The icebreaker arrived in the heart of the Arctic at five o'clock in the morning, just as the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the bizarre aurora borealis receded from the farthest point of sight.
Jiang Cheng and the staff disembarked from the boat. The sound of his leather boots crunching on the snow was quite pleasant.
The surrounding hundred or so people spread outwards in a circle, holding guns, and had become vigilant ever since they stepped into the snow.
Jiang Cheng was slowly walking up a high slope, with Gu Qingwan beside him.
The heavily armed elite soldiers wore white protective suits and gas masks. Their boots tucked the bottom of the protective suits into their boots. They wore protective armor, the lightest kind of alloy chainmail.
They bend their knees slightly, shifting their weight downwards, and need to be extra careful when climbing hills.
When Jiang Cheng reached a high point and looked down, he immediately saw the oval-shaped fortress, which looked like an eye embedded in the snowy world.
Underfoot, there was a long ditch, probably left by a snowmobile.
It hadn't started snowing yet this morning, and the traces of snow hadn't been covered up.
As they got closer, all one or two hundred people stopped and stared at the fortress.
Klopp bent down and grabbed a handful of ground. "It was left by my father."
When he looked at the fortress again, his eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Although he didn't get too close, he could see that the heavy iron gate was open, and some snow streaks clung to the front of the gate as the strong wind blew them away.
Klopp could already feel his calves trembling slightly.
During his short journey, he had imagined countless possibilities, even preparing for the worst, the most terrifying of which was death, the glorious sacrifice of his own father.
But when he was really one step away from the truth, he became a little scared.
What can you do? The road is right in front of you, and everyone around you is moving forward. It would be such a cowardly thing to stop.
With a heavy heart, Klopp followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps, and the group tentatively made their way to the fortress.
The flag still flies atop the fortress, though it was recently replaced with the Federation's new flag. The wind carries a light, not-too-heavy snowflake, which flutters along with the flag.
Klopp stood there, stunned. They were so close, close enough to see everything clearly, that he began to tremble all over. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
Jiangcheng remained silent.
Because right at the entrance of the iron gate, there was a hat covered in blood.
There was still blood that hadn't dried, soaking a large area of the floor, the bright red stains completely covering the area in front of the door.
There were signs of a struggle; footprints were left on the iron gate from the struggle, and blood spurting from an artery was splattered there.
Without a doubt, this is the father's hat.
Klopp's vision went black, and he immediately knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on the pool of blood.
He could no longer speak, only indistinct wails came from his mouth, which grew increasingly shrill and painful, echoing across the entire snowfield and startling the Arctic terns in the sky.
The soldier stepped forward, lay prone on the ground, and placed his weapon aside.
He deduced the direction of the marks, and finally stood up and ran to the left side.
"Report, the person has been dragged away. In this direction, go around the building and then back."
Jiang Cheng took a few steps forward, stepped onto the stairs, and walked over the bloodstains.
There was no one in the living room. Things were scattered everywhere, including the instruments used for observation and data recording, which were smashed on the floor.
Gu Qingwan followed closely behind him.
Jiang Cheng ripped off the paper recording data from the blackboard in the center of the living room and frowned as he looked at it.
"clothing."
One of the accompanying soldiers immediately handed over the protective suit.
Jiang Cheng deftly took off his overcoat and put it on, but he didn't wear a hat, leaving only his head exposed.
He rubbed his cheeks, a look of sorrow creeping onto his handsome face.
Wearing this protective suit made movement a little difficult, and Jiang Cheng took even slower steps when going out, but with unusual determination.
“Come with me; the staff in the Arctic must be in the dimension of death.”
“But! Before we came, we didn’t say that Commander Jiang would personally enter the Death Dimension. We can take his place. It’s very dangerous there.” The person with a slightly higher position to Jiang Cheng’s right immediately became anxious.
If anything were to happen to Jiang Cheng, he would have no way to explain himself, and even if he offered his life as an apology, it wouldn't be accepted.
Before coming, Tali repeatedly said that everything was based on the safety of Jiangcheng.
“He’s right, direct contact with extraterrestrial life is too dangerous,” Gu Qingwan also chimed in to dissuade him.
Jiang Cheng turned his head, his expression gradually turning cold.
"This is an order, not a negotiation."
After saying that, he walked straight in the direction where Cronint had been dragged away and started climbing up alone.
Everyone behind him was stunned.
A few seconds later, the officer shouted, "Protect Commander Jiang! Any mistake and you'll all be executed!"
"yes!!"
The heavily armed elite troops swarmed forward.
The well-trained group instantly formed a protective circle.
Jiang Cheng's steps forward were so firm that he saw nothing but the thin film that stretched between heaven and earth. Because he was so focused, there was not a single superfluous expression on his face.
This massive contingent possessed firepower comparable to a 4,000-strong legion, and they carried the most advanced firearms.
In terms of unit type alone, no legion of the same level in the world could break through the encirclement and harm Jiangcheng.
Gu Qingwan was holding an umbrella.
After a half-hour walk, Jiang Cheng finally stood before that thin membrane. One step inside would immediately transport him to a new dimension, a realm not belonging to humans.
He had never seen with his own eyes what was inside.
Is there a giant alien creature, standing like a dragon, waiting for his arrival with its claws raised high?
He wanted to hold Jiang Cheng firmly in his grasp, lift him high, and his eyes were full of disdain.
He knew nothing of it.
It's finally coming.
Jiang Cheng let out a breath, feeling both helpless and relieved.
He had dreamt of this scene countless times, imagining himself in full armor, commanding the dragon, raising his spear, and aiming it at the dragon's throat.
A little boy's eternal dream of slaying a dragon.
However, the dragon in the fairy tale became a ferocious monster, while he became the hero.
Gu Qingwan opened her umbrella, a black umbrella, and placed it over Jiang Cheng's head.
Jiangcheng stepped into the membrane.
In an instant, a strange sensation arose. He felt the temperature rising rapidly and the air becoming increasingly thin, making it difficult to breathe.
Gray dust fell like rain, landing on the umbrella and on his shoulders.
He stood under the umbrella.
He is the only person in this century to awaken ancient beings in the universe.
Beneath the ice, the "King" suddenly opened his eyes!
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