"Nothing... I'm just feeling sad that there are still people who have guessed the truth and choose to enter the dream on their own initiative." Lieutenant Colonel Kabu shook his head and sighed.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he changed his tone to a formal one: "Go activate our warriors."
"Lieutenant Colonel?" Needle was really surprised.
This is the military camp’s final resort... Everything seems calm now... Are we going to do this right away?
"I said, this war started the moment they landed at the airport." Lieutenant Colonel Kabu murmured, "For us poor wanderers, it is unwise to let the local forces discover our plans and goals and prepare for war. Even if their gods may be dead, we can't take risks. We must take the initiative in the war from the beginning."
"...This is exactly what we expect!" Needle also became serious. He returned the telescope to the other party, stood at attention and saluted him. "We trust you completely, Lieutenant Colonel! I'll go right away!"
"Wait." Lieutenant Colonel Kabu stopped him and asked, "...even though you have no idea who I am?"
"What's the difference?" Needle asked, "No matter who you are, no matter what your name was, you are a Mithros like us - oh, now I should say a Manion. Then our wishes must be the same. We believe that your wish is our wish, and we all want to lead everyone to regain freedom and hope."
He saluted Lieutenant Colonel Cab again, then quickly ran downstairs and left.
"A Manion?" Alla-Kabu stared at the dark doorway of the corridor, and suddenly a trace of disgust appeared on his face.
"You are still spreading your influence after all these years. It's amazing... 'Prophet'."
“But what if we achieve this?”
"Your wish, your people, and even your world, I will soon get them."
On the other side, Needle quickly ran back to his officers' dormitory. Along the way, many people saw him and greeted him, but he ignored them all and went straight into the dormitory, opened his mouth wide, groped in from the lower teeth, and pulled out a terminal tooth.
Looking closely, there is actually a metal structure underneath the tooth. It has spiral patterns and serrations that match the characteristics of a key. Needle used the key to open the small safe hidden under the bed in the bedroom and carefully took out a jar of glassware from it.
There was some dark purple jelly-like gelatin accumulated in the container, among which was a fat white worm that looked like a silkworm but was almost as thick as a palm.
Needle opened the jar and reached in, letting his fingers pinch the bug.
At this moment, he thought about a lot of things, from the messy memories he accepted when he just woke up, to the sense of mission that suddenly arose after learning his identity, to the oath he made to the starry sky, and finally all the pictures condensed into the picture of himself saluting Lieutenant Colonel Cab.
"For 'Manion'!"
He got angry and crushed the bug into pieces.
At this moment, everyone in the Eastern Military Camp - and even in the living area surrounding the camp - came to a standstill.
The stove is burning and the smoke is rising. There are old people sitting at the door smoking, women standing in front of the stove cooking, men reading newspapers and chatting at the street corner, and even children chasing cats and dogs for fun.
It was like someone had pressed a switch and everyone's movements were frozen.
"Woof?" A little black dog turned around with confusion and tried to get closer to his little master cautiously.
The little master was playing with the ball with me just now, why did he suddenly stop moving?
The little black dog had limited understanding, and its instinct was reminding it that something terrible was happening to the thing that was frozen in place. But it was still unwilling to run away, as it did not believe that its young master would hurt it.
It tried to continue to move closer to its master's feet, but the next moment, an alien hook pierced through its skull, put it on its finger and lifted it up.
He was a teenager, wearing a linen shirt with a strong rural flavor, and the fabric was not thick even in this season. He stared at his best friend with a pair of scarlet eyes, looking at it as if he was seeing it for the first time.
The little black dog has died. It is lucky because it died without much pain and will not see what is going to happen next.
Chi chi chi——
Hot smoke began to emerge from the boy's body. Within a few seconds, his bones and flesh shrank drastically, and he looked like a skeleton that had been drained of blood and nutrients.
Then these nutrients began to be transformed into new power from the inside. His skin was broken, and the bones extended and fused with the skin. Two huge blood bubbles suddenly burst out under his shoulder blades, and after the blood bubbles burst, several pairs of transparent wings stretched out.
His face was also covered with bones, where the flesh and blood were transformed and deformed, and a pair of asymmetrical "giant compound eyes" grew on the upper left and middle right sides of his head.
However, this pair of compound eyes does not completely conform to the structure of insects. There are dozens of human eyeballs in the eyelids of each compound eye. They move extremely flexibly in the grooves of the eyelids, making this monster look even more terrifying.
"hungry……"
Using the last bit of consciousness it had left to utter these vague syllables, the newborn insect man turned his head to look in all directions, and instantly took off into the air and rushed towards the north.
