The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Soshyan and Randall kept walking, the light and comfort faded away.

　　 They descended layer by layer, passing the old elevator made of iron gray cages hung on a thick iron chain.

　　 The temperature is getting hotter and hotter, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable. Soshyang feels that something huge and ancient is pressing on him.

　　 He saw the caves illuminated by copper-framed lumen lamps, with dim stripes of granite and feldspar.

　　 During this process, Randall glanced at a sword on Soshyang’s waist and said casually:

　　 "A good sword."

　　 Soshyang said nothing, and nodded.

　　 Finally they reached the bottom, the deepest part of the monastery fortress.

　　 The cage stopped on the ground, the door slid open, and an arched cave extended from under their feet. The ground was as smooth as agate, and the huge space was divided by huge stone pillars.

　　 It spreads out in the darkness of the underground world, as quiet and amazing as the bustling levels above it.

　　 "Such a huge space."

　　 Soshyang whispered to himself:

　　 "How long did it take you to build it? How many people know about it?"

In the dim light, there are only a few dozen figures walking on the glass-smooth ground, and they are all stalwart giants dressed in unknown type of horse terminator—their faces are hidden under the helmets and their expressions cannot be seen, but their hands The above is buzzing and exuding dark

　　Pale green lance of force field.

　　 Soshyan doesn’t know if their Halberd and Forbidden Army use a model, but it looks very rare and powerful.

　　Randall walked through the cave floor without saying a word, the scroll and the small incense burner hanging from his waist clinked as he walked around.

　　 No one came over to say hello to them-they all seemed to be paying attention, Soshyan felt the tension and alert from them, but not against them.

　　 They seem to be alert to things in the dark.

　　On the ground, walls, and pillars, Soshyan also saw some marks—scratches made by sharp blades and claws. Considering the hardness of these rocks, the things that make these marks are obviously not easy to provoke.

　　 In Soshyang’s eyes, this whole place is almost unacceptable.

"What is this place?"

　　 "The beginning is also the end."

　　 They continued walking, and Soshyan saw the bifurcated tunnel leading to a deeper place.

Some of them are just doorways as wide as one person, and others are avenues that allow Titans to pass through. He also smelled the pungent smell of incense, and even occasionally the earth would shake. Although it is very slight, it can be felt here. , Like being shaken by a distant earthquake

　　, but none of the silent figures around seemed to react.

　　 "They are so calm."

　　 Soshyang said that he didn't want to talk, but he blurted out his thoughts, as if to break the suppressed silence.

　　Randall paused to think, tilting his head and looking at the figures around him.

　　 "What do you want them to look like?"

　　 he asked last.

　　 "We live in a forgotten hall, but everyone has his task. We can't even stop and think about it. We can't."

　　 Soshyang was speechless, and the two continued on.

　　 Finally, Randal stopped before an opening in the cave wall, where there were forty terminator guards, and various seals and prayers were plastered on the wall.

　　 After seeing the Lan Zhan leader coming, all the Terminators suddenly turned around neatly and silently, as if they could no longer look at him.

　　 "Why are they like this?"

　　 "Because this is a taboo, when we step into it, they will ignore what they see."

　　 Under the leadership of Randall, Soshyan stepped into the huge arch.

　　 As soon as he walked into it, Soshyang felt the sledge hammer trembling in the dark hall, and then he stood there, staring at the incredible creation ahead, his gray face lost in thought.

　　 Randall stood beside him and followed his gaze.

　　 It is an octagonal door with a span of about three hundred meters, reinforced with adamantine washers, and surrounded by runes from ancient Terra.

　　 And, this is a gate that a Titan can pass through.

　　 The thunderous sound came from the other side of the door, and Soshyang took a step back, and a certain possibility almost scared him.

　　 After a long silence, he finally uttered those two words—

　　 "Netway."

　　 "Yes, Netway."

　　Randall's voice became softer, but also full of deep, primitive sadness.

　　 His haggard face looked up at the pair of doors, his eyes twinkling in the dark.

　　 "But this is not a mere alien creation. It is a backup of the huge secret under the Holy Terra Palace, or its early experiment."

　　 Soshyang couldn't look away, the noise coming from a distance was suspicious.

　　 He felt that he heard a supernatural scream—a choking scream from a terrifying, inhuman force.

　　 "You know, when I fought those things, I was almost scared."

　　 Randall narrated slowly with a sad tone.

"I have never seen such a savage war, but its existence will never be known. No matter what the horror destined to happen in the material world, it is pale in comparison... Standing on the threshold, surrounded by the corpses of comrades in arms, I was the only one who survived the entire company."

　　 Soshyan swallowed his throat, controlling his curiosity.

　　 "Then...Is this the reason why you can't leave the planet?"

"Yes it is."

　　 Soshyang glanced at the huge gate of the network again, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he suddenly realized that a certain question has been answered—

　　 Why the White Temple rarely strikes, but there are not too many veterans.

　　 Because they are engaged in a secret and cruel war, the traces in the passages and halls, as well as the continuous state of war in the monastery fortress, have all been explained.

　　 A thought, a thought, suddenly came out, but he hesitated to speak, because it was really sensational.

　　 In the end, he decided to speak up.

　　 "The palmprinters left you as the establishment to guard this gate, right?"

　　Randall nodded.

　　 "There are more than 3,000 soldiers left behind—"

　　Randall looked at Soshyan, his eyes were almost painful.

"According to the archives of the battle group, at first, the network channel was still very peaceful, but with the outbreak of the great rebellion, one day, some problems occurred inside the network channel, and demons began to flow out continuously, and our ancestors fought with them in blood. , Using the power left to us by the Great Primarch, will

　　 The power of chaos stops outside the real universe. "

　　 The power pointed out by Randall does not need to be asked, Soshyan also guessed what it was.

　　 He took a deep breath and whispered:

　　 "...Gray pulp."