Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The water of the Yangtze River flowed down the hole dug by the God of Destruction, pouring into and hitting the monster with tentacles and an insect brain.

However, this level of pressure is nothing for biological weapons. In the dark underwater, the super beast patiently dug out the ruins beneath it. The surface corroded by time showed no signs of civilization at all.

However, after the exposed length reached a terrifying 140 meters and still could not reveal the entire outline, the super beast stopped. At this time, the ruins could almost be seen as a building.

The God of Destruction squatted down, with its large insect head lowered. A faint white light, even in the darkness, emerged from the blood-red film on its chest and shot in particles and circles toward the surface of the ruins.

The light stayed for two or three seconds and then gradually disappeared. In its track, a humanoid life form that was almost completely surrounded by black fog and appeared to be made of fog appeared on the outer layer of the stone building, raised its fist and punched downwards.

——According to the information obtained from the Metrons, they came to the underwater excavation in the Yangtze River Basin after the search in Xinjiang failed.

The fist of the man in black fog hit the stone building on the outside heavily. This punch did not cause any abnormality on the surface of the ruins. It even seemed laborious and slow in the water, without a trace of strength. But the second punch that followed, before the fist arrived, the dark water that had spread out was pushed away by an invisible force.

Before the fist reached the surface of the ruins corroded by time, some kind of breaking sound was heard. When the fist reached the rock, obvious breaks appeared on it, and some invisible object materialized and broke through the surface of the ruins.

After several consecutive punches, the black mist exploded at the fists, the wall shattered, and the force of the water flowing in brought the black mist in.

There was not a trace of light in the large space. The floor and walls were made of some kind of processed pure rock. A hole suddenly appeared in the ceiling of this huge empty stone building, and a large amount of water flowed in like a waterfall, making a splashing sound.

The black mist figure escaped from the middle of the water column, rolled on the floor, and then held the floor with one hand to stabilize his body. The splashing water column did not last long. After the black mist jumped away, a huge insect pedipalp tip object directly stabbed in and inserted into the ceiling from the outside. It seemed that only a very small part of the tip was inserted, and the water flow was blocked. After the water column below continued to flow, there was only the sound of dripping water.

The black mist figure stood up, with scarlet light flashing in his eyes. The black mist seemed to be absorbed by the pores and gradually dissipated and thinned, revealing the man's face. The red light also dimmed, revealing a pair of black eyes.

【This ruin has functional structural parts. 】

The Yabo man said with a low laugh.

[Through your connection with the super beast, the energy conversion device can detect the energy plate in this part, and it will be very easy to do what you want. ]

Xia Long whipped him again in his mind, but did not drive him back. He just listened to the screams of the Yabo people and said coldly:

"Don't talk when you are not needed."

[Hehe... Hehehe... I understand you... I am the one who knows best, even you don't know yourself... Hehe...]

After the Yabo screamed, he did not continue to whisper to Xia Long as he did at the beginning, but just murmured a few words at the end. His voice gradually disappeared from Xia Long's mind along with his laughter.

The Yabo people obeyed Xia Long who used his own power and fell into silence, without saying a word.

Xia Long did not respond to what the Yabo people said.

This time he did not drive the Yabo people back not because his attitude towards them had softened, but because he realized that although he could still hold on for a long time, it was impossible to compete with a resentment that could sustain its life for countless days and months purely out of hatred and was constantly resurrected.

Although he could keep driving the Yabo people back, they would always escape and continue to seduce him with words that were not very offensive, and he would even be awakened when he was sleeping.

In this case, letting the Yabo people look outside and showing that you are annoyed and tired and don't want to care about him can appropriately reduce the frequency of Yabo people's harassment and make the Yabo people think that their host and the cage have gradually retreated and become dependent on him.

In this way, the Yabo people's actions become a plan to slowly corrupt him. He can relieve some of his mental pressure and also borrow the Yabo people's vision at a critical moment.

His persistence and patience in using resentment to persist in his immortality actually helped Xia Long.

Of course, this is ultimately based on considerations of interests. Changing your own ways will make the other person change their ways as well, making yourself feel more relaxed.

