Pell doesn't describe Zhukov much, but it's enough to give Frankimir the creeps. In Franky Mir's eyes, Zhukov is a lewd pervert, a vicious scum, a good-for-nothing bastard.

Whenever he thought of Zhukov's strange appearance, Frank Mimir always had a nightmarish feeling that made him want to vomit.

The old guy didn't look like a normal human from any point of view. As long as you look at him, anyone can see that he is a devil, and only a demon like him will brutally kill Larissa, just like he treated Blok cruelly, no one with a conscience can do such a cruel thing.

Frankimir followed Pell as he walked forward, listening to Pell talk endlessly. It seems that Pell is very good at talking and is a natural chat wizard. Any simple trivial thing can make him gush endlessly, as if more is not enough.

"It's pretty much nearby." Pell didn't talk about Mai or Zhukov anymore, he stopped talking and stood still, carefully observing his surroundings, as if looking for something.

"What's nearby? You mean the Divine Beast...... Or ......" Frankie Mill stared blankly at Pell and suddenly seemed to realize what Pell was saying.

"Let's go to the foot of the mountain over there, I think the secret passage for the beasts to enter and exit should be around here. It looks pretty much the same everywhere, so I'm not sure where the secret passage is, so it seems like we need to look it up. Pell said and immediately ran toward the foot of the hill he was pointing.

Frankimir hesitated for a moment, then immediately caught up with Pell and followed closely behind Pell. He didn't know what Pell was going to do, or whether the secret passage that Doupel said was dangerous, or where they would meet something, and he still didn't fully trust the man in front of him.

Therefore, Frankimir did not intend to keep a long distance from Pell so that in case of any danger, he would be able to piggyback Pell and not let the guy get out alone.

Just stick to Pell's side. He didn't have a chance to set a trap for himself, and if Pell couldn't keep him safe, he wouldn't have attacked him. Frankimir intends to follow Pell from now on.

Even so. Frankimir still didn't dare to be careless, he took advantage of Pell only looking for the secret passage and didn't have the time to pay attention to himself following behind him, Frankimir took the opportunity to open the safety bolt of the "Heart of Gustav" on his left arm, ready to attack at any time. In this way, we can guard against dangers that may arise at any time.

With Peer's unremitting efforts, they finally found a deep crater about 100 meters in diameter in the shady mountain hollow. Seeing such a huge cave, Frankimir felt more than just a chill. The huge crypt in front of him is by no means comparable to the condescending tunnels of Gulagri.

Until then, Frankimir thought that the crypt of the Gulag was already unspeakable, but it wasn't until he saw the crypt in front of him that Frankimir really understood the true meaning of the word.

The pitch-black cavern was lifeless and lifeless, and one felt endlessly cold, dark, and terrifying. There is also a strong pungent stench that constantly spreads from the cave, making the scalp tingling unbearable.

The empty cave makes people shudder. Looking at the dark cavern in front of him, Frankimir became a little hesitant to see if he should really follow Pell into the darkness of the unknown road ahead.

"Let's go, maybe that's our only hope." Pell said, untying the towel from his arm and tying it under his nose. Use it to plug your nostrils.

The foul stench of the cavern was equally unbearable for Pell to make him unable to stop his nose.

Franky Mir also studied Pell and searched for a long time in his ion suit. It's a misfortune that I haven't found anything that can be used to plug my nose.

"What's in there?" Frank Mire asked, a little puzzled.

"The base under the Dragon Court, the sixteen divine beasts are said to be all locked up here, and it is also in the last few days, after the death of the King of the Northeast, that I learned that there was such a place in the Twin Cities. So I came here recently. So the impression is still relatively deep for the time being, that's why I found the passage so smoothly, I think the underground base here should be the largest arsenal in the Twin Cities. Now we can go to the underground base of the Dragon Court through the tunnels, and then sneak into the Dragon Court from the underground base, so that we can find Mai in the Dragon Court and let her help us escape from Zhukov's clutches. It's our only hope, so I think it's worth the risk. Pell said as he turned on the light on his shoulder.

The clothes that Pell wears on his body should be roughly the same as Frankimir's ion suit, which is an indispensable thing for driving the seventh-generation mecha. It's just that the technical level of each other's suits is different, and Pell's suit is slightly heavy, and it is not like Frankmir's suit, which shows a shiny streamlined shape. In addition to the large and small connections, Pell also carried a lot of things on his suit, and even had an armed belt for placing magazines, but Frankmir's suit seemed to have nothing, just a slippery suit.

