The moment the gunshot sounded, Laura knew that she had lost her concealment because she had emptyed a magazine and killed the bear as quickly as possible. The continuous gunshots were not absorbed by the snow, but echoed in the lonely canyon, spreading along the rock walls to the distance, making Laura's sneaking all the way down. Holy Trinity would soon chase after her, and she had no time to slowly peel the bear skin and add another animal decoration to the Crawford Manor.

She immediately walked back and walked into the hole where the brown bear appeared. Next to the hole was a shaman faith totem, and the rusted copper bell rang with the wind and snow bell. She didn't know where the hole led, nor did she know if she could shake off Holy Trinity, so she could only continue to move forward with her teeth. Adrenaline gradually returned to normal levels, and she moved her numb fingers, shoulders and waist that were almost unconsciously frozen. In order to save money, Holy Trinity did not install flame suppressors for the mercenary's guns. In addition to the non-standard shooting posture, the recoil of the gun almost overturned her to the ground, twisting her slender waist and cervical spine.

There are traces of artificial excavation in this cave. One stone wall that may have been over 1,000 years old is standing loosely, allowing the cold wind to blow from the other side of the wall irresponsibly. Laura smelled the smell of water. The water flowing under the glacier often had a bitter freshness, which was completely different from the cold wind that almost wished to freeze the lungs. Behind the wall is a glacier cave, and a pleasant gurgling sound of water vaguely came from the cracks in the wall.

Laura felt very lucky, but what she didn't know was that this was just another unfortunate beginning.

Her gunshot not only woke up the lazy Trinity mercenary, but also Salomon, who was far away on the edge of the galaxy, also woke up by the prompts of fate. "My dear child, the offspring of Terra." A gentle voice woke Salomon from deep sleep, and Salomon knew who the voice belonged to. It was the Mother of the Great Gods, and His incarnation was found in many myths of the earth. He showed Salomon his purpose for coming here, and He had agreed to Salomon's request, and He would assist him in completing his work. Shortly after he woke up, Merlin, the agent of Mother Earth, walked into the cabin with great swagger and informed Salomon that the destination had arrived.

He took a deep breath and stretched his waist. Phoenix, who was by his side, also spread his wings and shook his head.

When he woke up completely, the drivers sitting in front of him also stopped working. The golden light on the soul level gradually converged, revealing several withered mummies. These drivers faced the essential holy marks of Salomon with their weak souls and bodies. The souls belonging to mortals evaporated without resistance like snow water in flames. But at least they died as their original identity, which was better than the end of many people in this fleet. They will never be eroded by evil, and their souls belong to them.

The nightmare broke through Salomon's defense more than once. Although he quickly recovered the lost land, the evil erosion was deeply rooted.

In the eyes of the flesh, this is just a dull void. The distant starlight embellishes this place of nothingness that is so quiet that it is crazy. The colorful dust of the gas nebula is almost invisible here. However, from the perspective of the soul, it is always emitting disgusting filthy light, like a deep purple ribbon floating in space, and many twisted creatures that make strange laughs are cruising near the fleet. They have rotten bodies that are not formed and can only be appreciated by madmen, and they spit out vicious truths from their deformed and broken mouths. They keep whispering in the ears of the crew, calling their names, tempting them to go crazy and degenerate, joining endless crazy carnivals, they feed on madness, they are mites breeding in the dream of Sithorne, making Salomon's scalp itchy.

Here are the annoying dermatosis and abscesses on the surface of the main material universe. Under it is a cancer that penetrates the bone marrow. The morbid body like a poison, viciously breeds stubborn tumors and is filled with absurd and twisted physical laws. The holy marks resist them. He is their mortal enemy, and reality rejects them, so that they will never descend to the main material plane. The deformed and illusory monsters constantly curse him with their blasphemous mouths and seduce him with sweet words. Their masters look forward to his depravity and his madness.

"I've been crazy long ago." Salomon muttered, pressing the little silver bell placed on the steel armrest of the captain's throne. The first mate Alex couldn't wait to walk in with a passionate face.

"My Captain!" The eldest mate's voice suddenly crashed into the room through the loudspeaker in front of his neck.

"Good evening, first mate. Is something happening?" Salomon looked at the first mate with a weird expression. Although his attention was always on how to defend against Sithorne's dream attack against nightmarish creatures, he could still vaguely detect what was happening on the ship.

"No, my captain! No rebellion, everyone is loyal!" said the first mate with a smile. He had not even seen the pilots who had turned into mummies. His power armor had been changed. This was the equipment created by the Kerry craftsmen on the ship according to Salomon's aesthetic. There was no tights, only iron black plate armor engraved with gorgeous patterns, two round blood stones were inlaid on the hand armor, and gold was drawn on the heavy shoulder armor. The combination of the live ammunition weapon and the long sword was hanging on the waist of the first mate, and the laser weapon was hung on the magnetic belt on the other side. Salomon did not pursue the first mate's weirdness. He didn't care about the life and death of the crew. He just needed them to drive the spaceship and arrive at this place.

"I'm not asking this... Forget it, you find someone to move these bodies away, carve their names on the back of the chair, and commemorate their great efforts. Well, although I know they were not voluntary, they did sacrifice. For safety reasons, I need you to arrange a new driver. We will start the weak inertia engine and slide slowly into the void."

"By the way." Before the first mate left the captain's room, Salomon called him again, "I know that the cat man technician is unwilling to take a bath, but this time you have to press it into the basin and wash it thoroughly. Use my water resources to allocate the share. Although it can't speak, I'm sure it understands the commands, no matter what method you use. Hell, how does it use its claws to hold the wrench?"

"Captain, are you thinking...I don't know that you have such a hobby? Actually, this is normal, on Harry Star..."

"Don't be stupid, that's a cat! I can't imagine fleas flooding in the fleet!"

"Yes, Captain!" The first mate ran out without looking back, as if he was going to perform a mission.

"Phoenix." The golden-red bird let out a gentle chirping. Salomon glanced at Merlin, who was inspecting the driver's body. "I need you to detect the cracks ahead to ensure that the fleet can arrive safely."

"My dear Salomon, is there only so much trust between us?"

"Then tell me, how is Dave now?"
Chapter completed!