Chapter 202

While soshyang was actively exploring the ancient secrets of his family, the distant Lord Mazar suddenly sent a message.

Safinius, the mining world, is in urgent need of assistance.

According to the information transmitted by the star Whisperer, Mazar believes that the alien threat of safinius is very serious. If ignored, this important energy production place will be seriously damaged or even occupied.

The main force of the ascetic is now limited to a few nest worlds, and it will be impossible to get away for a while. The hidden dangers of safinius are all in a narrow underground mining area, so it is difficult for the large forces of the Star Army to have a place to play.

Soshyan naturally understood the importance of safinius, so he immediately sent a request for intelligence feedback to safinius.

The other party's response was also timely, and the first-hand investigation report from the Ministry of justice soon came to soshyan's hand.

After a preliminary assessment, he confirmed that safinius's alien threat had indeed reached a level that had to be solved, or even worse.

"The words of those bureaucrats are true or false, and the data are incomplete."

Soshyan stood in the servicing room, and the servants were helping him remove his armor piece by piece, muttering in a mechanical voice as they moved around him.

When the servants took off his body armor, soshyan felt the cool air in the room touching his skin.

He wasn't alone this time. Sol was with him.

His armor was originally a set of very ordinary power armor, but then he painted a little purple on some hidden parts of the armor, which was a remnant of his memory.

The eagle emblem made of flat gold thread is on the surface of plate armor. A blaster pistol and a sword are hung around his waist. Their handles are decorated with dead bones.

The servants are also unloading Sol's armor.

Under his carapace, black wing tattoos and traces belonging to the past years are geometric lines across the muscle surface.

Pale scars ran across his arms, back and chest, and hair thin lines cut his skin.

Sol stretched his shoulders and the feathers on his tattoo rippled.

"The ambiguous attitude of the local administration is indeed worthy of attention."

"Did the legal department also tell a lie? According to the report, if they really encounter such a large group of gene thieves underground, I think their survival rate should not exceed 10% or even lower, but the fact is that they almost retreat."

"I believe that the report tells the truth, at least in part. The Ministry of justice should not hide too much, and safinius has never reported any reports about gene thieves before. If they intend to hide anything, there is no need to expose the iceberg at this time

The horn is broken. "

"If the senior management of the local administrative organization has been infiltrated, then they can continue to hide and even not issue the report, but now the situation is that the report is directly in our hands. Why?"

The last part of the armor was also removed, and soshyan felt the fibers of a blouse slip through his neck.

"Because nothing is what it looks like."

Thor's meaningful words puzzled soshyang.

"What do you mean?"

"We should go and have a look."

Sol responded, shaking his arms and stretching his muscles.

"There will be an answer."

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Safinius mining area 14.

Shadows scatter and change along the walls in a way that challenges natural possibilities.

The light balls began to go out, one by one.

One of the meditator screens in front of the gene thief elder broke and burst into a spark.

The alarm began to sound, surpassing the wailing in the secret church.

Those shadows continue to move, fluctuate and gather together to form an outline, like claws, sharp teeth and fierce beast heads.

With a roar from sub space itself, darkness fell.

The elder's bodyguards were the first to die. Those shadows resulted in these fourth generation hybrids who were no different from humans, and wrapped them with razor sharp death.

When darkness poured into Zhang Da's mouth, their screams became choked and choked. Then they tore them from the inside, dismembered them and tore them to pieces, shaking the church.

When the claws of darkness and nothingness reached him, the elder staggered back, and then the zigzag smoke wrapped around his reading platform.

The bodyguards have been quiet, and there are gunshots in the distance. All this is meaningless.

The only sound now was his flustered breathing.

"The four armed Emperor gave me strength -"

The elder stammered, trying to remember the familiar holy word.

"The light you guide is divine and sacred, burning all unclean, protecting and protecting -"

But the next second, the shadows rush together, like being sucked into a vacuum.

The twisted darkness became a body, like a body shape slowly emerging from the thick and winding black fog. When the last part condensed into a shining entity, the elder's words became bitter in his mouth.

Woven from the ferocious darkness, a creature stood in the middle of the church.

It is more than two meters tall and surrounded by a grotesque blue cold light.

The worst thing is that there is something vaguely covering it - the peeled skin. Many of them are broken by time, sewn together and fixed with black iron thorns.

The elder could see the withered hands, legs and torso, as well as the face with open mouth and wide eyes, hanging on the waist and shoulder of the thing like a mask of absurdity.

Those are their ethnic groups, and there is even a patriarch he knows very well.

But they all died like dogs.

The nightmarish existence moves towards the elder. It strides mercilessly, and the air around its body trembles and emits majestic energy. Even the meditator's screen is short circuited.

The elder, who belongs to the mixed race of four generations, staggered back and tripped over the hem of his robe.

"Spare your life -"

He stammered, desperately looking for something, anything, to stop the monster with meat.

"Spare your life, No."

With a sweep of contempt, the giant threw the Sutra platform between them across the room with his arm, and the torn power coil flashed sparks and snapped.

The elder knelt down, weeping and trembling.

He had never been so frightened.

This monster is a nightmare haunted by their group for hundreds of years. If it hadn't been for it, they would have occupied the whole world.

The giant leaned down to him. Its shadow covered the last remaining light ball. Then he stretched out his empty hand and slowly stroked Lao Tzu's forehead.

When the thorn nailed to the metal glove pulled his flesh, the elder felt a stabbing pain, but dared not speak.

Then it spoke.

"Now it's just you. Are you afraid?"

The elder sobbed in a low voice, and a damp spread under his robe.

The nightmare slightly strengthened the grip.

"In fact, I don't have time to torture you. You will die quickly. You should thank me for this."

The elder groaned because the nightmare put his hand on his head and lifted him up.

"Thank me."

It commands to.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The nightmare gave out a gloomy laugh and crushed his head in the next second.