Compared to the two suits, Pell's suit is more like a small hazmat suit, while Frankimir's suit is more like a sleeveless swimsuit, like the sharkskin swimsuit worn by swimmers competing in the Olympic Games.

"I really don't know if it's right or wrong, do you think we really should do it?" Frank Mire asked, slightly skeptical.

"We have no choice, I hate this place too, but this is the only way we can do it, we can only succeed in being rescued if we find Mai, otherwise we will all die at the hands of that Zhukov. We must reach the Dragon Court before him, and if he preempts him, the consequences may be unimaginable. Pell said, leading the way into the pitch-black cavern.

Frank Mill shook his head helplessly, not understanding why he was always involved in these things. They walked cautiously and slowly in the dim light, and there was the excrement of mythical beasts everywhere, and some decomposing animal carcasses, and the disgusting stench was everywhere, enough to suffocate people.

After the two of them walked into the cave, they never said a word, and even if there was something that had to be said, the current situation could only make them swallow all the words into their stomachs. They are completely incapable of conversing in such an environment, or even breathing in such an environment.

The depth of the cave was far greater than Frank Jimmy had imagined, and they walked for hours on end, still showing no signs of reaching the end.

Every minute here is longer and more difficult than ever. The foul air seems to have the effect of freezing time, and Frankimir himself does not know whether it is really a long time that has passed, or whether the frozen air has lengthened every minute and every second.

Franky Mirizz tried his best to control his emotions in the darkness and stench, and his patience had reached the limit of such unbearable filthy environment, and he really wanted to ask Pell how far he was going, but he couldn't spit out a word in the foul air.

About another hour later, Pell suddenly grabbed Frankimir, who had been in the suffocating darkness for a long time, and his vigilance towards Pell had long since been involuntarily consumed by the stench.

Pell's sudden move really scared Frank Miir a lot. He waved his fist and prepared to fight back, but saw Pell put his right index finger deep and shake it on the bridge of his nose, and Frankimir immediately realized that Pell was asking him not to make a noise and to be as quiet as possible.

Both of them slowed down, their legs raised lightly, their every move very cautious, trying not to make any noise as much as possible.

Pell's actions made Frank Jimmy understand that they would soon be able to leave this filthy cavern and enter the underground base of the Dragon Court.

He hadn't gone far when Frankimir heard the roar of the beast, and it seemed that he had guessed correctly, and they were finally about to reach their destination. Finally able to get out of this nightmarish cavern, Frankimir thinks he will really suffocate if he continues to stay here.

At the end of the dark cave, there was a faint light and all kinds of noises, one after another, endlessly.

Pell leaned against the cave wall, cautiously and slowly. Frankimir followed Pell as well, trying to keep the same movements as he could. Although he felt that these disgusting rock walls were not much better than the excrement of divine beasts scattered all over the place, now was not the time to pick and choose, not to mention that it was not the first time he had encountered such a harsh environment.

The two crept out of the cavern, and what appeared before them was like Dante's hell, an unreachable ring of armaments, full of cyborg beasts imprisoned in iron prisons, and all kinds of mechas, as well as countless guns, ammunition, and defensive armor, the number of which was dizzying and unimaginable.

Since the various facilities in the underground base are basically powered by steam, there are steam pipes everywhere, and boiling and roaring white smoke can be seen everywhere.

The steam that filled the underground base not only made the entire underground base gray, but the indoor temperature was also extremely high, which was a little unbearable.

The temperature of the Twin Cities was already very strange, and in this cold winter, the Twin Cities were able to reach a high temperature of more than 30 degrees that can only occur in tropical areas. And at this moment, in this underground base, I am afraid that it is far more than 30 degrees, maybe more than 40 degrees, such a temperature is enough to make people faint in shock.

Frankimir and Pell were soaked in less than a minute after entering the underground base. They couldn't tell if it was because the steam from the underground base was so thick that it easily soaked their bodies, or because the heat was so high that they were sweating profusely, or both.

It's not really an armament depot, it's a huge Turkish sauna by all accounts. (To be continued.) )