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Beneath the ground, there was certainly no light, which allowed the Living Spirits to run rampant. If they could escape to the outside or stand under the sunlight, the Living Spirits would never be able to relentlessly pursue them. After all, they were merely energy entities, and like a rechargeable battery, their energy could only be used for a limited time after being charged. They often lay in their coffins, only emerging to attack when there was movement around them.
The Living Spirits had a habitual tendency to attack the source of sound and were also drawn by scents. The Blood Scent here elicited a reaction from the Living Spirits. However, once the scent faded, the Living Spirits would either return to their coffins or continue to pursue the scent. If there were other sounds coming from different places beforehand, they might even be drawn away to investigate those sounds. Thus, it was best to take this opportunity to distance themselves from danger.
Despite this knowledge, they had to be careful with their movements. Although they weren't scaring themselves, walking in such an environment was indeed troublesome. The walls reflected their sounds everywhere, amplifying even the slightest noise infinitely. It was impossible to move without making any sound at all, so they needed to walk quickly but quietly.
Even though they all tried their best, it was still impossible to completely suppress their noise. It was truly eerie; the sounds echoed loudly as they ran. If there were indeed any Living Spirits nearby, they would have been attracted by the commotion long ago.
As they rushed along the narrow passageway, it wasn't long before they gradually came to a halt. The people behind didn't expect the sudden stop and collided into those in front of them, causing everyone in the group to stumble forward and reveal expressions of fear.
What lay before them seemed familiar, as if they had just been there moments ago. However, with sharp eyes, they quickly noticed something different: the coffin was closed this time, and clearly, there was a Living Spirit inside. While they couldn't be sure if it was the same glowing Spirit creature as before, such monsters were indeed terrifying.
"This is definitely the same place," one of them said. "The layout is identical to before. I think I understand now; it's arranged according to the diagram of the Big Dipper formation. Among all these formations, there might only be one coffin that holds its true form. Our mission is merely to investigate; there's no need to take risks. Let's record everything here and find a way out first. I really don't know where the exit is; going back is definitely not an option now. That Bronze Door should be impossible to open without explosives; we could use a mini-nuclear warhead to blast it open. As long as we can get out, who cares what happens inside?" The speaker was Xiong Tai, who always thought highly of himself. In this environment, his voice seemed unnaturally amplified.
Suddenly, the coffin lid began to move. At first, it wasn't very pronounced, but then it flew off entirely with a forceful motion. The Crystal Coffin crashed onto the ground, shattering into black fragments that coalesced into an Undead Warrior. Clad in armor and exuding a fierce golden aura from its face and limbs, it resembled a warrior made of light; however, within it was an Alchemical Matrix gradually forming.
Once activated, the Alchemical Matrix turned the warrior into a relentless killing machine. Its purpose had originally been to guard the relics within the Bronze Door—not to kill indiscriminately—but if someone with ill intentions entered this place, regardless of their motives, they would find it impossible to escape with any information once targeted by the warrior.
"Uh-oh! What is this? It's a bit different from that last one," Mackey asked.
"How about I fire a shot and see how it reacts?" Relock suggested eagerly while holding his weapon; he hadn't fired a single shot yet and was itching for a chance to test his weapon against an opponent.
"Uh, don't shoot at it," Ross immediately responded in caution.
"Let's assess the situation first, and don't act just yet," Freyr immediately signaled. However, Ross took a step forward, approaching the Black Armored Warrior.
This so-called Black Armored Warrior seemed to be a module composed of Alchemical Matrix data. If we understood the functions of this Tomb as akin to a computer network, then the design of this warrior, along with the Living Spirit that might be pursuing them, could very well represent a Firewall. To breach the Firewall's structure would likely mean that their existence was akin to a virus disrupting peace; their fate would probably end with them becoming corpses, joining the Same Kind.
Loros stepped forward, but he didn't seem overly confident. He first made a sudden cut on his hand, blood flowing from his wrist like a Target. The Black Armored Warrior stared at him for a while, seemingly awed by his bloodlust. Then Ross raised his arm, gathering power, and a torrent of blood sprayed onto the Black Armored Warrior.
The golden light in the warrior's eyes gradually dimmed, and within seconds it transformed into a grotesque stone statue, appearing helpless and hollow. A hint of despair lingered deep within its pupils; this must have been the true form of the Black Armored Warrior. Alchemical techniques sometimes indeed possessed the ability to turn stone into gold, allowing stone itself to become a combat Puppet—something achievable within the realm of Alchemical arts.
They weren't overthinking it; this Puppet was instantly torn apart by Gauss Bullets. The head was shattered beyond recognition, followed by its lower body being blasted apart. The sculpture of the Black Armored Warrior had disintegrated into countless fragments.
It was hard to say whether it could reassemble itself at some point and continue serving as a guardian here. Although the Alchemical Matrix wasn't a physical entity in the traditional sense, it could exist as a spiritual form. Thus, while the stone was destroyed, it wouldn't affect the matrix's inherent power; instead, it would continue transferring its commands to other intact forms to execute its core directives—protecting this place and eliminating intruders.
"Let's go! Follow me quickly; this thing will revive soon," Ross urged urgently, his eyes fierce and intimidating. It seemed he was genuinely frightened.
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