There was a strong smell of blood.
And this is not an isolated case.
Living quarters, military camps... each of the 2000 soldiers underwent the same deformation. They may be slightly different in details, but it can be seen that they belong to the same species as the insect man that the boy transformed into.
The distortion and transformation consumed a large amount of flesh, blood and fat. An indescribable hunger was emerging from the depths of their souls, driving them to spread their wings and soar into the sky, rushing towards the street in a black mass.
"Go."
At the top of the tower, Lieutenant Colonel Kabu whispered as he watched the spectacular scene.
"Go hunting."
"To fight."
“No need to win.”
"Just scare them."
Of course, the convoy parked on the street discovered this terrible mutation at the first time. The trucks immediately opened their doors, and fully armed canned knights jumped out of the carriages.
"Sir!" A knight approached the car window, "What should we do... They can fly!"
The Flintstone Knights were the unquestionable kings of land warfare, and they even eliminated the previous generation of kings in prehistoric records - infantry fighting vehicles and tanks. But they had no way to deal with this extremely flexible flying target.
In addition to the Kellward Crusher hammer, the standard-equipped Flintstone Knight also holds a Screamer machine gun, but that kind of equipment is too heavy, and even the bullets have to be hung two or three times on the body. They didn't expect to encounter such a situation on this trip, and the number of guns is simply not enough to deal with so many Zerg people.
Some insect men had already spotted them and swooped down to try to attack the convoy, but were all smashed to pieces by the warhammers.
But this was not a solution. Screams and screams were coming from behind the house. If we didn't find a way to restrain these things, they would probably kill and eat everyone in the parish!
"Let me do it."
There was no choice but for Old Bal to get off the bus.
There was sparks on his eyebrows and fire flashed deep in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced at the back seat.
Unfortunately, there were baffles on the back and front seats, so he didn't know what happened inside.
Let me not care about you no matter what...Did you ever think that it would cause such a big fuss?
With a snort, Old Bal didn't bother to care.
Morality has no binding force on him. As a monster who has lived long enough, the only thing that restrains him is that he does not want this paradise to cease to exist.
"There is no hope for Talignan."
He looked towards the tower in the distance.
"If you want to destroy this place, I hope your skills are as strong as your courage."
With a crackling sound, the clothes he was wearing were torn to pieces.
The horns, scales, and cuticle moved in the air like blurry spots. As the two dragon wings spread out, an angry fire dragon appeared out of thin air.
It tore through a large cloud of gathered insects, raised its head and opened its mouth, letting out a howl full of defiance towards the dark sky.
At the same time, in the dream world of Misros, Director Shadow Lion, who had organized people to go find the shelter, received a mysterious letter.
[I knew you would come to me.]
There was only this sentence in the letter, which seemed very incoherent.
Is it Marlon Exon?
Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows, but quickly denied the speculation.
It couldn't be him, that wasn't the guy's tone.
Then it should be...
Lilan-Yondor?
Yongdol... He did say that if he wanted to contact him again, he would have to come to the Dream World, so he saw those ads too? He knew I was coming?
Squinting her eyes, Xia Yibing asked the servant at the door to go find Qiao Liu.
Lilan-Yondor...
She had to test this guy to see if he could be trusted.
Chapter 47: The Wail of the Victims (Two in One)
"You ask where this letter came from?" Qiao Liu came quickly, but facing Xia Yibing's questioning, she said she knew nothing about it.
Isn't a letter just a letter? Someone put it in the mailbox and then it was delivered. How could she know what the letter went through in the meantime? She couldn't have been hiding in the mailbox from the beginning, staring through the gap to see who put it in.
"Forget it." From her stupid reaction, Xia Yibing knew that it had nothing to do with her. It was useless to ask. She turned to the issue that the Sulfur Stone Company should be most concerned about at the moment: "Do you want to find a prehistoric shelter?"
Qiao Su's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Prehistoric shelters... that was the focus of my discussion with my father, and the element they were most concerned about. Xia Sha asked it directly?
What does she want to do? Has she figured out what is going on here, so she wants to cooperate with the Sulfur Stone Company?
"I have been investigating the current social situation during this period." Xia Yibing said, "I found that the Sulfur Stone Company has always had an ambiguous relationship with some people who came out of the 'Fortress', of course, this includes us."
"And you guys aren't just doing this for charity, are you?" she asked tentatively. "So many people, housing, food, and needs... Even though Sulfur Stone is considered a giant in Yuya, this burden is very heavy. It's hard for me not to suspect that you are up to something."
