Chapter 1209 Observation

Then, one day, two days.

One week, two weeks.

No trace of the Evangelical Seat was ever seen again.

Just like a patient hunter, after sensing the alertness, vigilance and even murderous intention of the prey, he hid in the darkness.

Despite countless people waiting anxiously, they remained motionless.

Only occasionally in the deep turbulence and in the observation of many abyss fortresses, traces and corners appear faintly, but soon, they will mysteriously disappear into the darkness.

Some people even think that it has sunk into the abyss again and returned to Elysium. But something so huge cannot disappear out of thin air. Once it starts running again, it will be impossible to hide its huge mass and gravity. But at the same time, some people say that the transfer was achieved through the blood river of the subjugated country, the storm channel of the Thunder Sea, or even the ladder of the Golden Dawn.

Regardless of the disputes and speculations, the Search Mirror's search and the Bronze Eye's observation team never stopped their actions.

Scholars from the current world or the border and the exploration team of the Tomb of the Unreturner are constantly going back and forth between the present world and the abyss, walking through the hell realm from the hidden path, observing the existence of the strange thing, looking for it The traces left by passing through.

Unfortunately, dozens of teams spread across different depths all came away with nothing.

"Maybe, they've all gone away, right?"

Depth 71, hell and sea with number T87671.

Amidst the strong humidity and sultry wind, on the dry sand dunes, the sunburnt scholar held an umbrella and lay under the antenna, recording the values ​​in embarrassment.

Feeling the itching and pain on the skin cracks, I couldn't help complaining: "There are so many people, everyone has taken risks, and now they are running into the abyss. Not to mention delivering food to their door, they are desperate... The gentlemen above are moving If we move our mouths, our legs will break. The result? It has been half a month, and not a single hair has been found."

"Stop beeping and keep working."

The middle-aged man wearing only underpants in the tent looked at the data summarized on the screen and impatiently interrupted the complaint on the intercom: "Damn it, it seems that when you were selecting the topic, you were beating your chest and wanting to give your life for the current situation. It seems like it’s not you… but you just ran around for a few days and started complaining?”

"Young people are so stupid, haha. I wish I could run away in vain."

"You really found something, can you run away?"

Ridiculous mocking laughter rang out from the channel, and soon disappeared again, because a weak figure holding up his pants staggered back to the tent.

"Water, give me water..."

Tony groaned hoarsely with a horse face.

He was about to collapse.

"It hasn't stopped yet?" The captain was stunned.

"I suspect that someone who likes to mess around has drugged me. From last night to now, nothing has been right... Didn't he just laugh at him and say "girlfriend is too much", as for being so vindictive?"

Tony complained, pulling open his collar to fan himself, revealing a lot of chest hair and dense scars. No matter which one it is, it's enough to make your eyes hurt.

"Did you find anything, everyone?" he asked.

He was answered with helpless silence.

Nothing was found.

"Drink water first and take the medicine." The captain said: "This kind of mutant dysentery in hell is very fatal. If you leave it alone, sooner or later your intestines will be pulled out, and people will be suppurating by then..."

"I've taken it a long time ago, not to mention dysentery, detoxification, anti-inflammatory, sterilization, and even half a catty of thermite. It's useless." Tony took out a few hollowed-out tablets and couldn't help but add more. He took off a piece of clothing and shivered: "To be honest, something's not right. I don't feel very good..."

He lowered his head and looked at the hairs on the back of his hands.

Something has started to go wrong since last night...

Inexplicable discomfort and panic.

Then, he heard the warning sound from the instrument again, for the first time in these days.

"What's going on?" He looked around, but couldn't understand.

"The fourth phase of the wave, there is a new gravitational field floating up... but there is no follow-up record, it is a false alarm." The captain took a look and sighed helplessly: "I told you earlier, the equipment issued by the Technology Department should be updated, the intelligent Be smarter... With this model, whenever the brightness is higher than the standard flicker, it will beep."

Then, there was another alarm.

Annoying.

Everyone has long been accustomed to it.

Only Tony couldn't help but shudder.

wrong.

Something's not quite right...

He lowered his head and looked at the pendant on his pants - the early warning device Lucien gave him.

"This thing is given to you, just hang it wherever you like."

On the way back, the archaeological team expert took off the pendant from his backpack and gave it to him: "It is very simple to use. If it turns red, then relax, it means there is danger. If it is white, it means safe." Be more careful.”

"Why?" Tony looked dumbfounded at the handful of pieces in his hand.

"Because sometimes, if you know you are going to die, you will be afraid and run away. But if it cannot detect anything, you will be paralyzed and careless, and then you will suddenly die without knowing it."

Lucien described the many tragic cases he knew in a calm to cruel tone, "This thing is not a universal radar. If it was really that useful, I wouldn't give it away so casually.

I'm giving it to you, not to give you a warning. It is to let newcomers like you, who are exploring hell, know that things that can kill you may appear at any time. "

"Don't feel ashamed, and don't feel ashamed of being suspicious. There are countless people with suspicion, paranoia and obsessive behavior in the archaeological team, but it doesn't matter. As long as it is beneficial to survival, it doesn't matter if it is a little troublesome - and those who are in Anyone who didn't run away immediately when the storm started would have been dead long ago."

In the end, Lucien showed him the dense scars on his back.

After a lifetime of pioneering, this old guy has never given his opponents any chance to take advantage of in a head-on confrontation. He will use any means to kill him; and those who are chasing behind him will not kill him, no matter what the grudge is. Either the spirit or the curse could only watch him flee.

