Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"We have encountered three major difficulties now." Mike has calmed down. Although the eye circles and the tip of the nose are still red, his voice is very peaceful, and he seems a little embarrassed. "First, how do we go back to Kemingting now?"

"Second, where are the others?"

"Third, what is the principle of the formation of this fog? Can we leave it alone?"

Nixon and his colleagues cooperated well. As soon as Mike finished speaking, he snatched his coat from the other party, turned to Azathoth and his team and asked, "What do you think?"

The man said he was looking for advice, but it was written all over his face: I know you guys can fix this fast.

Normally, Nixon would not be able to easily let down his vigilance in such an unfamiliar environment, but Igor felt so kind to him that this commentator, who has been in the society for several years, seemed to be joking with an old friend. Skillfully pushing the pot away, it was only after he finished speaking that he realized that he didn't know any of the people in front of him.

"..." Nixon was stunned, rubbed his auburn hair angrily, and apologized to them, "I'm sorry, I'm not..."

At this moment, the earth shook again, interrupting his words.

Hugo's magic show was held at three o'clock in the afternoon, and when Igor and Azathoth had just arrived from the beach, the light from the stars hanging in the sky had gradually dimmed.It is about four or five o'clock at this moment. If you are inside Kemingting Town, you should be able to see the two satellites of this planet slowly rising above the horizon, imprinting pale white shadows on the blue sky.

But in this dense fog, the only thing that can be seen is the 'sun'.

It fell to the edge of the horizon, like a pickled salted duck egg yolk, neither hot nor glaring, but gently shining on the ground with warm orange light.

At this moment, just below the star, in the mist dyed light orange, a black figure like a towering mountain loomed faintly.The monsters born from the fog opened their huge bright red eyes, and their sight penetrated the places beyond the reach of human technology, staring at these uninvited guests who broke into the fog.

Hugo said suddenly: "I heard the screams of humans."

Nixon immediately asked, "Where is it?"

"Don't worry." Igor patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. This simple action calmed down the commentator who was showing anxiety again.

Nixon felt wrapped up in the illusion of having a conversation with an old friend again.

For a moment, he looked at the setting sun surrounded by curling mist. Although there were unknown and terrifying creatures hiding in the distance, he felt that he was staying in a warm room with a burning fire, sitting on the bed in loose home clothes. He was sitting on a chair with a wool blanket, holding an idle book that had nothing to do with his major or work, and greeted and talked with his friends with a happy smile.

——However, the scene that emerged in his mind was so clear that only the face of the friend he was talking to was blurred.

Like the fog in front of you.The old friend who used to hang shoulders passed him by in this fog, and walked on another road that intersected with it, but he didn't even know who to mention the words of remembrance and salvation.

Igor didn't know how many complicated thoughts rose in his friend's heart because of his habitual intimacy.

After the vibration of the ground temporarily stopped, Hugo said quietly to Azathoth: "Azathoth...I think I can control the bionics in this fog now. They should be managed by another 'me' Manipulation, but now it does not know why it actively shuts itself down, and the command authority has been released."

Azathoth looked unsurprised: "Can you find the others and gather them here?"

Hugo pouted.

"I can." It said with a bit of reluctance, "It will be their reward for responding to my invitation."

Azathoth nodded: "I'm going to solve this fog."

When he said this, he didn't deliberately lower his voice, and Nixon and Mike couldn't help but focus on this strange man in a black cloak.

Erica beside them breathed a sigh of relief, with a relaxed expression as if the difficulty had been resolved.She saluted Azathoth respectfully: "Thank you for your willingness to help!"

Igor asked, "Shall I go with you?"

Azathoth shook his head.

He took a silver coin from Hugo, then turned and walked towards the sun.Someone discovered that Azathoth was not wearing shoes at this time... Maybe they were lost somewhere in the fog like Igor's coat.He walked barefoot and facing the light on this barren and desolate road covered with gravel and iron bones. He seemed not in a hurry, but he was advancing very fast.

Nixon looked at his thick black back from a distance, and suddenly felt a certain sense of déjà vu at this moment.

This figure... seems to have been seen somewhere before.

And this chaotic space where time and space are intertwined seems to be aware of what Azathoth is going to do, and a violent wind suddenly rises in the dead air.This gust of wind blew towards him with a clear purpose, raising the corner of Azathoth's robe all at once, like a goshawk spreading its wings in an instant, casting a ferocious and distorted shadow on the uneven ground against the setting sun.

The figure of the god is as motionless as a mountain.

"Don't make trouble." He whispered, his tone was flat and ordinary, as if he was teaching a disobedient child at home.

Azathoth walked all the way under the round sun, and the mist behind him was blown away by the strong wind, cutting a straight path like Moses dividing the sea.

