Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Port Yarplais is a sprawling city that occupies the entire asteroid.Even so, its scale has only been rapidly expanded in recent decades. Because it is located in a remote war zone, the population of Port Yarplais is far less than that of second- and third-tier cities in the Federation's central star field. On the contrary, it is due to the booming tourism industry in peacetime. It has led to the vigorous development of commerce, and also promoted the development of many famous natural landscapes and the formation of cultural landscapes.

In addition, due to the limited land area of ​​this planet, the population settlement is only located on an isolated continent in the northern hemisphere.From the satellite photos of Port Yarpley circulated on Starnet, it can be seen that the development of human science and technology has made this ordinary planet gradually become weird and deformed, like a top-heavy child - countless tall and straight concrete buildings seem to be inserted into the sky The sharp sword of the sword generally rises from the ground on the continent of the northern hemisphere, and there are transit stations for sky trains one after another suspended in the atmosphere, making the places where human beings live complicated and dense.

And half of the planet is covered by the blue ocean, and even the isolated islands on the ocean look cute and small. They float on the ocean like rice grains, and even the highest point is too small.

If Azathoth wanted, he could hide from the satellites with Hugo's help, come to the other side of the planet and rise from the deep sea.There is no need for too complicated movements - his body will set off huge waves and torrents.The strong wind will carry away the sea water on his body, condense into a gray-black cloud in the high sky, and become a storm that sweeps across human cities. Maybe the planet's crust will shake endlessly because he turned his body over while sleeping.

But he won't do it.

Azathoth is able to appreciate beauty, whether they are natural or man-made.He himself can realize that he lacks empathy similar to that of human beings. He has never felt sadness, and he rarely feels genuine happiness, but this does not prevent him from standing on a high ground to appreciate any kind of miracle born in the universe .

It is a miracle that Hugo's body has not forgotten his creator after being buried in ice and snow for hundreds of years.

It is a miracle that Igor landed in front of him across countless light years, and then accepted the faith with exhaustion.

After the war, the port of Yarplais is still full of vitality and thriving. Its summer sun is warm and unrestrained, and the blue ocean beats on the emerald green rock walls and creates white foam.Azathoth doesn't like it, but he knows how to appreciate and praise it, and he doesn't want these various charms to be destroyed by his too casual behavior.

So when the sudden change happened, everything seemed so ordinary and low-key, as simple as a sparrow singing and falling on the treetop decorated with green leaves.

Erica skipped across the road and came to the square in the center of the city.

This square is located in front of the city hall, and consists of a huge statue tens of meters high and a fountain guarding the statue.With the current level of technology, it is not difficult to build a stone statue of this scale. Therefore, the statue in the center of Port Yarpley depicts the scene of each consul taking office here in the federal capital. .

The statue of the current consul, O'Casey Griffin, looks serious and humble.He was wearing a dress necessary for formal occasions, holding a cane in his hand, and saluted slightly in front of him.

Erica is now standing directly under the statue, by the fountain pool, looking up at the statue.Not far away, a few tourists from other places raised their cameras to take pictures of the statue and the city hall, and included Erica in the photo frame by the way.

"Sorry—but no photography is allowed here!" she shouted at the tourists, standing still.

"Is that so?" The tourists looked at her in surprise, "Sorry, we didn't see the instruction prohibiting taking pictures, so we will delete the pictures now."

"Thank you," Erica said. "Could you please step aside, if you can? There's going to be a show here in a bit."

The tourists left as promised.Then, the little girl with brown hair and green eyes smiled lightly, two sweet dimples appeared on her cheeks.She returned her gaze to the statue of O'Casey Griffin, and silently recited the real name of the god in her heart.

"Crack-"

The sound of water, the sound of cicadas, the sound of birds, the roar of car engines, the vibration of helicopter suspension propellers, the faint singing in the distance, the human city is so noisy even in the silent moment.This slight sound was like the lightning that was used to herald before the storm. Before it pierced the sky, no one had noticed the splash of sparks.

Neither did Benson Peters and Noyce.

There is a straight road across the city in front of the city hall, which is often blocked due to various circumstances.The same is true now, the two of them are standing in the middle of the asphalt road about two kilometers away from the city hall and the central square, facing the deserted street, showing flawless perfect smiles to the cameras placed in front of them .

"Long time no see, lords~" Noyce's tone was relaxed and cheerful, which was very different from the usual sneering tone, and the smile on his face was also full of enthusiasm and no haze, "It's been a while since I broadcast live, have you guys miss us?"

