The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

At that moment, the number of deaths increased by two.The two people at the top were hit by the fragments of the bounced metal compartment, and the powerful force tore them apart like a cannonball. As the fragments fell into the depths of the abyss together, a small explosion occurred a few seconds later. A small explosion, but no one cares about the embers that flashed across the abyss.

Everyone rushed to the location of the entrance as fast as possible.Although I heard someone yelling to evade in the communication before, there is no way to evade it at all-this is not an Eastern player who is not wearing an umbrella on a rainy day. Where can I hide?And the wreckage barrage will only become more.A group of people rushed towards the passage, everyone's data recorder was working at full capacity——

If you can't rush in, everyone will be here, at least these data will be sent back to the auxiliary ship above... and then added to the simulated training programs of the marines of each regiment.This is a rare experience, definitely worth it! ! (force)

In just a few seconds, several signals just disappeared.The Scythe of War abandoned distracting thoughts, used four threads of thinking to analyze the data, and tried its best to calculate a safe route...but the result was that there was no safe route.Debris flying from a blind spot—a broken anti-aircraft cannon or something of the like—slammed into his jetpack, crushing two attitude control nozzles instantly.The war scythe, which lost its balance, crashed headlong into the bullet screen composed of a large number of small fragments. In an instant, warnings of damage came from all over the body. Just when he thought he was going to fall like this, suddenly appeared in front of him. A familiar ring glowing purple.

"?!"

Da Jiba didn't have time to react, so he rushed directly into the ring, hit the ground with a bang, and some scattered rattles slammed into his body, the impact almost bit his tongue.

"Fuck..."

When Scythe of War propped up his body, he found himself in a metal tunnel, surrounded by companions staggering around—there were only four of them, and each of them had large and small scratches on their armor.Among them, the armor that appeared to be the newest belonged to Abigail. Except for a dent on the shoulder plate, it did not suffer any visible damage.

Half of the people disappeared at once... But thanks to the fact that everyone is an elite, half of the people can only be completely wiped out in this situation. Surviving is already the result of both skill and luck.

"How does it feel?" Abigail pulled up the scythe of war, "It almost fell, but luckily I reacted quickly."

That aperture is the result of Abigail's space manipulation, and the teleportation room in Star City was built with her ability.However, based on past experience, Abigail can only move when the coordinates of the two are determined. It takes a few seconds to calculate the coordinates, which means that she cannot transport the moving target.

And just after that, the scythe of war was clearly moving at high speed.

"How did you do it?" War Scythe straightened up, "You can now lock on to the moving target?"

"No, but with the help of this, I can do things that I couldn't do before." Abigail tapped his helmet lightly, "First calculate your falling trajectory, and then open a portal in the trajectory , which is much easier than directly calculating the position.”

"Wise choice."

The ground trembled from time to time, and wreckage was still falling outside the passage, and the metal under the feet sent waves of distorted screams along the armor to the ears.That's the sound of the earth, the roar of the mechanical world towards death, if it has a soul, it doesn't know what it's thinking now.

[Can you hear it?How are you doing there? 】

"Lost two-thirds," responded Raymond, whose right hand was slumped on one side due to a joint problem.Obviously, he has a lot of opinions on the performance of the auxiliary ship. "The next time the information is real, the two-kilometer obstacle bungee jump is already exciting enough, and it almost extended to the twenty-kilometer bungee jump in one breath-I mean, directly to the bottom!"

【Sorry! 】

"Forget it, no one expects this kind of accident." War Scythe waved his hand to appease his colleagues, "Go ahead, there may be a fault zone ahead, you must be careful."

"Think about it, we might find something good this time." At this time, another surviving 'scientist', Jack Karama, pointed to the dent on the wall. "Look at this."

"Oh?"

That's some kind of slide rail, or a groove for something like that.This means that this should not be an ordinary maintenance channel, but a freight channel.The two ends of this channel are either factories, warehouses, or transportation hubs. No matter which one it is, it is an exciting discovery.

Several people eased the tension brought about by the high-altitude bungee jumping just now, and continued to move forward.There is no lighting in the passage, which is the true sense of being invisible. The headlights are powerless to dispel the darkness in the long passage, and disappear as if being sucked into the abyss. All you can see is the area about 20 meters ahead. That's all.At this time, the holographic image measured by the detector based on the echo and drawn by the simulation program is far more reliable than the eye.With the aid of the instrument, the four continued to move forward.

