Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Erica subconsciously showed a well-behaved, flattering smile, just like a brat facing the parents after getting into trouble: "Master God!"

Azathoth eyed her through the rearview mirror.In fact, last night when Erica didn't send Hugo a message, they realized that something was wrong, and it took Azathoth only 5 minutes to realize that the little girl would not encounter any danger that she could not deal with, and there was no accident. The situation was frightening.Torn between the two choices of saving people and protecting Erica's self-esteem, Azathoth also consulted Igor's opinion by the way.

Igor had no idea. As an all-around player with excellent character and learning and never handed over trouble to the teacher, he had never experienced the embarrassment of being invited by a parent.

And Wendy who was questioned later didn't know what happened, she just couldn't help shaking because of Azathoth's question: "I shouldn't want my relatives to know." She carefully observed Azathoth's He still refused to lower his vigilance in front of him, "If possible, I don't want to cause trouble for my brother."

Hypocritical minors.

Garcia sneered at this, saying that if one of his children did this in the future, he would break his/her leg after discovering the truth.

But since he was an older single youth, no one took the doctor's words seriously.

Erica was able to get five hours of free time like a catastrophe...although she was caught by her parents in the end.

Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

Hugo curled up on the back seat of the suspension car and sighed: "I knew I should have been more cautious." His red eyes were full of sorrow, "The internal forum of the Red Line Corps is closed to the outside world. I hacked last time Their administrator’s account, this time their technicians learned how to behave, and actually directly used the internal network and encrypted the URL, making it much more difficult to get in quietly.”

Azathoth: "So your attempt failed?"

"No! Failed!" Hugo squeezed his calf tightly, and protested loudly as if insulted, "If you crack it violently, this forum will be like my back garden!"

Azathoth wasn't accusing, he was just matter-of-fact: "You didn't know Erica was with a member of the Red Line until the press release this morning."

Hugo: "..."

It dragged this ugly black historical image into the recycle bin, shrunk its neck and buried its black-haired disheveled head into the collar of a wide knitted sweater, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to talk to people who can't program...and neither can God. "

Erica gave an awkward yet polite smile to Wendy who was watching her carefully.

Although she is not yet ten years old, considering that Wendy was locked up for five years without contact with the outside world, it remains to be seen whether their mental age is higher or lower.

When the two girls who met for the first time tried to communicate with each other, Azathoth stretched his legs and stretched his waist in the spacious co-pilot seat. Following his usual movements, a deep sea a few hundred kilometers away suddenly Rolled up the dark tide.

Although Capital Star has been highly developed, it still retains many cultural landscapes and natural attractions that have been passed down from ancient times.It is a city so huge that it is beyond imagination, and it is a political and cultural center that condenses the efforts of countless people for hundreds of years.More importantly, it has a suitable temperature and a stable atmosphere. There is only one natural satellite orbiting the planet, and its position from the ground is only a little closer than the once water-blue planet.

Perhaps many years ago, when humans first visited, they also shed tears for such a familiar scene.

But similar never means the same.

Azathoth has never taken a geography class, but he can experience this difference through his simple step-by-step measurement—as long as he wants, at this moment, he can appear on the top of a snow-capped mountain, appear in a cave that is inaccessible, Appears in uninhabited deserts, in the deep sea with strange fish species.And at this very moment, a body is stepping out of the sea step by step facing the rising sun not long ago somewhere, and his thin, pale body is wrapped in a crow-feather-like black robe.

Over his head was a thick cloud, with only a little light filtering through the cracks in the horizon.

Under his feet is the slowly flowing crimson thick slurry, with the heat of burning everything, submerging the withered weeds and the reefs beaten into thick black by the tide.

In front of Azathoth was an erupting volcano.

The crater that swallows Mars seems to be full of fireworks, and the bright light is like a meteor shower, drawing bright lines under the cloudy clouds. Those Martian spirits are jumping and rolling down the cliff, looking flexible and wild, but not With the slightest malice to destroy everything.

After many years, this deserted island will be a scene of prosperity again.

Life and death intertwined, just under the feet of Azathoth, brewing little by little in the depths of the magma.

He'd resent the fact that the bath water was slightly warmer, and could just as easily hang out in this hellish scene.

It would be great if I could bring Igor to see this scene.

I feel a little regretful in my heart.

He sat down at the crater, holding a handful of magma in both hands, like a child rolling mercury balls in a thermometer, carefully observing them spilling between his fingers, the ocean in the distance seemed to be still calm, not because of a storm Move and go to war.Looking further into the distance, the rising sun is hidden among the heavy black clouds, sparingly casting a few gleams of light, which cast a projection like holy light on the sea level, dividing the darkness into irrelevant curtains small pieces.Azathoth's vision was blurred by the mist rising from the sea water, and the smell of volcanic ash was not pleasant, but when the Blessed One was not around, his perception of everything around him became dull.

