The nuns continued to pray, but the sentence seemed to be becoming hollow.
At this moment, slowly, slowly, some emotion that shouldn't have appeared slowly flowed out of them, as if the darkness around them was full of sharp teeth.
Fear, this emotion is slowly injected into their psychology like a toxicity, but few people can detect it.
Villets held the blaster tightly in his hand, and soon she began to hear other noises—sounded like some kind of sound, like the echoes of hymns and poems in memory, like the boundless splash of black water.
She once thought that after hearing the sound of gunfire, she immediately ran straight towards the source of the gunfire.
But the sound disappeared before she ran into the distance, and the things in the water hit her again and again, and she had to stop and kick them away and push them aside.
"team leader?"
Behind her, the other team members rushed to catch up.
Villets shook his head and signaled that he had found nothing.
Sometimes, lights emit strange light under the water, just as many eyeless cave creatures are showing their hungry fangs under the water.
It seems that there is no end here, so it is natural that the size of the space station is like a city, and there will definitely be...
Then, Villets saw something.
It was a pillar, a strong and wide steel column, joined by rivets, and the columns stretched upwards and into the darkness.
The column's appearance is completely black and completely smooth, and there is no ladder or sign on it, only the frost that is as cold as ice and snow,
And some words were engraved.
What is it?
Villets blinked, wondering if the darkness began to play tricks on her or started teasing her.
But no, she could see nothing in the darkness, these words were like pale and chill shadows, and they felt like they were real.
It is written in a crooked high Gothic language:
The Emperor's Light has been extinguished-
Pure, severe cold spread down Villets' back.
She turned around, and instinctively raised the weapon in her hand because of those words, but she could not see anything.
Under the illumination of the weak searchlight, there were a thousand pairs of eyes, a thousand questions hidden in the darkness, and a thousand invisible tentacles that seemed to be hidden in the ruins in the water, reaching towards her.
What exactly is wrong here?
They found no trace of the crew, no signs of fighting, and even no bodies.
Villets tried to tell himself that the words must have been written by some lost crew members, who were scared and lonely and lost the pillars of their faith.
But what if not?
What if these words were written by something else?
Weiletz stood there, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and the ripples of water that had just walked through the path had returned to calm.
She stared at the water, alerting any fluctuations or ripples on the water, and then she used the radio channel to contact other teams, but there was only crackling sounds inside - the static murmur occupied her mind and chest, and the adrenaline in her body began to scream at her, telling her to hurry up!
The nun instinctively felt that something was nearby—
Someone who knows her position completely.
But Villets was not afraid because she had sisters beside her to protect her back, and bomb guns to destroy her enemies.
Because the emperor will never abandon them.
Suddenly, the sound of water splashing came again, and it was getting closer and closer.
This is a sound that won't make people mistake...
There's really something else here!
The blood flowing through her ears began to boil. She raised her ears nervously and listened carefully. She was very sure that the sound this time was definitely true, not the suspicious sighs, not the sounds of the speculations in her mind.
She held a bomb gun like a talisman, praying to the Emperor's Light and His mercy.
"Keep alert."
The nuns' team stopped, and everyone's nerves were trembling.
Suddenly, another splash, a very subtle ripples of water, like a windless whisper passing through the surface of this black water, mocking the narrow range of light provided by the nun's armor.
【You cannot forgive them…】
The prayer flowed back to Villets like a flood, making her mind filled with the light that symbolizes courage. Only strength and courage are the best weapons in the dark...
Wow—
The voice came again, coming from her right.
"I am the servant of the Eternal Light, I am fearless, I am fearless of aliens, I am fearless of heresy, I am fearless of creatures from the depths of destruction..."
Reciting the war prayer silently, Villets held the weapon in his hand and stepped and moved.
Soon, she found the second pillar, which also had words engraved on it, but this time the words were uneven and shorter because of anger and pain.
Save us - it is written above.
What can I save you from?
She turned around again, wondering again by those words, and darkness tried to invade her thoughts like a plague.
What exactly happened to this empty space station?
Weiletz tried hard to remain calm, and she re-checked the team's condition information. Everyone was fine, but the general breathing and heart rate became faster.
At present, they have not found any bodies, at least not here.
The nausea surged again, and the back of her throat stinged again, and the images of the lost eyes floating on the water and rotten corpses poured into her mind like a tide. The naked bones, piles of wires and balls of rotten and swollen flesh were pouring over and over again.
She could see the moment when the water surface ripples were raised, and she could hear the sound of them gently slapping the beams and pillars made of cold steel.
No matter what it was, the other party was very close to her.
Then, finally, she saw the light emitted extremely faint light.
The light came from above, from a certain channel, at an incredible height above her head, but the light did not directly hit the water at the bottom of the bilge, and there was something else on the path - something big.
At first, she couldn't tell it. It looked like some huge and bulky blurred image, but as she got closer, she realized what the other person was.
It was a pile of things, roughly piled upwards. She stopped, her mouth full of nausea and discomfort.
The armor lights then illuminate a weird-style object: corpses, swollen, expressionless and decayed corpses, hundreds of corpses.
"Oh my God!"
The young nuns screamed, covered their mouths a little, and looked at the scene with a pale face.
Villets stood still, she could see the broken and corrupt badge on the body, and she tried to pray in her heart - pray for them, pray for herself.
But she couldn't speak.
Then she walked forward, wherever the armor lighting could only see a few barely intact faces-the young officer, almost only older than the boy, the male in the robes of the broken Empire State Church, many servants, rusty and still.
The remaining flesh and blood had been corrupt and had been dead for some time.
Suddenly, a deep and loud laugh made her turn around.
It was a woman, but she didn't have the breath that a living person should have. She was wearing a ragged officer uniform, but now she looked more like a dirty rag.
Villets noticed that there seemed to be a collar on the other person's neck, and a cold and abominable aura was emitted throughout his body.
If it is necessary to describe it, it can only be said that it is like the soul being sealed into ice - but this description is not appropriate.
Chapter completed!