Data Wasteland

"Who made you do this?"

The sound is not loud, but it is full of majesty.

In the command tent of the Thunder Fire regiment, Tienuo sat in the center. A group of strong men surrounded him, all bowed their heads, as if they had done something wrong.

"Say!" Tienuo glared at them, slammed the table, and yelled, "Dare to do it?" His voice was thunderous, making people's ears buzzing. Due to excessive force, the bandage tied obliquely on his chest leaked blood.

"Big brother..." Huozui hesitated to speak.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but there is no sound. Tienuo squinted his eyes, his eyes bursting with cold light, which was a sign that he was about to have an attack.

"it's me."

A faint voice came from behind, and Tienuo's expression immediately froze.

"I asked them to do this, blame me if you want to blame." Shen Guangming walked around in front of him, nodding.

Tienuo did not speak, but his face gradually eased.

When everyone saw this, they all breathed a sigh of relief. This time it will be the same as usual, as long as Staff Shen speaks, the head of the regiment will not be held accountable.

"That matter still needs a lot of manpower and material resources..." Shen Guangming slowly explained. But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"The last time." Tienuo's voice was very soft, but the firmness contained in it was something that everyone could feel.

For a time, the audience was silent, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

"Yes." Shen Guangming bowed slightly and bowed, "Thank you, and forgive my waywardness once again."

Tienuo raised his head, closed his eyes, and was silent for a few seconds, and finally raised his hand to signal that everyone had dispersed.

At about the same time, Chen Xing and A Qiaomu found the entrance to the upper floor, walked up the spiral staircase, about thirty or forty steps, and came to an open hall.

"Magrant..."

The torches on the wall ignited automatically, lighting up one by one like street lamps, and finally the whole hall was lit up.

It is still a sarcophagus, but the number is much smaller. The coffin is a few meters away from the coffin, and it is obvious that the identity of the person buried on this floor is higher.

This floor is also very large, with a length and width of more than one kilometer, but due to the large spacing of the sarcophagi, the view is wide, and three stairways in the distance can be seen. It is estimated that one of them is going down, and the other two are going up.

Chen Xing licked his lips, feeling one step closer to the Witch King's treasure.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a loud noise came from under my feet, as if the whole hall was shaking. Chen Xing squatted down vigilantly and looked around. After being quiet for a while, intensive gunfire suddenly sounded below, and it seemed that someone followed and a battle broke out.

"Boom...boom..."

My feet vibrated again, and then I saw a green ball of light floating in the middle of the hall. During the ascent, the light ball kept trembling and seemed very unstable. Chen Xing and A Qiaomu quickly fell.

When the light ball rose to more than two meters high, it suddenly exploded. A bright green light wave radiated in all directions. In an instant, he passed by the two of them, and then returned to calm.

A Qiaomu next to him touched his body and seemed to be checking whether he had missing arms or legs. Chen Xing didn't feel the danger, so naturally he didn't need to be checked.

After a few seconds, there were heavy rubbing sounds everywhere. Looking at it, all the coffin lids are moving. The speed is very slow, but very scary.

Chen Xing immediately guessed that, in all likelihood, the black skeletons saw the space door open and followed in to explore the treasure. I don't know what mechanism I touched, which caused the abnormal situation.

What kind of monsters are hidden in these opening sarcophagi?

"Go!"

Chen Xing didn't think much, dragged A Qiaomu and ran to the upper entrance. He wanted to take advantage of the things in the sarcophagus to go up first and leave them to the people behind to deal with them.

The wind was blowing at Chen Xing's feet, and soon he ran to the nearest stairway. With good luck, he was upward.

Before entering, he saw from the corner of his eye a dry corpse crawling out of the sarcophagus and slowly floating up in the air. The sunken eye sockets bloomed with green awns, as if an invisible air current was blowing from below, blowing the broken robe into turbulence.

The two rushed up with their heads down. As soon as they entered the third floor, a red light wave swept over their heads, and then the coffin lids slowly rose.

The space on this floor is similar to the one below, but there are fewer sarcophagi. At a glance, there were only fifty or sixty, which seemed very empty.

"Ready to fight."

Chen Xing felt a slight tingling on his scalp, and quickly took off the assault rifle, opened the safety lock, and poured psychic energy. A Qiaomu pulled out the scimitar, tightened his muscles, ready to go.

A group of dry corpses sat up from the sarcophagus, their yellow hair was blown wildly by the invisible air current, and the green awns in their eyes became more and more prosperous. The closest one turned his head slowly, and seemed to spot Chen Xing two people, holding the bronze scepter in their bones, and waved here!

"call out!"

A green light shot out from the jewel on the head of the stick, and the two separated from each other. The green light passed through it and hit the wall with a huge roar. The whole hall was shaking, and the dust was falling down like an earthquake.

"Da da da!"

Chen Xing fired back with his gun, and three psionic rifle bullets hit the living dead wizard, suddenly blue light appeared and shot it down from mid-air.

Seeing that the attack was effective, A Qiaomu immediately ran to the side of a living dead wizard against the corner.

"Shoo!"

The light beams hit behind her one after another, causing a large indentation of the bathtub on the wall. Chen Xing rushed to the other end, constantly shooting at the living dead wizard in the air.

In a blink of an eye, A Qiaomu ran near the target, jumped up and kicked on the wall, leaped into the air with his strength, holding a knife in both hands, and struck the living dead wizard suspended on the top of the coffin. Only a sound of "brushing" was heard, the black blood flew out in an arc, and half of the head fell to the ground.

On the other side of the hall, Chen Xing ran and fired, and the rifle bullets that strengthened the fire damage hit the dry body and burned quickly. From a distance, it looks like a fireball in the air.

But the flame didn't seem to do much damage to them, and they still waved their cane to shoot out green light.

"Woo..."

The low voice echoed in the empty hall, and the one who had just been knocked down by the bullet climbed up and rose back into the air.

For a while, the green lights flashed in the hall and roared constantly. Several beams of light are intertwined, and the sand, gravel and dust are like rain, as if the entire dome is about to collapse. Fortunately, these living dead wizards are slow, as long as they maintain sufficient movement speed, they can't shoot.

"Here!"

During the battle, Chen Xing found the entrance to the upper floor and hurriedly called A Qiaomu to come over. The latter moved extremely fast against the wall, made a big circle, and finally merged with Chen Xing.

Several beams of light hit the wall, distorting the wall. The two plunged into the stairwell and ran up.

A group of living dead wizards chased up and squeezed into the narrow entrance. Their feet are off the ground, hanging in the air, as if there is an invisible force field between them, repelling each other, and they bounce off when they touch each other.

Chen Xing took out the grenade and smashed it down. Seven or eight in a row, finally exploded the group of corpses below.

Up to the fourth floor, the layout of the building is equally open, but there are a lot of stone sculptures, which are all odd and omnipresent, as if they have entered a forest of stone sculptures.

In the distance, a red light hung under the dome. Turning and contracting, like a beating heart.