Jiang Cheng walked in.
Immediately, a heartbeat like a war drum resounded in my ears, "thump thump" incessantly, as if on the other side of the eternal galaxy, a dwarf stood on the drumhead formed from the torn skin of countless living beings.
It raised a warhammer that was many times taller than its own body.
Tap it one tap at a time.
This dull roar flows along with the long river of the universe.
The echoes continued.
Jiang Cheng, under the black umbrella, slowed his breathing slightly. The air inside was too thin, but he could manage to get used to it.
The entire space was filled with gray dust, which was inescapable and fell onto the white protective suits.
Jiang Cheng knew that these tiny creatures were alive, and the king who depended on them was surviving, subtly influencing everyone who entered the space.
He understands a little now.
Being in such an environment.
The sound of a heartbeat in my ears, the gray fog obscuring my vision, and the enormous creature beneath the iceberg.
These landscapes are not from Earth.
They are wondrous, magnificent, and powerful.
Therefore, it left a very deep impression on Arctic researchers.
Let them watch it only a few times, and they'll stay up all night.
They might even go so far as to betray their own beliefs.
"Do you see that? At ten o'clock."
Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed to that spot.
Kneeling in the black mist, the "humans" were barely visible unless you looked closely.
They prostrated themselves on the ground, fervently worshipping the creatures beneath the glacier; their skin, originally unique to modern humans, had turned into brown scales.
The mutated researchers wagged their thick tails, showing immense joy at the king's rebirth.
The sight made Jiang Cheng feel a pang of sadness, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His fellow researchers, those who risked everything for their homeland, have now become groveling monsters.
It shouldn't have been like this... If I had known more about invasive species... perhaps this wouldn't have happened.
The sorrow can be reduced just a little bit more.
“I saw it.”
As Gu Qingwan said this, she lowered the black umbrella even further.
At this moment, even the most hardened soldiers, no matter how well-trained, would freeze for a few seconds as their gaze fell upon the kneeling researcher.
They saw this scene through the face shield of their protective suits.
The hand holding the gun trembled.
The exhaled white mist hit the mask and condensed into tiny water droplets.
Klopp's eyes suddenly reddened.
At the very front of there lay the body of his father.
Half of his father's head had been gnawed off, and a mixture of red and white fluid flowed out, soaking into the gray ice. His clothes were torn to shreds, and his arms had been ravaged by sharp claws; the skin had been ripped off, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
Klopp reached out and pressed his cheeks tightly, afraid that he would cry out in grief. He dug his forehead with his nails, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
A tear rolled down his cheek and fell to the ground.
In the silent space, no one spoke.
Only the "war drums" beneath the ice are beating.
“Data instruments,” Jiang Cheng said.
The officer accompanying him immediately ordered his soldiers to bring over something the size of a head and place it on the ground.
A unique mechanical buzzing sound rang out.
On the screen, red numbers kept flashing.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the data and made a move that no one expected.
He took off his mask and threw it on the ground.
The white protective suit below my neck was covered with gray organisms, specks of fluorescent light clinging to its surface.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng's face was completely exposed to the air, and a trace of sorrow appeared on his handsome face.
Wearing protective clothing, he took off his hat and walked forward without a care in the world.
Her superiors had no idea what was happening. They were all on high alert, clinging tightly to Gu Qingwan, who was holding the black umbrella, and walking forward together, providing her with tight protection.
Looking down from above, countless people are seen surrounding a single umbrella, moving forward.
They slowly walked towards the group of mutated scientific researchers.
Jiang Cheng seemed to have entered a special world. He no longer cared about the things around him, nor could he see anyone protecting him.
All he could see was Gu Qingwan holding the umbrella, and the wide-open eye beneath the glacier, like a light in a ship lost in the deep sea, illuminating the entire area.
Those eyes were fixed on him.
It seemed as if, at any moment, this creature, hundreds of meters long, would emerge from below and howl hysterically.
You are a god who rules over this region.
So what?
You still don't dare to come out from below and kill me, who is unarmed.
Perhaps you span half a planet, possess warships that blot out the sky, and point a finger at a place to invade it and slaughter its native inhabitants.
But when I stand in front of you, you still have to look me in the eye.
Jiang Cheng considered himself an ordinary person.
Yet mortals can still sit on the throne.
Jiang Cheng's grief overwhelmed his chest, tearing his heart apart. The pain and struggle made his nerves feel like they were being ripped apart with every step he took forward.
He finally stood before the group of infected researchers.
Ochi turned his head, as did the European guy; the group turned back to look at their former kin. Their vertical pupils contracted sharply, and the intoxication and ferocity on their faces gradually faded, replaced by a trace of human consciousness.
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