Boom –

Even Solid didn't foresee that his attack hitting the metal wall would cause a loud sound like a C4 explosion.

At the same time, a cyan light burst out, piercing his eyes.

At that moment, he thought that he had misjudged, that he had been recoiled and that he would be seriously injured.

However, it did not ......

When he came back to his senses, he was already falling—in a dark and empty environment.

Sollid didn't know if he would be alive the moment he hit the ground, and he didn't even know if he would fall to the ground.

But in any case, his body still made the most reasonable response at the first time; He flushed his face down and spread his limbs to increase air resistance, and was always ready to transfer energy from his body to the ends of each limb to counteract the damage caused by the impact.

Even if it is broken, as long as it can increase the slightest chance of survival, Solid will do what he can to the extreme.

Unexpectedly......

After a few more seconds, Solid's tense body suddenly relaxed.

Because, he has landed.

There was no impact, no pain, and he didn't even notice when he was touching the ground.

When he felt it, he was already lying on the ground.

After a brief moment of surprise, Sollid adjusted his breathing and got up from the ground with his hands propped up.......

Almost as soon as he got up, the space he was in was lit up.

It is a quadrangular room, and the surrounding walls are all metal, and the walls are black; On these black metal walls, a large number of murals and words are engraved, and many cyan energies are like glowing blood under the black skin, flowing and radiating light through the texture of those words and paintings.

Solid looked around for a week, then looked up again; Although he hadn't expected to see the hole he had made, he sighed when he saw the ceiling intact and close at hand.

There is no doubt that he has entered an anomalous space, where the human senses are not reliable, and his "sense of falling" may not be real before, but what he sees, hears, touches and feels at the moment...... It doesn't have to be "real".

All he could do now was act cautiously and pray that his luck would be good enough.

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Time passed imperceptibly, but Solid's quest made little progress.

He scrutinized the entire room, but couldn't find a single crack in the wall, let alone say it.

The frescoes and the text were also things he couldn't read, and maybe Professor Rodrigo could see something about it here, but Solid couldn't.

Fortunately...... Sollid is an extremely calm person, he is very receptive and adaptable to "bad news", and in the face of adversity, his mind is always "this is the case, how can I solve the problem", rather than "I am really unlucky, why is this happening, and who should I dump the blame on".

As a result, he rarely gets frustrated, and prefers to use that time to do something useful rather than waste time on such meaningless emotions.

"Ancient civilizations or aliens...... Unless they know how to penetrate walls, there must be some mechanism in this room to open the exit......" Solid muttered to himself as he felt the wall and slowly moved forward.

He began to re-examine the room by "touching" rather than "seeing", hoping to find clues.

It didn't take long for him to make a discovery...... At that moment, his hand gently stroked the palm-shaped symbol on a fresco, and as a result, within two seconds, the floor beneath his feet lit up, and then a bright cyan light engulfed the entire room.

The light was so strong that it was impossible to open his eyes, and even if Sollid used his hands to protect his eyes, it would not help, because the light could pass through his palms and even his eyelids.

Thankfully, the light didn't last long, and after a few seconds, it dimmed on its own.

Solid quickly reopened his eyes and ...... I saw an incredible change.

The space he was in had changed.

He had been trapped in a quadrangular room, but now he was standing in a triangular room; The walls of the room are still made of black metal, and the walls are also covered with murals and texts lit by green mangs, and the contents of the murals are ...... Although Sollid couldn't read it, he could be sure that it was different from the one in the quadrangular room just now.

"Molecular teleportation?" Solid's surprise immediately popped into his head.

Years ago, Sollid was on an escort mission to a group of scientists secretly funded by the federal government who were working on "molecular delivery technology"; According to Solid's knowledge, the technology was only theoretical, and at least at the time of his contact with those people, there had not been a single successful experiment on living animals.

That escort mission, he completed it smoothly, basically went through the motions...... However, half a month later, he received another "purge order", and the target of the purge was the group of people he escorted at the beginning.

Sollid didn't ask questions about it, and he didn't have any deep friendships with the scientists anyway, so he immediately led the group out......

But when he rushed to the scene, all that awaited him was the ruins of a research institute that seemed to have been bombed by missiles, and a large number of broken corpses from humans and other experimental animals.

After that, EAS is said to have taken over the investigation and launched an operation codenamed "Hunt", but that has nothing to do with Solid, the only thing he can be sure of is ...... In the aftermath of this incident, research projects on "molecular transport" have been shelved by the Federation.

Unexpectedly, today, in the ruins buried deep in the ground (although not very certainly, Solid was inclined to think that he was inside the pyramid at this moment) he actually saw ...... And I experienced a similar, very mature conveyor technology.

"Mudra!" After thinking for a moment, Sollid quickly thought of the trigger for teleportation.

Without saying a word, he began to search for the handprint symbol in the triangular columnar room; Five minutes later, he searched through all five metal walls and found three.

The slightly smaller size of the mudra symbols made them look less like an adult's hand and more like a child, which undoubtedly reminded Solid of the small "black shadow" he had tracked before, and if nothing else, there must have been some connection between the vanishing black shadow and the facilities in front of him.

But for now, Solid's priority is how to get out of this space while he is still strong, and he can wait until he is safe to think about other things.

"Each mudra can teleport people to a different place...... "Solid's gaze swept over the three mudra symbols one by one, "If I can read the murals or the text on the wall, I should know where the teleportation is going, but unfortunately, ......"

For helpless things, Sollid is also very open, if he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, at this moment, just try his luck calmly.

In this way, he embarked on a long "teleportation journey".

I don't know how long it was, after visiting hundreds of rooms made of geometric figures, Solid's hope was ...... Gradually extinguished.

He had the idea that he might no longer be in that pyramid.

Regardless of whether the space he broke into belonged to an ultra-ancient civilization or an alien, since these guys had mastered molecular teleportation technology, the concept of "space" was not limited to a certain building; Theoretically, any room Sollid is in could be on Earth...... No...... It is located at any coordinate point in the universe.

Perhaps the rooms are endless, and unless he knows the pattern or deciphers the information on the walls, random teleportation will never allow him to find the exit.

Thoughts like these, what will bring ...... Naturally, there is fear, despair.

During the first dozens of teleportations, Sollid would take a rough note of the shape of the room and the murals on the walls as he went to each room; But as the number of transmissions increased, the accumulation of information made short-term memories blurry and confusing, and he had to give up remembering complex information and only remember the number of transmissions.

And after teleporting more than 200 times, even the "counting" has become a kind of torment, because after each teleportation, all that awaits you is disappointment...... The gradually increasing number is also slowly losing its meaning.

What made Sollid even more unsettling was ...... After teleporting more than 300 times, he realized that he had not been able to feel the "passage of time" since then.

Even if Sollid had been in these rooms for more than five hours, he was not hungry, thirsty, sleepy, or tired until now......

There were times when he couldn't help but wonder if he might be dead, and that this was a "hell from which he could never escape".

All objective factors are causing the madness to grow and pound against the walls of reason in the mind...... If you were an ordinary person, you would have gone crazy or committed suicide, but Solid was still working hard and didn't give up.

And his persistence, his iron will, did not fail him; After the Nth teleportation, Solid's actions finally progressed - he met people, and two people at all.

"Sir!" When Soldier No. 2 saw Solid, he was also in a state of extreme excitement, "Oh my God! You're still alive! ”

"Unbelievable......" Rodrigo seemed to disbelieve it, and stepped forward to pinch Solid's arm before saying, "Solid, it's been more than a month, how did you survive?" ”

"You say...... What the? Sollid was very happy to see these two, but the professor's words immediately made him shiver and shudder.