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Chapter 286 Mikkelsen's Antarctic Adventure
The Dimensional Gate brought Mikkelsen and the others to a narrow passage, which looked like an abandoned subway station, with a narrow-gauge track in the center of the platforms on both sides.

Apparently, the workers who were in charge of building the body warehouse used to transport supplies through this track. Mikkelsen threw an inconspicuous spider robot on the ground calmly.

Perhaps because of the trust in these fanatics, or the sense of security brought by the closed camp, no one checked the backpacks of these volunteers, and all the technical equipment brought by the first Mikkelsen was brought in smoothly.

"Come with me, there is a sacred mission waiting for you ahead, this is your pilgrimage." The high priest's tone was perfunctory, and he didn't even want to act for a while, so he turned and walked in the front.

Four armed guards behind him used weapons to ensure the behavior of these volunteers, and they were almost escorted to the depths of the tunnel.

Walking in the tunnel with no coordinates to refer to, Mikkelsen can only measure the distance he has traveled by step distance, and the group of people just advances in the silent tunnel.

Fortunately, the Blazers have not yet had the luxury of being a shield in the tunnel. Mikkelsen has positioned himself through a clone far away.

He was located about five kilometers west of the port camp, with an altitude difference of about 130 meters, and the direction they were heading was the direction of the camp.

These cultists played a clever trick and planned to take them around in a circle first, a simple but effective way to keep secrets.

At least the three non-Mikkelsen volunteers were very excited, and they threw themselves into this 'big show' wholeheartedly.

Mikkelsen judged from the uneven planes of the rock walls on both sides that when the tunnel was first excavated, those pioneers probably used some kind of unconventional means or some kind of supernatural ability with great destructive power.

After walking for about two kilometers, there was an obvious uphill in the tunnel, and Mikkelsen's familiar thunder sounded in front of the tunnel—it was the roaring of the hungry stomach of the big stomach god.

Mikkelsen and the others covered each other and blocked the guard's sight with their bodies, allowing No. [-] to quietly bury several fist-sized explosives in the soil at intervals of tens of meters.

This is a very cumbersome process, requiring the first five Mikkelsen to exert force in the same position to rub the hard frozen soil surface out of the burrow, and then No. [-] took the opportunity to properly place the explosives, and the final No. [-] Simply bury the explosives.

Fortunately, the roar of the Great Stomach God helped Mikkelsen cover up the sounds made during the whole process, and no one noticed anything unusual until all four explosives were placed.

They walked for four to 10 minutes in total for the five-kilometer journey. At this time, the group's position almost coincided with the bottomless pit.

And Mikkelsen finally saw more artificial facilities. The road under his feet has changed from frozen soil to composite materials, and the walls on both sides are also tens of meters away. A huge airtight door that is big enough to pass a truck It's already in sight.

As the space on both sides suddenly widened, Mikkelsen knew that this was the 'starting site'. At the end of the narrow-gauge railway, there was an electric locomotive, and more guards with guns gathered here.

On the other side of the airtight door is obviously the legendary Big Stomach God, that monster that eats everything, obviously made the guards here a little nervous, most of them would turn their heads to look in the direction of the airtight door every few seconds For a while, he seemed to be looking forward to something, but also seemed to be worried about something.

With the arrival of Mikkelsen and his party, these people were obviously relieved, as if they had seen a savior. This strong aura of blame made Mikkelsen aware that something was wrong.

An officer wearing a heating blanket came forward while rubbing his hands, frowned and looked at the people behind the priest and complained, "Why are there so few people?"

"What we need are pious believers, the secret of the descendant." The priest was interrupted by the officer just as he began to speak in an official tone.

"We don't have time to waste, speak human words!" The officer lowered his voice, but Mikkelsen still keenly heard every word.

"People in the camp can't guarantee [-]% loyalty, they can only choose from people they can trust, and they don't want to lose too many people at once." The priest spread his hands: "These people are willing to die, you use Bar."

The officer glanced at the volunteer and sighed. Obviously he was not satisfied with the result, but there was nothing he could do.

