The Emperor’s Angel of Death

  Chapter 602 New Journey

   "Hey! It's okay! Look at me!"

  Rogris also closed his eyes, and tried not to imagine what would happen if they fell into the magma.

He tried not to imagine such a scene: magma was burning his flesh and bones, the smoke suffocated him, and his body became torn apart-such pain is unbearable, of course, there is a high probability that he will not survive. It has been so long that he can experience these things, but his mind has been happily playing tricks on him with these terrible and terrifying scenes.

  Rogris took a deep breath and forcibly cleared the horrors from his brain to prevent them from interfering with him.

  Suddenly, he heard a thumping sound from the bottom of the spacecraft, and opened his eyes with a quick brush.

   "What is that sound? Did something happen?"

  Rui Boronat looked at him weirdly, and even though the other person had no expression, Rogers could still feel his panic sneer at him.

   "We just landed."

  Rogris let out a trembling sigh of relief, and felt sincere gratitude for being able to stand on land again—though a more accurate description should be the land of Mars.

  While saying that, but in any case, how stable can a piece of land supported by an ocean of liquid rock that can burn everything into ashes in the blink of an eye?

   A hissing sound when the gas leaked attracted his attention to the back of the aircraft, accompanied by the scream of the piston, which was slowly lowered on the movable gangway.

  The next moment, a heat wave instantly filled the cabin, and Rogers gasped from the sudden high temperature.

  Sweat oozes from his forehead, and the saliva in his mouth dries quickly.

   "The throne is up, it's really hot here!"

   "Thank you for the heat exchanger and gas separator."

  Uwe Monroe said.

   "Without them, everyone would be killed by the high temperature and poisonous gas here in an instant."

  Rogris nodded, and followed Uwe Monroe from the inside of the aircraft, while the other members of the team followed Rogris.

  As they walked down the gangway, Rogers even had to cover his eyes to avoid the glare from the lava lagoon and the rust-red sky stabbing his eyes.

  Long Expectation In the closed technology temple, Rogers suddenly realized that he was so eager to see the sky.

  Nyssen No. 4, nothing else, but the natural environment is really good. Whenever Rogers is working, he will walk around the mountainous area where the monastery is located and relax.

  But the sky here looks low and dangerous. The heavy smoke from the refinery surrounded by flames in the distance is mixed with granular particles, surging upward like huge waves.

Although he knew that the clouds gathered together in the distance were not dark clouds in nature, but exhaust gas emitted, when he saw them pressing down on the horizon like a static omen, he still couldn't help but think of the battlefield. Of gunpowder.

  In a sense, Mars is like an ancient battlefield.

  Immediately on the high walls of the city, the wasteland outside, there are a large number of abandoned servants and machinery wandering all day long. They are like beasts in the wild world, and will attack any visible target.

  And these are the evil consequences left by Mars after the civil war again and again.

Rogers followed the guide, and the tall handrails surrounded the landing platform. Every few meters along the guardrail, there was a tall silver vertical pole equipped with a constantly humming device extending to the sky-this is it The heat exchanger and gas separator mentioned by Uwe Monroe.

  Rogris speculates that a cloud of steam is coiled around each vertical rod, and the drip pipe extends down the vertical rod and finally drills into the deck of the platform to conduct heat elsewhere.

  "To disperse such a huge amount of heat energy must have cost uncountable amounts of energy."

  He pointed to the machine on the silver vertical pole and said.

  "What method do you use to filter harmful gases in the air? Man-made fiber membrane, adsorption, or cryogenic distillation?"

   "Do you know these things?"

  Uwe Monroe turned and looked at him curiously.

   "Well, I studied them in the temple."

  Rogris explained.

   "Although my logic scores are not very good, but my scores in other subjects are still good, this is a required test."

  "Here is the gift of Omnisia. This information is stored in your brain. In the future, when you fight for the empire, you can use this knowledge again."

   "I think so."

  Rogris nodded, embarrassed by the respectful tone in his voice.

Then he looked away from Uwe Monroe, and then saw an ocher-painted vehicle coming out of the building closest to them-a tall tower made of black metal. And drove towards them along the boom.

  There are many slender legs like stilts under its chassis, moving with a strange and very mechanical gait, like a stubby centipede.

  As the vehicle approached, Rogers saw a large servant welded to the front of the vehicle.

  Usually a driver should be sitting there.

With a bang, the vehicle stopped beside them, and turned around along its central axis with its numerous long feet, and finally stopped and landed on the deck.

  Uwe Monroe opened a hatch on the side of the vehicle and signaled that the technical sergeants should also climb up.

   "This thing looks a bit disgusting."

As always, Leuk Lugo had another violent argument. His big mouth caused a lot of trouble while studying in the temple. If it weren't for his outstanding skills in casting and smelting, it is estimated that the Lord of the Temple and Fire him.

  But at least in the past ten years, he has memorized no less than 20 warnings.

   "Tiehide, shut your mouth! Make trouble here, be careful of being thrown into the volcano!"

  Harland Alucard for a while prevented the technical sergeant of the Star Dragon from continuing to open his mouth.

  But Uwe Monroe never said anything,

  Everyone boarded the centipede vehicle and sat down on a metal bench.

  Thinking of traveling in such a strangely shaped vehicle, Rodgiston felt that Mars was really strange.

  Thinking about this, this weird vehicle stood up again with its legs, opened a small skylight, and then swayed towards the huge black tower.

   "Where are we going?"

   Rui Boronat asked.

  "We will go to see Master Farrula Hatfilia~www.wuxiahere.com~ The tech priest Uwe Monroe answered without emotion.

   "He asked, you meet him as soon as you arrive."

   "Oh? I thought we would get this honor later."

   "It has nothing to do with honor."

  Uwe Monroe shook his head, his tone not harsh.

   "The Lord of the Forge has a purpose in everything. What you can learn here will be determined by him."

  The walking vehicle gradually walked towards the dark metal tower. When Rogers looked back at the pile of clouds that gathered together, a trace of fear obscured his desire to see new and magical things.

  He still has no clue about the active metal, so can he find a clue here again?

  What will this journey bring to him and his team?

  The shadow of the giant tower swallowed the vehicle. Although the heat here is unbearable, he still can’t help shivering——

  As if the gray pulp is flowing in his veins at this moment.

  (End of this chapter)