Igor analyzed a lot of things on the scene.
It’s not that he didn’t want to rescue people immediately, but the large mechanical team was still working in the rear, and he couldn’t help much alone.
After waiting for a long time, Azathoth didn't reply. He turned around and found that the other party was still standing there. His expression under the hood was not very clear, but judging from his standing posture and the small movements of his hands unconsciously fiddling with the scattered pendants on his body... he was probably distracted.
what happened?
Igor was a little confused for a moment.
Is there something on this ground that I haven't discovered? Is this why Mr. Mister insisted on coming along?
The human pondered for a long time, but couldn't come up with a clear answer. Nixon's condition severely limited his current depth of thought. Even if current medical technology ensured that a person could be revived in most cases, that still required a breath. It was unknown how far the Zerg ruler Azathoth had come...
His scattered thoughts briefly recalled the evaluation Azathoth had given him halfway, 'Do you recognize Him and want to get something from Him'?
As an aside, Igor has always been a person who can concentrate easily since he was a child.
During his school years, everyone was still underage, and he became friends with several other children who had lost their families in the war. Young people, though burdened with life's pressures early on, had a strong foundation for training young people thanks to the war, and the young men had enjoyed a relatively comfortable living environment for a short period of time. It was inevitable that some of them would do what many others did during their school years.
They secretly dated without telling the teacher, climbed over the wall to go out and play while living on campus, and smuggled mobile devices into the classroom to read novels and videos.
Igor played well with them.
But the most amazing thing about this person is that no matter how happily they chat during breaks, he can seamlessly switch to learning mode and devote himself to it the moment class starts.
While his friends were still daydreaming, Igor had already picked up his pen and started writing the test paper.
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This story is enough to prove that successful people do have many advantages that ordinary people do not have during their growth period.
Igor's habit of focusing on his work and not thinking about other things has been maintained to this day.
As for Azathoth...hmm.
One should not talk nonsense about the gods. Anyway, he had never been to school and did not need to get good grades, nor did he need to get ahead through his own efforts. When Igor interrupted the 800-word love essay in his mind in a rather confused manner and asked respectfully how to deal with the real murderer who believed that explosion was art, Azathoth was stunned for a long time before realizing what the human was asking.
One of his tentacles reached out awkwardly and patted the rubble.
Although no one knew about the little drama in his mind, he always felt particularly ashamed when facing his own idiotic behavior. Fortunately, he still retained his rationality and did not hug the tentacles and crush them into a ball, nor did he use too much force to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.
God has never studied structural mechanics.
If you accidentally dig up the still stable beams and let them fall down and kill people, it would be the end of you.
"...Nothing." After a moment's silence, Azathoth said, "He probably wouldn't have the courage to come back to me. If he hasn't returned to the universe, he must be implementing his plan on the capital planet."
Igor once again felt that something was wrong with Azathoth.
He still couldn't fathom how much his words on the road had touched God, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed: "What's wrong with you? Are you troubled by something?"
Humans are too strong.
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Azathoth cheered up: "No, I'm just thinking about how to catch that bug that is good at escaping." He took some effort to try to dig out his experience with Arthur from his blank brain, but the result was a blank.
A voice laughed mockingly, as if to say: Don't waste your energy.
How can we possibly retrieve the past that has been completely abandoned?
Never mind, thinking about this kind of thing is really exhausting.
Azathoth gave up thinking.
He said to Igor, "Let me see if he is still on this planet."
What do you think?
Hugo please?
However, both the LAN delay and the analysis speed are limited by the hardware. Now we don’t even have a general direction. By the time concrete results appear, I’m afraid the other party will have already returned to the Zerg habitat... Hmm?
Igor's eyes blurred.
Something rushed past him, but with his reaction speed, he only saw a shadow.
A few minutes later, a huge eye appeared in front of people as if a crack had appeared in the sky.
**
"Federal swear word!" Yeda cursed before the thought in the depths of his brain could even begin to materialize. "Does He think that now that we know of His existence, He can appear before us with impunity?! Is He a lunatic? Or does He simply not care about the lives of other humans? His ultimate goal is to cause widespread mental pollution..."
"Sir? Sir!" Her subordinates interrupted her incessant and irritable complaints, "Report to the commander! I feel... uh, I don't know why, but the pollution this time is not as serious as before!"
"What?" Yeda was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he just felt a little nauseous. This might be due to the mental tension caused by the previous confrontation with Igor and Azathoth, and then the ups and downs he experienced when he drove to the explosion site.
The eyeball in the sky was rolling around, and although it looked scary no matter how you looked at it, it was just a scary eye. It had not caused any serious consequences that would make people want to pay a large sum of money to buy a brain that had not seen this scene.