Mikkelsen and the others were placed next to a heater near the gate. Warm air was blown over their cheeks, and a mug of hot coffee was poured for them, but none of the surrounding guards complained.

Soon, the previous officers sent people over and gave them a bunch of tools. Four Mikkelsen got a one-meter-long metal rod, two Mikkelsen got a shield as tall as a man, and the last one Mikkelsen was issued something like a harpoon.

Three other volunteers were also given similar tools, and Mikkelsen noticed that the surrounding guards gradually began to tense up.

Two head-mounted communication devices with cameras were handed over to the volunteers, and luckily they were both sent to Mikkelsen.

"Very good, you all got the tools." The priest stood in front of them and cleared his throat: "Behind that door are the machines used to serve the God of the Big Stomach, but for some reason, they are now frozen. Stop, you must clear the ice off the surface."

Mikkelsen looked at the metal rod in his hand. It was obviously cut from something temporarily, and it was not suitable for this kind of work at all.

"Of course you still have to face the test from the Great Stomach God. Its minions will attack you. You must maintain a firm belief in order to pass this test." The priest simply fooled: "Believe in the shield and fork in your companion's hands, Cooperate with each other to complete this sacred task!"

Mikkelsen noticed that the three non-Mikkelsen volunteers became excited after the priest gave a perfunctory speech. Obviously, the priest was also a superhuman and possessed some kind of demagogic ability.

In order not to be discovered, Mikkelsen also symbolically expressed their excitement, but fortunately, the priest didn't care at all. He was shivering from the cold and now he just wanted to hide in a warm room.

"When the gate opens, you can start. There are four machines that need to be cleaned up. All of them must be completed before the gate will open again. That's it." The priest turned and left after speaking.

The officer took a look at these volunteers and thought that these people were really stupid.

He is a naturalized person, and he was sent to this damn Antarctic base a while ago, mainly responsible for collecting the flesh and blood materials of the monster behind the door.

This damn job greatly dispelled his enthusiasm for working for the descendant. It is said that the previous person in charge of this job accidentally fell into the abyss and was eaten by that monster. He didn't want to follow in the same footsteps.

But unfortunately, the higher-ups didn't know why they had to increase the amount of collection. This behavior obviously angered the monsters below. During this time, their manpower loss doubled compared to before.

And that monster has also learned a new trick, it will deliberately spit the body fluids of the food onto the collection equipment, and within a few minutes they will be frozen solid, once the ice layer is thick enough, it will be difficult for the machine to unfold.

Those who descended said that this was the monster's subconscious counterattack, and its main consciousness was still sleeping, so they couldn't take the risk of directly cleaning the ice with heating to prevent the temperature in the pit from rising and awaken the monster's main consciousness.

They also couldn't shoot the monster with a heat weapon, also to avoid waking it up.

The officer thought this was nonsense, unless the monster's subconscious mind was already smarter than the soldiers under him, otherwise they wouldn't lose manpower every time they performed a cleanup mission.

This time, the reason why he called the descendant sect above for support was because those bastards threw a whole whale into the pit a few days ago to save trouble.

The abundant biological fluid was sprayed up by those tentacle-like things, freezing all the equipment, even the camera was so tightly frozen that nothing could be seen.

Eight hours ago, a 12-member team was sent in to carry out the clean-up operation. As a result, no news has come back until now.

The monster was either already awake, or it was brewing some conspiracy. The officer didn't plan to send his own people to die. In line with the principle that whoever made the mistake should solve the problem, he reported this problem to the top.

Then, after the judgment of the descendant, the present scene came into being. Ten fanatics were sent to carry out this suicide mission.

If they don't succeed, there will be another batch of people who will continue to carry out this task.

As much as Mikkelsen didn't want to admit it, he quickly figured out what was going on and that it was his fault for the reason.

Because he occupied too many church members in that small village, there was such a big mistake in the handling of ingredients.

Given enough time, Mikkelsen might be able to learn how to butcher a whale and complete the associated disassembly.

