As the killers were watching, the silent killing machine lifted its slender legs, moved forward neatly, and walked through the corridor loudly, like a group of metal golems controlled by a master.
The mottled metal body, the skull that was shaped into a human form, the faint green light emitted from the chest and eye sockets, and the disturbing weapon in the hands, McCarthy immediately realized what was approaching.
"Metallic evil spirits! They wake up! Go up, look for the passage!"
The killers jumped onto the wall in a uniform manner, and with their claws that were enough to cut through metal, they tried to grasp the symbols on the black wall and climbed up quickly.
At this moment, the necromancers raised their guns one after another, and then the muzzles flashed, shooting out faint green beams, like a deadly dance of destruction.
Although the killer species are flexible in shape and try to avoid shooting, there is not so much cover on the wall.
A stinging pain echoed in McCarthy's mind. It was the echo of death of the same kind. A killer was hit, and a hole was instantly dug out of the chest by Gauss' energy, and then he fell without saying a word.
But they didn't stop.
"Above! There is a passage there!"
One person was the first to discover a square entrance half a person tall, which was probably for some small machinery to enter and exit, but now they couldn't care about so much, and immediately exerted force with their arms, and before being flooded by Gaussian energy, they went in one by one.
After entering, they didn't even have time to breathe because the enemy would probably chase him, so they could only try their best to get in.
Thanks to their long-term experience in climbing in pipes, although they are in a passage that cannot be turned, the killers are not claustrophobic or discomfort, but are faster than on the flat ground.
McCarthy once imagined the world behind the black gate, but when he really saw it, he was still shocked-
They climbed down the passage, jumped from the exit without thinking to a small platform, hiding their breath, and completely blended into the shadow with the help of the black cloak on their bodies.
At first glance, all the killers' hearts were marveling.
"Oh my God, what kind of civilization is this?"
"These must be reported to the bishop."
"But our current discovery is not enough to achieve our goal."
Just a thousand meters ahead of them, a huge black pyramid rose from the ground with bare rocks. The sides of those pyramids looked so flat that McCarthy had a strange urge to touch it with his hands to see if it was as smooth as it looked, without friction.
In addition, blurred runes float in the air around it, which are both strange and difficult to understand.
McCarthy took out the camera and started recording.
But as if disturbed by the instruments in his hand, the pyramid suddenly reacted, and a stable and strange green light suddenly appeared on the originally smooth wall.
At the beginning, nothing happened, and then a few figures appeared beside the alien wonder.
The whole process was unprepared: there was nothing in the last second, and something appeared the next moment. These human-shaped skeletons were made of living metal. Except for the bright green sign on their chests, the rest were painted, and they looked like porcelain made of fire. They each held a rifle with a blade, and the guns were burning with the same green fire as their eyes.
Soon, these things appeared one by one, and quickly turned into an ark composed of hundreds of metal evil spirits, which made all the killers frightened.
"Damn, they are so many.
"They also use some kind of teleportation technique, and I guess their real nest is under this pyramid."
"But how should we get in."
"No, we know nothing about their technology, forcing it into the market will only be exposed."
"First determine their commander or leader."
The commanders looking for the metal evil spirits quickly became the consensus of all killers, which was their tactical instinct, but before doing this, McCarthy put all the previously recorded images and the written records he left in a modified servo skull and released them. It would return as they came, because the spit from the patriarch was applied, which could give it some kind of invisible ability and not scanned by machines and equipment.
Just as McCarthy sent off the servo skull, another figure appeared next to the portal. Its metal face was expressionless, its facial features were angular, its body was covered with gorgeous decorations and alien words, holding a strange staff in his hand, with deadly energy jumping on it. When the metal cloak behind him was carefully seen, it turned out that many metal beetles were squirming and churning.
"That's it!"
McCarthy immediately recorded the image of the other party with the instrument, but a ghostly insect-like object suddenly rose from the black wall above them, and his whole body emitted an emerald halo, as if riding on a ghostly weathered virtually into reality, and his cold green compound eyes were staring at the killers gathered below...
But before the tomb ghosts could take action, all the killers raised their pistols and opened fire - their crisis instincts allowed them to sense the threat above their heads as soon as possible.
With the sound of breaking through the air, most of the bullets passed through this void body and did not cause substantial damage. They only made a few sparks on the metal shell.
"spread!"
McCarthy pulled out his second pistol, and a modified explosive pistol continued to fire. The gun was originally a valuable item in the warehouse to be sent to the Political Commissar Academy in Orps, but disappeared after a burglary and fell into McCarthy's hands. The weapon was powerful and was squeaking and squeaking and firing bullets continuously at the opponent.
The ghost of the tomb twisted in the air, ignoring all the bullets that were fired at it, and then extended its long-section tail in the moment of approaching.
The monster changed from a phantom to an entity, and its tail slashed a killer who could not dodge from his shoulder to his hip, and blood sprayed into a scarlet cloud.
The rest of the team were dispersed and forced to land on the ground, and then they poured firepower onto the floating construct at all costs.
The ghost raised its bladed limb and rushed towards McCarthy. The killer flexibly dodged and hit the ghost from the side with a new wave of heavy explosion bombs. Several claws fell off in a ball of green energy. The ghost rolled and twisted in the sound of explosion, flickering and turning into entities.
After losing its main defense, it frantically swung its long whip-like tail and carved deep wounds on the ground.
At this time, an accurate shot from a killer plasma pistol hit the head, directly knocking out half of the head to make it dizzy, and it shines with dazzling energy like emeralds.
McCarthy stepped up and pulled the distance closer, and shot the remaining head of the opponent.
Chapter completed!