Chapter 222

There were about 200 steps in the temple. The team didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and the whole temple was silent.

After entering the gate where the stone ghost is carved, the first thing that catches people's eyes is a huge crow statue. Its eyes are red as blood, its whole body is dark, its head is held high and its wings shake. It seems that it will soar to the sky immediately. Under its giant claws, there are mountains of skulls, most of which are abnormal

A deformed skull.

"Iron."

Almin went up, knocked on the statue, and came to a conclusion.

"In order to prevent the accident just now, soshyang and I will go in this time. You keep the gate and don't let anyone in and out."

Suddenly, sol made a decision, which surprised soshyang.

Not because of this decision, but because sol would never give orders for him before, but he unexpectedly showed a strong performance today.

The other soldiers looked at soshyang. He nodded and agreed with Sol's plan.

After that, soshyang and sol walked into the passage behind the statue that was enough for two Rand Raiders to go parallel.

It's very dark, even unnatural. They are like trapped in thick ink. They can only sense the activities within a few meters of their body by relying on the automatic sensor of their helmet.

They walked for hundreds of meters, but met nothing until they passed through a stone arch.

When he stepped into the arch, some subtle light began to appear on the wall. Soshyang's sensor told him that the light had a trace of radiation.

At least his sight becomes clearer, he can see the appearance around him, and he can save some time groping in the dark.

But as he learned more about the situation around him, his doubts became heavier and heavier.

From the outside, there is no doubt that the main rock of the temple is made of rough hand. Its aisles and walls are rough and have no traces of mechanical carving.

But now, the bumpy ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through his boots, soshyang can obviously feel the regular ups and downs, the touch is very smooth, and the stone wall is as smooth as a mirror.

Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from mechanical shaping. However, whether it is achieved through long-term construction or through some more evil sub space force is unknown.

Finally, they reached a downward ladder.

The ladder was just enough for them to go side by side. There were no guardrails on both sides. Soshyang accidentally dropped a small stone, and then it fell into the endless abyss in the dark.

There is no doubt that this ladder is a hanging ladder, hanging over the abyss.

But it's impossible to turn back. After discussing with sol, soshyang decided to go in front, while the other party was in the back, covering each other one before and one after another.

In the process, soshyang had been worried that the shadow would suddenly attack and retaliate against them in any conceivable way.

However, it never appeared, and they just walked forward blindly.

After walking for a while, soshyang suddenly realized that perhaps their movements were only covered up by the sound from a distance.

It was a song, a female song, floating out of the abyss, rising and falling like the sea, and the surrounding rocks seemed to be injected with this sound.

The intricate harmonies intertwined, and soshyang realized that it was not an illusion, but some kind of chorus.

He seems to have heard of it in the star Whisperer choir.

"How can there be a star Whisperer's song here?"

"Go down and see."

Aware that Sol's attitude was a little strange, soshyang looked back, but he could only see a part of the other party's silver gray body exposed from the dark, and that agreed to look at his black eyepiece.

"All right."

After walking more than 100 steps, soshyang's feet finally hit a large flat ground.

They reached the interior, or bottom, of the temple.

It's also dark here, but you can vaguely hear the subtle sound of electric current and the echo of piston pump. Soshyang also asked about the smell of ozone.

Similarly, when they arrived, the song disappeared.

"Wait, the communication equipment seems to be disturbed."

Soshyang wanted to contact the team above, but found that the communication failed.

At this time, there was a giggle in the dark, followed by a whisper.

"Why did you come?"

"We come to protect the territory and people of the Empire."

Knowing that the other party was nearby, soshyang took a few steps towards the sound, holding a bomb gun and the blade to one side to parry possible attacks at any time.

He activated the sensing device on his helmet, constantly moving his eyes, piercing the darkness, watching even the weakest disturbance, looking for any trace of the ground.

At this time, he noticed that there were mechanical equipment everywhere, and many pipes were laid on the walls, as if it were a small factory.

After that, the other party's voice sounded again, sounding more distant.

"Which regiment are you?"

Suddenly a faint murmur came from his ear, as light as breathing. Soshyan immediately turned around, pulled the trigger with his fingers and raised the blade at the same time.

Also at this moment, a shining claw stabbed soshyang's chest, and the pale light illuminated soshyang's roaring face.

In the vortex formed by the explosion of explosives, blue lightning buzzed. One claw crossed Shengyan sword and patted it to one side, while the other crossed soshyang's face and brought a string of blood beads from the corner of his eyebrow.

Then the existence disappeared again, like a ghost in the fog.

Soshyan felt blood flow down his right cheek, then began to turn around and hold the blade flat.

"Are you dumb?"

Soshyan restrained his impulse to turn to the voice. He guessed that it was a fake.

The strong wind hit again. Out of his fighting instinct, he immediately waved his sword to the right.

However, he failed. The sword pierced the stone ground nearly half a meter deep.

As soshyang drew his sword, the cold touch climbed up the back of his neck again.

But this time, it was a sword that saved him.

Solomon's hatred bloomed in the dark night, expelling the piercing cold from the back of soshyang's neck. Then sol, who was drifting, disappeared into the darkness with the existence.

"Ha!"

Soshyan took a deep breath and jerked his sword out of the ground.

Turning around, the sound of metal collision and occasional sparks rang out in the dark.

In the twinkling of an eye, soshyan saw sol holding double swords, a tall figure covered in a black robe, and sharp claws occasionally emerging from the dark - the claws of a huge gene thief, fixed on two arms by metal.

When the figure rose and fell, he could still see that the black "Robe" was actually a cloak bulging like wings, and it was sewn with the skin of gene thieves. The distorted expressions of those ugly faces could be seen faintly on it.