Chapter 297

Soshyang strode forward against the hail of bullets, his deflection position shining in the dim light.

When he came to the rock, he raised his arms and hit the rock with his fist.

The blue and white lightning burst out, and the huge rock disappeared in a thunderous explosion.

Soshyang was the first to rush into it, which was the glory he deserved.

The interior of the rock wall was dark. The firelight from the muzzle of the explosive gun and the sparks from the cables torn in the fierce battle provided only lighting.

The strengthened senses let soshyang's vision penetrate the darkness, warm air gushed out of the broken entrance, white steam rolled around him, and he saw the enemy for the first time.

They wear gray green armor and hold imperial standard laser rifles. The armor plate on their chest is inlaid with purple profanity patterns, indicating that they have deviated from the way of Empire.

Their faces were also covered by masks, and there was only a narrow red slit in the position of one eye.

A hundred such soldiers crowded into a Domed hall, sheltering behind broken machinery and furniture.

The soldiers in armor formed a solid line of defense and fired immediately after the star soldiers appeared from the channel.

The red laser erupted from the defense line and shrouded the hall in a horizontal red rainstorm.

Soshyang was hit three times, once on the breastplate, once on the shin plate, and once in the middle of his helmet, drowning his senses in a burst of electrostatic noise.

Farzad was ahead of him, braving the laser that kept pounding his shield.

Gorgeli led the soul drinker soldiers to attack from both sides. Every time he waved his power sword, he took the life of a rebellious soldier.

The soul drinker's veterans are as cold and efficient as him.

A corpse flew through the air, its body was in a mess, and its limbs were broken in the strong impact.

The enemy's firepower began to weaken, the overlapping explosive gun fire network tore up the bunker, and the soldiers specializing in close combat broke into the gap of the enemy's front and carried out bloody killing with chain saw sword.

Soshyang shot those black figures shuttling back and forth with a storm bomb gun. The huge impact made the hit target into a blood mist, and the remaining parts turned in the air.

After deciding to save bullets, soshyang picked up the chain saw halberd and killed the enemy with fierce and efficient close combat.

Thanks to sevita's training, his every shot is an impeccable fatal attack, and his every step is accurate and perfect.

Bullets bounced from his overlapping armor, and the flash of battle reflected on his helmet, making him look like a warrior in ancient legends.

"We seized the entrance."

As the last mutiny was efficiently executed by astat next to him, Marcus shouted.

"Blow up the inner door and you'll soon find the altar."

Soldiers with blasting devices rushed forward to destroy the inner iron door, and even in the roar of the explosion, soshyang Z could still distinguish the dull roar on the other side of the door.

He lowered the halberd in his hand and observed the surrounding environment while the battle was temporarily over.

A corpse lay at his feet, the man's armor was torn, and a crack split the mask that covered his face in two.

Frozen blood scattered around him like gemstones, and soshyang tore off the cracked mask with the end of the halberd.

The man's skin is covered with a fine black tattoo similar to the lines on his armor.

Staring up at the sky with an empty and dull dead eye, soshyang could not help imagining what kind of force could force the man to betray his oath of loyalty to the Empire.

Why is chaos so powerful?

He didn't bother to find an answer, because the iron door inside was broken down in a dull sound.

He abandoned the dead man from his mind and followed the figure holding the power sword into the central dome.

The soldiers rushed into the dust and smoke produced by the explosion of the iron gate. Then they passed through the smoke and entered the interior of the building.

Marcus is right. This is a temple.

But at the same time, it is also a slaughterhouse.

It's cold inside. It's freezing.

The steam rises from each star warrior's power backpack, a light column stabs down from the cracked roof, and the sweet and greasy smoke from the burning brazier lingers in the crack on the wall, as if unwilling to go in.

Before he walked in, soshyang smelled blood.

He saw countless bodies, maybe more than 10000.

The bodies were clearly arranged in a certain pattern, and each body was still standing.

This is an illusion, because each corpse is actually supported by a blackened sharp iron rod. These people are nailed here, and their bodies are arranged in an obviously meaningful form - whether they are nailed alive or dead.

The meaning of this form is a mystery to soshyang.

Gorgeli led their soldiers through the array of corpses. One of them carried the flag of the regiment, which was a glorious and scarred flag, reminding them of what they had lost and what they had fought for.

The star Knights also followed their battle leaders, including the heavy weapon Valen's assault gun barrel, which was still rotating and purring, as if looking for any living target.

Marcus also followed soshyang. His expression was illegible, but his body language was very clear.

"They did it themselves."

The judge shook his head and went on.

None of them could understand what they saw, which was too strange for their understanding and did not accord with any war mode they had learned.

Marcus approached the nearest body and looked up.

The dead man's face was cut by a sharp blade, and his face was distorted by the mixture of terror and piety. These symbols on his face were strange geometric figures, which gave people an unspeakable discomfort.

The closer to the center of the temple, the clearer the arrangement of the bodies.

The soldiers began to approach the center of the dome room. They naturally gathered together. Soshyang felt that the temperature seemed to be lower.

"They lined up in equidistant columns."

The Deathly cult assassin suddenly said, and his face hidden under the mask of his pale skull was trying to convey the disgust that all of them could feel.

"They radiate outward from a central point."

"This shows that what the center has is important."

Marcus immediately replied:

"The nave of the temple is often designed as a central altar, a place for worship."

"So what's in the center?"

Gorgri pointed his sword to the middle.

"I didn't see the altar."

He was right. There was no altar, only a sunken pit, from which wisps of fog floated.

Soshyang approached the pit carefully. He saw that the pit was about three meters deep from the surrounding ground. In the center of the pit was another pierced body.