This odor has an anesthetic effect and can be pleasant to the body and mind in most cases, but it is obviously fatal in such a dangerous space.
Any sluggish, paralyzing substance is the enemy of adventure.
This smell has certainly some kind of mental effect—perhaps it is a weapon in itself.
"The air here is very strange. I don't know what's inside. Maybe it's some kind of poisonous gas that makes me a little dizzy."
Rozim glanced at Sinrata and found that he seemed to be completely unaffected by these things.
Calming, he pulled his attention back to his eyes.
"Boss, have you heard the movement?"
Hearing Cron's words, Rozim was stunned for a moment, and then pressed his ear behind the iron gate.
"It seems like I'm talking, but I can't tell what it is."
A faint murmur echoed softly behind the door, and it couldn't be felt at first, but the volume was undeniably increasing.
Rozim couldn't tell when the sound sounded. It might be because he was distracted when talking to Sinrata, or it might be because some substance in the air here had the effect of paralyzing the senses - it was more likely that both were both.
No matter what, there will definitely be situations in that place.
He listened motionlessly and attentively, all the skills developed from the old days were inspired at this moment.
The echoes overlap layer by layer in the tunnel, messy and distorted—there are absolutely more than one sound source, although I can't hear the specific number.
“There are at least a dozen across the street.”
After listening for a while, Rozim came to the conclusion and decided to make more mistakes in pessimism. After all, any pessimistic judgment mistakes can be used as a motivation for people.
However, the situation is really difficult to determine now, because there is an unusual regularity when hearing sounds. In theory, when a large number of people gather in a small space, there should be messy and intermittent sounds.
But the echo sounded very soothing, like the gentle waves by the beach.
"Kron, find a way to get it open and try not to make noise."
Cron thought for a while, then took out four devices and started installing them on the door.
The others were waiting behind.
Then, sparks began to emerge from those devices. Rozim initially thought it was a conventional hot melt door breaker. This kind of thing, Astart, is mainly used to destroy the sturdy hatch.
But when he saw Cron lying on the ground, he realized that things were not that simple-
"Damn you--"
boom--------!
With a loud bang, Rozim flew up directly, then slid in the air for more than ten meters, and finally hit the ground hard.
The other two responded quickly and lay on the ground when they flashed.
"Cron, you lose money!"
When Rozim got up from the ground, he felt his bones shaking. If it weren't for his thicker clothes and his body was stronger than ordinary people, it would have cost him half his life.
"I asked you to find a little more noise, you even heard it on the track!"
"Boss, this is the least noise in everything I do."
Kron also seemed very wronged, and then he looked at the door, which had an extra hole, like an ugly mouth.
"Then you remind me! Labor and capital almost killed you!"
Rozim walked to the brigade, bent down and looked inside, and found a bright avenue covered with bricks and stones, just like the corridor of a palace, but no one was there.
"Go in and take a look."
Rozim was the first to get in, followed by Kron.
But as he learned more about the surrounding situation, his body became colder.
The rock cracks they entered at the beginning were undoubtedly formed naturally. The aisles and walls were rough and there were no traces of artificial carving.
But now, the bumpy ground and uneven rock walls have all disappeared. Through the boots, he can clearly feel the regular ups and downs, and the touch is very smooth. There are many words on the smooth stone walls that he cannot understand.
Such an environment is absolutely inseparable from acquired shaping, but it is unknown whether it is created through long-term human power or through some more evil subspace power.
"What kind of text is this? It's a bit like Gao Gothic, but it's not exactly the same."
Rozim observed the words on the wall, but could not get any thoughts, while Hank Evans was simply a semi-illiterate.
At this time, he noticed that Sinrata was also looking at the wall silently with his head raised.
His instinct told him that this guy knew something.
"Can you understand?"
Rozim asked tentatively, but the other party shook his head slightly.
"don't know."
"But I think you're very focused."
"A conjecture."
"What?"
"There was a period of time when human history was called the Old Night. During this period, due to the barrier of subspace, human colonies were also divided into independent parts and began to develop in the darkness. Many human colonies developed independent languages, but their infrastructure was basically derived from the ancient language of Terra, and they had the same ancestors as Gaugete."
"You mean..."
"It is likely to be a remains of the old Night Age human colony."
As he said that, Sinrata lowered his head and murmured to himself:
"The history of Pai Shangxing is more complicated than I thought."
“So exaggerated…”
Rozim also heard of these statements. Sometimes when he was bored, he would go to the War Chapter Archives to read books. Due to his special identity, Soshiyan gave him the privilege of entering and leaving the Space Marines.
"It seems we are right. This kind of ancient ruins must have a lot of heritage. If the mechanical teachings people like this kind of thing, we will definitely make a fortune!"
But at this time, Hank Evans poured him a basin of cold water inappropriately.
"Boss, but this has been discovered by the Black Legion long ago, I'm afraid there is nothing--"
"Damn, I dare to steal my stuff! Even Abaddon, I dare to beat him up!"
"Um--"
Suddenly, Sinrata, who had been facing the wall, turned around and looked at the other end of the passage, where there was a corner.
"We have to hurry up."
As he said that, he stepped forward and ran.
"Ah? What should I do quickly?"
Rozim was stunned for a second, then followed him.
"Boss, wait for me!"
Then the four of them started running all the way, walking across the intersection and drilling into the tunnel.
It was not until this time that Rozim realized that their movements were only covered by the sounds coming from afar. The sounds were rising and falling like the sea, and the surrounding rocks seemed to be injected into the sound, gradually invading into his mind.
So he speeded up, ran to Sinrata, and asked panting.
"You—just said, hurry up, what does that mean?"
"There's something to start."
"ah?"
At this time, Sinrata turned her head, looked at Rozim, and took off her sunglasses.
A pair of extremely rare green eyes appeared. Rozim had never seen a person's pupils have this color, the kind of green with an unsettling fluorescent texture.
The other party looked at him and said seriously:
"They want to start something that can kill all life on the planet."