Large swaths of masonry were quickly dug up, and the battle mechs, which were used as engineering mechs, were opened up and shelled the target with cannonballs at close range.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Dozens of shells bombarded down, and the masonry collapsed in a large area, revealing a dark underground passage.

The length, width and height of the passage are about five meters and square.

The flashlight shone in, and the beams hit the diffuse dust, and it was impossible to see the situation inside.

At this time, the Iron Fist mercenary group couldn't wait to drive people down to explore.

Soon an expeditionary team of twelve men was forced by the guns of the Ironfist mercenaries to enter the passage with great reluctance, trembling and groping forward.

"Hurry up!"

"Find something good, get a reward!"

At this time, even the most stupid person would not believe the lies of the Iron Fist mercenary. Unarmed, unprotected and unsupplied to venture into the trap-ridden underground labyrinth, you're prepared to use them to open the way and trigger the trap.

"Da Da Da!"

The next few dragged and dragged on, and those who didn't want to go in were killed by bullets on the spot.

There was no way, and the rest of the people had to bite the bullet and walk inward.

But after a few seconds, the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air was heard, which was extremely dense, followed by screams and wails.

"Wow, ahhhhh

A mercenary covered in arrows rushed out, and the whole person was like a hedgehog, and the wound overflowed with black blood, and the shape was extremely miserable. But what awaited him was a merciless strafing fire, and he fell with wide eyes, dead and dead.

"Next batch!"

An indifferent voice rang out, and the second group of explorers was singled out.

"Damn, fight with them!"

Several of them lost control of their emotions and suddenly burst into flames and threw down the nearest Iron Fist mercenary, without weapons in their hands, they were about to bite their teeth desperately. Several people scuffled together, and the iron-fisted mercenaries around them did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring their companions. One of the knocked out Iron Fist mercenaries was bitten in the throat, blood splattering out and letting out a loud howl.

At this moment, a huge shadow fell from the sky. With a bang, the heavy body smashed on the ground, raising a large cloud of dirt and ash.

"Poof!"

A cold light pierced down, piercing directly through the body of the rebel, and then lifted up. This was followed by the second and third lanes, and several of the resistors were killed in an instant. Sharp iron tools pierced their bodies, held high in the air, blood splattered.

It was a giant steel spider, with eight sharp knobs that pierced the rebel's body.

"Whew!"

As if demonstrating, the steel spider lifted several corpses above his head, his starry compound eyes glowing red, and four pillars of steam erupted from his back, which was amazing.

Chen Xing looked up and saw a tall and thin middle-aged man. He has a stern face, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has a tall hat with a bright red rose stuck in the brim.

In psionic vision, a middle-aged person's body extends a large number of silk threads. The silk thread is very small, like a loose hair, one end of the silk thread connects the body, the other end penetrates deep into the soil, and the faint light points are flowing upwards along the silk thread, merging into the body of the middle-aged person.

Connect to the leylines!

A sign of the Sanctuary powerhouse.

And on the other party's forehead, a milky white silk thread flew out, fluttering, as if there was nothing. At the other end of the silk thread is a giant steel spider. It was a spiritual passage between the host and the spirit, made of pure psionic energy.

In order not to attract the attention of the other party, Chen Xing only observed for a few seconds before looking away.

Seeing the ferocity of the steel spider, those who tried to resist shrank back. There is still a glimmer of life if you go down, and there is only a dead end to resist.

In full view of everyone, the second group of explorers was driven down, and their trembling figures gradually disappeared at the end of the dark passage.

After ten minutes, the third group of explorers entered the underground labyrinth.

"My lord, what should I do?" Wu Erxiong looked frightened and asked in a low voice to Chen Xing. Zeng Daming next to him was also frightened, and looked at Chen Xing with a blank eye.

At this time, only the truly strong are their backbone.

"Wait and see." Chen Xing said lightly. The calm and indifferent attitude suddenly made the two little group leaders feel a lot. The strong man is indeed the strong man, and the sacred mountain collapses in front of him without changing his face.

About an hour later, it was the turn of the seventh group of people to go down, and Chen Xing, who was deliberately standing in the front row, was picked.

"You, and you!" The squad leader of the Iron Fist mercenaries ordered several people in a row and asked them to form a team to go down.

"Me, and me!" "He's my big brother, and I'm going down with him."

Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming rushed forward and asked to be in a group with Chen Xing, which made the team leader stunned for several seconds, probably because he didn't expect that someone would rush down to die.

"I'll go too, I'm going to follow my eldest brother!"

"I want to live and die with my eldest brother."

The squad leader looked suspicious

looked at the people vying for the petition in confusion, and was a little confused. Everyone else wants to stay away, but this group of people is so active, is there really a natural adventurer in these years?