Then, immediately, something unusual was discovered.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, strange symbols and pictures were everywhere on the walls. Jack Karama let his eyes sweep over the walls, and all these symbols were stored in the memory.The image appears abstract, but it is well preserved. Starting from a certain section in the middle, it seems to be a coherent story.But it's just a feeling.

These symbols and pictures are not engraved on the wall, or something like a relief, but 'burned' with high temperature.Moreover, there are alterations and corrections in many places, and there are many wrong strokes in the pictures, showing an uncoordinated sense of chaos as a whole.But as we go on, the erasures and corrections appear to be less and less, as if the 'painter' has become more and more proficient.

The strokes of the picture are not complicated, and the painter should not be a professional painter (of course, it is not ruled out that the art style on the opposite side is like this, but judging from the large number of corrections in front, the author is more likely to be unprofessional), but he is still trying his best Do your best to describe the world as you know it.There are seven planets, a binary star system with two stars, aircraft shaped like crabs and trilobites, creatures in holy clothes, and other unidentifiable things can be seen everywhere.

This is not just a freight passage. With the efforts of someone hundreds of millions of years ago, this passage has become a corridor to show his certain wishes.

The vacuum environment isolated from the world has preserved everything here. There is no wind or water erosion, no ray attack, and everything remains the same as before, until now it is finally presented to everyone.

Dozens of teams have scoured thousands of accessible facilities, but this is the first time they have seen such a 'mural'.This is also the only thing that can be found on this star warship so far, and it can be related to history and culture.However, seeing such murals in the passages inside the fortress that has existed for hundreds of millions of years and is now gradually dying, always gives people a sense of creepiness.

However, it is still at the level that tough psychology can bear.

"It's kind of like a religious painting." Abigail looked around, pointing to the 'figure paintings' and said "Dotted lines and circles are used as decorations to distinguish the saints, the chosen ones, or gods from the crowd .They were portrayed bigger to show they were bigger."

"Has You Ge ever been painted like this?"

"Well, he was often drawn like this when he was still using the avatar of Tawil Yat Umr a lot, but then..." Abigail turned her face away "Afterwards, everyone just remembered a bunch of bubbles Soaked."

"Uh……"

"By the way, let's take a look, this star has been marked additionally." Raymond said, "This may refer to Latiman."

"Ok?"

It was a large drawing of galaxies that filled the entire wall. The author seemed to want to draw the difference between stars and planets, but due to the scale, there was really no way to draw it, so he could only do his best.Stars are bigger than two heads, planets are like softballs, and things like spaceships look like the top knuckle of a pinky finger.

"The composition of the galaxy is Midzilder." His fingertips moved among the marked planets, and then stopped next to the large symbolic note next to it, "We seem to have found something truly extraordinary. "

"Obviously," Jack laughed, "greatest discovery to date, and that's what I'm going to write my thesis about."

"Historical? But isn't spaceship design and engines your specialty?"

"History hundreds of millions of years ago, how fascinating!"

"Do you want to think about it again? Are you going to parse the text yourself? Or go to cooperate with the big guys in the historical area?"

"...It sounds so difficult, let's forget it."

The star was surrounded by ships—this is consistent with Latiman's claim that there was once a berth next to him, and that the Torch Alliance's ships were recharging nearby.

But... Latiman's body was painted with a pair of eyes, a pair of disturbing looking eyes.The eyes were burned deeply, and molten metal flowed down the eye sockets, looking weird and sinister.The two eyeballs turned to different directions, looking at the ships around them. This composition is not comfortable in any way.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Torch Alliance, this is the appearance of the culprit who caused the disaster.The monstrosity that deceived everyone concealed a rotten and terrifying reality beneath its divinely dazzling exterior.

A group of people walked and watched, and the image data was continuously transmitted to the auxiliary ship's database.Prosperous cities, happy people, and pictures depicting the jump of ships flashed before the eyes of the scythe of war. What the crude pictures outlined was the history that had happened.Walking forward slowly, there will be more pictures depicting battles. Perhaps every painting is a brilliant battle. Those warships with the shape of crabs and trilobites, and black enemies that are dozens of times bigger than themselves Fight, one pair after another.

