The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Walking on the metal floor with crunching sounds for about ten meters, Soya suddenly saw a group of people walking in the distance in the aurora night, they were the guard, according to instructions patrol, but different casting world of the guard seems to try to avoid each other, leaving a larger space.

The further inside, the more patrols, the sky also began to appear dragon wing soldiers and ornithopters, it is clear that the mechanical sages attach great importance to this.

Arriving at the edge of a mountain crevice, it was already brightly lit, with various equipment roaring, like a camp, Soya was led to a lift, and then began to descend.

During the descent, darkness gradually swallowed his figure, but was soon lit by lighting balls nailed to the cliff face, after lowering about a thousand meters, the lift stopped, Soya walked out and found himself in a deep valley, looking up was a winding crevice.

"This width . . . can Titans be transported in? I didn't look carefully just now, but it seems to be only about a hundred meters wide?"

The light at the bottom of the valley was stronger than above, with servitors and work robots everywhere, as well as mechanical priests hurrying about, they would respectfully bow their heads when they saw Soya.

After walking hundreds of meters along the road signs, Soya arrived at his destination, here he could not see the crevice when he looked up, which meant that it was located in the belly of the mountain, this place was a wide space, the ground was very flat, with traces of artificial modification, and huge metal pillars could be seen around, which may be used to support the rock body, at the end there was a magnificent gate, Soya had only seen this kind of gate in one place -

The Titan Legion's fortress.

"Is this a lost Titan Legion fortress?"

Soya muttered to himself as he looked at the gate, then looked at Ditrian.

"Sage, is this possible?"

"Chapter Master, the possibility . . . is very low."

Ditrian shook his head, at this time his body was much larger than when he first came to the Astral Knights, many new technologies were added to his body, Soya was also very generous to his own people, now his size was almost the same as Soya's, a bit of the attitude of a casting general.

"This planet has never had any intersection with any casting world . . ."

"That's hard to say, this world first became a colony of the human Empire in 979.M35, and then a warp storm broke out, isolating it from the outside world, until 437.M39 when it was rediscovered by the Empire, there were thirty-five centuries in between with no clear record."

Soya walked towards the gate, at this time many mechanical priests were gathered here, they were clearly divided into four piles, representing the four casting worlds,

The four sages stood at the four corners, saying nothing, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual, or as if they were confronting each other.

"Sorry, I was delayed by something, I'm late."

Finally, a relaxed voice broke the deadlock, all the sages and priests turned around.

"Welcome, Governor-General."

Soya walked over while applauding.

"Thank you, everyone, thanks to your efforts and talent, we were able to discover this treasure in such a short time."

Then he stopped and looked at the representative of Ulan Huda.

"So, is there any difficulty now?"

"Sir, after a comprehensive inspection, no danger was found, nor were there any defense systems, we have entered the control system of the gate and can open it at any time."

"Is it that simple? This doesn't seem like the way the Mechanical Cult treats divine machines, hiding them unguarded in a place."

Soya looked up at the gate for a while before lowering his head and looking at the people.

"So, why not open it?"

The sage of Zhao-Akada replied: "We are negotiating the entry process, but out of some adversarial distrust . . ."

Soya raised his hand to interrupt the other party.

"I understand, there is no need for everyone to say those divisive words, with me here, they can't run away, so rest assured, so, open the door?"

Under Soya's strong intervention, the sages immediately abandoned the dispute and began to get busy, Soya turned to Ditrian beside him and smiled bitterly:

"Even who goes in first has to be argued over?"

"Chapter Master, there has never been any trust between the casting worlds, and only your strength can hold them together."

"Does it sound like I'm a tyrant?"

Just then, various warning sounds rang out, followed by flashing red warning lights, followed by the roar of giant equipment operating.

Ka ka ka——

As if the bones buried underground for many years were moving again, when the silent piston slowly moved, it made a sharp and ear-piercing friction sound, followed by the roar of the transmission, like an old donkey pulling an overweight cargo with all its might.

Slowly, in the midst of various deafening mechanical roars, the towering metal gate more than a hundred meters high began to show slight activity, and then little by little, little by little, it expanded outward, when a pitch-black gap appeared in the center of the originally sealed gate, Soya smelled the decaying breath coming towards him, as well as various messy odors, such as the smell of rust, the thick smell of machine oil, etc.

Finally, when the gap in the door widened to ten meters, the gate stopped, several servo skulls floated in first, and a few minutes later, the darkness was illuminated.

". . . this facility uses geothermal function and has been maintaining the minimum power."

Hearing the words of the sage of Ulan Huda, Soya asked curiously:

"How many years has it been maintained?"

"About ten thousand years."

"Can it last that long?"

"Not many subsystems, just maintaining some simple equipment."

"Interesting, let's go in and take a look."

As Soya walked towards the gate, the other sages followed him.

As soon as he stepped inside, Soya heard the whirring of fans, looking around, the scene in front of him was even more shocking.

This was a huge space carved out in the depths of the mountain, with a long metal bridge in the center, and high-power searchlights on the edges, with rock as the base, estimated to be fifty meters wide, with bottomless abysses on both sides of the bridge, spaced tens of meters apart, these were huge machines of God, they were fixed in shrines carved into the rock walls, the paint was crimson combined with light gray, slightly drooping their heads, really like sleeping gods.

Walking on the bridge was like entering the tomb of a dead god, even Soya felt a sense of insignificance.

"Warhound . . . Rapier . . . Warlord . . ."

Soya's gaze swept over the Titans, and finally he stopped in front of a Warlord class, he looked at the flag hanging between the Titan's legs, on which was a symbol of a skull pierced by a spear.

At this time, the sages seemed to have discovered something and were constantly whispering privately, Soya turned to the sages beside him and said:

"I don't recognize the mark of this Titan Legion, but I guess you all should have seen it."

The one who answered him was the sage of Aratimoss.

"Sir, this is . . . this is the Piercer Legion of High Varia."