Justice and evil are not important to the Federation.

Whether you can be ‘controlled’ is the key.

When it comes to a critical moment, even if you pray for power from the evil god, it is not impossible.

Byard came to an underground laboratory.

Not only are there heavy troops outside, but it is also a team of extraordinary people stationed in the Federation.

Almost every once in a while, death row prisoners who destroyed files were transferred here as various ‘materials’ to consume.

If everything here is revealed, the Federation will undoubtedly have a major earthquake and countless people will step down.

Walking on the corridor engraved with runes, even Baird couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"How about it?"

He came to a monitoring room and asked.

"We have arranged for criminals to pray to some evil gods, but none of them responded..."

A scientist-like man shook his head: "Or... just contact, he was contaminated, without any valuable information..."

Along with his words, several figures of experimental subjects appeared on the display screen.

Some were tied to the bed, their eyes were closed and they kept struggling, as if they were having nightmares that they could not wake up.

Some use their teeth to bite their wrists, depict various symbols of unknown significance, and turn the cell into a bloody graffiti room.

Also, they have simply been ‘destroyed’, and even the screen is prohibited from being played due to the high degree of ‘pollution’ and cannot be isolated.

"Turing Alsace!"

The scientist in a white coat repeated the name: "The word Turing... seems to be a taboo in mysticism... Even the 'Moon Anonymous', the evil god who has always liked to record knowledge, refused to communicate with us..."

"Is it not only the righteous god, but also the evil god?"

Baird murmured: "…what the hell is that person?”

"When it comes to this, a batch of latest data has been transferred in. Do you need to check it out?"

The scientist raised his glasses and opened a video.

At the beginning of the picture is the city of Pocero, which has become a vast swamp!

In the suburbs, tens of thousands of troops gathered, and drones flew over the sky from time to time.

The only benefit of the second generation of "anthropomorphic golem" is that it replaces the original human beings as soldiers, and there is no need to let the flesh and blood bend over at this time.

"Another test?"

Baird muttered to himself, staring at the screen.

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of command.

A large number of mechanical soldiers rushed into the area of ​​the city of Pocero.

Tanks roared and rocket barrels roared one after another, and it seemed that they were about to clean up the entire city of Pocero with artillery fire.

Boom! Boom!

One after another, explosions swept across the city.

The sea water and soil were blown into the sky together, and huge deep pits appeared on the ground.

It can be said that in today's city, even if good luck is not blown up, the fire waves and oxygen evaporate with it can take away any person's life, even for a low-level extraordinary person!

After the artillery fire washed the floor, there was a robot army that was ignorant of fear and absolutely obeyed the orders.

They rushed into the city, looking for the traces of Turing Alsace.

‘Can it succeed?’

Baird knew in his heart that the opportunity was not great, but he still began to pray, hoping for a miracle to happen.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

One robot after another fell to the ground, as if a mountain was pressing on his body!

Fighters seemed to have lost their power and fell straight from the air.

"Is this...gravity?"

Baird murmured.

"Well... According to calculations, the gravity parameters in that urban area have changed..."

When the commentator next to him said this, his voice was trembling.

Immediately, the camera turned into a snowflake.

Although Byard knew that while the army was dispatching, there must be an extraordinary team of raids there.

But the other party's fate is no longer a question.

"This video is not meaningless, at least we know... ordinary physical attacks are meaningless to that person..."

Baird sighed, and his expression instantly turned to firmness: "But... I want to destroy the world unless I step over my body!"

"The whole Federation, all human beings, are working hard to stop him!"

The scientist next to him held his glasses: "It's really ironic. He attracted all the Mars that were about to explode in the lower levels of the Federation."

Although he is a researcher, he is also aware of the series of commotions outside.

But now, all parties who were originally contradictory had to turn their guns and go unanimously to the outside world.

...

deep sea.

On the blue sea level, an investigation ship is sailing.

"Asterisk of Hope, please reply when you receive it!"

Captain's room, contact the radio.

"This is the Star of Hope. As an investigation ship, we hope to contribute our own strength to the world, and it's over!"

After Harlen, a great explorer, archaeologist, and senior federal scientist, finished speaking, put down the walkie-talkie and walked out of the cabin.

"This...is the origin of the world, and the deep sea below is the Devil's Trench!"

He stared at the sea and the cables that kept undulating, and flames seemed to burn in his eyes: "The history of lost civilization, the origin of the extraordinary...maybe useful to the current Federation."

Harlan is not only a scientist on the surface, but also a very high-level extraordinary person in secret.

He knew very well what was happening in the Federation, but this was the goal he pursued throughout his life.

"If the ancient power can be discovered, maybe it can deal with that person."

Harlan thought to himself.

Soon after, all the cables were collected and a diver came to the deck.

She opened her mask and showed a blue eyes and an extremely beautiful face.

"The bottom is very deep. Even if I use extraordinary abilities, I can't sneak to the end..."

The female diver said regretfully: "But I found this..."

She took out a mud board covered with shells and seaweed.

"This is... clay board? Impossible... How can such a material be preserved in the deep sea until now? It contains mysterious power?" Harren pulled away the seaweed and fell into a state of confusion.

"Yes, look... the strokes on this are obviously an ancient text that we have never discovered."

The female diver pointed to the clear scratches and said, "Professor... you succeeded, we really found the legacy of the 'Ancient Sulu Mythical Age'..."

"yes……"

Harlen was a little excited and a little regretful.

What I was excited about was naturally accomplishing my goal, but unfortunately I only found a clay board. I don’t know if it is useful to the current Federation.

"Thanks a lot."

He quickly took a picture of the clay tablet, took a picture of the mysterious text on it without falling, and prepared to decipher it immediately.

It might be difficult if a simple scholar does this.
Chapter completed!