Azathoth originally wanted to catch it, but the dagger's desire to survive was extremely strong, and the content it wrote was incoherent, which successfully aroused his curiosity. So he stretched out his hand and paused in mid-air. After thinking for a moment, he retracted it into his sleeve and said calmly, "What are you going to do?"

Coffey was stunned, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, wanting to say something. However, after looking at Wendy who completely ignored him and Igor who had a blank expression on his face at this moment, he finally swallowed his questions.

Maybe... maybe it's the same dagger that Bishop Gilbert carried before...

As for the familiar spirituality, patterns, and red light that flashed as the dagger moved, Coffey pretended not to see them.

Afraid that Azathoth would push it back, the dagger wrote in a flamboyant and sloppy handwriting, the contents of which were barely legible: "There's something else in this cave! They haven't discovered it!"

Hearing this, Igor looked deeply at Kofi who was standing beside him.

The black-haired boy felt a pang of grievance when he was looked at by him: I really don’t know what else is here besides bones and piles of dirt! This dagger hurt me!

It's unclear whether the dagger recognized Kofi, but it behaved with extreme abandon, seemingly showing no intention of showing any mercy to its former owner. As soon as it finished writing the first few words, it leaped up, its sharp, gleaming tip instantly piercing the edge of the meter-high stone slab. There was a subtle groove there, as if it had been worn away by years of water dripping on the stone, leaving it in a state of disrepair. The dagger thrust in like a piece of tofu, twisting left and right in a humane manner. It touched an unknown spot, and the wall against which the stone slab rested suddenly vibrated.

Seconds later, the tremors intensified, rattling throughout the cavern. Chunks of earth continuously fell from the artificially excavated ceiling. This could easily have caused a landslide, but the few present were all skilled and daring, and no one panicked. Azathoth's composure even had a hint of "I'll just watch you act cool."

The dagger lived up to expectations. About a minute later, a vast expanse of stone tablets appeared around the stone slabs, which people had thought had merged with the cave wall over the years, their true features no longer discernible. This area was tightly connected to and extended from the exposed stone slabs. It turned out that it wasn't just a single stone slab that was buried by the earth, but rather a strong wind carrying sand and dust that had submerged the entire forest of tablets!

The content on the previous stone slab is still unclear, but those buried under the soil are well preserved. Not only can you see densely packed unknown texts, but also many patterns that are suspected to be illustrations.

Kofi was young to begin with, and was now speechless. If he had not been trapped deep in the 'enemy camp', he would have definitely sent a message to the headquarters to inform them of this unexpected change.

But there were too many big men around him now. As soon as he put his hand into his pocket and placed it on the mobile terminal, the black-haired boy next to him, who looked about 60 years old, turned his head and looked at him with a smile through his hollow eyes.

Coffey's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously let go of the communication device.

By then, Azathoth had walked with great interest to the first stone tablet on the far left. It contained far more text than images, and without a linguistic understanding, it was difficult to decipher the writer's intended meaning. But this was no problem for Azathoth. He saw commonalities among every civilization in the universe. Although he now occupies a genuine human body and his memories of the past are hazy, he still understands certain "common sense."

For example, the core of language and writing.

A tentacle stretched out from under his cloak, shook out the hem of his robe, and gently stroked the carvings on the stone slab, feeling the spiritual imprint left on it by an intelligent creature thousands of years ago.

After two or three minutes, he nodded thoughtfully, took two steps forward under the gaze of others, and began to read the next slate.

“…”

The cave was silent, with only the sound of Azathoth moving.

After a while, Hugo asked, "How is it? What does it say?"

Relying on its huge computing power, it can easily crack a new language if there are sufficient samples, but these are obviously not related to "sufficient samples", so at this time it can only be a bored spectator.

"Wait a moment." Azathoth made a gesture to calm down.

The dagger leaped down from the first slab, brimming with elation and delight, and followed Azathoth, twisting and turning like a puppy waiting to be fed. After a long pause without a response, it quickly took two steps to Azathoth and wrote impatiently, "I knew there was something else here, didn't you? Great God, who never deigns to deceive his followers, could you please…"

Azathoth bent down, picked it up, and put it back in his pocket: "We'll talk later."

“…”

Coffey suspected he heard Dagger cursing, but he also felt it was too cowardly to say anything.

