Primarch and Honkai Impact

Patrick looked at Theresa who was very scared and couldn't help laughing.

Theresa is really afraid of ghosts. She is a warrior who can even defeat emperor-level Honkai beasts.

Oh, right.

Last time in the invisible amusement park, Theresa was also scared by the ghost of the carousel and screamed. Her scream was really cute.

Thinking of this, Patrick couldn't help but laugh secretly.

I just regret that I didn’t bring my cell phone to record this scene.

"Patrick, hurry up."

Seeing that Patrick didn't move, Theresa said quickly.

"Okay, let's go."

Seeing that Patrick had caught up with her, Theresa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, now hurry up and leave this gloomy place."

However, the more you fear something, the more likely it will come.

Just as Theresa and Patrick were about to leave the Honkai reactor, a cry for help suddenly rang out.

Let the two people who were about to leave stop here.

Suddenly, the quiet air was pierced by a sharp cry for help.

It was a girl's voice, full of fear and despair, as if she was struggling on the edge of life.

“Help…Help!”

Her shouts echoed in the air, startling Theresa.

Every word was filled with urgency, making one's heart tighten instantly.

This cry for help was like a sharp sword, piercing the peaceful night, making people shudder. It can be imagined that she was facing great danger and her life was seriously threatened.

She is in desperate need of help and rescue. Her voice reveals helplessness and despair, which makes people feel how difficult her situation is.

"Is anyone there? Come and save us."

"Ghost...Ghost is coming out! Wow~!"

Theresa cried out when she heard these words.

Theresa was so scared that she was about to cry.

"No, this is not the voice of a ghost."

Hearing this voice, Patrick listened carefully: "This is... the voice of a girl."

"Is it true? Patrick, don't scare me."

Theresa, who was obviously frightened, said fearfully, completely lacking the calmness that a Valkyrie should have.

"Don't worry, it's a cry for help, I won't misunderstand it."

"Now what?"

"Of course I'll go and take a look."

As he spoke, Patrick walked towards the direction where the sound came from. After calling for help just now, Patrick had roughly determined where the sound came from.

“The call came from here.”

As Theresa and Patrick walked out of the Honkai reactor area, they came to an unknown area.

Theresa looked around. Everywhere she looked was a closed room. Not a ray of light could penetrate. A gloomy atmosphere filled the air. The cold walls exuded an unsettling aura, as if she was trapped in an endless cage.

The air in the room was filled with a foul smell that made people feel suffocated.

Theresa's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. She tried to look through the closed door, but could only see darkness, without any hope or way out. In this gloomy environment, time seemed to freeze. She felt an inexplicable fear gradually creeping into her heart, and every second seemed to last a year.

"This is a prison..."

“Why is there such a place in the research institute?”

Theresa said with some fear on her face.

I couldn't believe this scene at all.

It is clear that the Tower of Babel is a laboratory, and it is not about why such a place exists.

"I don't know either. The bishop never told me in advance that there would be such a facility here."

Patrick shook his head and said, "From what I have gathered, this area was supposed to be used only for storing supplies, but why are these things happening here?"

The sound of knocking on the door continued to be heard.

In the dark prison, the two men walked, their footsteps echoing in the silence.

Suddenly, Theresa stopped and her eyes were drawn to the cell door in front of her.

A pale hand stretched out from the crack of the cell door, its fingers twisted as if struggling. The skin of the hand was bloodless and horrifyingly pale, like a hand reaching out from hell for help.

Theresa's heartbeat accelerated instantly. She was frightened by the sudden scene and took a step back involuntarily.

Run behind Patrick.

Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and she tried to calm her breathing, but the presence of the hand lingered in her mind.

"Ghost... a ghost appeared."

Looking at the outstretched hand, Theresa trembled all over and said fearfully.

"Don't be afraid, Theresa."

Patrick stared closely at the pale hand stretched out from the cell, as if he saw something, and spoke quickly.

"Look...that's not a ghost."

Theresa hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to approach the cell door, wanting to see what was going on inside.

Patrick grabbed the extremely pale hand that was stretched out and said.

"They...are just ordinary human girls."

Wha…what?

With Patrick's strong pull, an ordinary girl slowly appeared in front of Theresa.

Her face was as pale as paper, bloodless, as if her life force had been drained away. Her eyes were empty, revealing deep fatigue and despair. The girl's body was trembling slightly, as if she was trying to restrain some emotion. Her hair was messy, her clothes looked a little worn, and she looked fragile and helpless.

Theresa felt a surge of pity in her heart, and she couldn't help but step forward to comfort the poor girl.

"Save...save us."

In a dark and damp corner of the prison, the poor girl was imprisoned, her eyes revealed despair and helplessness, her clothes were tattered and her face was haggard.

Her trembling voice pleaded for help to Theresa, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Please save me! I don't know what I did wrong, why am I locked up here?"

Her voice was filled with fear and pain.

Theresa stood outside the prison door and gently comforted the girl, telling her not to be afraid and that she would do her best to help her.

There was warmth and strength in her voice, which gave the girl a glimmer of hope.

Patrick was very confused about these girls.

"Why are these ordinary girls here?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this, open the door quickly."

"But we don't have the key here. These doors are locked."

"What does this mean? It's up to me."

Under the girl's shocked gaze, Theresa displayed amazing strength.

Theresa grabbed the cell door easily, as if it was just a trivial obstacle. With a loud bang, she actually tore down the sturdy door, which fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Her movements were quick and decisive, without any hesitation, as if this was a piece of cake for her.

Theresa smiled and said, "Wouldn't that be fine?"