The Emperor’s Angel of Death

As the Inquisition squad progressed, the reality scene quickly became dizzying, and if it wasn't for the twisted angle of the columns, Lennart Meyers might have thought they were descending in the same wide room. .

The repetition of the room seemed eerily eerie, and there seemed to be some intent in it, though he couldn't guess what it meant.

But he is well aware of the size of the space.

Although it is a closed space, the space is huge, so the concept of space will be distorted to a certain extent in the human brain.

When the rooms are repeated, suggesting infinite directions, they do not have any substantial function, nor store anything, but they do have meaning.

A certain intent is immersed in its even, flawless crimson.

They came to the lowest level, a few floors up, the openings in the exterior had been buried by the rock and the team was now below the depth at which the structure was buried.

The brightness of the light was the same as before, and this room had the same structure as all the rooms they had passed through before, but without the window, it was replaced by a circular opening that formed a stone tunnel leading to the middle of the plateau.

Its shape made Lennart Meyers feel more like a pipe than a passage, and it only extended forward about 15 meters before being blocked by rocks.

There are no other forks. Their journey seems to be coming to an end here.

The Tech Priest said before Lennart Meyers asked:

"I still don't have any readings."

The Inquisitor said nothing for a moment, the light on his helmet glowed brighter red, and his frustration seemed to mirror the surrounding light.

"This kind of ruin was discovered by unnatural means, and this work must require strength, and its source must be somewhere."

"But maybe not here."

The one-eyed mercenary suggested again:

"Maybe we're heading in the wrong direction."

Lennart Meyers looked at the outer wall of the curved pipe. He was a little confused about the design of the stone sculpture, so he checked it carefully.

It was built by means of brickwork, the joints are barely visible, no grouting is required, the stones are perfectly joined together, each stone is engraved with an image of the room he had just been in, and there are pillars on it, forming a Row of windows, wide spaces, and reduced to abstract lines.

connected lines.

like a circuit.

"It's a machine."

After a long while, Lennart Meyers suddenly said something amazing.

"I see, we're inside a machine."

"machine?"

The tech-priest repeated in a questioning tone, as if Lennart Meyers was a blasphemous heretic.

"Look."

Lennart Meyers pointed to the wall.

"We see so many duplicate rooms, but the rooms themselves don't make sense, they could have worked together, like cells."

"what is it used for?"

"I don't know, but I can see the energy filling it."

"I don't see anything that cannot be explained by changes in the warp."

The tech-priest looked a little annoyed.

"If it's a machine, it's just a sluggish machine, and the information doesn't do us any good."

Lennart Meyers thought for a while, and suddenly fired a round of fire at the rubble blocking the road with the gun in his hand.

The rubble quickly collapsed, much looser than he had imagined, although removing it completely was still a daunting task.

At this point, he noticed that the Stormtroopers were waiting.

"What did you find?"

"not found."

Lennart Meyers is not going to give up, and although there is no way out now, he has one last option.

"Hello Melissa, let her down, I need her strength."

Soon, the Inquisitor's order was conveyed to the ground, and Melissa put on her gear, grabbed her own pistol, and followed the Stormtrooper into the ground.

She followed their footsteps, the dull thump of boots on the ground replaced by the hollow thump of wood.

"Be careful, ma'am."

"thank you."

She stepped onto a narrow platform, but now the world was no longer clearly visible in her mind, full of shadows, surrounded by a great blank, and the tap of her cane let her know she was on the ground.

The colonists erected a rough scaffolding on the surface of the building, and the pothole was located at the base of the gatehouse, where the earth initially collapsed, and where the Inquisitor ordered preliminary excavations.

Minor excavations continued in the other three fissures, but none had a clear advantage and most of the effort was concentrated here.

There are uneven steps, rough sawn, that meander down between rough platforms.

The further down she went, the more blank and chaotic the world became, forcing her to use almost all her mental power to block damage, leaving only a small amount of energy left to keep herself moving and interacting with the physical world.

Soon, when entering the darkness, anxiety rose and a bubble formed in her spiritual world.

It was worthless and dangerous, and she suppressed it with stronger force, walking forward, and walking down step by step.

Ahead of her, the heavy footsteps of the Stormtrooper had changed, and now there was the echo of the hard stone.

"We're about to enter the ruins."

Now she has turned to the right.

She turned on the lights and found that the previous platform was gradually replaced by a smooth structure, as she was crossing the threshold.

Melissa clearly saw the outline of the arch, as if the rupture with the warp suddenly stopped, and when she entered, her consciousness increased a hundred times compared to before.

Time is gone.

The world disappeared.

Only chaos.

She was then attacked, and attacks poured in from all directions, overwhelmed her barriers and immersed her in deformed energy.

This is not a random intrusion, it has a specific shape, a purpose, and exists in time.

But there is a voice.

It was Lennart Meyers who was calling her name, grabbing fragments of reality, wrestling with the frenzied turbulence, and reaching the shore, bit by bit, regaining her voice, touch, and mind.

Then she was surprised to find that she was still standing, with the Inquisitor standing in front of her.

"Can you continue?"

"Can."

The word signifies a victory.

"Sir, people say this building is lifeless, it's not"

"We know there is twisted energy, that's all."

The Inquisitor glanced around and said:

"Bird Divination"

"no change."

It was still the technical priest who spoke.

"Still incoherent waveforms."

Melissa grunted ~www.readwn.com~ and moved on.

Going down and deeper, she was gradually involved in the mental wind, and taking a step was a war in itself.

She had one hard victory after another, and the more painful it was, the closer she felt she was getting to something.

Time shattered again, she was in anger and anticipation, and when she realized the plane beyond her struggle, she had stopped moving.

Lennart Meyers' voice cut through the haze, as if from another distant planet.

"There's no way out, we can't move on."

The effort to speak brought her to the brink of collapse, but the responsibility kept her straight.

"No, we're very close."

She stretched out her left hand and brushed her palm across the rock wall.

"What's this?"