His dislike for the Yabo people had not changed at all. If he had no other means and power, he would have wiped out the Yabo people long ago. Even so, if the Yabo people were beyond his ability, he would consider destroying himself and the Yabo people together.

But that was not the problem now. He wanted to find the Nongmalt people.

The gradual strengthening of his mutated body allowed Xia Long to maintain his body functions without eating regularly, and he could see through dark scenes. This changed his mentality compared to ordinary people, and he did not shrink or worry about his current situation at all.

As he walked slowly, deeper into the empty darkness, the sound of footsteps gradually moved away from the sound of dripping water. In the dark space, only Xia Long's footsteps floated out, bumping against the walls, echoing as if reaching a very far place.

This kind of silence and one's abruptness in the environment will produce an inexplicable sense of fear, making people afraid that something in the distance has heard their voices and attracted some vicious things in the darkness.

The endless stream of ghosts, monsters, demons and monsters in human cultural traditions represent the embodiment of human fears. They seem to lick their paws and live with their pointy ears in this ruins devoid of any human touch.

But Xia Long knew that there was nothing here, just the relics and graves of a group of losers.

The most terrifying thing was right above this relic, connected to him by the power of the Yabo people. As long as he gave the next order, this ancient relic would be destroyed by the biological weapon with a strange smile, and ravaged into worthless dust.

As the God of Destruction's perception gradually became clearer, Xia Long came to a room with tables and chairs. The room was large, tall and long. The long wooden brown-red tables and chairs were alone in the middle of the stone room, which looked out of place. Rubbing them with fingers, you can wipe out the dust on them, leaving a long mark with a brighter color. These things seemed as clear as day in the darkness of Xia Long's eyes.

But these tables and chairs must have been used by someone. Someone must have sat here and stared for a long time at this room with nothing else in it.

He rubbed the dust off his fingertips and looked around beside the chair.

All the surrounding walls are densely covered with murals.

On the simple walls, human figures and shapes were carved out like carvings with a knife. These patterns continued one after another, from the ceiling to the left and right, to the front and back. The colors were only black, red, and green, the original colors of the wall. Only the ground was not painted.

These lines are too crude and ancient, but they seem to be carved out with infinite strength. The rough human figures and animals, the expressions and wounds seem to make the pain and bright red paint emerge together. Various murals like this cover all the walls, as far as the eye can see.

From the perspective of the chair, I was surrounded by these murals, and they were everywhere.

It is said that even with today's advanced science and technology and electronic devices, there is a limit to how long information can be preserved. The limit is only thousands or tens of millions of years, but the footprints of dinosaurs carved on stones have been preserved for 100 million years.

Do they want to keep this hatred for 100 million years?

Xia Long looked back, and there was no one in the dim but clear vision, just like when he came.

But after a few seconds, a man walked around the corner to the entrance of the room. He was about 40 years old, with smooth black hair of good quality. His facial features were a little serious and seemed to be tense. The corners of his mouth were pressed into a line, and only his eyes were very bright.

Their faces are no different from those of humans on Earth.

Xia Long's pupils shrank slightly.

They stared at each other for more than ten seconds, which seemed to last forever. Xia Long said in a low voice:

"Nongmalt?"

The man just opened his mouth to break the silence, but Xia Long was just a second ahead of him. After hearing this question, he remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"I am a Nongmarte." He shook his head again, looked at the murals around him, turned his head and said, "This is a former base buried under the Yangtze River, but it is neither deep enough nor shallow enough, so we come here very rarely, but humans should come here even less often than we do..."

"Who are you?" He looked at Xia Long and uttered these words.

Xia Long didn't say anything. The black mist spread out of his arms and emerged from his body.

"I am not a human, I am a curious cosmic being."

Xia Long said.

When he said this, he just felt empty inside, as if there was a hole that could not be filled.

The man remained silent. After staring at her sharply for a while, he gradually calmed down and said, "No matter who you are, the Nongmalte people welcome any foreigner with good intentions."

"Would you like to see the Nongmalts?" he began hoarsely.

"Interested." Xia Long.