The majesty, tragedy and beauty of nature carved deep and shallow traces in his eyes, but they couldn't shake his mood a little.

After an unknown amount of time, when even the eruption of the crater seemed weak, Azathoth walked onto the deserted beach, and stepped into the steaming seawater with both feet.

The depths of his deep black eyes reflected the sea.

This young man with a decadent and desolate beauty walked down the beach step by step. Gradually, his feet below the sea level turned into smooth and dark tentacles, and the black robe bulged, intertwined and squirmed. The tumorous creature, only that expressionless, beautiful face remained the same.Then Azathoth rearranged his hood, and this last bit of humanity disappeared.

He had turned into an indescribable monster—under the cloud, in the light of the rising star, in the flowing magma, and slowly sank to the depths of the ocean.

**

Gresham made a nondescript salute to Margarita.

He didn't look like an official, but more like a rough mercenary. At this time, he was wearing a suit that didn't fit well. In Margarita's eyes, he looked like a brown bear wrapped in human clothes.He was still holding a half-gnawed apple in his hand, and came over very familiarly: "Hey, Rita, do you have any inside information?"

Margarita rolled her eyes, her well-shaped legs were resting on the table, and her high-heeled feet were slightly upturned: "No."

Gresham rolled his eyes and said flatteringly, "I didn't mean to publish it in the newspaper this morning."

"Do you know how troublesome it is to deal with the follow-up? The federal capital is not your home."

"I know I know." Gresham held up his hands, "but what can I do? I blame the group of kidnappers, and they gleefully leaked their hole cards when they made trouble. Now the whole world knows that a group of people will be at the celebration The Zerg diplomats will be overjoyed to cause trouble for us when we are here."

Margarita smiled and said, "Be careful, their royal mimesis is so strong, even if you stand in front of you, you can't find that they are not human."

"...are they in the capital now?"

"Otherwise?" Margarita rolled her eyes again, "I've arrived a long time ago, I live next to Ma'anbao, and the army protecting the consul has added another regiment."

Gresham showed a sighing expression, pulled out a stool and sat down opposite Margarita: "Then what did you call us back for?"

"Be safe."

"what?"

"Wendy Sullivan has run away. Viscount Joyce, the head of our mech research and development department, is still lying in the hospital. Little St. Anne is out of her mind. This research institute is now leaderless like a headless fly. Bishop Gilbert is in custody. His and Antonio's relics slipped right under his nose...isn't that enough? The feds don't want to finish us off."

Gresham frowned: "I thought we were on the side with the Federation?"

Margarita shrugged: "How united can you expect a group of politicians to be without foreign enemies?"

The burly man sighed and muttered, "I don't care about these, you just need to tell me what I need to do."

Margarita didn't answer him, but instead said, "How does it feel to be alone with a little Omega for five or six hours?"

"Hey! She's not even ten years old!"

"Of course I know. I'm asking you what you think of her."

"Isn't she a friend of Little St. Anne? I thought you checked."

Margarita tapped her finger on the table: "Yes, I checked, and Anne also assured that her friend is fine... But she had a fight with the children of the Longman Griffin family, you know what Longman is Dexing, I have asked him several times, but this man also refused to tell me why he gave up revenge on that girl."

"Well, what did he say?"

"Contribute to the future of the Federation Flower." Margarita imitated Langman with a decent smirk, showing the Griffin Patriarch's signature smirk, "That scum actually has the nerve to say such a thing. But the one named Erica The girl is indeed gifted, she was rightly sent to the capital, and the educational resources of Port Yalple are burying her."

"Huh?" Gresham asked in surprise, "Such a high evaluation?"

Margarita: "Her teacher and I are college classmates, and we talked once during a party... This kid is a true genius."

"Omega." Gresham murmured out of nowhere, full of awe.

"Omega." Margarita nodded in agreement, the two Alphas looked at each other, and changed the subject with sympathy.

"You should pay attention to Erica if you can." Before the conversation ended, Margarita added, "She is still a child, but the adoptive father has a reputation."

"Who?"

"Ford Hill. A dry commentator."

"Oh." Gresham rubbed his big head with a headache, "I hate this profession."

"We suspect that he may have received some bad news in Port Yardley," Margarita hinted, "or that he may have come into contact with some people."

Gresham didn't ask how she came to that conclusion.

"I'll investigate." He bowed to Margarita again, carefully lowered his head in front of the door frame to avoid the danger of bumping his head, and then strode out of the research institute.