The originally scattered sunlight condensed into a horizontal line, shining on the place where the mist scattered, and laying a golden carpet on top of the ruins.But no matter how bright the sun is, it seems that it can't warm the existence in front of it - it is still a chaotic darkness around him, and the light is afraid to touch the corner of his robe, bypassing this place like a living thing that somehow appeared here The gods here are more obedient and obedient than ever before.

At the same time, the robots in the dense fog commanded the scattered humans like sheep.

This group of people first fell into an unfamiliar environment and was terrified by the red eyes that suddenly appeared in the sky, and then the mechanical zombie army that got up immediately looked like an army ordered by the devil in their eyes, which caused extremely serious damage to people's spirits. secondary trauma.

To be honest, Hugo's behavior in leading them in the first place was anything but rude.

It politely wants to have the most basic communication with this group of ordinary people, but it has forgotten what kind of shape the robots it built in the past look like—just lacking arms and legs, and many of them only have half a robot in their eye sockets. The eyeballs, the texture under the bionic skin are exposed, the expression is stiff and hollow, and the behavior is full of incongruity (caused by replacing inferior parts).

Saying that they are zombies may be praising them.

All in all, it is no wonder that these people took up their weapons to resist under the violent panic.

Hugo didn't want to fight them, however.

After discovering that the verbal communication is whimsical, the bionic man quickly changed his strategy and quickly brought himself into the role of the big devil.In fact, compared to the helpful little angel, it is obviously better at this kind of villain setting that scares people half to death and then laughs loudly. It skillfully uses its devilish appearance to scare humans to the ground. hurried to the square near the tent.

However, there was a small error in the middle of the process.

Hugo accidentally scared a little human girl to tears.

The kid tripped over a rock and fell to the ground, followed by monsters from the horror movie set.She was so frightened that she shook into a ball and cried loudly. The parents who ran halfway in front heard the cry and found that the child was missing. He failed miserably when he picked him up—his legs went limp from fright.

She could only spread her arms tremblingly in front of the bionic man.

The bionic man, who lost half of his head, fell into suspicious silence as he watched the touching scene in front of him.

The cry of the child resounded through the sky, mixed with the wild laughter of the nearby robots, and the reverberation lingered for three days.

The android finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rubbed one foot on the ground restlessly.

Then it bent down, and amidst the screams of the girl's mother, it took out a black hat out of nowhere, and handed it to the little girl over the adult's struggling arms.

"Stretch out...hand..."

Its old sounder spoke intermittently.

The little girl stopped crying, looked up at it vacantly, flinched, and looked down at the hat again.

Cautiously, she reached into the brim of her hat—and pulled out a tattered stuffed rabbit.

"See what you took out?"

The bionic man has a rough voice, he is learning and selling, and his tone is fierce, not like a magician, but like a butcher.

"A rabbit!"

"..." The girl opened her mouth wide and sat there holding the rabbit's ears foolishly.After a while, she grinned through her tears and shouted to the adults around her, "Mom! Look! It's magic!"

She happily leaned into the arms of the trembling guardian, and lifted up the dirty doll in her hand, "Mom! Mom! Look, this is the little rabbit I just caught!"

"Can I play again?" The human cub is now not afraid of Hugo at all. "Candy can be exchanged, thank you!"

However, the android rejected her.

"You already have your own rabbit." The robot said slowly, "The remaining rabbits will be distributed to other children."

The girl in front of it seemed to accept the statement.

However, her expression was visibly lowered by the naked eye.

The bionic man tilted his head and looked at her for a while, then took out a silver coin from his pocket: "Do you like music boxes? This is for you."

"Ah!" The little girl jumped up in surprise again, "Thank you, I will definitely cherish it this time! My mother accidentally lost the previous silver coin, and I thought I would never get it back."

The bionic man's gaze shifted from the little girl happily fiddling with silver coins to the adult with complex complexion.

"Let's go." It urged in a calm tone, "The others are still waiting for you."

On the other side, Azathoth stood in front of a silver gate that appeared out of thin air above the ruins and under the sun under the fearful gaze of people in the distance.

The silver coin in his hand turned into an ancient silver key at some point, which seemed to match the door in front of him.

"Have you thought about it?" Azathoth didn't insert the key into the door lock immediately, but asked to someone who didn't know, "Go through this door, and you can go to the place you most desire to return to." , Meet the person you most want to see."

"Even so, are you going to let this nameless mist dissipate and the gate be closed forever?"

The broken sand under his feet arched, and an arm suddenly emerged.

The arm patted the ground, swept away the chaotic stones and tiles above, and then pulled out a head that was leaking from all sides.

"What's there to think about." The bionic said angrily and impatiently, "I've long forgotten about the past."

Azathoth lowered his head and smiled at it, without saying anything.

The silver key in His hand turned into ashes, shining with silver light, scattered in the milky white mist like a gauze.