The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The heat exchange device in the mine tunnel makes the air inside it hot and humid, and there will be a gust of wind blowing from time to time, like the breathing of a hungry behemoth.

　　 The red emergency lighting equipment dyed the passages dark red, outlined a billowing steam cloud, and the overhead pipes and condensed water droplets in the pipe system shone.

　　Bachram also smelled the bitter odor of metal corrosion and fresh blood.

　　 "I thought the heat exchanger had stopped working, but now it seems obviously not."

　　 Sablin said as he pulled his ornithology from his belt and tested it.

　　 The screen flickered, and then filled with a series of data. He tried several different detection modes, then shook his head in disgust, and put the instrument away.

　　 "There is no display, or at least no meaningful results, there are a lot of disturbances nearby."

"where."

　　 Li Lin echoed.

　　 "The ghost knows where it is. This instrument doesn't work at all times. I think we need a technical sergeant."

　　 "Be vigilant and watch out for possible ambushes."

　　 Bachram interjected briefly, unwilling to let this series of speculations continue. In the process, Talos remained silent.

　　 After a while, the team formed a rough pentagonal formation, with 2 fighters in each direction, and Talos stood in the center of the team.

　　 This is a solid formation, suitable for close attacks from any direction.

　　 After making sure that all the fighters were in place, Talos waved to the team to move forward, while Bachram and Sablin walked in the forefront of the team.

　　According to the map obtained from the Array of Thinkers, the team passed through the winding corridor surrounding the bottom of the heat tower and went straight to the key area.

　　 Along the way, the visibility is very limited. Even Astarte was obstructed. The fog and dim red light created illusory motion trails and blurred vision, blurring the field of vision of more than two meters.

　　 Bahram suspected that they had gone very far.

　　 As they went further into the mine, the terrible heat wave and the stench of corruption became stronger and stronger, and the hostility of the air to these outsiders became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more concentrated on them.

　　 Bachram could feel the weight on his body, like a cloud of suffocation, peeking out a path on his armor.

　　 Although the environment is extremely hot, there is a layer of black frost on the hilt of his sword.

　　 There are four elevators that can enter the mine, but in Bahram's view, they are more like deadly traps.

　　 If the enemy uses explosive weapons, then in such a small space, anything can destroy the team.

　　 Talos obviously thought the same, so the team gave up using the elevator and began to descend on one of the four long stairs.

　　 stairs are not automatically converted like most buildings, on the contrary, they descend in a long arc spiral.

　　 There is a filthy atmosphere in the air, and with each step, the atmosphere becomes stronger.

　　Bahram focused on placing one foot in front of the other, recalling winding through the labyrinth of steps of the monastery fortress.

　　 He recalled the past as he walked: He joined the battle group, and fell into the dark for a long time because of the transformation.

　　The memory is fuzzy, only half of it appears, just like a scene in a dream.

　　 Suddenly, Bachram felt a faint touch on the back of his head, and finally he had to push these thoughts away.

　　 What's more worrying is that cracks began to appear on the outer wall of the stairwell, and these cracks got deeper and deeper into the ground.

　　 Something like black tree roots forced through the soil layer, spread to the inner surface of the curved wall, and spilled black, unpleasant soil on the stairs.

The red light was shining on the bodies of insects wriggling between the roots. When Astart passed by, every ghost-like spider as big as a hand crawled out of their nests, waving their long legs. Show a challenge.

　　 When they reached the lowest floor, the stairs turned into a pitted tunnel, full of chirping lives.

　　 Strange, deformed insects, swollen and dirty, wriggling in dense networks of rotting root material.

There is even a long, segmented millipede, almost as long as Bahram’s forearm, unfolding from the bend of the root ball like a spring, jumping onto his shoulder, stabbing frantically with a needle-like stinger. To the armor plate.

　　 Astart swept away the dirty thing with his hand and pressed it under his boots.

　　 Despite this, the players continued to advance through the ever-narrowing tunnel, until Bachram began to think they would be forced to open the way with a chain saw sword.

　　 Finally, Talos ordered the team to stop.

　　 The air is suffocating, full of heat and rotting smell, and the red emergency light has long been extinguished.

　　 Vaguely, Bachram could feel a faint green light passing over Talos' shoulder.

　　 "We have reached the bottom of this layer of mining area."

　　Talos arrived calmly, and then looked at the rustling insects above his head.

　　 "What's next, sir?"

"Go forward."

　　 Sablin nodded and walked into the darkness without hesitation. Bachram followed behind, and the rest of the team were holding their weapons in preparation.

With heavy feet on the thick gravel, cable-like vines stretched across the floor on the side of the stairwell, bursts of foul-smelling air roared past everyone’s helmets, and the noise of insects surrounding the soldiers expanded into Crazy life.

　　 They walked more than a hundred meters along a low-ceiling aisle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ through many crossing corridors along the way.

　　In the aisle, the plants stuck to it have not diminished at all, Bachram realized that the pale green light came from a group of swollen larvae, which were tightly clinging to the twisted roots.

　　 Uneasy movements echoed around them, seeming to be getting bigger and bigger with the passage of time.

　　 For a while, Bachram heard the click of the claws behind a string of tubes, half hidden in the vine net that spread along one of the walls, but he couldn't see the creature making the sound.

　　 "How far is it?"

　　 A soldier spoke suddenly, his voice was a little nervous, and the constant screams and rustling made all recruits in the team nervous.

　　 They haven't really come into contact with demons.

　　 "More than fifty--"

　　 Just as Sablin spoke, the air was suddenly filled with terrible screams, and something with armor erupted from the plants around them.

　　 A segmented monster emerged from the thick pipe network overhead and attacked Astarte downwards.

　　 It is as agile as a tree viper, with hundreds of chitin-wrapped legs, and half a dozen compound eyes embedded in its broad head.

　　 In an instant, it entangled Sablin's body, lifted the huge warrior off the ground, and bit the back of his helmet with a curved jaw.

　　 When the squad was surrounded from all sides, pistols and chainsaw swords roared in the narrow space, Sablin twisted under the monster's claws, and slashed the monster's body with his combat knife.

　　 In the chaos, Bachram exploded the monster's head with one shot of his explosive pistol, liberating Sablin.