"Has 01 not been contacted yet?"
"No."
“…”
"These guys look like they died in ancient Earth." The dean cursed softly, feeling a headache from dealing with the piles of documents in his hands.
He was not used to the lack of such a powerful helper by his side for a while.
"Don't worry, Dean. I will notify you as soon as they return to the safe zone." 02 blinked and pointed at the darkness that was gradually enveloping the outside of the Union University.
“Actually, the situation is not as bad as I imagined.”
"These monsters don't seem to really want to destroy humans. They just float in the air... as if they are worried about something." When 02 said this, his eyes flickered, and his voice was whispered even more than before.
"That's really strange..."
It is different from the history of civilization recorded in the optical brain, and it is also different from the strange tide that would appear in imagination.
"It's just that the sun seems to be becoming a little less useful recently." The dean's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked up at the sun outside the window that often flickered and made crackling sounds.
"It seems difficult to repair the sun using the old methods, and we don't have any more advanced repairmen now."
02 leaned against the door with his hands folded, his tone suddenly becoming a little cold: "If it really can't be repaired, then don't repair it."
"It's not like humans can't survive in the dark, it's just a little more difficult than before, and we need to adapt early."
Because everyone in the upper echelons of the Alliance Empire knows that the mechanical sun cannot guarantee sufficient power at all times, otherwise it would not refer to the biological clock of ancient Earth.
Most ordinary Alliance members thought that they were just referring to the lifestyle of their ancestors, but only they knew that it was because the mechanical sun could not maintain operation for a whole day and needed to rest.
Maybe one day the sun will break down.
What no one expected was that the sun broke down early, which was beyond their expectations.
"It's just that those mechanical octopuses seem to have made some new discoveries..." A teacher who was striding towards the office curled up the corners of his mouth with a smile that looked a little evil.
"Through 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring, we have more or less captured some strange traces..." As he said these words, he seemed to take something out of his pocket and put it on the table.
That thing looked like a small stone, not even more than 5cm, and no one would pay attention to it if it was thrown on the road.
But the eyes of several teachers in the office fell on the stone and they couldn't help but frown.
This thing is actually very similar to the black box in the live broadcast room.
It’s also a certain kind of record.
It's just a more private, smaller record that can briefly record a period of time, but it's irregular.
But because the strange energy is so bizarre, even with 24-hour surveillance of a scene, it is almost impossible to capture the strange appearance.
"...You activated the mechanical tentacles?" The dean's voice was a little heavy, as if he had not expected it.
"It's already this late, why don't we activate them? We can't just use these mechanical octopuses as ordinary robots just because they have been cleaning up garbage in the city." The man raised his eyebrows and faced the dean's question without any ambiguity.
"Since these mechanical octopuses were a powerful force for humanity 4,000 years ago, they should have the same power 4,000 years from now... Just because they're not activated doesn't mean they can't be used."
"It's just that you have the core device to fully activate it, and I think you're the only one in the dean's office."
The dean seemed a little discouraged and raised his hand to wave it away: "It is indeed in my office, but..."
"You have to know that if these mechanical tentacles are activated, it means that humanity will have to fight a decisive battle with these weird creatures."
The man remained calm: "I know, so this is the last resort. Before we know what happened on Ancient Earth, before 01 and the others come back—"
"At least it won't be activated."
"A team has been dispatched to Ancient Earth, and they should be there by now." The man checked the time on his wrist and shrugged. "Okay, now that I'm done, I'm going to deal with those lambs in the square."
As he spoke, a deep sense of disgust flashed in his eyes: "Those sheep are really disgusting. They keep appearing, multiplying, and their bleating makes me dizzy."
In addition to those black goats, many strange species have appeared in the main urban area. Most of them are not in line with human aesthetics. Their appearance alone is enough to make humans feel dizzy and want to vomit.
It seems to be hostile to humans on a physiological level, a disgust that is engraved in humans' genetic instincts.
The scenes created by the weirdness and the pictures they consider to be art are even more from the abyss of darkness for human beings.
nausea.
So disgusting.
Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!
And in the upper part of the entire main urban area.
Countless strange areas are unfolding in the thick black fog, and in the center there seem to be several black lights penetrating downwards bit by bit.
The vertical light changes one after another from top to bottom.
And around the vertical light, the black mist emitted black dust like powder as if it were alive, but it also floated in the air like particles.
It is an indescribable existence that cannot be looked at directly.
It violates all physical laws in the world.
It is the holy light belonging to dark creatures.
"My Lord..."
Calls are made again and again in the dark realm of nothingness.
"Ancient ruler immersed in the great abyss, please listen to my call..."
In the damp and dark underground, an inhuman roar squeezed out of his throat. The underground was marked with countless question marks, but the call was repeated with the same voice.
Sing! Chant! Praise!
"Pray to our Lord, great creation from the abyss. We sincerely offer our loyalty to you and cast light for you..."
Amidst the shrill and cacophonous screams, characters were carved on the wall with claws that had never been seen by humans. The wet and sticky breathing sound had no fixed frequency, only pure terror.
In addition, there are calls throughout the main city, beginning and ending in various languages.
There is no specific name, or even a specific direction.
And as Lovecraft said, the ancient and strong emotion of human beings is fear, the infinite fear of the unknown and darkness.
When the weirdness comes at the same time, what you need to face is pure fear.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
