are still good. This is a must-test question."
"This is a gift from Omnissiah. This information is stored in your brain. In the future, when you fight for the empire, you can make good use of this knowledge again."
"I think so."
Rogris nodded, a little embarrassed by the respectful tone in his voice.
Then he turned his eyes away from Uwe Munro and saw an ocher-colored vehicle driving out of the building closest to them - a tall tower made of black metal. And drove towards them along the boom.
There are many slender legs like stilts under its chassis, moving with a weird, very mechanical gait, like a stubby centipede.
As the vehicle approached, Roglis saw a large servitor welded to the front of the vehicle.
Normally a driver would be sitting there.
With a bang, the vehicle stopped beside them, turned around along its central axis with its numerous long legs, and finally landed on the deck.
Uwe Munro opened a hatch on the side of the vehicle and signaled that the technical sergeants should also climb aboard.
"This thing looks kind of disgusting."
Loic Lugo made another rant as usual. His big mouth caused a lot of trouble during his studies in the temple. If it weren't for his superior skills in casting and smelting, it is estimated that the Lord of the temple and Fired him.
But at least he has memorized no less than twenty warnings in the past ten years.
"Ironhide, shut your mouth! If you cause trouble here, be careful of being thrown into the volcano!"
Harland Alucard temporarily stopped the technical sergeant of the Star Dragon from continuing to talk loudly.
But Uwe Munro never said anything.
Everyone boarded the Centipede vehicle and sat down on a metal bench.
Thinking of traveling in such a weird-shaped vehicle, Roger suddenly felt that Mars was really strange.
Thinking of this, this strange vehicle stood up again on its legs, opened a small skylight, and then swayed towards the huge black tower.
"Where are we going?"
Rui Boronnat asked.
"We will go to see Master Falula Heartfilia."
Tech-Priest Uwe Munroe's emotionless reply.
"He requested that you go see him as soon as possible after arriving."
"Oh? I thought we would get this honor later."
"It has nothing to do with honor."
Uwe Munro shook his head, his tone not harsh.
"The Lord of the Forge has a purpose in everything he does. What you can learn here will be decided by him personally."
The walking vehicle gradually walked towards the dark metal tower. When Roglis looked back at the gathering clouds, a trace of fear covered his desire to see new and magical things.
Regarding the matter of active metals, he still has no clue, so can he find any clues here?
What will this journey bring to him and his battle group?
The shadow of the giant tower swallowed the vehicle, and despite the unbearable heat here, he couldn't help but shiver——
It was as if the gray marrow was flowing in his veins at this moment.
