Revagalon moved in front of Russell and held the spear in extreme fear of her soul sliding towards the abyss, she was ready to fight the Dark Spirit warriors who came to attack her master, but her body was still trembling, and her tendons in her thighs were cramping slightly and intermittently.

"Relax, no one will come." Russell patted her trembling shoulder: "Let's go, let's go in." ”

Revagalen tried to open his mouth to warn Russell to be safe, but couldn't say anything.

But Russell didn't stop and wait for her, and Revagalen had to tense up and follow him, past the paralyzed security system, and into the fortress.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a withered figure dressed in a very small cloth, holding a sharp blade and rushing towards this side.

"Be careful, master!"

"Wait—"

Russell was about to speak, but before he could react, he was hit by Eva Galen's butt into the corner of the wall, a little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon, and before Russell could get up from the corner, the tip of the spear in her hand had already pierced the throat of the dry figure.

"Master, are you alright, no...... Ay? ”

After doing this, Revagalon found that the withered figure that had been pierced through his throat was still frozen in place, and there was only a look of fear on his flesh and blood slethered face.

This guy is long dead.

The interior of the fortress, where the energy system was completely paralyzed, was dimly lit, but with the help of the helmet's night vision, Revagalen could see a withered, slender body standing in front of the empty vision, as lifeless as the woods in the dry season. Their flesh and blood withered, their expressions hideous, as if they had been drained of their souls by an evil god. Dry skin cracks in the air with a crisp clicking sound.

Click, click......

The soulless corpses of the Eldarns crumbled in front of Revagaren.

"It's a pity, these guys can produce a lot of turbid dust if they are caught and burned." Russell stood up from the corner of the wall with his waist and patted the dust attached to his body: "Rest assured, Revagaron, there are no more living lives in this fortress except for you and me, and the spirit bone machinery powered by psionic energy has also been paralyzed, so there is nothing to fear." ”

Seeing that Revagalen did not react, Russell rested against the wall for a while, and continued:

"The Spirit Race, who has inherited the mantle of the Ancient Saint, has made extraordinary achievements in many subspace-related fields such as soul engineering and observing the future, but the in-depth study of the soul and subspace is not only a manifestation of the strength of the Spirit Empire, but also a constraint on the Spirit Race."

"Subspace is the mirror surface of the real universe, reflecting the emotions and souls of living beings, and all beings with souls are connected to that abyss-like dimension, but the degree of connection is just the depth. Any souled life leaving the subspace means demise. ”

"Of all the races in the universe today, the Spirit Race is undoubtedly the one that has the deepest relationship with the subspace. This also means that once there is a field like the space necromancer's 'exorcism and death domain', a hole in the real universe that is completely isolated from subspace is dug up, then in this void ...... Elves will die faster than any living thing. ”

Slaughtering the spirits, the space necrons are professional.

"Uh...... Reva Galen? Are you listening? Russell looked at the Spirit Clan girl who was standing in place with her spear in her hands, she didn't react to what she said, her body was as stiff as a piece of wood, only her waist and crotch were spasming slightly unnaturally.

"Pee, pee, pee......"

"Oh, I'm scared." Russell stretched out his hands, and the corner of the branch of this network channel suddenly disappeared.

Only then did Revagalen recover from his fear, and he sat down on the ground, hiding his face and weeping.

"You cry slowly, I'll go inside and have a look." Russell walked past Revagaren, who had lost his ability to take care of himself, through the Soulless Grove in front of him, and headed deeper into the fortress.

Walking through the side hall and up the three stairs, Russell came to the hall he had foreseen, where large narrative reliefs were carved on the six walls around the hall, and the weight and vastness of history came to his face.

This mobile structure is perhaps more of a temple of art than a war fortress, and the entire fortress is exquisitely designed, from the decorative pillars to the energy pipes hidden in the walls, and every detail is as beautiful as a work of art, or the whole fortress itself is a huge work of art.

Russell seemed to see a dark spirit clan sitting in front of him with Erlang's legs crossed, tilting his head and saying something: Our old Ida's master is the master, and the mobile fortress used in the war must also pay attention to beauty, showing the enemy our noble sentiments and artistic pursuits as the winner of the battle for heaven......

"I don't know." Russell shook his head and came to the center of the Great Hall of Fine Arts.

An aging spirit, clad in a soft gray robe, stood there, wilted hands like birch branches holding a cloudy crystal ball, his face full of devotion and fanaticism, and death fixed its expression in this moment.

It was just going to blow up the network with this thing? Russell took a closer look, the inside of the crystal ball was turbid, like a bowl of sewage from nowhere, and the two palms, ten fingers, flesh and bones of the aging spirit were completely fused with this turbid crystal ball, regardless of each other.

"Evil things." Russell thought for a moment, grabbed the old spirit's withered arm, and snapped it off with a click.

But just as he took off the crystal ball with his two severed hands, the filth inside the crystal ball flowed.

The cloudy filth flowed within the sphere and converged into a blurred face, and the indifferent eyes devoid of any emotion of the living, making Russell feel like he was looking at a corpse.

"Despicable oathbreaker......" the muffled voice of the blurred face.

Russell raised a middle finger: "Loan sharks are not qualified to accuse the old man." ”

There was a pause in the flow of sewage in the crystal ball, and then the blurred face said, "You will pay the price." ”

"Climb." Russell's palm was slightly forced, and the fine cracks suddenly crawled all over the crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the blurred face distorted slightly, and he groaned and screamed, "Reckoning will come—"

Russell turned a deaf ear to His threat, and a pitch-black crack opened in his palm, draining the cloudy crystal ball into a cloud of residue, leaving only a gloomy sentence: "I will liquidate you, I will devour you...... Oathbreaker, your end is sealed. ”

"Whatever you want, just don't call and harass my wife to collect it." Russell flicked the remnants of the crystal ball in his hand and turned away.

As he walked, Russell thought, "Is this thing a joint debt?" ”

Less than 30 seconds after he walked out of the main hall, swarms of drones swarmed one after another, squeezing the interior of the fortress into a squeeze.

Russell returned to the side hall of the entrance and picked up Revagalon, who was paralyzed on the ground and leaking urine: "There's no time to change clothes, this branch has been opened, let's go, and take the Ophelia node in one go." ”

According to the tone of the end of reincarnation, the dark spirits may already be blowing up the nodes by now.

(End of chapter)