In an instant, Michael found himself standing in a vast hall that made him feel incredibly small. The sheer size of the hall was awe-inspiring, with a towering ceiling that could easily accommodate a ten-story building. As he entered the Skyhall, Michael noticed that the potion he had consumed had caused his beard to grow thick and bushy, and his hair had lengthened into flowing black locks. Although venturing into the heart of the enemy without any prior knowledge was undeniably risky, Michael saw it as a golden opportunity to gather valuable information and, if he was fortunate, disrupt their operations from within.
Gathering his wits, Michael began to walk with purpose, attempting to blend in as if he belonged there. His destination was the sole door located at the far end of the expansive hall. To his surprise, there were no soldiers present in this immense space. However, his curiosity was swiftly satisfied when a group of soldiers materialized out of thin air, utilizing the power of teleportation.
This group consisted of five soldiers, burdened with an intriguing ancient coffin. The coffin itself had an unmistakable air of antiquity, adorned with intricate runes etched in an unknown language. Weathered cracks marred its surface, and a layer of mud clung to its exterior.
"Demon body," Michael whispered to himself, recalling the memories of Skyhall angels unearthing caskets containing demons' remains and transporting them to this very place. Now, he had confirmation that this was the destination for those eerie coffins.
undefinedAs the group of soldiers carried the heavy coffin, Michael observed them closely. Their entire bodies were covered in gleaming silver armor, with only narrow eye openings in their helmets, preventing Michael from seeing their faces.
"Hey you," one of the soldiers suddenly called out, his gaze fixed on Michael.
"Come here," the soldier ordered, prompting Michael to swiftly comply.
"Give us a hand. This thing is ridiculously heavy," the soldier requested, and Michael inwardly sighed with relief.
Nodding in agreement, Michael positioned himself at the back of the coffin and grasped it firmly. To his surprise, the coffin proved to be exceptionally weighty, confirming why these Fusion stage soldiers required additional assistance. Unbeknownst to them, Michael intentionally concealed his true cultivation stage, disguising himself as a mere Soul Refining stage soldier. It was crucial to maintain his cover, as revealing his Half Celestial stage power would immediately expose his true identity.
Even though the coffin was light as a feather to Michael's immense strength, he purposely pretended to struggle, exerting effort as if it were a formidable task. He lifted the coffin alongside the others, maintaining the facade.
·ƈθm "Which outpost were you stationed at?" one of the armored soldiers inquired, curious about Michael's assignment.
"I was stationed at the outpost in Itonys," Michael replied, listening attentively as the armored soldiers let out sighs of envy.
"Damn lucky bastard. We were out there in demons' graves, tirelessly digging for these cursed things," another soldier grumbled, revealing their arduous duty.
"Not so lucky, I'm afraid. Before our rotation, someone mercilessly killed the soldiers who were stationed there. I was on my way to inform the elders," Michael lied convincingly, portraying a loyal soldier deeply affected by the shocking incident.
"What?! Why didn't you mention it earlier?" one of the armored soldiers exclaimed, clearly taken aback by the revelation.
"Alright, the toxic removal room is just over there. Once we place this coffin there, you can go and inform the elders," another soldier instructed, pointing towards their destination.
Internally, Michael despised this risky plan. He had no knowledge of the layout or security measures in this place, making it a leap of faith. He relied solely on his adaptability and the teleportation scroll safely stored in his system storage, serving as a potential means of escape if things took a turn for the worse. This was the first time Michael had ventured into such perilous territory, fully aware of the stakes involved.
Michael nodded in acknowledgment, observing the soldiers hasten their steps. As they reached the door, it automatically slid open, revealing a sprawling corridor lined with numerous rooms on both sides. Stepping out, Michael found himself amidst a bustling scene. Soldiers of various races, adorned in diverse armors, moved with purpose through the corridor, entering and exiting rooms with remarkable precision.
However, what truly caught Michael's attention was the archway positioned at the far end of the corridor, through which the soldiers were passing. Glowing runes adorned the arch, indicating some form of detection or defensive array. Michael's instincts told him that these runes might unveil his true identity, exposing his disguise. He swiftly assessed the situation, his mind working at its peak as he devised a new plan to navigate through the potential threat.
As the armored soldiers continued carrying the coffin, they approached a room labeled "Toxin Removal."
"Remember, don't mention that we kept you here, alright?" one of the soldiers cautioned.
"Of course not. We soldiers have to stick together, right?" Michael responded, skillfully manipulating their emotions. Although his words were calculated, they held a deeper purpose. Having observed the angels handling the coffins during the excavation, Michael deduced that these armored soldiers were likely under their command. If the angels had been directly involved, he would have witnessed their presence.
Dressed as a foot soldier himself, Michael sympathized with his companions, reinforcing a sense of camaraderie. Fortunately, his manipulation proved successful, and the soldiers opened the door. To Michael's astonishment, instead of a mere room, he beheld a vast warehouse stretching before him. Countless coffins were meticulously stacked within, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands. At the far end of the room, he noticed a tubular structure, from which an invisible force lifted the coffins, propelling them along the tube-like pathway.
"We'll place it here," one of the armored soldiers pointed to a vacant spot that perfectly matched the size of the coffin. With coordinated efforts, the group of six carefully positioned the coffin in its designated spot.
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