That is indeed an enemy that people don't know how familiar they are, and the familiarity is even more familiar with a series of things engraved in DNA, such as the man with his eyes closed and his mouth open, Xinbaodao, etc.There are indeed a lot of crumbs that will carve all the messy things into the DNA, but they will definitely not carve the dark worms into it together, because the words [dark worms are carved in the DNA] are so unlucky...

However, there are some differences.

The dark worm depicted here has four tentacles at the end and looks like a tadpole with four tails.The tentacles are very long—but this does not seem to be an artistic process in the painting, because every dark worm, no matter which painting it is in, no matter how exaggerated or modified, there are two things that remain unchanged:

Star-like eyes, and four tentacles three to four times as long as the main body behind.

This seemed to be the standard configuration of the Dark Worm at that time.As for modern dark worms, the number of tentacles at the tail is variable, and the length will not exceed twice the length of the body.It is not clear whether this is the result of evolution. If possible, I want to get the battle records of the dark worm at that time, whether it is an image or a text, because it is just a painting, it is difficult to figure out the dark and dark worms of these years. What the hell has changed.

"I didn't expect to find this kind of thing at all before." Lei Meng shook his head, with a hint of emotion in his words, "This is amazing."

"They are also civilizations that once repelled the dark worms, but..." War Scythe pointed to a picture behind, "Maybe they didn't completely repel them."

Those are humanoid monsters with eye stalks, and they wander in groups in the city-this seems to be a picture that the author really wants to portray, and he spends a lot of time drawing these.In the rear, the city is burning, something is rising from the mountains behind, and the battleship is launching something into the ground.

It looks like a battleship cleaning out a world infested with dark worms, or the moment a dark worm hatches from a planet.What it is, I am afraid that we will have to wait until the analysis of those symbolic texts is completed.

Then, the picture stopped abruptly.Before you know it, the passage has come to an end.

Inside was a fairly wide room, and a large number of cultivation tanks were displayed in it, but all the cultivation tanks were destroyed, and there were traces of fire everywhere. Time destroyed everything inside, and a large amount of organic dust covered the ground thickly. A thick layer, and here is what they left a recognizable relic of the long ages.

"What's going on here?"

"It seems that after a massacre, the damage to the training tanks is in the same place," Jack's expression became serious. "It's very likely that they were deliberately sabotaged."

"Turn on the headlights and look around to see if there is anything worthy of attention," while saying, War Scythe adjusted the aperture of the headlights, wanting to see if the mural just now is still here.But looking around, there was only darkness, "Is even the wall here burned black..."

Do not……

Suddenly, he felt a sense of disobedience.So I went to the wall and took a closer look——

"Fuck - trough -!!"

It wasn't that the wall was burned black by fire at all, but that there were murals on the entire wall.Several layers of murals were stacked on top of each other, causing the wall to look completely black—that was the eyes of a wall, layers upon layers, countless eyes.

"What's the matter? Meow?" Hearing the sound of 'Fuck', Abigail hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

War Scythe took two steps back, took a deep breath, and said:

"I will never look at the paintings of psychopaths related to the dark worm infection again in my life, this is too frightening... I suggest that the highest level of tenacity psychology be raised from level [-] to level [-]. It is imperative to rewrite the textbook..." He calmed down, exhaled the breath just now, turned on the communicator and said, "All members of the investigation team, pay attention to mental pollution. For the sake of everyone's mental health, the tenacity psychology will evacuate immediately before five ——This may be the residence of the last batch of dark worm-infected people in Dimensional Sea World, so lower the security level by one."

"You……"

The painter who painted this mural has long since disappeared in the long river of time. Everything from his body to his clothes has been turned into organic dust on the ground. No one knows his or her last thoughts.But his work, his fear or madness remained, and in the darkness, the overlapping eyes on the black wall stared wide, staring at this room for hundreds of millions of years without light, until today.

The severely damaged mechanical world continued to move forward, and the research of the scientific expedition team continued until the final moment.

On the other side, an important conversation has just come to an end in Midzildah, and the next thing will naturally drift to the Integration Department.Oregana still doesn't know how thick a pile of documents are piled up on her desk, and she doesn't know that Nyarlathotep's thumb has already pressed the dial button on the phone.

