The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"It's not like a good thing."

This kind of smell has a narcotic effect, and in most cases it can be pleasant to the body and mind, but it is obviously fatal in such a dangerous space.

Any dull, paralyzing substance is the enemy of adventure.

This smell definitely has a spiritual effect—perhaps it is a weapon in itself.

"The air here is very strange, I don't know what's in it, maybe it's some kind of poisonous gas, which makes me a little dizzy."

Rozim glanced at Sinratta and found that he didn't seem to be affected by these things at all.

Calm down, he regained his attention.

"Boss, do you hear the movement?"

Hearing what Karen said, Rozim was stunned for a while, and then pressed his ear to the iron gate.

"It seems to be talking, but I can't hear what it is saying."

A faint murmur gently echoed behind the door, which could not be felt at first, but the volume was undeniably increasing.

Rozim also didn’t know when the voice sounded. It may be that he was distracted while talking with Sinratta, or it may be that there is a substance in the air in this place that has the effect of paralyzing the senses-more likely it is two. Both have.

In any case, there is definitely something going on there.

He was motionless, listening attentively, and all the skills he had cultivated in the past were stimulated at this moment.

The echoes overlap each other in the tunnel, messy and distorted—there is definitely more than one sound source, although I can’t hear the exact number.

"There is at least a dozen on the opposite side."

After listening for a while, Rozim came to a conclusion and decided to make more mistakes in this aspect of pessimism. After all, any pessimistic judgment error can be regarded as an inspiration to people.

However, the current situation is really difficult to be sure, because there is an unusual regularity in hearing sounds, and theoretically, when a large number of people gather in a small space, there should be chaotic, intermittent sounds.

But the echo sounded very soothing, like a gentle wave on the beach.

"Kren, figure out how to open it, try not to make noise."

Karen thought for a while, then took out four devices and began to install them on the door.

The others are waiting behind.

Then, those devices started to emit sparks. At first, Rozim thought it was a conventional hot-melt door breaking device. This kind of thing Astarte is more commonly used, mainly to destroy solid doors.

But when he saw Karen lying on the ground, he realized that it was not that simple—

"Fuck you--"

boom--------!

With a loud noise, Rozim flew directly, then slid more than ten meters in the air, and finally hit the ground heavily.

The other two reacted more quickly, lying on the ground when they flashed.

"Karen, you losing money!"

When Rozim got up from the ground, he felt the bones of his whole body shaking. If it weren't for his thicker clothes and stronger body than ordinary people, this one would be enough to kill half his life.

"I'm telling you to find something quieter, you can even hear the people on the track!"

"Boss, this is the smallest movement of all my things."

Karen also looked aggrieved, and then he looked at the door, where there was already an extra breach, like an ugly mouth.

"Then you remind me! Labor and management almost killed you!"

Rozim walked to the breach, bent over and looked inward, and found that it was a bright avenue paved with masonry, like the cloister of a palace, but there was no one.

"Go in and take a look."

Rozim got in first, followed by Karen.

But as he learned more about the surrounding situation, his body became colder and colder.

The cracks in the rock they walked into at the beginning were undoubtedly formed naturally, and its aisles and walls were rough and there were no traces of artificial carvings.

But now, the bumpy ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through the boots, he can clearly feel the regular ups and downs, the touch is very smooth, and there are many words on the smooth stone walls that he can't understand.

Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from acquired shaping, but whether it was created through long-term manpower or through some more evil subspace force is unclear.

"What text is this? It's a bit like Gothic, but it's not exactly the same."

Rozim observed the writing on the wall, but couldn't get any thoughts, and Hank Evans was simply semi-literate.

At this time, he noticed that Xinratha was also looking up at the wall in silence.

His instinct told him what this guy knew.

"You can understand?"

Rozim asked tentatively, but the other party shook his head slightly.

"do not know."

"But I think you are very focused."

"A guess."

"what?"

"There was a period in human history called the old night. In this period, due to the barrier of subspace, human colonies were divided into independent parts, and they began to develop in the dark. Many human colonies developed independent languages. , But their basic structure basically comes from the ancient words of Terra, and has the same ancestry as Gogot."

"You mean..."

"This is probably the remains of a human colony in the old night era."

While speaking, Sinrata lowered her head and muttered to herself:

"The history of arrogant stars is more complicated than imagined."

"So exaggerated..."

Rozim has also heard of these statements. Occasionally, when he is bored, he will read books in the warband archives. Because of his special status, Soshyan has given him the privilege of entering and exiting the space of the Star Warrior ~ www.wuxiaspot. com~ It seems that we are not wrong. This ancient ruin must have a lot of heritage. Those who teach me mechanically like this stuff, we must be able to make a fortune! ",

But at this time, Hank Evans poured cold water on him untimely.

"Boss, but this was discovered by the Black Legion a long time ago, I'm afraid there is nothing much—"

"Damn, dare to **** me! Even Abaddon, I dare to beat him!"

"Well--"

Suddenly, Sinratta, who had been facing the wall, turned around and looked at the other end of the passage, where there was a corner.

"We have to hurry up."

Having said that, stepped away and ran.

"Huh? What do you do now?"

Rozim was stunned for a second, and then followed up with his legs.

"Boss, wait for me!"

Then the four began to rush all the way, walked through the intersection, and got into the tunnel.

Only then did Rozim realize that their movement was only covered by the sound coming from a distance. The sound came and went one after another, ebb and flow like the sea. The surrounding rocks seemed to have been injected with this sound, gradually invading. In mind.

So he quickened his pace, ran to Sinrata, and asked breathlessly.

"You- just said, hurry up, are... what do you mean?"

"There is something to start."

"what?"

At this moment, Sinrata turned her head, looked at Rozim, and took off her eyes.

A pair of extremely rare green eyes appeared. Rozim had never seen a person's eye pupils in this color, that kind of green with a disturbing fluorescent texture.

The other party looked at him and said solemnly:

"They want to activate something that can kill all life on the planet."

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