As it was so different from the previous situation, the team leader made an exception and agreed to let them go down together.

More than fifty people rushed into the passage in a majestic manner, and this enthusiasm made the people outside think they were dreaming.

Among these fifty people, most of them were Xiong Hug and the rabble who had seen Chen Xing, and only a few of them joined in the fun.

When he walked a little further, he saw corpses all over the ground. The corpse was strewn with arrows, and black blood was oozing from the wounds.

The flashlight shines on the walls on both sides of the passage, and dense and tiny holes appear in the line of sight, making people's scalp tingle.

It was from these holes that these poisoned arrows were shot.

"I have psionic armor, let me explore first."

Wu Erxiong volunteered, with a blue glow on his body, and walked in the front.

"I'll go too!"

Zeng Daming was not far behind, activating the psionic armor to follow behind the former.

But in fact, both of them are human spirits, and someone has already passed it before, and the mechanism has been triggered, so it is generally not triggered a second time.

The passage was straight, and I walked forward for a few minutes, and there were corpses along the way, some of them were killed by arrows, and some were pierced through the body by spears from the ground, nailed to the ground, and died in a miserable state.

Chen Xingmo counted his steps, and after being more than a kilometer away from the entrance, he stopped the two people in front of him.

"Stand back and take care of the people behind."

"My lord, this is not very good......" "Yes, yes, how can you let an adult put himself in danger."

Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, the more they went forward, the more dangerous they became, but their mouths were righteous and awe-inspiring, looking like I didn't go to hell and who would go to hell.

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Xing still needed the two of them to maintain order, he really wanted to agree to their proposal and let them be cannon fodder in front.

Chen Xing's mind moved, and the spatial crack opened behind him, and two teams of goblins with torches ran out and drove forward.

The pitch-black passage was immediately illuminated by the firelight, and everyone was amazed.

"My lord is really amazing!" "No matter how many traps lie ahead, I'm not afraid."

And just as everyone was immersed in joy, the two people who fell at the end of the team silently made eye contact, walked slower and slower, gradually distanced themselves from the team, and then turned around and ran wildly.

But at this moment, a giant wolf pounced out of the darkness, met it with a bloody mouth, and bit off the head of one of them. The rest of the one was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run, but was immediately beaten to death by the mercenaries who swarmed up.

When these two people saw Chen Xing summoning a goblin, they immediately understood that he was the person the Iron Fist mercenary was looking for, and they wanted to run back to tell the secret and receive merit.

But he didn't know that Chen Xing had expected it, so he used the goblin after walking so far, and secretly summoned the White Wolf King to follow behind the team to prevent anyone from sneaking away.

Seeing the White Wolf King following behind, even those who had ideas dispelled their thoughts and honestly followed the team.

The goblins in front of them constantly trigger traps, poison arrows, spikes, falling rocks, and severed scythes. But these are useless, in front of professional cannon fodder, it's just a life.

Chen Xing would send two teams of goblins every time, and make up for them when they ran out. After exploring for more than twenty minutes, at least two hundred goblins were lost.

Seeing Chen Xing consuming the imperial spirit like this, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming next to him were a little worried.

"Big brother, why do you have so many imperial spirits?"

"If you really can't do it, let the brothers go up, don't use up all your spirits."

Although the words of the two are half-true, this intention is real.

Chen Xing smiled and said, "I'm not an ordinary imperial spirit. ”

"What's that?"

"Legion."

Hearing these two words, Wu Erxiong and Zeng Daming's mood could no longer be described as "worship", they were simply throwing themselves to the ground, and they couldn't wait to kneel down and call their eldest brother on the spot.

"Big brother, shouldn't you, legendary ......"

"You guys think too much, if I were a legend, the ones above should be working now." Chen Xing dispelled the unrealistic illusions of the two.

Although there was a gap with the expected answer, the two were still confident.

What is the concept of a legion? If not legendary, then quasi-legendary.

Because of the presence of the Goblin army, the underground labyrinth with many traps has become flat. Although the screams in front of them constantly reminded them that they were safe at the moment because someone was carrying the weight for them.

This underground labyrinth is very large and intricate. Every time you walk a section of the road, there will be a fork in the road, sometimes one fork, sometimes two, and you forget the direction as you walk.

However, before the fork in the road, the direction is recorded on the wall, and it should not be difficult to find the way in.

"Hala!"

front

The goblins suddenly let out a cry of excitement. Chen Xing quickened his pace, and at the end of the passage was an arched door, which suddenly opened up after entering.

Goblins run with torches, and the light of the fire illuminates the circular underground space.

