The first scan did not go smoothly. Although Su Ming had slaughtered both Eldar and Necrons indiscriminately across the battlefield, and even snatched back an exceptionally ornate Force Sword for the Sister, after she activated the ritual, all they found underground was an ordinary stasis chamber. Millions of metal skeletons were gradually awakening, but they were clearly not the dangerous item Deathstroke was looking for.
Efferal straightened up, wiped away her sweat, and pulled the sword that had been planted upside down in the ritual array. "Nothing here!"
She shouted at Deathstroke. Though they were not far apart, she could hear a strange buzzing in her ears, as if something were speaking to her. Without realizing it, she raised her voice.
"Are you shouting that loud to call the planet's property management?" Su Ming tore the turret off a Flame Crystal Tank and sent the vehicle's body flying like a golf ball. Tossing the turret aside, he returned to the Sister's side. "You probably woke up a few more Necrons underground with that yell."
Efferal did not get the joke. Her head was starting to hurt.
But soon, the noises turned into a burst of laughter, and she immediately felt better. Color returned to the world before her eyes.
There was darkness, and within it, a burning battlefield. The scent of blood in the wind was exactly the same as human blood.
"Let's go somewhere else. There's nothing here that feels dangerous to me." She took Deathstroke's outstretched hand, while her other hand gripped the Force Sword.
"I know those symptoms. Auditory hallucinations? Looks like someone intends to tempt you." Su Ming drew the Nightfall Greatsword from his belt pouch, pried a small bright speck off it, kneaded it into a tiny disc, and embedded it at the back of