Chapter 87
When the lighthouse burned out, it was like a huge ball of fire. With a loud bang, it broke from the middle and scattered everywhere.
"alarm--"
"An unknown mist-like object appeared in the underground research institute!"
"Unexplained explosions occurred in Area A and Area B of the Hanging Island!"
Accompanied by rapid alarm sounds, more and more explosion origins appeared on the radar screen. They were of different sizes, marking the range of the explosion - of course, the largest yellow circle was still the explosion point of the Lighthouse Research Institute.
In just a few seconds, the wavy marking body appeared again among the countless circles.
An explosion means damage, a gap, and the possibility of a dead object turning into a living thing is much greater.
Suddenly, many black shadows appeared above the Hanging Island. Countless humans with first or second superpowers decided to save themselves. Together with their pet mutants, they scaled the high-rise buildings of the Hanging Island, hoping to escape using their octopus arms or other animal wings.
And with just a few such moves, they touched the blue mist above them, which was like the unfathomable sea in Haicheng at that time, and the raging waves that seemed to want to completely devour humanity.
The wings, limbs, and even the backs that supported them all melted away randomly - just like that time.
Then more people with special abilities fell from the building, smashing heavily into the bricks and stones, creating countless holes.
"This is fucking outrageous! Are they ignoring the rules governing supernatural powers? If they keep climbing like this, the damage to the building will only get worse." Qiao Ran looked at Triana. "Have the sections been divided?"
"Um."
"The Hanging Island structure has been divided into 235 areas. The largest is 50 hectares, and the smallest is 6 hectares, barely enough space for a single residential building," Triana explained. "The foundations of those residential buildings will be very solid."
"I know, these bricks are called iron boxes."
Qiao Ran paused for a few seconds and continued, "They can ensure the integrity of each building area. When separated, they can also trap the intact buildings in the inner area of the iron box to protect them from damage by fog."
To this day, no one knows how Sirtu or the supporting institute controlled the fog, and no one knows why the explosion occurred. Therefore, this iron box has become the safest place of protection.
So more support personnel from the institute came over to make final preparations.
When the lighthouse burns out, all the fog will rush there, which will be the best time to separate the hanging island.
Just as they were nervously making plans, Anna hurriedly pushed the door open.
Triana glanced at her, staring at her for a few seconds. "Still no contact?"
Anna lowered her head and shook it weakly.
"We've sent out the largest investigation team, but there's absolutely no news," Anna said. "The Hanging Island has the densest information coverage. Neither the Colonel's communications nor Su Ran's locator have any information."
The scene fell into dead silence.
After a while, a few people moved and started working.
Anna walked over to them: "Sorry."
"No need," Triana said.
"However, while connecting to the communication, I did receive and decode the signal from the underground research institute." Anna said, "Not only Siertu, but also many other shrieking voices, all conveying the same message."
She uploaded the recorded signal from Poker and relayed the message: "We exist everywhere in this world, you just don't know it."
"Not only that, those unknown things, those mysterious substances passed down from ancient times, will appear in every corner of this world."
"Do you believe his words?"
"Who knows?"
Triana remained silent, gazing at the purple-red sky beyond the Hanging Island. The purple had faded, like cotton wool, scattering across the sky and blending with the mist.
"It's almost time."
"All those things from Haicheng and Xincheng are pouring into the Lighthouse Research Institute."
"The Star Project is officially launched!"
Amidst the sounds of machines operating, the suspended island emitted a huge roar.
The hard ground was broken down into countless iron blocks and bricks. They quickly combined and accumulated around like building blocks, stacking up and eventually becoming block-like objects.
The intact buildings were preserved, but the damaged bricks and stones were all crushed and turned into cement fragments, which fell down in scattered pieces.
Supporting research institutes is no exception.
Before finally entering the iron box, Anna leaned against the iron bars and took another look.
"We built the lighthouse because we wanted it to be a lamp that protects this world." Anna looked in the direction of the Lighthouse Research Institute. "But too often, the legend of Azathoth, the ancient tales of despair, and the fear of the unknown gods have long occupied and filled the hearts of everyone here."
"But..."
Anna lowered her head slightly, her long, soft brown hair fluttering gently in the wind: "I never give up, and I always believe in something."
"After all, he's a little rose who never cries, and the Colonel will always be our most powerful fighting force." Her tone was firm, "So, I believe they will return safely."
The author has something to say:
This book is almost finished.
There are probably three or four chapters left, I'll try to finish them this week.
I have prepared a lot of extra chapters, all of which are sweet daily life, enough for you =v=
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