Lair of the Fallen God

With a little struggle. Steinbach ripped out the fleshly biomass made an entry, something organic fluid spurts out.

"Alright. Keep your eyes open. Shoot anything move."

"Roger that."

Without further ado. Knights one by one, entered the pit hole, into biomass-infested cavern, coated with layer of pustules, a pathway. Much of a nightmarish dark dungeon, filled with life-threating danger revoltingly stench-filled fluids dripping every corner.

"Just spit it out Steinbach! No need to ramble us to death."

"Ugh... Why the fuck are we down here? What are we? Some superhero? We should get away from this hell right now!"

"Yes, you made your point, now will ya shut up? Aren't the only one pissing their pants."

"Ewwwuuuuu...!?"

"Shush. What's that!?"

"I don't know... Someone or something... Is mourning?"

As the knights went deeper into the silent rabbit hole, rather than total darkness. They heard some strange unpleasant noise looms forth.

"I look.... Activate your cloak. Masamune, you follow me."

"Yes captain."

"Eah!?...."

Few metres forward, faced with the source of sound, Hiden and Masamune both froze for momentarily look what's inside.

"Captain. What's the sound came from?"

".... It's... It's a... —"

The most fearless and experienced Captain of the Terrarium Knight's 6th division Ogai Hiden begin to stutter in terror. Inside the helmet, eyes widened fiercely, drowning with sheer horror.

Masamune are no different, while Hiden was able to speak, Masamune couldn't.

The purified condition they both are in, the rest too horrified to look. If the place isn't nightmarish enough.

"We are in the Belly of the Devil. The Lair of the Black Faceless God!"

"And the Black Faceless God watching us... It's... It's his Temple,"

It was comprehensive about their claims. calls the occupied Fallen's Lair "In the Belly of the Devil." Why? Reredos; which were in a countless variety "decorated" the Lair with the mangled corpses of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of murdered Chinese Confederacy's citizens. Vague to confirm their nationality as every corpse horrifically eaten and torn apart. Fleshly Statues entirely made of their skin; knocked off and crudely wrapped around with the real thing, and gargoyles have their mouths stuffed with yet more severed heads. Worst of all are barely alive, naked women with internal intestines dangling from their belly and uterus above a pit of hundreds of staving Reynolds: one of the most scarcest vile-looking composite species of hideous, insectoid creatures that is actually a land-faring ecosystem comprised of innumerable different bioforms which are all variations on the same genetic theme these terrifying creatures are one of the most deadly forces in the Fallen's Abomination, capable of reproducing at an exponential rate and bringing whole societies to extinction. As Fallen's mutated endoparasitoids, Terramorphs require other life-forms as hosts in order to propagate to be slowly eaten alive piece by piece as sacrificial offerings to their only God and creator; The Black Faceless God, sitting on his throne, gleefully satisfied with his "children's" work. He has applied a similar treatment to every lair; countless corpses are skewered on steeples and hanging from structure rafters. These massacres, compared with the enslavement of men for war and women for sex or Reredos production, claim most of the Lair population, leaving an entire nest a nightmarish ghost town stalked by ravenous Fallen-made monsters.

Despite on Suit's stealth mode, Masamune's feet begun to tremble, the most primitive instinct alarming his consciousness, screaming; "Run for your life!"

Heartbeat quickened rapidly, felt the terror raised from his veins, endless empty gaze of Zhikanis see right through the souls. Hypnotic or insanity Masamune didn't knew nor he want to. Dementia lead to total paranoia, yelled senselessly—

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"What the hell man? What're you yelling about? The cloak—"

"THE GREAT OLDER GOD Of THE FALLEN DEVOUR"

"--They discovered us!"

"They coming!"

"RUN!!!!"

*Maximum Speed*

"GGGerrere....!!!"

The horde of Reynolds growled, voice so deep and vicious compared to full-fledged Tyrannosaurus with three hundred serrated teeth. The Reynolds are unlike any other intelligent species encountered by Mutants and Humans. They are the ultimate predators; to them, all living things, from the lowliest insect to the most advanced starring nation, total alien beyond humanity's description. monstrous anatomy, multiple limbs, faceless with hundreds of razor-sharp teeth and tentacles spouting all over, appear in a multitude of genera, and all have an extremely rapid rate of evolution directed by the Hive Mind, adapting to threats in direct response to their presence. Biotium matter is constantly reabsorbed into biomass reclamation pools to create new species and adapt existing ones to suit the Hive Mind's immediate purpose. And the swarm of those running to devour the helpless Brittonian Knights as they trapped in this nightmarish maze.

"Captain. Where we'll go!?"

"I don't know!"

"Suit's battery is draining?!"

"I don't fucking know! It's dark. Trackers are jammed. Navigation all screwed up. Alice's OS is not responded. We're just cycling around in a fucking maze down there—"

"Grrrsrarar!!!"

"How the hell did they run so fast? How the fuck they see in the dark!"

"Just fucking run!"

Turmoil, panic, terrifying thoughts raise to extreme level as hordes Reynolds relentless pursuit continue. An adult Reynolds varies depending upon what kind of host it spawned from as it develops certain characteristics of the host species. The Fallen's born from Fallen's biomatter hosts grow into a semi-humanoid shape with two arms and two legs, with an often-varying number of digits on the end of each limb. They can move on their two legs or on all fours and their claws allow them to easily grip surfaces, meaning that they can scale walls and ceilings with ease. Their long tails end with a wickedly sharp-bladed tip, providing them an excellent weapon for slashing and stabbing prey. Resembling a scorpion's tail. The creatures' heads appear to be cylindrical, with a smooth carapace covering the front portion. One of the Reynold's most disturbing features is its tongue, which can extend from the mouth. Like Vectors, the tongue has a mouth of its own and can easily snap through human bone. It is unclear how exactly Reynolds track prey as they have no visible eyes or noses whatsoever.

"Terrarium Knight over here!"

"Look! A m-man!?"

"What!?"

"Ugh. A fucking human."

"Follow me! There's the only way out!"

"Everyone! Follow that violet-haired guy!"

However, a voice of hope came. Under the complete hellhole, infested with a "normal" man's voice was heard, appeared like an angel to the Knights wave his hand, guide a way out, turned leftwards then just slipped into spiral spinning ruinous brick wall.

Terrarium Knights frantically followed, unknowingly entered warping vortex, what followed: long narrow pathway of space-teleportation.

*Zooommmm*

After the Green flash of light, all Terrarium Knight's 6th company escaped from the inescapable death, however dropped into hot sandy desert. Cold desert.