As the Inquisition team progressed, the reality of the scene quickly became dizzying. If it weren't for the twisting angle of the pillars, Lennart Meyers might have thought they were descending in the same wide room. .
There seemed to be an eerie eerie quality to the repetition of the room, and there seemed to be some intention in it, though he could not guess what it meant.
But he was well aware of the size of the space.
Although this is a closed space, it is huge, so the concept of space will be distorted to a certain extent in the human brain.
While rooms are repeated, suggesting infinite directions, they serve no substantive function and store nothing, but they do have meaning.
A certain intention is imbued in its flawless crimson color.
They reached the lowest level, several floors above where the openings to the exterior had been buried under rock and soil, and the team was now below the depth to which the structure was buried.
The brightness of the light was the same as before. The structure of this room was the same as all the rooms they had passed before, but there were no windows. Instead, there was a circular opening, forming a stone tunnel leading to the center of the plateau.
Its shape made Lennart Meyers think it was more like a pipe than a channel, and it only extended forward for about 15 meters before being blocked by mountain rocks.
There are no other forks in the road. Their trip seemed to be coming to an end.
The tech priest said before Lennart Meyers could ask:
"I still don't have any readings here."
The Inquisitor said nothing for the moment, his helmet's illumination glowing a brighter red, his frustration seeming to mirror the surrounding light.
"Such ruins were discovered through unnatural means. Such work must require strength. Its origin must lie somewhere."
"But maybe not here."
The one-eyed mercenary suggested again:
"Maybe we're going in the wrong direction."
Lennart Meyers looked at the curved outer wall of the pipe. He was a little confused about the design of the stone sculpture, so he checked it carefully.
It was built by brickwork. The joints were almost invisible. No grouting was needed. The stones could be connected perfectly. Each stone was engraved with an image of the room he had just been in. There were pillars on it. With rows of windows, the space is wide and narrowed into abstract lines.
connected lines.
Like a circuit.
"This is a machine."
After a while, Lennart Meyers suddenly said something shocking.
"I get it, we're inside a machine."
"machine?"
the tech-priest repeated in a questioning tone, as if Lennart Meyers were a blasphemous heretic.
"look."
Lennart Meyers points to the wall.
"We saw so much duplication of rooms, but the rooms themselves didn't make sense, they could have worked together, like cells."
"what is it used for?"
"I don't know, but you can see the energy filling it."
"I see nothing that cannot be explained by changes in the Warp."
The tech-priest looked a little annoyed.
"If this is a machine, it's a sluggish machine and this information has no use for us."
Lennart Meyers thought for a moment, and suddenly fired a round of fire at the rubble blocking the road with the gun in his hand.
The rubble quickly crumbled, much looser than he had imagined, although completely removing it would still be a difficult task.
That's when he noticed the Stormtroopers waiting.
"What did you find?"
"not found."
Lennart Meyers was not going to give up, and although there was indeed no way out now, he had one last option.
"Hello Melissa, tell her to come down, I need her strength."
Soon, the Inquisitor's order was conveyed to the surface, and Melissa put on her equipment, picked up her pistol, and followed the Stormtroopers underground.
She followed their footsteps, the dull thud of boots on the ground replaced by a hollow thud of wood.
"Careful, ma'am."
"Thank you."
She stepped onto a narrow platform, but now the world was no longer visible in her mind, filled with shadows and a vast expanse of white space around her, and the tapping of her cane let her know she was on solid ground.
The colonists had erected a crude scaffolding on the building's surface, and the hole was at the base of the gatehouse, where the earth had first caved in and where the Inquisitor had ordered preliminary excavations.
Minor excavation continued in three other fissures, but none had a clear advantage and most efforts were concentrated here.
There were uneven steps, roughly sawn, that snaked down between rough platforms.
The further down she went, the more blank and chaotic the world became, forcing her to use almost all her spiritual power to block damage, leaving only a small amount of energy to keep herself moving and interact with the material world.
Soon, as darkness descended, anxiety rose, forming a bubble in her mental world.
This was worthless and dangerous. She suppressed it with stronger strength, walked forward, and walked down step by step.
Ahead of her, the heavy footsteps of the stormtroopers changed and now came with the echo of stone.
"We're about to enter the ruins."
She had turned to the right now.
She turned on the light and found that the previous platform was giving way to a smooth structure as she crossed the threshold.
Melissa clearly saw the outline of the arch, as if the break with the subspace suddenly stopped. When she entered, her perception increased a hundred times compared to before.
Time disappears.
The world disappeared.
There is only chaos.
Then she was attacked, attacks coming from all directions, overwhelming her barriers and flooding her with monstrous energy.
This is not a random intrusion, it has a specific shape, a purpose, and exists in time.
But there is a voice.
It was Lennart Meyers calling her name, and she clung to the fragments of reality, fighting the mad turbulence, reaching the shore, and bit by bit regaining the nature of sound, touch, and thought.
Then she was surprised to find that she was still standing, with the Inquisitor standing in front of her.
"Can you continue?"
"Can."
This word symbolizes a kind of victory.
"Sir, people say this building is lifeless, that's not true."
"We know there's twisted energy out there, that's it."
The judge glanced around and said:
"Bird Divination"
"no change."
It was still the technical priest who spoke.
"Still an incoherent waveform."
Melissa grunted and kept walking.
Lower and lower, deeper and deeper, she was gradually involved in the spiritual wind, and taking a step was a war in itself.
She achieved one hard-fought victory after another, and the more painful it became, the closer she felt to something.
Time was broken again, and she was in a state of anger and anticipation. When she realized the plane beyond her struggle, she had stopped moving.
Lennart Meyers's voice penetrated the haze, as if from another distant planet.
"There is no way, we can't go any further."
The effort of speaking brought her to the edge of collapse, but the responsibility made her stand upright.
"No, we're close."
She stretched out her left hand and brushed her palm against the rock wall.
"What's this?"
