Chapter 1899: Tomb

People on the battlefield often live like years. Every minute and every second needs to think a lot. Being entangled with death and destiny, time will become very slow.

But the people watching the war outside the battlefield are different. It's like watching a blockbuster war. Time flies quickly between happiness and excitement.

According to Su Ming's experience, most humans in the universe are bloodthirsty. They may not dare to let them kill, but for the temptation of sensory stimulation, most people are very happy to watch others kill.

However, lying on the cloud, whether you look at the universe or the ground, you can only see a larger picture, and life has become a simple series of numbers.

The fleet battle ended quickly in the lapse of time. The nun had also finished eating and was drinking a big soda with the death knell. She had never eaten oranges. These days, she liked the taste of soda. After all, Opheli where the monastery is located. Yaxing is a barren world of red earth.

"Orbital bombing is about to begin, right?"

She watched the galaxy in the sky gradually dimmed, which meant that the battle in the sky was over.

"According to the established plan, my fleet will launch a bombardment to drive part of the forces of all surrounding forces here, causing a big melee." Su Ming nodded, and he slowly rotated the soda bottle: "But if Don can Just talk to the old wolf and the great mentor, let the star warrior fleet bomb, so that I can save some energy and ammunition."

Eiffelal showed a helpless expression. The star warriors and the Imperial Navy often save ammunition to better kill the enemy in the next battle, but the death knell sounds more like an intention to save money?

But anyway, the orbital bombing started, and the skeleton drone flew back, providing new dynamic intelligence to the death knell.

"It doesn't seem to work if you want to save money." Su Ming sighed and drank the soda: "Part of the army of Chaos, Greenskin, and Bugs have been driven over, attacking the dead in different directions. In addition to the spirit races that existed here, the fleet will seal their retreat and let them start a war of attrition. We will be able to go down in a little while."

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It is common for Su Ming to go to the earth. After the dead spirits began to fight the offender in all directions, the death knell brought the nun down vertically, turning the cloak into an optically invisible cloth, and hiding the two. It fell in the center of the circle.

"God Killer, Luoyang Shovel."

The golden weapon became something that the nun hadn't seen before, and the golden tool was pierced into the ground and brought a shovel up to the soil.

"This soil is green in the black, just dig from here." Su Ming pinched a little bit of soil with two fingers, looked closely, and sniffed it under his nose, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Is there any difference between green soil?" The nun frowned.

"It's no different, but life requires a sense of ritual." Su Ming blinked at her with a smile, then put away the shovel, and directly used the cosmic energy to make a hole.

The nun did not say a word, but sighed, her shoulders drooping.

Now that Su Ming’s cosmic energy explodes the planet, it’s just a few more punches, not to mention punching a hole, the colorful light flashed, and a round hole appeared in front of the two of them, and there was a mixture of dirt and fishery underneath. The smelly air rolled out, indicating that something was dug through.

There is no air or water in the stagnant chamber of the space necromancer, and the airflow from the outside will instantly squeeze in due to the pressure, and then rush out, naturally bringing the smell of a tomb.

Not the smell of dry corpses or dust, but a very strange sweet aroma. Some chemical products mean, Su Ming guesses it may be lubricating oil?

He looked around, the optical invisibility of the cloak was still useful, and the undead not far away didn't even notice what they were doing here.

"let's go."

She hugged the nun, and the two flew down, while the cloak cleverly pinched some mud and covered the hole where the two entered before following.

I don't know how long it has been down, but based on how the strangulation feels about the surrounding temperature, the two of them have dropped by at least a thousand meters, and finally they are standing on the metal ground.

It was pitch black around, and only the faint crackling sound of rubble falling to the ground could be heard.

Needless to say, when the two acted together, the nun didn't hide her psychic strength anymore, just raised her hand, and a big ball made of lightning appeared above her head, acting as a lighting.

As if the tunnel leading to the ground is not visible at a glance, it is spacious enough to dock on both sides of the corridor of the starship, engraved with the story of this dynasty of fear of death.

Through artistic means similar to murals, they record their glorious past, of course, it is just the past.

Now this place is empty, there is nothing but dead silence, a desolate and sad feeling hit Eiffelard's heart.

But the death knell didn't seem to be aware of it. Instead, he was looking at the lightning ball on the nun's head and said: "Your head with the ball is too unsightly. It's like crying if you use your psychic energy like this."

What's not good to learn, learn seal heading?

The nun was still looking at the carvings on both sides, and rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "It's just for lighting, what do you want? It's practical."

"You have already been convicted of heresy. It won't be great to pursue beauty a little bit." Su Ming directly reached out and grabbed the lightning ball. A tingling feeling came from the strangulation. He squeezed the light ball easily. I tugged between my hands a few times like ramen, and stuck it back to the nun, like a pair of small wings: "Okay, if you wear less, you will look more like Victoria's Secret Angels."

"Who is Victoria's Secret?"

The nun turned her head and looked at her lightning wings. It is reasonable to say that the lightning ball will explode if touched, but she deliberately controls it to cooperate with the movement of the death knell, and this energy can be shaped~www.NovelMTL.com~Don't care about those details, you Can understand the text and reliefs on the wall, so take a look. "

Su Ming did not answer the question head-on, but walked to the wall and reached out to touch the dry and cold sculpture.

It's all blackstone. This special material for fear of the dead looks like a stone, but in essence it is also a multi-purpose mysterious substance. The blackstone technology of the dead is beyond human understanding.

The two should now be in a branch of the tomb. The place where his palm is pressed is exactly the scene of a space necromantic pharaoh with his hands facing the sky, making a "praise the sun" action. The skeleton is standing at the top of the pyramid and below. There are rows of skeletons kneeling down.

"Then you have to make the ‘Vision’s wings’ for me real in the future. It sounds like a good thing." The nun curled her mouth and manipulated the psychic energy to extend the light wings behind her to let the light shine further.

As they moved forward, she began to interpret the writing on the wall.

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