Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 727: Trap

"The number of the Fallen God's race had dropped severely," the small puppet said. "But they still exist." He said.

"Do you have the location? Or can you track them?" I asked.

"We don't have sufficient energy to track them, the Bastion has been running on low resource allocation for tens of thousands of years," he said.

"Damn, I would have wanted to at least have a surveillance system on, at least we can see them and prepare," I said.

"There is no reason not to, after all, I have seen one of your puppets," he said.

"I can't, the puppets I own have no souls, I fear that the internal system would not recognize them or destroy them," I said.

"As long as I allow the frequency that belongs to your puppets, they should be able to move around the base. However, there is an issue," he said.

With the ability to freely move about I'd be able to have the full map of the base in no time. A great boon to our current predicament I say.

"What's the issue?" Dao Shen asked.

"The Fallen God's race might notice the new puppets, so you'll have to act prudently. If they realize that a change has happened to the Bastion, they might start investigating. And if they find you… I would advise you terminate yourselves lest they break the gates down using your souls."

"If they can break the gate, why not use our own soul power to open a passage?" Law asked.

"The Soul power you all carry within you is not enough to do so." The puppet said.

I frowned, "Then what allows the Rakshasa able to use ours to open the door while we can't do the same?"

"The Rakshasa? I see, that is what you call them. Fair, let's name them that. As for your soul power, it is not enough, however, if they were to feed it to our Queen and then use her to open the path then it would override the protective system. The facility cannot use any random soul to morph, it needs the direct interference of the royal bloodline."

"Hold on, you're saying that the woman I saw in that video is still alive?" I asked.

"I wouldn't call that living, nor would I call it being dead. The rakshasas are cruel, but at the same time, they do have intelligence. They had realized that if they were to kill every life form on the Bastion, then they would never be able to exit. Follow me, I can show you what I'm talking about," the small puppet said.

I nodded to our group and we followed him into the tower. Explore more at m,v l'e-NovelFire

Once we arrived at the door, the puppet used one of its tentacle limbs and connected it to a circuit, it lit up and a small platform manifested beyond the door. It rolled forward and waited for us to get on.

Once we did so, the platform rose up to a certain level of the tower and another door opened for us leading to a bridge.

The bridge extended from the tower to another room.

As we were walking on the bridge we were able to see the entire dome. Underneath us were more bridges each leading to a different section, and even above us were more bridges. The height was enough to cause a serious injury if one were to fall, especially with the flight ban inside the Bastion.

Once we arrived at the other room the puppet once again opened the door for us using its tentacle. Inside this room was one small prop in the middle of the room with a crystal half sphere on top of it.

There was a small keyhole on the side of the prop where the puppet inserted its tentacle and soon the orb began lighting up. A projection appeared on top of it and soon began playing another video.

The video was the continuation from where the first one stopped. The fight where the Queen of these people was fighting beyond the door.

She had a long broadsword on her, and a set of golden armor. Her face was not visible as half of it was covered by a golden owl helmet. With a small thin veil covering the rest of her face.

The veil was torn and bloodied, and her sword was chipped in many places.

She was holding her rib with one hand, and gasping desperately while her other sword was tearing apart the incoming beasts. Hundreds of Rakshasas were charging her. Each one of them seemed to be the bottom barrel of the bunch.

The white Rakshasa were numerous and were moving all over the hallway where the queen was fighting, some ever were upside down on the ceiling and others were running across the walls. Hundreds of them charged at her and she kept them at bay for the few people behind the door.

As for the other side of the hallway, you could see more Rakshasas who are different than the white ones.

The first was a bunch of gray-colored Rakshasa, they were far bulkier, and heavy-looking ones. Their bodies were towering over any of the white Rakshasas with two tails behind them instead of one. As for their front limbs, unlike the white Rakshasas' mantis limbs these ones had fully developed arms and hands. Six fingers and a thumb on each hand.

And each finger which by the way was easily the size of a grown man's arm ended in a long sharp claw.

The gray rakshasas looked like guards to the third type of these creatures.

Unlike the massive-sized guards, this one was small in stature, close to that of a human, although it was quadrupedal like its brethren, it had a more "Human" physique. As its front arms looked similar to that of mankind, while its four legs were thinner and leaner. Its body was quite skinny, but its head was completely different. The size of its head was massive to say the least.

Unlike the xenomorph skull on every other rakshasa, this one's head was a skull that was attached to a saucer.

It was sending several grunts, one after another, and low screeches. And you could notice that whenever it made a different sound, the creatures attacking the Queen would either retreat hastily or attack in bulk. Each different sound had a different reaction. They were organized and were following orders.

The Queen seemed to have noticed that and pulled a spear from her side. She didn't hesitate in throwing the most powerful spear throw I have seen to date. With enough strength, it tore through any of the white Rakshasas in the way that tried to block it.

Torpedoing through their bodies as if they were made of butter and continued on until it was about to pierce into the dark Rakshasa.

The latter didn't even move, as the guard threw themselves forward, grabbing the spear with all their might. The first few had their arms torn, the latter desperately held on, and the last few completely stopped the spear.

With that much power exerted, the Queen's wounds flared up and more blood ruptured out of them and even from her mouth. Seeing that she was about to be overwhelmed. She held a knife to her neck and was about to end her own life.

But before she could even act, something stabbed into the back of her neck, the screen was fuzzed up a bit and soon another type of rakshasas showed up. This one had only two legs and stood taller than the Queen by at least two heads. It had a skull that extended all the way to its lower back and its entire body was silver.

In its open palm was a long thorn that it used to stab the queen and stop her from moving.

A paralyzing agent. They didn't kill her there. As the white rakshasas moved out of the way, two of the gray brutes came forward and dragged the Queen with them.

The white rakshasas then began collecting the bodies of their dead comrades until everything was cleared away. The only one remaining was the silver rakshasa who turned to face the camera angle and pointed its arm toward it. The thorn on its arm shot up and the screen blackened.

"That is all we know of the fight, as for our Queen, we managed to locate her," He said.

He then twisted his arm a bit and another screen showed up.

"We can only use this for a short period of time lest we are noticed," the puppet said.

The screen showed a room with nothing but skeletons on the ground, skeletons that belonged to long-since-dead humans. And in the middle of the room was the woman who was caught, it was obvious from the color of her golden hair.

She was trapped inside ice with several gray brute rakshasas in a dormant position next to her.

"They really are still alive…" Law said.

"How come? How did they survive the passage of time?"

"Why wouldn't they?" the robot said, "They have no souls, they require no sustenance, and they don't age. They can remain in that form like a gargoyle for as long as time exists without any care or worry."

"We found a dead one though," I said.

"A dead one? That is impossible, if one of their kin dies they will sense it, and will always drag its body or its remains back to their base. They'll consume it rather than let it rot."

"We really did find a dead one, it turned to dust the moment we touched it…"Law said.

The puppet snapped back to Law and said, "You said it turned to dust? Did you take the crystal with you?" he asked. His tone was rather ominous.

"I did… why is that a problem?"

"A problem? It's a huge one! That was bait, it was meant to trap those who don't know how these things act. The moment the crystal is moved, they can sense it and can track its position…"

The puppet didn't even have time to finish its words before we heard the soul-rending screech of the rakshasas echoing through the ship.