In the end, the killers came to the entrance of the underground laboratory, and McCarthy cautiously released a hidden servo skull first - the killers must not only be proficient in weapons, but also be proficient in tools.
Soon a huge secret room arched high appeared in the miniature screen on McCarthy's hand, which did not change much from what he saw last time. Even many lights were still on, including the huge explosion-proof doors, and the mechanical archaeologists stationed here were protected from the influence of the outside world, as well as ensuring that the outside world is not affected by anything they might have accidentally discovered.
After confirming that there was no abnormality, the team quietly entered the hall from the pipe, and their superhuman senses keenly captured any threat, but nothing else appeared here.
A row of contemplators were placed beside the walls of the hall, some had shattered, and some were still running quietly. The contemplators' arrays extended to another huge arched hall room, armored glass boxes, workbenches piled with data panels, and broken sample tubes on the floor. It shows that there was something in it, McCarthy knew what it used to be - the wreckage of those metal evil spirits.
"The wreckage of those metal ghosts has been taken away."
McCarthy was observing and walked towards a damaged glass box, while his spiritual communication was never interrupted.
"The metal evil spirits are here to take their kind, and the mechanical slave owners disturb them."
He touched the damaged device with his hand, turned to look at the other parts, and there were traces of hasty evacuation and fighting everywhere, tools and instruments were messy, and scorched and scratched everywhere.
"Once those slave soldiers lose their masters, they will either fall into a downtime or return to the predetermined evacuation point... But the group was obviously in a state of frenzy just now."
"Captain, look here."
Upon receiving the signal from the team members, McCarthy immediately walked to the other party’s place, in front of an open metal container...
He looked in the direction of his teammate's finger and found a corpse lying in the empty container. He walked in carefully, pushed the corpse, and turned it over.
It was a young woman in a mechanical robe. Her face was still physically in a state of body, with only a torn blood and broken bones. It seemed that she was going to hide in when something happened, but before she could close the container, she was rushed in.
Death was swift and sudden.
McCarthy pondered for a moment, and the callers began to move. So far they had not found any metal evil spirits and now they had to find an entrance.
According to the bishops, the metal evil spirits reacted so fiercely to the underground laboratories of the mechanical slave owners. They must have touched something important or area. They may be the real nest of the metal evil spirits. From here, they may be able to enter the enemy's core area and detect key intelligence. The most lacking thing in the corps now is intelligence. Without accurate intelligence, all subsequent decisions may be wrong.
Then they entered the next room, a place that McCarthy hadn't seen before.
"A killing."
I saw that this was already a purgatory, and the dirty blood and oil on the laboratory floor had not dried up. These liquids were pouring out from the terrifying wounds on the corpses of the apologists, the servants and the servants. They didn't know whether they were killed by the enemy's cruelly or killed each other in a fierce craze. In short, there were no traces of metal evil spirits here.
Passing through the laboratory, the killers quietly walked into a huge dome hall. Complete sets of beams, cranes and gantry occupied most of the cave. A set of scaffolding was also set up around. The block cockpit of the four-legged tank was partially stripped, wrapped in hoses and fuel conduits, and placed in the repair workshop on one side.
The limp servo arms were hanging around the bracket, and the same lifeless corpses were everywhere, splashing with blood and oil.
Among the corpse, McCarthy saw a corpse with only half left. Its upper body disappeared directly from its waist, and the incision showed a certain dissolving state. He could not think of any weapon with such destructive power for a moment, but looking at this guy's golden-edged red robe, he knew that this was an existence with a high status among mechanical slave owners, and they were generally called sages.
Following the passage that emits static electricity, the killers finally came to a triangular hall. At the end of the hall, black stones shone brightly, and the words on them were like silver. The arches appeared on the rock mass of black stone, tall and thin, with perfect geometry and straightness.
“It’s here…”
McCardie walked over, and the powerful floodlights around pierced the darkness inside, and the light shone through the complex trajectory of silver metal embedded in each surface of the black rock mass—the walls, floors and ceilings—glittered with captured stars.
"Let's go, for the sake of the ecclesiastical group, we must figure out the origins of these metal evil spirits."
Taking a deep breath, the killers leaned towards the corridor covered with silver patterns.
After walking for more than ten meters, the knee-high steps began to descend, and then hundreds of meters later. The alien killers flexibly leaped over these huge steps. McCarthy was thinking about what kind of magnificent steps were for use, and are there any larger individuals of these metal evil spirits?
Occasionally they would stop and use the micro-photo equipment in their hands to record everything around them, mainly those symbols, geometry and circles arranged in a row, formed by continuous lines.
These symbols hang on the walls, on the ground and on the high ground, giving the impression that the meaning of this unique language is conveyed by the whole rather than the individual elements.
When reaching the bottom of the stairs, the black passages glittering ahead of them with ancient civilization-style etching extend into the darkness beyond the reach of their sight.
After walking for a long time, the corridor tilted in two directions, but left a considerable vestige, where five killers now occupy this place, and in the face of the new barrier, they seemed insignificant, and when those huge doors opened, they might foreshadow something ancient and terrible would bring them bad luck.
But McCarthy didn't retreat at all, and he walked forward and began to study how to get in.
At this moment, all the killer species heard a hurry, coming from the passage they walked through.
"Pay attention to the back!"
The killer, who was alerted in the rear of the team, raised his personal weapon, an ancient and exquisitely crafted dart gun, the remains of a mechanical priest.
Soon, the unique puff sound of the dart short spear sounded, and the angry red whip was both sharp and real. It penetrated something, and the green glimmer was blown away in a dazzling flash, like a candle fire that was blown out.
Chapter completed!