He dragged out the ending sound to create a feeling of coquettishness. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the barrage of the live broadcast room displayed on the screen in front of him, and the script in the hands of the staff—the live broadcast task issued by the Federal Central Committee, and found the studio where they were located. In cooperation, there is absolutely no tolerance for deviation and perfunctory.

Benson also moved closer to the camera, seemingly casually leading the topic to the introduction of the city of Port Yalple.He and Noyce had been together for a long time, and they quarreled constantly on weekdays, but they cooperated well at work without any affectation.As they moved, the camera also moved forward slowly, facing the star rising due east and casting a steady light in the mid-air, and the hazy mist in the morning presented the unique bleakness and magnificence of the city one by one.

Up until this moment, everything was working without error.

In order to be safe, the pedestrians on the entire road have been cleared. Now the people walking around on the sidewalk are actually the staff they hired, and even the vehicles parked on the roadside have been strictly selected.Some important branch roads were closed by guardrails and warning signs, and the road in front of the city hall was straight and spacious, and it looked quiet and serene.

Suddenly, a man in a cheap black cloak and a broken hood climbed over the railing, and walked slowly towards the city center along the shadows cast by the tall buildings.

His pace of advancement was so leisurely that it took the staff standing by for a long time to react, and he stretched out his arms and stopped him in a rough voice: "Hey! Don't go forward! I didn't see the closure here this morning. Is it on the way!"

The man seemed to have never heard of it, and he still walked forward with a devout attitude that seemed a little weird at the moment.

"Hey! Tell you to stop!" The staff didn't dare to shout too loudly, so they could only reach out and grab the other party, but the result was too much force, and the person was staggered.The man in the black cloak was forced to stop, and finally responded to the staff's voice.He turned his head blankly, his dark brown out-of-focus eyes fell on the staff's face.

"What did you say?" This strange man with the typical appearance of a local in Port Yarple said with difficulty, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his throat was as hoarse as scrub.

The staff member's lips trembled, his expression became fierce, and he grabbed his arm and dragged him back: "I said no to go any further! Are you deaf?"

"I don't..." The man's tone was still weird, sounding like a foreigner whose mother tongue is a different language, "No. Don't pull me. I'm going to see God."

Not knowing what was going on, the staff member let go of his wrist, and watched the man lower his head and rub his bruised flesh, before continuing to walk towards his destination unconsciously.

He looked back a little at a loss, wanting to ask his colleagues for help, but was shocked to see a jet-black stream of people converging into a river like a stream, along the necessary road leading to the square in front of the city hall. On the road of passage, walking against the light in the white mist that is about to disperse.

His colleagues also maintained the same bewildered and panicked expressions as him, but they could only be washed away by the crowd powerlessly and drifted with the crowd, looking at the innumerable figures in the port of Yalple, who were wearing pitch-black cloaks and whose faces were unclear. The locals bowed their heads respectfully like a pilgrimage, chanting words in their mouths.

The noisy voices are gradually integrated into one, almost like an arranged grand chorus performance, so absurd that it is almost orderly, and the well-trained actors stick to their jobs and will never give up until they reach their goals——

But what exactly do they want to see and obey?

No one can give an answer.

The moment the first person arrived at the central square, the deafening sound woke up the entire planet.

The photographer who was trembling with the video camera suddenly turned around, his hands could no longer bear the weight of the expensive equipment.The camera rolled twice on the ground, and when the lens went dark, it automatically shut down.But at this time, no one had the energy to pay attention to the live broadcast that was halfway through the sudden cut-off of the signal. Their eyes were all attracted by the soaring smoke and dust in front of them and the huge statue rolling to the ground.

O'Casey Griffin's stone head is placed upright on the ground, with perfect light and shadow angles, like the statue of David under Michelangelo, with a dynamic beauty like a living person.

Erika sits on top of the Archon statue.

Her movements are very casual, her figure is also petite and immature, and her body also faintly exudes a breeze-like pheromone that shows her Omega identity.She looked almost as big as a statue's eye, but no one dared to question her power at this moment.The contrast between the big and the small hits people's retinas, as if we saw the boundless darkness and the overwhelming shadows cast by the planets when we traveled in the universe for the first time - we all know how weak and powerless we are, But only when there is a comparison, the feeling of weakness hidden in the heart will reach its peak.

In the city hall, the consul Ocassie Griffin, who had been silently witnessing all these developments, trembled in his left hand, which should have been holding the cup of black tea steadily.After this second, his heart began to violently beat against his reason, blood was roaring and boiling in his veins, and an irresistible impulse was brewing in O'Casey's mind.He called his temporary secretary incoherently, barely knowing what he said:

"Open the door - open it for me! Can't wait any longer, this is the only chance! I see it! You can't go wrong! Go get me a cloak...I'm going downstairs!"