This is the most proud honor and medal.

"If you're scared, just run."

“If something doesn’t feel right, pack up your things and run away.”

When parting at the fork in the road, Lucien left behind some advice from an old timer: "Exploring hell is not about fighting, running away is not embarrassing, and only those who don't run are ridiculous."

When he thought of this, Tony shuddered inexplicably.

The deep coldness rose from his back again.

This time, he didn't hesitate anymore and jumped up from the ground, "Let's go!"

Everyone looked at him in astonishment, as if they were looking at a fool.

Only Tony kept moving. He quickly started the warm-up program of the phase return capsule, turned around and yelled at the group of dazed guys: "Move quickly, why are you still standing there?"

"What's wrong? Are you crazy?" Some people found it difficult to understand.

But when Tony took out his license and the authority given by the authority, others had no choice but to obey. But there are still people who are dawdling.

The scholar under the antenna was packing his things in a panic: "My data, my data..."

"Damn it, forget about the data, everyone leaves immediately!"

Tony stood up and kicked the guy who was stalling for time, then picked up the guy next to him who was still struggling and pushed him towards the transfer cabin: "Didn't you hear that? Come on! You're still wearing pants like shit, let's go."

It was difficult for everyone to understand what the lunatic sent by the command to oversee the work was thinking, but when Tony raised his gun, they could only obey.

There was no time to take care of the instruments or the data, and there was no time to pack up the tent.

Everyone squeezed into the escape cabin that they had brought with them as quickly as possible. They huddled together in the narrow space and were almost vomited by the strong smell of sweat. But Tony kept pushing people in from outside.

Some people had already yelled angrily, and some had already made up their minds to complain and make him look good... But soon, everyone shut up.

Because the world outside the return cabin is rapidly dimming.

Amidst the harsh alarms sounded by various instruments, a terrifying darkness that was enough to be visually confirmed slowly rose from the end of the earth and spread rapidly across the sky.

All places shrouded in darkness are quickly falling into deathly silence.

It was as if some kind of terrifying celestial body was rapidly approaching, casting a shadow so deep that it could annihilate everything. Even the hurricane had disappeared.

Killed in the dark.

In the end, when Tony finally squeezed in behind the hatch, everyone had held their breath and even dared not make any more noise.

He just stared wide-eyed at the darkness that was rapidly approaching.

In the air, a piercing scream sounded...

Gospel Holy See!

It’s really the Holy See of the Gospel…it appears!

"Fuck, what kind of bad luck is this? I must take leave this time when I go back. I'll take a fucking break! Damn protecting the world, fucking responsibilities and work..."

Tony was lying on the inner door, cursing, and quickly entered the identification code and permissions on the dashboard with one hand to unlock the block.

But until now, no one came out of the tent belatedly.

Holding a lot of information.

He looked at everything in front of him blankly, in disbelief, but soon he realized what he was doing, screamed and rushed towards the transfer cabin, beating the door with all his strength.

"Wait for me, wait -"

Through the glass, you can see the face that is gradually distorting in fear.

Tony's horse face was still soft and twisted, his expression could not be seen, and even his voice had no fluctuation.

"Sorry, brother."

Snapped!

He clicked the final button.

The harsh sound of electric current burst out from the cabin, violent vibrations were set off, and the world was spinning.

At the last moment, what everyone saw outside the glass was a face that was gradually dissolving through changes in depth, collapsing under the wash of tears, with flesh and blood disintegrating and bones exposed.

In the end, the weather was lost in the surging darkness, never to be seen again.

Only the screams remain...

Then, there was nothing.

Amidst the constant bursts of electric sparks and violent vibrations, some people cried, shouted, some roared, some cursed the bad luck and the astronomical society, some were silent, gritted their teeth, and clung to everything that could be fixed. Physical stuff.

Until the end, with a loud bang, everyone's eyes went dark.

The huge cabin appeared out of thin air above the square, rolled on the floor, and flew out. The rusted iron plates peeled off, thick smoke came out of the frame, and it completely fell apart.

Amidst the screams, Tony slowly crawled out of the crack, pushed away the medical staff who arrived, propped himself up, dragged his broken left leg, and staggered towards the corner.

One hammer broke the glass of the alarm device.

Smashed that button.

"It's coming."

Tony said to the projection falling from the sky, "I hope you are ready to entertain."

The projection nodded expressionlessly and disappeared.

Almost at the same time, a piercing alarm sounded from the sky above the Solano defense line, waking up all the sergeants in their dreams. Amidst the thunderous thunder, countless huge containers fell from the sky and were thrown over by the Rainbow Bridge.

The project is accelerating.

The defense line extends and proliferates at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And just fifteen minutes later, a mass response that made all the instruments scream appeared from the observations of the Real World.

Five minutes later, a huge shadow passed over a corner of the current defensive front, leaving behind ripples and waves that triggered countless alerts.

Ten minutes later, in the boiling darkness, a solemn crown of light slowly rose.

The faces of four living creatures emerged from hell and sang hymns.

The gospel spreads.

Wrapped in countless darkness, loaded with disasters from hell and countless swarms, the huge shadow that had been hidden behind many abyssal fortresses rose again, and rushed towards the present situation at a terrifying speed!

Half a month after the destruction of Black Rock Fortress, the man-made hell from Elysium once again stepped onto the battlefield.

Before that, the piercing screams had already resounded through the abyss!

——The Holy See of the Gospel, ascend!