Chapter 615

Soshyan and Randall walked all the time, and the light and comfort faded gradually.

They went down layer by layer through the ancient elevator composed of iron gray cages hanging on a man's thick iron chain.

The temperature is getting hotter and hotter, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable. Soshyan feels that something huge and ancient is pressing on him.

He saw patches of caves illuminated by copper framed streamers, with faint stripes of granite and feldspar.

In the process, Randall glanced at the sword on soshyang's waist and said casually:

"A good sword."

Soshyan said nothing and nodded.

Finally they reached the bottom, the deepest part of the monastery fortress.

The cage stopped on the ground, the gate slid open, and an arched cave extended from their feet. The ground was as smooth as agate, and the huge space was separated by huge stone pillars.

It expands in the darkness of the underground world, as quiet and amazing as the bustling levels above.

"Such a huge space."

Soshyan whispered to himself:

"How long did it take you to build it? How many people know about it?"

In the dim light, only a few dozen figures shuttle on the glass smooth ground, and they are all giant giants dressed in unknown model iron horse Terminator - their faces are hidden under their helmets, their expressions can't be seen, and their hands are buzzing and dark

The force field of light green awn is halberd.

Soshyan didn't know whether their halberd and the forbidden army used the same model, but it looked very rare and powerful.

Randall went through the cave floor without saying a word, and the scroll and small incense burner hung on his waist jingled as he walked.

No one came to greet them - they all seemed absorbed, and soshyan felt tension and vigilance from them, but not against them.

They seem to be watching out for things in the dark.

On the ground, walls and colonnades, soshyan also saw some traces - scratches made by sharp blades and claws. Considering the hardness of these rock masses, the things that made these traces are obviously not easy to provoke.

In soshyan's eyes, the whole place was almost unacceptable.

"Where is this?"

"The beginning is the end."

As they walked on, soshyan saw a forked tunnel leading deeper.

Some of them are just doorways that are more than one person wide, while others are thoroughfares that can allow Titans to pass through. He also smells the pungent smell of burning incense, and even occasionally the earth vibrates. Although it is very slight, he can feel it here, just like shaking by a distant earthquake

However, none of the silent figures around seemed to respond.

"They are so calm."

Soshyan said that he didn't want to speak, but his idea blurted out as if to break the repressed silence.

Randall stopped to think. He tilted his head and looked at the figures around him.

"What do you want them to look like?"

He finally asked.

"We live in a forgotten hall, but everyone has his task. We can't even stop and think about it. We can't."

Soshyan was speechless, and the two continued to move forward.

Finally, Randall stopped at an opening in the cave wall, guarded by 40 terminators, and the wall was covered with seals and prayers.

After seeing the commander of LAN Zhan coming, all the terminators suddenly turned around in neat silence, as if they could no longer see him.

"Why are they so?"

"Because this is taboo. When we step into it, they will ignore what they see."

Led by Randall, soshyan stepped into the huge arch.

As soon as he walked into it, soshyan felt the sound of the giant hammer falling to the ground shaking in the dark hall. Then he stood there, staring at the incredible creation in front of him, his gray face deep in thought.

Randall stood beside him and followed his eyes.

It is an octagonal door with a span of about 300 meters, reinforced with fine gold gaskets and surrounded by runes from ancient Tara.

And this is a gate that Titans can pass through.

The thunderous sound came from the other side of the gate. Soshyan took a step back, and some possibility almost frightened him.

After a long silence, he finally spit out those two words——

"Network channel."

"Yes, net way."

Randall's voice became softer, but it was also full of deep, primitive sadness.

His haggard face looked up at the doors, his eyes twinkling in the dark.

"But this is not a simple Alien Creation. It is a backup of the great mystery under the holy Tara palace, or its early experiment."

Soshyan could not look away. The noise from the distance was startling.

He felt that he had heard a supernatural scream - a suffocating scream from a terrible, inhuman force.

"You know, I was almost scared when I fought with those things."

Randall narrated slowly with a gloomy tone.

"I have never seen such a barbaric war, but its existence will never be known. No matter what is destined to happen in the material world, it is pale compared with it... I was standing on the threshold, surrounded by the bodies of my comrades in arms, and I was the only one in the whole company who survived."

Soshyan swallowed his throat and controlled his curiosity.

"So... Is that why you can't leave the planet?"

"Yes."

Soshyan glanced at the huge net gate again. He suddenly realized that a problem had been solved——

Why does the white sanctuary rarely attack, but there are not many veterans.

Because they are engaged in a secret and cruel war, the traces in the passage and hall, as well as the continuous state of war in the monastery fortress, have been explained.

An idea, an idea, suddenly came out, but he hesitated to speak, because it was really sensational.

In the end, he decided to say it.

"You who left the palmprint as an organic system are to guard this gate, aren't you?"

Randall nodded.

"There are more than 3000 soldiers left -"

Randall looked at soshyan, his eyes almost painful.

"According to the records of the War Regiment, at first, the netway was still very calm, but with the outbreak of the great rebellion, one day, some problems appeared in the netway, and Demons began to pour out. Our ancestors fought with them, and made use of the power left by the great protoplasm to kill us

The power of chaos is contained outside the real universe. "

Randall didn't need to ask about the power, and soshyan guessed what it was.

He took a deep breath and whispered:

"... gray pulp."