Qiao Liu was secretly surprised, because even though these things were relatively easy to investigate, the person in front of him had never left the house in the past few days.
How did she find out?
Just relying on those who came to her after seeing the advertisement? Those ugly guys actually have such ability?
"Oh!" But she still looked very natural on the surface, "You know everything, yes, Sister Xia Sha, our Sulfur Stone Company has been committed to doing a very difficult task, I think we may need your help here."
"You have to tell me what you want to do first."
"We want to restore the worship of Lana." Qiao Liu hesitated, but decided to tell her the truth.
"Worship of Lana? Isn't what you are doing now considered worship of her?"
Xia Yibing didn't understand.
The information she had found out these days, plus the information Josie had sent back, were enough for her to have a basic understanding of the social structure and civilization of Misros at this time.
First of all, according to Misros' own calendar, today is the 2746th year of the Solar Calendar.
This is a scary number. If we start counting from the day the Solar calendar was invented, it means that the person who invented the Solar calendar, if she is still alive, has already lived through nearly 2800 years.
When Xia Yibing first learned this, she was inevitably upset, but she tried not to think about the bad consequences and forced herself to summarize and sort out other information.
After careful comparison and verification, especially after handling a large number of incomplete and currently worthless documents from the Sulfur Stone Company, she was finally able to confirm and affirm one thing, that is, today in the year 2746 of the Blazing Solar Calendar, there was a very long distance from the day when she and Hitzfeld first came in and saw the red giant star - almost a thousand years after that day.
why would you say so?
Because even though today's Mithros have gaps in their memory about past history, at the very least, they know that the invasion of the Mother of Deep Space began around the time before the Blazing Solar Calendar, in a period known as the "Three Causes Calendar."
This war spanned nearly three thousand years from the "Three Causes Calendar" to the "Scarlet Sun Calendar", and reached its climax about a thousand years ago, which is the period called the "decisive battle" by contemporary Misros people.
Xia Yibing saw the description of the "satellite plan" in the literature, which was important evidence for her current inference.
The so-called satellite plan is to drive Lana to spray seedlings into the deep space. After being bathed in the light of the blazing sun, the seedlings will begin to grow and grow. They can grow into spore outposts that can accommodate nearly 10,000 people in an instant. Each outpost ball can also be connected by vines and leaves, which is equivalent to creating a deep defense line around Mithros. Any invasion that wants to get close to Mithros must first break through this spider web.
This is undoubtedly what Xia Yibing saw and even experienced. Combined with the fact that the "Satellite Project" has failed today, most of the spore outposts are abandoned and necrotic. She can certainly conclude that the era she is currently in should be after that.
This would also explain why a hinterland city like Yuya would be attacked. Even though such attacks on hinterlands seem to be uncommon so far, judging from the reactions of Qiao Liu and others, they were not "particularly surprised" by this.
Otherwise, why would there be so many shelters in Yuya?
There are hundreds of natural barriers built by Lana in this city. With such sufficient preparations in advance, you can tell from the alert mentality that the situation on the front line should not be optimistic.
Qiao Liu always tells me that they won the "decisive battle", but how come the situation is worse than before after winning?
Xia Yibing still doesn't have a clear idea for the time being. After all, Marseille and others have just woken up not long ago and haven't yet made it up, so they can't bring some important information about the deep space outpost.
In addition, Qiao Liu seemed to be willing to give in, so she immediately seized the opportunity to ask questions, intending to clear up all the troubles.
"You ask too many questions..." Qiao Liu was helpless, "Take your time... What do you want to know first?"
"Let's talk about the battle first." Xia Yibing said, "Wait - let's talk about your worship first. Haven't you always been worshipping Lana?"
"You came from the 'Fortress', so your family was active at least a thousand years ago. It's not surprising to have such an idea." Qiao Liu smiled and said, "But in fact... ever since the great prophet 'Manion' enlightened us, we no longer regard Lana as a pure belief."
“…What’s going on?”
"Have you never heard of the name of the Prophet?" This was strange and unexpected. "The Prophet and Her Majesty Julia lived in the same era. He was Her Majesty's elder brother. Since you know Her Majesty Julia, how could you not know the Prophet?"
Xia Yibing paused for a moment, then began to speak vaguely, making up nonsense such as "It's not recorded in the clan book" and "Is that so? I can't seem to remember it clearly."
Qiao Liu looked at her deeply, but did not point it out and continued to introduce her to the history.
"The so-called Three-Cause Calendar is called this because our calendar and environment have always been in a state of three-cause cycle."
