"According to divination and the multiple ‘mysterious items’ held by the federal government, it shows that... the discovery on the Star of Hope is related to Target No. 1!"

On the helicopter, Baird quickly took a confidential document.

"Your task is to ensure the safety of the researchers and bring back the discovery intact."

A man in black said seriously: "The Federation will have a team of extraordinary people, and will be yours."

"I see."

Byard took a deep breath and signaled that he had already made it clear.

Although I am not optimistic about divination behavior, since it is a task, it must be completed.

...

Meanwhile, on the Star of Hope.

Female diver Shana held a dining tray with sandwiches and coffee on it, knocking on the door of Harlan Scholars.

Since getting those photos and clay boards, the scholar has been lying in research and locking himself in the room for a day and a night, which is really worrying.

Dongdong!

Dongdong!

Knocks rang one after another, but Harlan did not respond.

"What happened...that's wrong."

Shana didn't care about anything, let go of her inspiration and looked behind the door.

Next second.

She felt the terrible darkness, and with the erosion of historical time, it surged, making her tremble.

"Come!"

Her sharp voice cut through the silence.

A moment later, several seamen came over and used fire axes to split Harlen's bedroom door.

Bang!

The bedroom door was smashed open, and a bloody smell came to my nose.

"not good."

The sailors entered the room with their hunting rifles in their hands.

They saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground and saw Harren Scholar sitting on a chair, swallowing a revolver in his mouth.

On the wall behind him, red, white, and black stains were covered.

"Very vomit!"

When several crew members saw this, they immediately turned their heads and covered their throats and retching.

"Hallen... committed suicide? Impossible!"

Shana was the first to disbelief. As an extraordinary person, Harlan, the scholar with lofty ideals and goals, would commit suicide.

‘Unless…being manipulated? But who can manipulate him…can it be…’

Almost subconsciously, Shana doubted her previous gains.

Among those ancient ruins, there are terrible secrets and perhaps amazing pollution, which greatly increases the possibility of explorers encountering supernatural events.

However, as a mature explorer, Harlan scholars should have prevented this kind of thing long ago.

"Don't mess around, keep the scene."

Shana took a deep breath, walked forward, and saw the desk in front of Harlen.

Scattered photos are piled up on the desk in a mess, and rows of chaotic drafts have been deciphered. This is the result of Harlen's research in a short period of time.

Although she knew it was full of danger, Shana couldn't help but glance.

On the white paper are several lines of messy text.

——‘Dark…Creator…Destroy the World…’

——‘Zerg…Sea Monkey…’

——‘Haha… It turns out that humans who claim to be noble, wisdom, and dominate the world… The truth in ancient times turned out to be…’

The above two lines should be a few translated words, and the following is Harlen's own mood recorded.

Shana felt that Harlan must have discovered some terrible secret that made his mind violently impacted and could not control himself. In addition, the influence of pollution made him choose to end his life by himself.

"What does the truth of the ancient times have to do with the present?"

She felt that she was only one step away from the truth, but she could not reach it.

"Is it because the truth is too cruel that even Harlen doesn't want to write it?"

Shana's eyes were slightly red.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the darkness.

It is the extraordinary team of the Federation.

"What's going on?"

When the leader saw this scene, he frowned: "Scholar Harun... committed suicide?"

Outside, the sound of the propeller of the helicopter vibrated, and figures slid down one after another.

Byard walked into the cabin and saw this scene, his face was as heavy as water.

"You're late."

Shana sighed.

"According to the Federal order, I can do everything I think is good for the Federation...Ms. Shana Besta! Please cooperate with our work."

Baird looked at the scene and his eyes twitched.

He felt that since he became a countermeasure room, what he did has not been smooth.

"Please explain the details to me."

Baird said to Shana: "All discoveries are left, please leave them to me for custody."

"certainly."

Shana pointed outside the door: "Let's go to the restaurant and talk."

An extraordinary man stood directly beside Baird, while the rest were on the survey site and even prepared to arrange a psychic ritual.

Even if a dead person is dead, there are many ways to make him speak!

...

Dining room.

Baird was holding a teacup, a little unbelievable:

"So... Harun scholars committed suicide because they deciphered some historical documents and could not bear the truth?"

He felt that this should not be the truth.

At least, there is no historical document at all, so what does it have to do with Turing Alsace?

"That clay board and the photos must be properly sealed." After thinking about it, Baird said solemnly.

"Of course..."

Shana lowered her head, her face full of sadness.

"Mr. Colonel, it's out."

At this time, the captain of the Extraordinary Squad came over with an ugly expression: "We cannot psychic Mr. Harlan's soul, as if it had completely dissipated, which is very abnormal..."

"Is the clue... broken again?"

Byrd looked at Shana: "The Federation needs you."

"Haha... Now it's not just documents, but even people are forced to be recruited?" Shana sneered a few times, but did not refute.

After all, Harun scholars also hoped to contribute to the Federation during their lifetime.

“How much do you know about the ‘Ausulu myth’?”

Byard suddenly asked a question.

"This is a very partial historical idea, proposed by unknown scholars, and summarized by Mr. Harun. They believed that in ancient times, there was a brilliant and brilliant mythological civilization... As for why it is called the "Ancient Sulu era", I don't know..."

Shana replied: "And this time the clay board is also a cultural relic from the ancient Sulu era."

Byard nodded: "It seems... we need a lot of archaeologists and historians, well... we also need the particularly unpopular ones."

...

"Oh? It was dug out?"

City of Pocero.

In the devastation, demon spirits in the void emerged and formed a legion.

On the ground, there were broken robots, occasionally flashing electric sparks in their eyes, and they quickly dimmed.

Sulu stood high above the throne and suddenly looked in the direction of the ocean.

That clay board was not a ‘historical text’, but a forged by him.
Chapter completed!