But at that time, he didn't take it seriously at all and threw the whole whale in. The reason why no one came out to stop him was because of the proportion of the number of people. Only Mikkelsen participated in the whole session.
Following the officer's order, the guards left the vicinity of the airtight door one by one. A few tall guards held cutting saws in their hands and stood guard on both sides of the door, their faces full of vigilance.

This kind of atmosphere made the three non-Mikkelsen volunteers who were immersed in the lofty aspirations uncontrollably tense up, but seeing that the 'Mikkelsen friends' around them were so indifferent, they also pretended to be displeased. Assuming it.

For a moment, the entire team formed a stark contrast with the guards, loyalty beyond words
The warning light on the airtight door kept flashing orange light, and opened from the middle amidst low-pitched alarm sounds, and the front and rear airtight doors opened to the left, right, and up and down respectively.

The louder roar of the Big Stomach God rushed in like a wave of air. From this distance, the sound didn't sound like a bowel movement, but more like the dying howls of dozens of people dying tragically.

Outside the airtight door, there is a ring-shaped metal grid platform. Dim lights are turned on and illuminated from a higher place, making all this even more terrifying, as if it is the gate of hell that is opening.

Mikkelsen climbed down the rope last time, but he didn't notice that there was such a facility, and of course there was no light to guide him at that time.

In the pitch-black environment, Mikkelsen couldn't accurately calculate the height of his free fall. He only remembered that he seemed to be swallowed by the darkness when he fell, without any pain.

Revisiting the old place made Mikkelsen very motivated. Without the urging of the guards next to him, Mikkelsen No. [-] walked out of the gate first.

Ten people just filed out like this, standing on the metal platform, the door behind them was slowly closed again, and now there was only a light that was an unknown number of meters above their heads to provide them with the necessary lighting.

"You need to divide into two teams and go down the stairs on the left and right sides. The equipment that needs to be cleaned is 15 meters below the platform." The officer's voice came from the communicator: "It seems that you are lucky today, that monster The Big Stomach God is sleeping soundly, you better be careful and pray that it won't wake up."

Of course there was no need for more communication between Mikkelsen, they were naturally grouped, and the three non-Mikkelsen members were dispersed in two teams.

If it didn't take a certain amount of time for transformation, the three of them would join the big family in a second.

There was a non-Mikkelsen member in the team of Mikkelsen No. [-]. They went down the stairs on the right, and soon saw the so-called machine that served the gods——

It's a retractable, large cut-off saw that's nearly three meters long
At this time, the thing was in a folded state, and a thick lump of dark red ice was frozen on its surface.

On the other side, Mickelson No. [-]'s team was on the other side of the platform. The equipment they were cleaning up was the same type of telescopic arm, except that the front section was a huge mechanical pliers.

"They really treated you like a pig and slaughtered you." Mikkelsen No. [-] tapped the ice layer with his hand, and then chopped it off with the metal rod in his hand without hesitation.

Boom!
The dull sound was incompatible with the roar of the Great Stomach God, and it kept echoing throughout the pit.

This seemed to be a ritual, awakening something in the deep pit, and the Mikkelsen were keenly hearing the slippery sound of the mucus being pulled.

In the next second, Mikkelsen No. [-], who was the first to witness the God of the Big Stomach, saw a tentacle with a diameter of about [-] centimeters, a dark red body, and a chrysanthemum-like tentacle emerging from the bottom of the platform. .

"Be careful, they don't have vision and hearing, but they rely on induction vibrations to find targets. It is difficult for them to find you if you stay still." The officer reminded: "But you must complete the cleaning work before the door will open again, so I suggest Complete this task as quickly as you can while you are physically strong."

Just as the officer was speaking, more than a dozen thick and thin tentacles appeared from all directions, and people stood around the volunteers, as if waiting for the call of the next shock.

"What have you evolved into? Overeating, I almost vomited, really." Mikkelsen No. [-] reached out and gently stroked one of the tentacles, whose surface was covered with mucus.

　PS: Therefore, the content of this chapter is zero
　　PS: Check for typos later, we have an epidemic again, and there will be no one for nucleic acid testing between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] tomorrow morning.
　　
　
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