It appears to be a transit hall with several passages connected.

"We're here to stay." Chen Xing said. It's a spacious place that can be used as a defensive position.

If there are new people coming down, convince them to join, and if it's an Iron Fist mercenary, use the terrain to take them out.

"But we don't have weapons!" Wu Erxiong said with a bitter face. They are unarmed, and those who encounter the same situation can say that it is a big trouble to run into Iron Fist mercenaries.

"It's easy." A ball of light condensed from Chen Xing's hand, which stretched out in a shuttle shape at both ends, turning into an assault rifle.

"Psionic manifestation!" Zeng Daming shouted loudly, and then his face showed ecstasy, "It's saved, everyone is saved!" ”

Everyone was also ecstatic, but anyone who had read the mercenary magazine understood what it meant to create something out of thin air.

This is the mark of a true lord, and it is not something that a quasi-lord of a three-legged cat can compare.

Chen Xing created more than 30 assault rifles, and Xiong Baotuan and Zeng Daming's core members all got the guns.

Psionic energy is the source of the universe and can be transformed into any kind of matter. Spiritual energy manifestation is the transformation of spiritual energy into matter through one's own mental control.

But this is only temporary, and permanent creations can only be done by the legendary emperor-level. If the spiritual connection with Chen Xing is severed, these guns and ammunition will all be re-transformed into psionic energy and escape into the air.

The vast majority of evolutionaries can only create the things they are most familiar with, for example, Chen Xing can only create all kinds of conventional firearms and ammunition, and in terms of cold weapons, there are only tactical daggers and Yingren knives.

Then, Chen Xing sent goblin expeditions in batches to go deep into various passages, investigate the environment, and look for clues.

Although the dungeon is huge and full of traps, compared to the near-infinite goblins, it is only a matter of time before it turns upside down.

PS：

I have to go back to worship my ancestors the day after tomorrow.

Ask everyone for a leave of absence in advance, and you may have to stop for two to three days.

It is said that this year, it will not be given to the mountain, and you can only worship in the old house.

But no matter where you are, as long as you have a heart, it's good.

It's the day of the Qingming Festival again, and I suddenly remembered the beginning of creation, which was also during the Qingming Festival in 2014.

In fact, the reason why I started writing the book was because I was dissatisfied with Yanyu Jiangnan's setting of "ancestor worship" in Sin City.

I'm a big reader of Smoke Man, and he's my favorite and most admired author. Before that, it was Lawson, but after seeing Sin City, he was deeply moved by the quicksand inside, so he listed Yanyu Jiangnan as the first in his mind.

And I chose to publish a book in Zongheng because I hope to follow in the footsteps of the great gods.

The choice of wasteland science fiction combined with Western fantasy, and the addition of Chinese elements to the theme and positioning, on the one hand, stems from its own knowledge structure and preferences, and on the other hand, it is also to follow the footsteps of the great gods.

Gunsmon, Fallout, StarCraft, Warhammer 40k, Dark Elves, Dragonlance Chronicles, Star Wars, as well as Demon Hunter and Eternal Night Monarch have all had a huge influence on me.

But in Sin City, the smoke man's setting of ancestor worship made me very unhappy.

In the book's setting, the worship of the gods is a higher level of existence than the worship of the ancestors.

The ancestors obtained the power of faith through the sacrificial activities of their descendants, gradually ignited the divine fire, and ascended to the altar, but due to the scarcity of the number of believers, the ancestors were third-rate minor gods even if they became gods, and then they were crushed by various high-level gods.

Perhaps this is the state and fact of the world.

But from what I have seen and heard since I was a child, there is no shortage of faith in the land of China. Although each family has its own ancestors, in reality we worship and believe in the same faith.

The incense used to worship the ancestors is by no means less than the candles and oil lamps used in the West to worship the gods.

Hence the end-time totems, the battle of faith between the temple and the temple of splendor.

That is the collision of Western beliefs and Eastern beliefs.

I just want to tell you that we also have faith, and ours is no worse than others.

Others have other people's ancestors, and we have our ancestors, the same glory, the same pride.

The place where the bones of our ancestors are buried is the land we hold onto.

This is what we do, and so will our descendants. Only the faith that belongs to us can be continued, and the pride in the bone marrow can be eternal.

And the end of the totem is also the ancient poem of the Qingming ancestor and Du Mu.

Five years have passed, and although I haven't been able to write very well, I have grown a lot. At least the pen is mature, and what you think in your heart can be expressed clearly and clearly.

Here, I would like to thank you again for being with us all the way to where we are now. I hope that everyone can continue to accompany the captain to sail through the waves and sail farther in the future.

Come on, Ollie give!