"So we have to find the Webway entrance before we start?"
Garmo Zejie thought for a moment and shook his head.
"We don't have time, and we don't have enough manpower. If we don't find anything here again, we'll just ignore it."
As they spoke, they looked around. The hall was at least a kilometer long, in the shape of a hexagon, with several standard triangular columns, many ravine grids on the ground, and several small pyramids more than two meters high. These things They are all relatively common in Blackstone Fortress.
Then they raised their heads. As always, there was no ceiling, only a piece of black liquid hanging above their heads at a height of more than fifty meters. This was also a unique view of Black Stone. It seemed that there was an ocean inside it, but what looked like liquid was actually not Not really water, or indeed any known liquid, but a special substance that, when viewed from below, shimmers and comes alive like an undulating ceiling.
Then Garmo Zejie stretched out his hands, and two cone-shaped objects appeared in his hands, and electric current burst out from each other's sharp points.
He slowly closed his eyes and began to detect the signals that had been sent here before. It was attracted by this weak signal that he came here in person to see if he could find traces of the Eldar tribe he thought were there or if they were hiding there. web portal.
Then, he seemed to have discovered something. He closed his eyes and saw patterns. There seemed to be something moving in the void...
A ring...
Still a wall...
It may be off or on...
Then came a thought...
Alien thoughts touched his mind like cobwebs in the darkness...
The next moment, he began to feel something tugging at his insides.
It was like an electric sting, or a caressing sound from the other side, like the feeling of being in the air before a storm.
Something, it's nearby
Garmo Zejie opened his eyes and looked at the liquid floating above his head. Dozens of small black disks protruded from the constantly surging surface. Then they moved, clicking and locking in a neat mosaic pattern. Together.
The pattern takes on a unique form of alien art, then morphs into a pyramid, like a geometric puzzle with dozens of shimmering chitin legs.
It moved stiffly and mechanically, like a clockwork automaton, and there was something almost comic in the way it bounced across the smooth black wall.
Garmo Zejie stretched out his hand and released a bolt of lightning, hitting the thing in the middle. It immediately shattered like glass, and the air was filled with coal-like fragments. These fragments were bounced off and fell to the ground near the pyramid.
But immediately, the fallen pieces moved like fallen leaves in the breeze—peeling off, rising into a moving mass.
And just above their heads, more structures appeared, hundreds or thousands of them, like a turbulent swarm of bees.
Garmo Zejie's eyes widened, and then he yelled:
"This is a trap! Run!!"
In an instant, every inch of the wall and floor in this hall was moving and rolling, forming a terrifying ocean - there were thousands of constructs in it, some as tall as ordinary people, others as tall as As big as a canine.
Both the larger and smaller ones were featureless, with broad heads like triangular anvils, swinging on a pile of spindly legs, with a single-eyed light mounted in the center of their heads as they clicked along. You can feel the cold, blank gaze falling on you.
Suddenly, they all surged toward the phantom warriors, rushing through the hall like a flood, their slender legs scraping the floor, making a harsh sound, as if sharp blades were being sharpened, ready to feast.
Everyone staggered and tried to run toward the door, some pulling out bolters and firing.
In the roaring gunfire, some of the drone's legs were broken, but the machine did not stop. Other slender limbs were pushing them forward, and almost in an instant the broken leg was replaced by another new one. Instead, it snaps off the creature's head like an unfurled antenna, a unique regenerative ability that's astounding to watch.
In fact, during the time they came to Blackstone, they were no strangers to these "native creatures", and they had destroyed many of them. Most of these structures were just wandering around unconsciously, patrolling, and guarding. Generally, they were not large in scale and would only be attacked or attacked. They only react when they find a target. No one takes it seriously, they just seem to understand their origin.
But once they gather in numbers, no one dares to underestimate them, because their slender sharp-edged secondary limbs can cut through power armor. Some unlucky people who were careless have fallen into the siege of such structures before, waiting to be destroyed. When people found it, there were basically no fragments larger than the size of a fist.
"Hit the head!"
Under the command of Garmo Zejie, everyone calmed down, and explosive bombs knocked over the drones rushing at the front. The bullets accurately hit their bloated heads. When they exploded, some liquid came out of the broken holes. squirted out.
At the same time, Garmo Zejie raised the cone-shaped object in his hand again, and black lightning surged out, forming a giant net that swept past.
In an instant, hundreds of drones fell to the ground and became a pile of lifeless ancient garbage. Others hit the floor and twitched like crippled insects. Some drones stopped and seemed to spin in circles. The target could not be found, but the others were still moving, trembling in the light and running towards the Phantom Warriors.
But the time bought was enough. Everyone ran out of the door and rushed into the corridor. As the door closed, the sound of drones clanging behind the door could still be heard.
"Something is controlling them."
Garmo Zejie immediately made a judgment, and then he received a message that Huron had ordered Blackstone Fortress to join the battle, so he looked at his right-hand man.
"Never mind this, we can't delay it any longer. Notify Wengar and start taking action immediately. We must control the Blackstone Fortress as soon as possible."
"In addition, notify others to gather in the control area immediately."
Then they walked through the cleared halls one after another. Since being occupied by the red pirates, part of the Blackstone Fortress has become the lair of cultists. Those places have accumulated a lot of dirt, old bloodstains, and lingering traces of blood. Signs of decay.
However, its structure and facilities are not distorted in any sense, nor are there unexpected dead ends or wrong turns, not to mention thirsty darkness, or walls that can swallow up the unwary, as if by the forces of chaos. Not enough to extend here.
You can see that many cultist soldiers have set up camps inside. After all, Blackstone Fortress does not have a crew cabin. They can only use simple tents to provide themselves with the most basic warmth and sleep. But at the same time, they also made the interior of Blackstone Fortress a mess. The ground is full of filth.
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