Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

There was a rumbling roar.

Unknown red light flashes in the distance.

The sound of steel collisions and oil infusions in the air, like some sort of ancient beast, is awakening and climbing out of the hundreds of millions of years of stumbling abyss.

Theresa's getting worse.

“Run!”

She was so loud, "Find the transmission now, get out of here, now! ”

Black Jack took a deep look at her and squeezed his eyes, looking deep into the arsenal covered in mist, darkness and red.

“Theresa was right. ”

Blackjack concurred decisively with Theresa, “Come on, let's go find the transmission line! ”

When Blackjack spoke, no one objected. Even the battle madman Natasha, carrying only one shoulder gun and a magic crystal powered chainsaw, resisted the temptation and fled to the depths of the arsenal.

Soon, the Turing elders interpreted the magic script messages left on the ground and led them to the transmission array.

Those who fled with them, along with Queen Medusa and a large number of female fighters from the six great demons - witches who were conquered by Blackjack's masculine charm and believed in his words.

Blackjack gave the order, and the Strong Arm Witch immediately jumped onto the transmission array and started the operation.

Theresa, on the other hand, looked backwards in nervousness and found that most of the demons had lost their way into the depths of the arsenal and had become slaves to the ancient artifacts.

At this moment...

Along with an unknown burst of metal friction, the surrounding red flare suddenly spins around the conveyor belt surrounding the armory.

The robotic arm on both sides of the conveyor belt operates cleverly. A fully automated small war machine gradually forms on the conveyor belt and is mounted one by one on the turret, armor, tracks or hexapod reverse joint travel device.

“Dip, Dip, Dip! ”

On a composite armored shell with a dark blue glow, a light flashes green, like a pair of green eyes, staring at the demons dancing their hands and feet.

These war machines jumped from the end of the conveyor belt, shook their heads, shrugged, and approached the demons.

The ecstatic Demons, not aware of the imminent catastrophe, thought that they had activated another “artifact” given by their ancestors.

They opened their arms to the war machine and wanted to find a way to control it.

Indeed, the green eye of the war machine emitted a piece of green light that swept through them, like the enemy self-identification system, scanning their identities.

However, the next second, the mutation occurs!

With a rushing beep, the green eyes of all the war machines turned orange.

From scanning to locking, all sorts of fierce magic missiles and rays intersect into a dead fire net.

The dozens of demons in front of them were hung into pieces of meat before they could even hum.

More massive hexapod anti-articular war machines, like a mixture of fleas and spiders, multiply hundreds of times, jump high, gently paddle dozens of meters, jump into the middle of the demonic race, spin as fast as a gyroscope, and use centrifugal force to throw out dozens of magic missiles.

The flames of destruction suddenly covered hundreds of meters of circles, many demons were directly blown out, still halfway in the air, the bear burned!

All demons caught up in the battlefield were daunted by the shocking scene.

Black Jack and Teresa and others watching the war from afar were also creepy, facing each other for a moment, hurriedly forming defensive formations, waiting in a tight line.

For example, when the demons woke up in their first dreams, it was only then that they thought of running in the direction of the transmission array.

But they have been haunted by the death of war machines, cutting off the path to the transmission array, only to provoke the last bit of ferocity in the bones, to use the “artifacts” that have just been obtained, and to counter these war machines.

“This is the test of the Deep Red Palace. ”

Theresa muttered, "Just like a maniac, the maniac who puts countless maniacs together to kill and devour each other and eventually survive is the strongest 'king of maniacs' - the weak are not welcome in the Deep Red Palace, and only the strong who can wash out a bloody path from the killing of these war machines are eligible to enter the Deep Red Palace! ”

The voice went down and there was another tidal roar around.

Several Emerald stands, like skyscrapers on the surface of giant containers, all reveal an unknown light.

Immediately thereafter, the container cover was bordered by light, sliding silently towards both sides, revealing the black figure of the steel giant inside.

It's a bigger steel demon than a giant warrior.

Even though it activated only 1% of its power, it still leaves people with an irresistible sense of asphyxiation.

The Iron Demon begins to move, without the need to use a weapon at all. Just trample it with a footboard and you can step the demon into a thin layer of mud.

The Demonic Nation is able to escape to the Demonic Nation of the Magic Array by striking the Iron and Steel Defense Line at all costs.

By this time, the transfer array has been repaired and filled with enough magic crystals.

When the transmission started, there was a mist swinging around, and the space began to distort.

A steel demon discovered the movement of the transmission array and roared towards them.

Everyone stood up to the transmission array, and all kinds of long-range weapons emitted the flames of a storm, but could not stop the Iron Demon even for a second.

They had no choice but to watch the demons of the Iron Devil lay their hands on the earth and grab them hard.

“Huh!”

Right at the moment when the claw is going to smash them hard, the transmission begins, the space is distorted, divided, migrated, reorganized, stable.

“Boom!”

Intruding into the transmission array, the distorted space was cut clean and torn apart, powerless to fall beside the crowd, shocking everyone.

Combined with the brain shock of space transfer, everyone feels like they're spinning and they want to vomit.

However, they eventually escaped from that horrific arsenal.

It's safe for now.

I can't hear the teething iron rubbing, and I can't smell flesh burning and smoking in my nose. I look around, not Shura's hellhole, but a... strange cave!

“How did this happen? ”

Theresa was confused, "This should be the Deep Red Palace. How could it be a cave? ”

According to Theresa's analysis, since the Blood Warfare Demon Realm is a supermassive starship of the original civilization, the so-called "Deep Red Palace” should be the bridge of a supermassive starship, or at least a vital compartment in it.

A cave. What does that mean?

And many of the demons of the rest of the robbery also spoke.

Though they don't know the truth about the supermassive starship, this cave is nothing like the Deep Red Palace.

Is it a new test?

Everyone turned around and looked at the Turing elders.

The brains of the elders of the Turing race were swirling fast, and the eyes were spinning like gyros, like searching for answers deep in the genes, like communicating with ancient ancestors.

Then he nodded softly and told everyone that, yes, this was the Deep Red Palace, but it was still sealed.