Chapter 568

After being rounded up for nearly a minute, in the upper layer of the nest dozens of kilometers away from the origin, the real world briefly disintegrated, and a hole leading to sub space suddenly opened.

Although there are many monitoring equipment here, none of them gives an alarm about the subspace fluctuation here.

The sub space gap appears in a writing room on Central Avenue, south of the mechanical church.

The writing room has long been closed. There are rows of bookshelves full of manuscripts in many dark rooms, and the smell of paint and grease lingers among crowded desks.

Suddenly, countless papers suddenly began to rustle, and the books and manuscripts piled on the bookshelves and long tables trembled. Some fell to the ground and some suddenly opened, like a light wind blowing, or the hand of an invisible scholar flipping them.

The locked bookcase containing precious classics began to shake, and the chain and iron lock clanked, as if the rebellious books trapped in it wanted to break free from the cage and turn the pages into wings to fly to freedom.

In the final analysis, it seems that a large number of words concentrated here have attracted the wild eyes of sub space and focused on it.

Reality is torn apart. It is like a fruit torn by hungry hands. There are broken lotus roots on both sides of the crack, and it is divided into two like silk, like a mouth and a wound.

Then the light surged like blood that had not yet condensed.

The appearance of reality is cut by a jagged scar, and a sharp axe sticks out from the other end.

The real space on both sides of the axe blade turned outward like flesh and blood on the anatomical table. A foul breeze poured into the writing room and rolled the fallen paper into the air. The whole room was soon filled with snowy pages.

Then a figure stepped out of the crack.

He was large and heavily armed. The Tomahawk in his hand was shining, and the essence of sub space was slowly dripping from the blade.

The second figure came one after another, but he was just a mortal.

He seemed unprepared, almost trembling across the gap of reality, then fell to his knees and shook the wooden floor of the writing room.

The pages of the book covered with words fluttered around him, some of which had begun to scorch.

A mortal who passes through sub space with his body will come to no good end, but he is unharmed. Of course, he is blessed by the people around him.

Zorg, trembling all over, felt the scarf over his eyes with his free hand.

It is precisely because he insisted that he did not see anything in the process of crossing, but he felt enough.

This is by no means the experience he wants to repeat, and he can't understand how his master can accept this feeling.

When he raised his hand to remove the blindfold, the painful experience finally swept him completely.

Zorg fell to the ground and began to vomit.

Foul bile spewed out of his mouth and splashed on the floor between his hands.

He lay on the ground in humiliation, gasped loudly, and the burning scraps of paper fell like snow. The scars of the physical world behind him closed in a tremor, and the foul light disappeared.

The swirling burning paper gradually slowed down their wild dance steps, falling to the ground as the breeze faded.

"Here it is?"

Kayan asked softly, wiping the material on the Tomahawk with his palm.

"Yes -"

Zorg answered hard. He still lay on the ground and spit out the bile in his throat.

When he just wanted to stand up, he suddenly had a cold war and vomited again.

Kayan glanced at him, then brushed his servant's brain nerve with psionic energy to erase those adverse reactions.

Zorg finally stood up.

"Thank you, master."

He gasped and tried to regain his composure. Although he had Kayan's help, he still felt empty in his internal organs and had a disgusting smell in his mouth.

"This place looks safe."

"That's not good."

Kayan shook his head.

"It's time to go."

Then they quickly left the writing room, and then in the thick night, they hurried forward in the alley of the upper nest.

These alleys are old but well maintained. The drainage systems on both sides extend in all directions under the clean streets paved with stone slabs. Occasionally, light is projected through the drainage ditch grid, which is often fire.

"There are two hundred meters ahead."

Zorg has been faithfully performing his duties and leading the way for Kayan.

"I really didn't expect that the star knights would react so quickly. I expected that even if they were found, it would take at least three to four hours..."

Along the way, zorg said some self reproach in a chagrined tone, but Kayan remained silent all the way.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In front of them is the mechanical church, but from the appearance, it is closer to a factory. The plant 30 meters high is like a huge starfish.

A wide drainage network surrounds the surroundings to discharge the waste water generated inside. The intersections of those pipelines are spherical, and the stinky black sewage is rippling inside.

There was no one here, only the crackle of a huge torch.

"Master?"

Zorg heard the footsteps stop behind him and turned around.

But the moment he turned around, his neck was strangled and the whole man was suspended in mid air.

"When?"

Zorg's legs and hands were shaking constantly. The pressure on his neck made his whole face red. He coughed for a long time and couldn't say a complete word.

Then Kayan strengthened his hand slightly, and the other party's bones burst immediately.

"What price did they offer? Is it worth your life and loyalty?"

Under the helmet, Kayan's expression was completely invisible, but his voice was as cold as ice.

"You know what happens to the traitor."

"Oh, of course he knows."

Suddenly, a voice behind said.

In an instant, Kayan turned around quickly to search for the source of the sound.

At the same time, he quickly pulled out his explosive pistol, swept over and aimed at any exact target.

A Star Warrior wearing silver gray armor and a helmet with lightning tears on his face emerged from the corner of a stone brick pipe, with a bomb pistol in each hand.

"Sorry I'm late."

He said cheerfully, then opened fire.

"Hello, villain of Magnus."

Kayan fired only one shot, but the other side's bullet had hit him in the shoulder, making his collimation completely deviated.

And the purgatory bomb he shot

Hit a statue not far away.

In response, the suddenly appeared star Knight tore Kayan's whole body with a barrage of bullets, and raindrops of bullets roared, but Kayan calmly supported a soul shield.

The bullet rain hit the shield, part of it exploded directly, and the other part changed direction and dotted the surrounding walls.

Taking this opportunity, zorg broke free and hurriedly plunged into the sewage to escape.