Cyclops had a typical double standard when it came to clones. He could turn a blind eye to Madelyne at his side, but he had no fondness at all for the two identical-looking men before him. He snorted, his face twisted in displeasure.
The carriage rolled forward slowly. There was no way to tell east from west, north from south here, and Cyclops could only determine that they were traveling in a straight line.
Along the way, they occasionally saw soldiers here. Without exception, they were all pale-skinned clones with diamond-shaped marks on their foreheads. They wore eighteenth-century British military uniforms and bearskin hats, carrying laser weapons that looked highly advanced.
Beast-like roars occasionally echoed from the darkness, and the clone soldiers raised their guns and fired back. There were enemies in this underground world? Earlier interference had prevented him from accurately determining their current location, but Cyclops felt that they were definitely more than five thousand meters underground, perhaps even over ten thousand. It truly was an underground world.
He wanted to take a closer look, but they were too far away, and the underground world was not brightly lit enough. He could not see clearly and could only judge from their shapes that the enemies were short and poorly armed.
"They're Subterraneans. Essex said their ancestors were survivors of the Mu Continent. This place was originally Subterranean territory, and Essex has been fighting them for decades." As a clone from this place, Madelyne knew quite a bit about the underground world's inner workings. Deep down, she did not want to return here at all.
What a strange place. Cyclops had never known that such creatures lived beneath his feet. He was not a scholar who studied the history of ancient civilizations, so he could not judge how credible