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Redakteur: Atlas Studios
"What is this place?"
"Prepare for battle! Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"I'm wounded. Where are the Medusas? I'm wounded!"
After the previous two teleportations, none of the devilized people dared to underestimate the danger of the dark space that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
Fearing that some other man-eating vines or ferocious demon beasts might show up, they all raised their weapons high as if they were faced with a great enemy. The steam-assisted power units on their armor spurted out powerful air currents, pushing the sharpness of their weapons three to five meters away and illuminating a small space.
It was beyond his expectation. There was nothing but dead silence.
Below his feet was not soft and moist humus, but real metal.
Theresa lowered her head and discovered that she was standing on the deck of a super-large warship from thousands of years ago.