PS3: Chapter 2, today's update fixes 0w0

Chapter 880 Chapter 790: Origin?

Oregana was about to go to Maomao Planet to meet His Excellency the Cardinal, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, but when she was sitting on the shuttle waiting to pass through the star gate, a communication came in suddenly.

On the notification of the incoming call, there is a picture of a white hair being picked up on a fork-this thing full of slots and full of masochistic tendencies is the head portrait that Oregana drew recently. In her own words, this picture It expresses the love between himself and Yasaka Mahiro.But from the perspective of others, this distorted love is like a くねくね (Note ①) dangling in the fields in the countryside, falling into San.

(Note: くねくね, usually translated as twisting and twisting. The ghost stories in the 0th district are generally about witnessing translucent, unidentified objects that look like people on the edge of the fields in summer, and they will suddenly appear in the field with a wide view The edge and the water, and then writhing in place, the way of writhing its limbs exceeds the range that normal creatures can do. The local old people will warn foreigners and children who come to play in the country to see white writhing objects in the distance Don’t get close. If you just see this kind of monster from a distance, there is no problem in most cases, but if you use a telescope to see its real body... In short, pass the SAN test by looking directly at the evil god. Seeing くねくね'I have a friend','my brother from my hometown' or 'Mr. A' are all crazy, and they have turned into the same place as くねくね, and will never change back to something that only has a human shape——Yes One of the author Meow's favorite urban legends, the degree of juxtaposition with Master Hachisha 0w[-])

The sense of twist is really touching. (nonsense)

Under normal circumstances, there is a high probability that Nyarlathotep’s call is about business—this guy is different from others. If she is running to play or play a prank, she prefers to come directly to ride the face without any prior notice. , to maximize the shock and distress to the other party.But when it comes to business, this guy is honest, make phone calls, notify, make appointments, and be meticulous.

I will not let go of any opportunity to make trouble, but I will never delay the business.This seems to be the reserve that Fu Xing Chaos has always had.

This made Oregana feel bad.

The moment she pressed the connect button, the warlord knew that his feline vacation was over... The shuttle was about to enter the star gate in Katari, and turned around and headed back to the star city in New Eden. (cover face)

Oregana burst into tears. She originally planned to talk to Alicia about the Tree of Life that was being cultivated recently, but now she can only miss the appointment. (cry)

When she arrived at her office, her face was as stiff as an iron plate.

Especially when I saw Nyarlathotep was constantly gnawing on the small snacks stored in the cabinet-this guy eats fast like a squirrel.While she was eating delicious sticks and fried rice, she looked over with her lovely green eyes:

"I'm here to send you information, you should be happy, don't be sad. It's working time, you have to be serious—you know?"

"Yeah, it's suddenly working hours."

"A man named Nayabama once told me that the commander-in-chief has no holidays, just a change of working environment." As a result, this guy began to preach, "You must be content. Moreover, the anxiety that is brewing because of not being able to meet Sensation, like seasoning, can make feelings more delicious."

Oregana curled her lips, but she had absolutely no way to refute this aspect.

Generally speaking, the Grand Commander really has no holidays.Although I will go on vacation, it is just a different environment for office work.The reason why Oregana was able to take a vacation was because of the development of technology. Two threads of thinking were separated to handle various affairs, and with the assistance of her colleagues, she could enjoy the vacation without delaying things.

Having holidays is actually a very lucky thing, not something that should be taken for granted.I shouldn't be angry about things like being interrupted during my vacation... Is it true that I am still immature?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing, put her mentality in order, and replied seriously:

"Yes, thanks for the reminder." Oregana pulled herself together and sat down opposite Nyarlathotep. "Then let's talk about intelligence, Latiman..."

In recent days, the subspace delegation has been discussing various real historical issues with Latiman—they are not very interested in the civilizations that have passed away, or because compared with the dark worm, this The importance is not high, all the topics revolve around the dark worm.This kind of question related to the origin of the dark worm is really attractive... For a long time, the number of worlds attacked by the dark worm is countless, but no one knows where these guys came from. It's a very frustrating thing.

It's like the protagonist in a ghost movie who is chased by a ghost. He only knows that there is an enemy, but he doesn't know the origin of the opponent. He can only defend passively when he is pressed to the ground.Although the current situation can at least be maintained, it is uncomfortable no matter how you think about it.