On the night when the entire army left, the entire barracks returned to an empty state, as silent as before, just a dream.

People including bald men and fat men started the raid as planned, disappearing into the night overnight, striving to get enough distance in the darkness and quickly cross the wilderness where the pirates of the Reloader and the Saber Water Bay pirates strangled each other. The 460 Legion also rushed back to the Free Trade Zone overnight, preparing to build an effective defense line to prevent the attacks brewing in the dark.

The warm wind quickly cooled down under the night, and a huge satellite, like an eyeball, poked its head out of the sky, projecting scarlet light on this wild land.

I thought of the strange rock paintings of the wild prehistoric cave, and also recalled the nightmare I had before meeting Dad Hook.

Although the two planets look completely different, the seemingly dead pupil-like craters on the surface of the planet both awakened the uneasy memories in my heart.

What puzzles me is how such a huge satellite was captured in orbit? According to gravity, this satellite should tear off the material beyond a whole piece of continent when it swept across the planet's surface in space, turn it into a halo in the satellite orbit, and then turn it away and disappear into the bizarre deep space.

This kind of things that are unacceptable by common sense are more disturbing than those indescribable horrors.

In the parallel world, I have already discovered the haze hidden behind the world. Those indescribable existences may have existed in the deep sea, under the ground, and even the air we breathe and the space we live in, are the unintentional products of these existences.

In the face of these existences, even organizations like Mida, which combine top human talents and masters beyond imagination, cannot truly lead humans to control their own destiny. The ultimate destiny of humans in that world can only be maintained by a man who has lost his family, alone but unswervingly.

The SCP Foundation I joked about is really a magic bullet for me to solve these situations. As the saying goes, we contain, we fail, we run away, and with the bet on the whole world, these futile efforts are also the ultimate means for human beings to protect their own rationality.

I stood by the rustling woods, looking at the darkness in the distance, the wind pulled my outer robe, shuttled through the empty camp, roaring forever.

The strong wind seemed to be proudly announcing that they were the real owners of this land.

I stared at the depths of the dense forest that looked like an abyss, and suddenly I really heard the abyss meow at me.

……Meow?

What the hell?

Two agile black shadows jumped down from the dense tree trunk, and their front legs trampled on the ground twice, landing steadily on the soft leaf pads, making almost no sound. Then they crossed their bodies and came to me, revealing their majestic and colorful skin, and then...

He turned over and exposed his belly, twisted and rolled around on the ground, and snoring sounds in his throat.

"...It's you."

I squatted down and rubbed Big Cat No. 1 and No. 2, and greeted the two animals that had been separated for a long time. I had heard that they were hiding in the quiet valley with a very unique personality, but I didn't expect to meet them as soon as they came.

"What are you doing here?"

I asked them, and the two cheetahs turned over and got up from the ground, bit my trousers and signaled, protecting me in the middle one by one, leading me to the depths of the Silent Valley.

After walking through the abandoned radar station, bypassing the small square full of messy leaves, and crossing the desolate and empty housing area.

As a wet water vapor pounced on my face, I knew I was being brought to the strange cave that appeared on the edge of the cliff, big on the outside and small on the inside.

The wild herbs in the cave have grown. I had asked the fat man to pick them before and supply them to every soldier as military medical field medicine. But after the cheetah took me into the cave, I walked straight through the wild herb fields and went deeper.

Soon, I smelled a faint smell of blood, and it gradually became stronger as I moved forward.

Behind a large stone, I found a thin bison with flesh blooming, dead on the ground and silently emitted the stench of the body. However, the dark red blood flowed all over the ground, staining with strange traces of the ground.

Two of them are the footprints of cheetahs that I am familiar with. They circled the bison's corpse several times and walked out of the cave, without any signs of further deepening into the cave. The fresh biting marks on the bison's corpse can be seen as proof that the cheetah is eating.

The other string is a strange blood stain that is like a brush dipped in ink and dragged on the ground, about the thickness of an adult's arms, swaying slightly from side to side, but it moves straight into the depths of the cave and disappears into the dark cave.

I wanted to go forward to track the strange traces. The brightly-colored cheetah bared her teeth, her hair was standing up all over, her tail was tense like a slingshot string, her front legs pressed on the ground, and she bent her body and screamed in a low voice. The leopard roar was high and nervous, as if she was confronting the unknown existence in the darkness.

Even in such a crisis, the two cheetahs firmly stood in front of me and stopped me from stepping forward.

I immediately understood that this was the cheetahs conveying some information to me. They had already regarded me as a member of the same clan, so they brought me here and told me the hidden threats they found.

In the darkness, there were no suspicious sounds, except for the damp water vapor, but I had already given up my plan to step in.

The existence of this quiet valley itself is very suspicious. There is no large number of animals inhabiting such a place with abundant water and grass, and it is as quiet as a living hell. This has always been difficult for me to understand. Adhering to the idea of ​​avoiding it, I even built the military camp on the periphery and forbid soldiers from entering it.

I approached the bloody bison corpse and inspected the broken body of the short-horned brown hair. Although the cheetah bites many wounds, they all picked tender and fat-rich parts from the thin corpse, and the blood they bites were extremely sparse.

The part that has the largest amount of bleeding lies near the cow's anus, which simply forms a river of blood. Even with the huge body of the buffalo, such bleeding is enough to take its life several times.

When I opened the wound with a branch, I found that the bison's anus was extremely traumatic torn trauma, and the entire cow intestine disappeared, and most of the organs in the cow's stomach...

"Chesata is not a scavenger, and will not catch a dead prey. But this bison has traces of their biting. Could it be that this animal was not dead when it was bitten?"

Could it be that something parasitized in the belly of this bison, swallowing most of its internal organs and tissues before breaking out of its anus?

According to the rule that cheetahs do not eat carrion, I can even imagine that after being parasitized by mysterious creatures, the nutrients they consume every day were taken away and were bony. As the mysterious creatures grew, they even began to bite the internal organs, forcing the poor bison to rush around for food, like a puppet but could not end their own life, and lived like a walking corpse.
Chapter completed!