After a while, it looked like the rain hadn't stopped outside. The cave was located at a high altitude, and even then, rainwater began to accumulate on the ground. Igor saw Azathoth's speed increasing, and finally, he almost swept past and moved on to the next place. He also asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Hmm..." The god in the black cloak did not answer his followers immediately. Instead, he looked like he had something to hide.

What is going on?

A flicker of doubt crossed Igor's mind. He hadn't just stood there in a daze during this time. Although he couldn't understand the text, at least there were images on the stone tablet for reference. He could just treat it like an illiterate child playing with pictures and stories. With this in mind, Igor delved into it a bit.

Well, this painting shows a group of strange-looking creatures, whose appearances do not conform to human aesthetics. They look like a combination of birds and lizards, and are lying in worship in front of an unclear-looking being, probably a god or a monarch.

This painting might be about a group of creatures swimming...? Or perhaps they're hunting. The postures are strange, and without any captions, it's hard to understand.

The other painting is easier to understand. It shows many dead bird-lizard combinations, with their limbs scattered everywhere, looking very tragic.

Another painting depicted a monster, even more abstract than the bird-lizard hybrid, and utterly hideous beyond description. A rough description might be a mass of dark, entwined tentacles, covered in a tangle of organs, appearing both chaotic and unified. The monster floated in the sky, pinning down a being that was previously unidentified as a god or a monarch, and rubbing it against the ground. The other bird-lizard hybrids fled in panic and dismay.

Igor felt a strange feeling when he saw this. He simply skipped over the many murals in the middle and went straight to the last few stone slabs. He found that even without understanding this kind of writing, he could see the confusion of the carver at that moment. The previous words were of appropriate size and neatly arranged, but the last ones seemed overly forced and the blade was messy.

The sculptor wrote the same content repeatedly on the last stone slab, each line was carved deeper and larger than the previous one, revealing a faint sense of frenzy.

The last painting depicts a being with a similarly blurred face that appears to be of a very high and sacred status, but is clearly not the same being that was pressed to the ground and rubbed before. It is leading the surviving bird-lizard combinations to use some kind of machine to move away from this land.

...Igor always felt that this ending was not as simple as moving house. Judging from the Federation's previous research results and reports, if this intelligent race was not wiped out during the departure process, then it is likely that they directly traveled thousands of miles to other galaxies, and the scale of the project was comparable to the history of human relocation.

However, humans were forced to leave because the earth was no longer suitable for living. What is the purpose of this race?

"I roughly know what happened." At this moment, Azathoth said seriously.

As he spoke, he glanced back at the cave entrance. It was so far away from where they were now that they couldn't see any light from the outside world. However, it should have been dark outside by now, and it was still raining heavily. Even if they went out, they would be basically half deaf and half blind.

Igor felt that Azathoth seemed a little absent-minded and inattentive.

As far as he knew, Azathoth rarely lost his mind when he really decided to do something. He also had a mild degree of perfectionism, so the pause and avoidance at this time clearly meant one thing: the record on the slate was not only difficult for the other party to describe, but he also didn't want to tell others.

Sure enough, after pausing for a few breaths, Azathoth said slowly: "I think the humans outside seem to be in trouble. It may be related to what the Holy See and the Federation are researching here."

Even Wendy felt something was amiss with such a blatant way of changing the subject.

Only Kofi, having never interacted with Azathoth before and not knowing him well, thought He had sensed something dangerous and reflexively asked, "What's going on out there? Are there enemies?"

"That depends on what you've discovered." Azathoth actually answered his question. "But if we don't leave now, everyone on this island will probably die."

"I saw...some creatures I can't describe." Anything that seemed unfamiliar to Azathoth was rarely something that evolved gradually along the lines of history. "They escaped from the research institute and turned off the alarm. It must have been because of the heavy rain and darkness, so the human male, three times the weight of an Igor, hadn't noticed them yet. But his IQ is only one-third of an Igor's, so it's probably normal he didn't notice."

"The creatures first ate a few pigs and then ate a few chickens."

"They now seem unhappy and have started to move around in the heavy rain."

What Azathoth didn't say was that ever since he read the records on the stone wall, he always felt that the creatures outside the cave gave him a familiar feeling.

They are definitely not the natives of this planet, but they unexpectedly have some indigenous aura.