At first, everything was silent.

Thick frost of snow white and cold condenses on the surface of the metal plating.

There is no sound, no light.

This is the secret and forbidden realm of the dead.

Then, the small pendant shook slightly.

The eyeballs began to roll slightly.

The sound of metal grinding silently descended, breaking the silence of death.

His key is injected into his body.

The first time, the reboot was unsuccessful.

The second time, it wasn't hot enough, just a little bit.

The third time, in the midst of his relentless attempts and a sigh of the roar of the reactor, he opened his eyes.

Where is this?

It was unusually dark, and he blinked, and the sensor didn't detect any light signals at first.

But the other sensors are still working.

Sensations from sensors at the ends of his limbs, which were gradually regaining consciousness, told him that he was still on the surface of a planet, as the relatively normal gravitational field with such a clear directivity indicated that he was not suspended in the void.

He also stepped on some solid, hard surfaces under his feet, flat, not shaky, solid, rocky.

He tried to run more sensor systems, and okay, there's some air in there, albeit of terrible quality—pretty bad, oh, and moderate levels of radiation that interfere with sensor scanning so badly that the environment can't count on any unprotected normal humans, he thought. But why are there so many metal substances used by humans?

The rest of the sensors then gave him a taste of ceramic steel, steel, alloys, oil, promethine, and other inorganic substances that were thousands of times more concentrated than Iron Blood...... And, there was a certain smell and feeling of death that disgusted him, faint, but it was there.

This made him frown.

The reactor's readings continued to rise slowly but steadily, filling each of his servos and power joints with energy gauges that had been depleted at some point, and the energy levels of all systems had bottomed out and needed to be replenished, including his shields and weapon systems.

Thankfully, he woke up in time, thanks to the high level of autonomy of the upgraded life support system, which seemed to have saved his life in the end.

A large amount of hot gas from the exhaust port melted the frost covering his body, and clumps of frost fell downward, smashing onto the ground and turning into debris and ice water.

Strange, why didn't he remember what he had done to drain all his energy and reserves?

He called up the log and glanced at the most recent system log projected in front of him.

There have been no recent logs of new operations, nor have there been any such operational requirements.

And for him, a handy weapon is enough, after all, he's-

Suddenly, some cold, terrifying, violent, tentacle of an indescribable creature deep into the gizza and basal nucleus region of his brain made even him curl up and curl up -

The pendant swayed, the eyes rolled again, the metal feathers shook, and the gray black ice fell down.

The sting that melted his consciousness began to fade, and he began to take back the initiative of his thoughts, and he found himself able to think again.

In view of the strange sting of Fang Cai, he was highly vigilant of the movements around him, and did not make any rash movements, but patiently waited for his shield and weapon systems to come back online, and finally, the energy gauge turned green, and the two systems were re-online with the highest priority at his request.

He tried to lift his foot on one side, and the heavy steel fell to the ground, raising a layer of smoke filled with fine radioactive dust.

At the same time, he noticed the different weight distribution on one of his shoulders, and he turned his head with difficulty to meet a pair of metallic mechanical eyes.

The golden mechanical Garuda was staring at him.

Finding that he turned his head to look at it, the big metal bird spread its broad wings, opened its sharp beak, and let out a silent chirp, as if to express something - uh, the joy of seeing him come to his senses?

He pondered for a moment where the familiarity of this thing came from.

In the end, he pulled out a figure in white power armor and a golden eagle-shaped iron aura on the back of his head from countless memories - so it seems that this is not an iron aura, this is a mechanical pet bird?

As his brain regained its temperature, he remembered more and more bizarre scenes of life on the Ironblood, which he had never known, and finally the presence of the mechanical bird allowed him to at least be sure that those were not his depraved conjectures or crazy dreams in the endless silence and darkness of this grave.

"Well, bad news, not companion, good news, you're from the same place as me...... Something that can move. ”

He muttered to himself, surprised at the breadth and height of the echo of his normal speaking level sound waves being picked up by sensors in the place.

Garuda responded with a small chirp.

"It's very good that you can still respond to me on your own, very good, then you can stand here."

The bird's sharp metal claws gripped the edge of the armor at the back of his helmet.

"Maybe you can stand in a different place, clever bird."

However, the other party obviously did not intend to change places obediently, and simply folded his legs and squatted directly on top of his head, if this situation was seen by a certain Gutera coffee lover, he would definitely say that their current situation is very similar to a certain gray-bellied white-pawed blue cat with a domestic chicken.

"Okay. So let's see what's going on here. I had a feeling of extreme malaise, and it was getting stronger. ”

He couldn't scan a single light or life signal, but the vague results of the scan told him that there were obviously many similar large metal statues around him, and this strange situation made him finally choose to turn on the shield generator first, and then turn on his searchlight.

The moment the light illuminated the large, silent tomb-like cavern, he and Garuda hissed.

Under the bright searchlight pillars, it's all about—

A whole hall of the apparently artificially excavated cavern, where the bottom was still not visible at the end of the pillar of light—all of which—

Rows and rows, silent, various models of Dreadnought and abnormally large heavy weapons with the legion insignia he knew and were unfamiliar with—yes, the Terminators who were too big to be right, not Terminator Power Armor, and Dauntless! But he was absolutely sure that there was no sign of life in this place until the first location!

And these things that look normal on the outside make him feel very abnormal! Garuda flapped her wings and let out a series of uneasy chirps.

So here, (Gothic sweary) (Chemos factory foul-mouthed) What the hell is this place?! What the hell is going on here?!

Fogham Ishtar finally couldn't help but curse when he saw such a terrifying and strange scene in front of him.

Wail.

Hee-hee-——————

(End of chapter)