The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"What's this?"

Melissa asked softly, although she knew there was a rock ahead, but she wasn't entirely sure.

"The wall at the end of the tunnel."

The judge told her so.

"The excavators have removed all the rocks that have collapsed, but these things are blocking us, and the style is too uniform to be natural, maybe part of the alien building, the purpose is not clear, we can't get around it."

"Maybe one of the other tunnels..."

After looking around, the one-eyed mercenary said so.

"No."

Melissa shook her head, running her fingers across the rock.

Its presence filled her consciousness.

"...the surface has an arc, it's a sphere, it's very large."

"Sphere?"

The tech-priest made a questioning voice.

"If it is, there's no way my machine can't detect—"

But the Inquisitor interrupted him.

"Our interpretation makes no sense, she may not be very sure, but it's very likely, yes, we should trust Ms. Melissa."

Afterwards, Lennart Meyers looked at Melissa and whispered in an unprecedented, respectful tone:

"Can you tell what's on the other side? If we break through, what will we find?"

Melissa endured the pain as she forced herself to examine the terrain more fully, in a place with more distortions than reality, bracing for the worst attack, convinced she was about to meet the core of subversive forces.

However, she found nothing.

This sphere is hollow.

Inside is a vast void, a void full of the unknown, but without enemies.

"There's nothing there."

Melissa's tone also became full of uncertainty.

"This sphere...is an empty shell?"

"Empty shell?"

"No, it could also be some kind of center."

Saying that, she took her hand away.

"It has the potential to be the source of the entire subterranean structure."

Lennart Meyers nodded thoughtfully and whispered:

"As I said before, this is a machine."

The Inquisitor's words were more like talking to himself, but the choice loomed in front of Melissa.

It's something she shouldn't believe, and it's something she can't avoid.

However, she also wondered if she agreed with the Inquisitor's disgusting, crazy conclusion.

She's not so sure.

The judge was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said to the people around him:

"Let's do this today, block this place, no one can enter or leave without my order, we will find a way tomorrow."

So, the day was over, and everyone returned to the camp to repair or rest.

The servants started making fires to cook, while the soldiers and mercenaries maintained their weapons as always. Although they haven't fired a single shot in the past few days, now the platoon is a huge battlefield, and no one knows what the next moment will be. What happens, what will happen.

Being prepared will never go out of style for those who lick blood with a knife.

And Melissa's choice is different from others.

She chose to sleep.

At first she slept peacefully until night--

The shadow hit Melissa, and the attack happened very suddenly, beyond her expectations.

All defenses maintain their own protection, which are barriers when she looks at madness, but these barriers can do nothing to the power behind the shadows.

Its effects are breaking through the barriers between the warp and the physical universe, disrupting her dreams.

As a strictly trained legal psionicist, Melissa tried in vain to search for echoes of herself at the very first moments of ups and downs in her dreams.

But her soul vision failed, the waves of the warp engulfed the light, and while she was staring into the darkness, the attack came suddenly.

It came to her room, and as soon as it appeared, Melissa felt like she didn't exist.

But she is very strong and agile, and in the dream, she also worked hard to manipulate herself and decisively closed the link between spiritual consciousness and the warp, got rid of its claws, and established her own defense.

Speed, strength and training, these seemingly useless routines all helped her.

But the shadows still shattered Melissa's shields, and they grinned, and the laughter turned into razors slicing across her skin.

Then roared again, and the voice became a curse, drowning her consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was blind for the first time in her life.

"How could—"

Melissa gasped, struggling with the suffocating panic in the sensual winter.

She could feel the expansion of her chest cavity, and gradually regained consciousness in her limbs. Then she bent her fingers and felt them scraping on the metal floor, indicating that she had fallen off the bed.

There was also a tingling pain in the neck and back of the neck, apparently in an unattractive posture when she fell.

Slowly, she gradually understood where she was and the situation around her, and her consciousness gradually awakened from the paralysis.

A terrifying concept enveloped her—

She became vulnerable, and she didn't know how long she had been in a coma and lost her due responsibilities.

Worse comes from her knowledge of what happened.

She was attacked, there was once an attacker.

Then she got up and left the floor, and the sense of her surroundings came back to her, but not as perfect as before, as if they were all degraded.

She reached for her cane, which should be resting on the seat.

Melissa grabbed it, stabilized her body, then pulled herself together and reached out her hand cautiously.

"hiss--"

She grunted in pain, warm tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Sharp, jagged spots appeared on her retinas, interfering with her perception.

They are like claws and broken glass, some form of invisible pain, twisted madness superimposed on madness.

She wondered if it was the aftermath of touching the mysterious sphere during the day?

Melissa felt thirsty, but there was no water in her room. She wanted to go outside the tent to find some water to drink, so she walked to the entrance of the tent ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and gently opened the curtain.

I saw that it was as calm as water outside, and there were several bonfires burning in the distance. Those were the night watchmen.

Seeing the light, Melissa's heart became calmer. She was about to walk over when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing in the dark.

"Ok?"

In her doubts, she concentrated and even used some of her remaining mental power to observe a vague figure walking cautiously towards the deep pit, while the guards who should have been guarding the surrounding area were not seen.

"he is--"

Melissa hesitated for a while, and the word "traitor" popped into her mind.

There may be a spy in the team!

This is a big event. Knowing that it is not easy, she strengthened her vision again and finally saw the identity of the person, but she was so scared that her hands trembled——

"Judge!?"