While the Mechanical Cult was violently counterattacked, the original underground home of the Black Limb Sect was completely lost, and all the relatives left there were lost contact. Occasionally, some people who fled described some kind of spider-like monster with bloody skin.

Well, although they are monsters themselves, it is obvious that the other party is a little more fierce.

So they were very funny and were driven out of their main battlefield, namely the underground world, and were forced to entangle with the huge apologists on the ground, and even had to separate their forces to defend various underground exits.

But this situation cannot last long because the firepower and air advantages of the ground mechanical sect are too great. The strongholds they originally occupied were divided by air strikes and bombings and turned into isolated islands. Although they can still rely on the equipment at hand to resist, they will be eaten up over time.

The only way is to open up the channels of the underground world, connect them again, and plan new attacks.

"Brothers and sisters! Load the bullets, let the blades be unsheathed, and then set out!"

The leader of the new blood cultists held a chainsaw sword in his hand and raised it high, and the new blood cults around him immediately raised their weapons and shouted.

Then this "path exploration group" composed mainly of new blood walked into the dark passage.

Not long after entering, a foul smell that made people hide their noses began to torture the sensitive olfactory nerves of the New Blood Cultists. This foul smell mixed with the smell of corpses rot, excrement volatility and various chemicals. Although the circulation mask and helmet assembled by the New Blood Cultists can well isolate toxic gases and bacteria, it is powerless to do anything to the foul smell that comes to your face.

"It's strange, why the space here has become so dirty, it makes people's scalp tingling like those foul-smelling sewers."

A new blood cultist beat his mask like a self-deprecatingly and complained to all the family members of the Nest Group:

"Brother, I feel like everything in this place is rotting, but I don't feel that there is nothing inside."

Another brother from the nest group checked the bird Buyi in his hands from time to time. Although the instrument did not show any biological existence, he was sure that there must be a roadblock here with the intuition of a mixed-race child of a gene stealer and his experience of wandering in this environment for many years.

Not to mention the horror legends from the underground. It sounds ridiculous to know that they were originally the source of horror underground, but now they must fear some existences deeper.

As the advance team continued to deepen, they began to scatter into the various forks, because there were actually several passages leading to the target site, and they had to confirm which of them could be walked.

Jackie, one of the new blood leaders, led his team deep into a passage where a team had entered not long ago, but the team eventually went and disappeared without a word.

This was their home, and they could not tolerate being taken away by something damn, but as they continued to enter, Jackie found that the deep passage became a bit too weird - many of the wreckage of the servants were piled up high like stalagmites in the cave, and there were traces of frost in some extremely sultry tunnels.

Seeing such a strange scene, some mortals who are good at association and fear of visions would probably have evacuated this place and canceled all plans for subsequent searches. However, the Black Limbs are not real humans. The neural tissue hidden in their brains can give them an ant-like dedication while maximizing their intelligence.

Soon, they arrived at the first underground transit station, which was originally a place where vehicles were changing roads or changing fronts. It was once an important stronghold of the sect, but now it is silent.

Even when the sect decided to give up the underground temporarily, it planned to stick to it for future "counterattack", so a large number of troops were sent to garrison here, but soon these troops disappeared...

No one knows what happened, even the bishop's neural network has never sensed anything, or their neural network has been cut off and blocked at a certain period of time.

This is also the most uneasy thing for the sect. After all, this means that there is a force hidden underground that is truly enough to exterminate them. However, the top leaders of the sect always keep their mouths on what is underground and prohibit the disclosure to the sect's bottoms - perhaps the reason is the same as the empire they hate, and fear breeds chaos.

"Everyone should be more careful. The previous team lost contact after crossing here."

Walking in the ruins of large machinery and collapsed facilities everywhere, Jackie softly reminded his team members that relying on his super sensitive sensation as a mixed-race child, he had already smelled a hint of uneasiness, and the new bloods were already a little scared.

But suddenly, the bishop's respectful words echoed in his mind.

"Brothers and sisters, unfortunate news, there have been teams who have lost contact with us, and their soul ropes have also disappeared from my brain. The situation is not good. All search teams need to stay in place and wait for orders and establish defenses. Reinforcements will arrive at your position. I will guide you with the beacon of my heart, so don't worry."

Even if it is ten thousand meters away, the bishop of the sect can send information to the minds of every sect through the spiritual network. This miraculous talent is the boundless power given to these devout believers by the Black Limb Emperor.

"Be careful, the family members and reinforcements arrive soon, but I still have to say it and will repeat it over and over again, be careful!"

"Brother Jackie, you are like my mother now. Everyone will pay attention if you don't need to say."

While joking at the opposite sex brothers of their nest group, a sister clenched her hands and seized the laser pistol from the mechanical training, carefully aiming the barrel at every dark corner like abyss. Her purple face was blocked by the breathing circulator and helmet, and she could not see her true feelings, but the air spit out from the breathing interface was so rapid.

"Everyone deploys simple defense first, maybe this place will become a forward stronghold. The bishop should have changed his strategy and intends to advance step by step to the target site. This may waste some time, but it is safer."

Under his command, hundreds of new blood became busy. They chose the transfer room of the transit station as a stronghold. This was a solid two-story building, completely made of metal.
Chapter completed!