"So we have to find the entrance to the internet before we start acting?"
Garmozej thought for a moment and shook his head.
"There is no time left and we are not enough staff. If we don't find it here again, let's not worry about it."
As they said that, they looked around. The hall was at least one thousand meters long, in a hexagonal shape, with several standard triangular columns, many gully grids on the ground, and several small pyramids more than two meters high. These things are more common in Black Stone Fortresses.
Then they raised their heads, as always, there was no ceiling, only a black liquid hanging above their heads for more than fifty meters. This was also a unique view of Black Stone. It seemed that there was an ocean inside it, but those that seemed liquid were not real water or any known liquid, but a special substance. From below, they shone brightly and vividly, like a undulating ceiling.
Then Garmozejie stretched out his hands, and two conical objects appeared in his hands, and electric current burst out from each other's sharp areas.
He slowly closed his eyes and began to explore the signals sent here before. It was attracted by this weak signal that he came here in person to see if he could find the traces of the spiritual race he thought or the entrance to the network channel they hid.
Then, he seemed to have really discovered something. His eyes closed and he saw the pattern. Something seemed to be moving in the void...
A ring body...
Still a wall...
It may be turning off or on...
Then there was an idea...
The alien thoughts seemed to touch his mind as if the spider silk in the dark...
The next moment, he began to feel something dragging his heart.
It was like a sting of electric shock, or a stroking sound from the other side, like the feeling of staying in the air before a storm...
Something is nearby...
Garmozejie opened his eyes and looked at the floating liquid above his head. Dozens of small black plates protruded out of the surging surface at some point. Then he moved, clicking and locking them together in a neat inlay pattern.
The pattern presents a unique alien art and then becomes a pyramid-shaped figure, like a geometric puzzle with dozens of glittering chitin legs.
It moves stiffly like a mechanical one, like a clockwork automaton puppet, and it almost feels like it is leaping on the smooth black wall.
Garmozejie stretched out his hand and released a lightning bolt. It hit the thing, it immediately shattered like glass, and the air was filled with fragments of coal. These fragments were bounced away, and Ding fell to the ground near the pyramid.
But immediately, the falling fragments moved like fallen leaves blowing in the breeze—flaking, rising, and turning into a moving ball.
And just above their heads, more structures appeared, hundreds of them, like a commotion swarm.
Garmozejie widened his eyes and then shouted:
"This is a trap! Run!!"
In an instant, every inch of the walls and floor of the hall was moving, rolling, forming a terrifying ocean—there were thousands of components, some as tall as ordinary people, and some as big as canines.
The larger ones are not distinctive, and the heads are wide, like triangular anvils, swaying on a pile of slender legs, and a one-eyed lamp is installed in the center of the head. When they walk, they can feel cold and their blank eyes fall on themselves.
Suddenly, they all rushed towards the Phantom Warriors, and quickly passed through the hall like a flood. The slender legs scraped the floor and made a harsh sound, as if sharp blades were grinding, ready to feast on.
Everyone staggered and tried to run towards the gate, and some people took out explosive guns and opened fire.
Amid the roaring gunshots, some of the bees' legs were broken, but the machine did not stop. The other slender limbs were pushing them forward, and almost instantly the broken leg was replaced by another newborn. It folded off the creature's head like an unfolded antenna. This unique regeneration ability is astonishing.
In fact, during the time they came to Black Stone, they were not unfamiliar with these "local creatures" and destroyed a lot. Most of these structures were just unconsciously wandering, patrolling, and guarding. They were generally not large in scale. They only reacted when they were attacked or discovered. No one took it seriously, but it seemed as if they were from their origins.
But once they gathered in numbers, no one dared to underestimate them, because their slender bladed secondary limbs can cut the power armor. The unlucky guy who had been careless before was surrounded by this structure. When he was found, there were basically no fragments that were larger than the size of a fist.
"Hit for the head!"
Under the command of Garmozejie, everyone calmed down. A burst of explosive bombs knocked over the bees rushing in front. The bullets accurately hit their bloated heads. As they exploded, some liquid sprayed out from the broken hole.
At the same time, Garmozejie raised the conical object in his hand again, and black lightning surged out, forming a huge net sweeping by.
In an instant, hundreds of bees fell to the ground, becoming a pile of lifeless ancient garbage. Others hit the floor and twitched like disabled insects. Some bees stopped and circled in the spot and seemed to be unable to find the target, but others were still moving, trembling in the light and running towards the Phantom Warriors.
But the time I had bought was enough, and everyone ran out of the door and rushed into the corridor. As the door closed, the sound of the bees stalking behind the door could still be heard.
“There are things that are manipulating them.”
Garmozejie immediately made a judgment, and then he received a message that Huron had ordered the Blackstone Fortress to join the battle, so he looked at his right-hand man.
"Not worry about this, you can't delay it anymore. Notify Viengarh and start acting immediately. We must control the Blackstone Fortress as soon as possible."
"Notify others and gather in the control area immediately."
Then they walked through the cleaned halls. Since being occupied by the Red Pirates, some areas of the Blackstone Fortress have become cult's nests, and many dirt, old blood, and lingering traces of decay have accumulated in those places.
However, its structure and interior facilities did not cause any sense of distortion, nor any unexpected dead ends or wrong turns, not to mention hungry darkness, or the walls of careless people, it seemed that the power of chaos was not enough to extend here.
Chapter completed!