"Why is this happening? Has His power weakened?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed man who was talking to Igor in the corner of the ruins in the distance turned his head and glanced at them vaguely.
Yeda rubbed his back teeth.
The situation is stronger than people.
When you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
A gentleman takes revenge...
"Is this considered a little mercy from Him?" He really couldn't swallow his anger and try to please the evil god, but he didn't want to or dare to provoke the other party's anger at this time. Yeda pondered for a long time before coming up with a word that was neither too flattering nor too flattering to the other party.
And she spoke haltingly and reluctantly.
However, this reluctance was hidden so deeply by the half-military, half-political Ms. Yeda that her subordinates didn't hear it at all. They even asked excitedly, "Could it be that He can help us get rid of the Insect King?"
This is the unfulfilled wish of countless people to this day. The war destroyed countless people's livelihoods, shattered countless families, and separated countless loved ones forever. Yet, the culprits acted with an air of "Why can't you afford to have fun?" and used such a lighthearted and playful tone to mock their ignorance and naiveté at the celebration of the first year of the armistice.
Many beautiful visions of the future were shattered at that moment.
Coincidentally, it was Azathoth who crushed the Insect King's conspiracy last time.
Even though He may not be in the mood to save humanity, humans should not be ungrateful to Him.
Yeda could probably guess what her subordinates were thinking. She felt a little angry and a little powerless, so she waved her hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense and go save people. If you have nothing to do, come with me to the Propaganda Department."
"…What are you doing in the Propaganda Department?"
"Contact them to control public opinion." As if possessed by Yuri, Yeda spoke weakly about his most hated job. "Too many people have seen this eye. We must not cause public panic. Just say it's our latest reconnaissance weapon or something like that... The Propaganda Department is more familiar with this than I am. Just tell them and they should understand."
"The Vatican can't be idle either. There are a lot of reports to write, a lot of documents to review, and risk assessments and post-event financial reports to prepare. If possible, we should ask a bishop to hold a global ceremony to calm the panic of the church members who have recently seen so many visions."
The subordinate swallowed his saliva and said awkwardly, "But, can that person agree?"
Are we hiding our achievements?
He has to agree even if he doesn’t agree!
Yeda wanted to say it so viciously.
But the reality is more embarrassing.
"Why don't you go ask Him?"
"Don't dare." The subordinates retreated repeatedly. "You go ahead and do your work. I'll go drive the excavator."
“…”
Sigh. After thinking it over, Yeda decided to send a message to Marshal Gongger.
The old marshal's position is unclear, but he is absolutely loyal to the Federation and has a good relationship with Igor Sullivan.
Maybe he could influence the thinking of this former student and subordinate a little.
She turned around and glanced at the gray-haired young man standing expressionlessly beside Azathoth.
Because the passers-by around him had long been cleared, he still used his real appearance openly, so much so that there were always people who secretly raised their eyes to look at him in the middle of their work - he was a living legend, and it would be a shame to miss out if you didn't take a look.
...I don't know if it will succeed.
For some reason, Yeda always felt that Igor's body was covered with the three words "cultist".
**
"He's not in the capital."
Azathoth is now more motivated than ever, which is a rare feeling. He never thought before that he would have the patience to search the entire planet just to find a bug.
"I can continue to search nearby, but if Nixon wakes up, he should have some clues."
Igor nodded: "No need to trouble you."
He said gloomily, "I'm not in a hurry."
A few minutes later, Igor's mobile terminal rang.
He turned on the screen and took a look. Azathoth didn't care about the safety of his followers, only catching sight of the name of "Marshal Gongger".
The human read for about a minute, then shook his head, smiled, and put the mobile device back into his pocket.
Azathoth: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing important."
"It's Nixon Evelyn! He fainted! He needs first aid!" The roar of the rescue personnel came from the distance. Igor's eyes flashed, and he walked quickly towards the source of the sound. The last two steps even turned into a jog.
The commentator lay on the stretcher with a frown on his face, his nostrils still twitching with his breathing, but his whole body was covered with wounds and bloodstains.
The treatment chamber has been transported nearby and he will be put in soon.
Igor's gaze shifted from the purple marks on Nixon's neck from being pinched, to his bruised body, and then to the corner of his wallet that was exposed after his shirt was torn by concrete debris.
Before the rescue team carried the man away, Igor bent down and pulled out the wallet.
One team member wanted to stop it, but was pulled back by his teammates and kept silent.
After they left, Igor opened the blood-soaked wallet.
There were obvious signs of being rummaged through inside.
He rubbed his brows and looked at Nixon's figure on the stretcher, lost in thought.
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