Players please close your eyes

Chapter 209 209.【Gate of Hell】

"Here we are."

Without even a moment to feel sad for his companions who were overtaken by living corpses, the jeep had already arrived at this small town.

I don't know when the blazing flame pillar appeared in everyone's field of vision. It was only then that Lukar from the Waste Capital Group discovered that the flame pillar itself was very thin, but the ignited air and light around it made people... An illusion occurred.

In fact, upon entering the town, everyone can see its source at a glance.

That's a door.

The door was surrounded by blazing flames, and the fire light shot straight into the sky. The door was wide open, but because the flames distorted the line of sight, no one could see what was inside.

"Those monsters seem to have disappeared."

Marianne looked around. It was obvious that no one had visited this town for a long time. The ruins were covered with dust and garbage. A dilapidated flag fluttered in the wind. It was the flag of Siberia's mining industry. No one would fly it in any region now. Such a flag has been raised.

Instead of getting out of the car rashly, Ramesses from Pyramid Media looked behind him. The monster that was chasing them suddenly disappeared, as if being sucked into a rift in time.

It was too quiet, with only the door standing across the center of the town square, like death, silent and impossible to ignore.

"We are safe."

Chekov had seen such a scene, and he was even a little moved at the moment.

Many years later, he finally had the opportunity to stand in front of this door again.

"Is it safe?"

Ramses felt something was wrong, how could he get here so easily.

"Then go and close the door."

He looked at Chekov.

The old man didn't answer, but opened the door and got out of the car, took two steps forward and approached the door.

At this time, they discovered that the door seemed illusory and they could see the building behind it through it.

Ramses picked up a stone from the ground and wrote scratches on the ground, which seemed to be an ancient writing.

Suddenly, the piece of ground turned up on its own, as if there was some creature lurking underneath. The cracks approached the illusory door and went straight through it.

"Strange, although there is flame, there is no temperature."

Ramesses thought it was strange.

Du Ruo, who was in charge of driving, kept the jeep ready to start at any time. He also got out of the car and took a few steps towards the door. There was no hot wind blowing in his face, only silence.

"Teacher, this door doesn't seem to be in this world."

Du Ruo thought for a while, then turned to ask his former teacher Chekov.

"Yes."

Chekov nodded. He did not continue to explain, but continued to move forward. Without Ramses and others having time to stop him, he stretched out his hand towards the blazing flames.

Surprisingly, the flames did not burn his arms. In fact, Chekov's hand just penetrated the door. His whole body came into the door, but he could not really cross the narrow door frame. , go to the other side of the world.

That was out of reach for him.

Chekov stood there blankly, a little confused, as if he was thinking or reminiscing.

For eighty years, every time Chekov lay in bed at night and closed his eyes, he could hear the sound at that time.

The sky is full of snow and wind, the roar of horses, the crisp sound of bullets being loaded, and the low roar of the monster that is always hidden in the darkness.

Behind them, Ramesses and Lukar saw Chekov unscathed despite being in the flames. They felt confused and deceived.

“So, what’s in the middle of Chernobyl?”

Lukar from the Waste Capital Group asked. He took off the sunglasses he had been wearing before and carefully examined the burning illusory door. He also stretched out his hand, and the flames passed through his palms without any warmth.

"It's a door."

Chekov replied, his voice becoming a little hollow.

"Of course we know there is a door here. Isn't this nonsense? Say something useful."

Lukar, dissatisfied with Chekov's attitude, urged.

Although those monsters are now gone, no one knows how long it will be quiet here, and whether the pollution will subtly affect the people present.

"Eighty years ago, a troop came here for a secret mission. At that time, monsters from foreign lands were all over the mountains and plains. Humanity had just won a difficult battle and was counterattacking with all its strength. The investigators discovered a method that could destroy all monsters. The way to catch most monsters in one go is to use the abyss to drag them down and completely disappear from human sight. "

Chekov said quietly.

"I was also a member of that unit. I was only fourteen years old at the time. My hometown and relatives were taken away by those monsters. I only had a strong hatred for those monsters, but the company commander and political commissar at the time let me I rode away on horseback. They lied to me that they were sending a message, but later I found out that the mission of this unit was gone. They were just soft-hearted and wanted me to survive as a young man. "

"Is this the origin of [The Coward]?"

Marianne of Pantheon Technology mused.

In the past, many people only knew that Chekov was a survivor of a war involving anomalies and thought he was a deserter, but they did not know what happened. Nowadays, there is no contradiction in Chekov's story.

"I regretted leaving them at that time. I thought more than once that I should have died that night instead of living for so many years."

Chekov sighed in the fire.

"It's a pity that the company commander and the others are in a depth that I can never reach. I will never be able to see them again, or even touch that door."

"Is that why you did these things to bring them back to reality?"

Lukar from the Wasteland Group felt as if he had figured out the truth of the matter.

"No, they worked so hard, even at the expense of their own lives, just to keep those monsters in the abyss. How could I try to desecrate their sacrifices."

Chekov shook his head.

"This incident is a tragedy, and it is also inevitable. As long as someone covets the remaining power here, and someone thinks they can control the pollution, then the magic box of Chernobyl will one day be opened. While I am still alive I can try to stop it, but when I get older and a new generation comes up, their arrogance and pride will eventually drive them to get involved here. "

Hearing this, Du Ruo glanced at Rameses and Lukar.

Obviously Lubyanka Entertainment is not the only one behind this incident.

"What I can do is make this place sink completely into the abyss, reaching a depth that no one can ever reach."

As Chekov spoke, the blazing and illusory flame seemed to become a bit more real. The slightly hot wind rose from the ground, and the pillar of the flame became more dazzling.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the door.