Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Arthur, this is the human name he gave himself." The Alpha woman, holding a tablet and an electronic pen, stood at the front of the room, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose - the lenses faithfully took over the spaceship that occupied the spaceship two days ago. The appearance of the Zerg leader of the 'Betrayer' was projected onto the open space surrounded by more than a dozen tables, and the other people present immediately focused their attention on this unattractive-looking human male.

"However, the video recorded in the ruins of the spacecraft should not be his real appearance. We know that the Zerg has very good mimicry ability. In addition, according to the information disclosed by Arthur himself, he should have the ability to manipulate the entire race to a certain extent. Thoughts, and the ability to 'project' one's own consciousness onto individuals of the same kind. So 90% of the dead bug may not be the Zerg leader himself, but a subordinate who sacrificed for him on a whim..."

"So he ran away?" A person sitting below listening to the lecture raised his hand and asked.

"That's right." The woman in charge of explaining pushed the glasses again, "The moment the spaceship was... destroyed, he withdrew his consciousness, leaving only an inescapable shell."

"What about the other bugs in the spaceship?"

"They should not have the ability of the Zonghuang." The woman hesitated when she said this, "This is just my current speculation. Their first death is the end of everything."

"But even if we figure out the abilities of the bugs," another person below clenched his fists and stammered, "it's none of our business. Isn't the pope's order to get rid of the thing that appeared in the sky?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people had goosebumps on their arms because they recalled the scene at that time.Although the Red Line Legion was not present on the surface, as the hidden backbone of the Holy See, they were also responsible for secretly maintaining the order of the celebration day.Therefore, many people present witnessed the scene where the 'Traitor' was easily crushed to pieces by the tentacles that fell from the sky.

A pale young man retched reflexively.

Gresham, who was sitting next to him, occupying nearly two chairs by himself, immediately hid to the side, then adjusted his sitting posture embarrassingly under the eyes of others, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay...vomit!"

Gresham couldn't dodge this time.

Unfortunately, his trousers were stained with a strange smell of acid water.

"...May I go to the bathroom?"

The woman who explained before was expressionless: "The meeting is not over yet."

Gresham took a deep breath and sat back. Amidst the apologies from the people around him, he muttered, "Thank God for blessing the celebration day. I don't want to eat any seafood with tentacles in the future."

"Sequelae." The Alpha woman raised her index finger and pushed the temples of her glasses. "Vomiting is only one of the mildest symptoms. The Pope is still in the intensive care unit. His internal bleeding did not improve until this morning."

She recalled the monster in the sky the day before yesterday after easily annihilating the enemy, then quickly shrank and disappeared, and a blasphemous thought was fleeting - the unpredictable power of the sky.

"Gresham, Margarita said she had you spy on commentator Ford Hill for his possible involvement in the unrest in Port Yalple. Have you found anything?"

The brown bear-like man was stunned, scratching his head and replied: "I basically didn't find anything wrong. He has no particularly close relatives or friends. The only cousin who is still alive is on a business trip in a small southern border town. Adopting Erica is probably a Ford Hill's most irregular behavior in recent years, but considering that the elderly single Alphas are eager to have an obedient and soft Omega daughter..."

He shrugged: "Erica is very talented, I might adopt her in that situation, it's not a big deal."

"Where are Erica's parents?"

"They are the most common type of people in the slums of Port Yarple. Uneducated, poor, narrow-minded, they don't think Omega needs to go to school at all. Ford Hill only left them a sum of money The little girl was taken away smoothly."

"So you're saying he's all right?"

Gresham hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I think so, Anne doesn't think there is anything wrong with her friend, does she?"

**

Annie woke up from her sleep.

It was still dark, and the autumn night in the capital was foggy. The moon and the stars were hidden behind the clouds, and she could only see the dim lights in the courtyard illuminating a small green flowerbed.

Erica's eager expression appeared in her dream. Omega girls are like little angels, no one can deny this.Her green eyes are clear and her long brown hair is reminiscent of a fluffy lamb or a rabbit, but she is so much smarter than these silly animals that sometimes even Annie can't keep up with her. train of thought.

Mrs. Anderson said that Erica would win another crown in the field of mathematics.Everyone would be proud of her, including Annie.

One of the things she is most grateful for is that she extended a helping hand in the class and did not miss this friendship.

The girl curled up in the quilt and closed her eyes tightly.

Erica is of course an angel...

But is the hair of the lamb beloved by the gods as pure and white as it looks?

She pondered the question until the sun came up.

The door was pushed open, and an Alpha woman with glasses walked in: "Annie."

"Good morning, Sister Yeda."

"Let me ask you about Erica." The woman said straight to the point, "Apart from her outstanding talent, do you think there is anything unusual about her?"

Annie froze for a moment: "What does it have to do with Erica?"

Yeda said: "I'm not sure yet, it's just a routine inquiry."

The information in her mind suddenly became chaotic, and one after another, ominous conjectures emerged one after another. Annie rubbed on the chair, and subconsciously lowered her head under the gaze of the other party: "I don't know."

"I don't think there's anything wrong," she whispered.

**

-chatroom-

00: 03: 25

Anonymous 1: I knew it was him!I heard!The gods are watching us all!

Anonymous 2: Don't go to bed at three o'clock, big brother, what are you talking about?

Anonymous 1: The one in the previous volcano video is the same god that appeared above Ma'anbao!You have to believe me!

Anonymous 2: ...Are you kidding me? Why do you confuse humans with monsters?Maybe it's a secret weapon developed by the Maanbao Federation.

Anonymous 1: But didn't you say before that you thought the person in that video was handsome?

Anonymous 2: ...I did say that, but aren't all the people in this anonymous group suffering from late-stage secondary illness?Of course, seeing this kind of handsome scene will feel very amazing. I like this type of game or animation very much. If it is three-dimensional, it will be fine.As for the turmoil on the Ma'anbao celebration day, there are too many strange rumors on the Internet, and I don't intend to believe a word until the official announcement is made.

Anonymous 1: ...

Anonymous 1: So you don't feel anything else?nightmare?anxiety?Arrhythmia?tinnitus?

Anonymous 2: What the hell are you talking about?Are you sleepy?

Anonymous 1: ... Tsk, what exactly is the audit doing, this kind of person is also included.

Anonymous 2: Hello!What do you mean!

-You have been kicked out of the chat room by the administrator-

A puffy man in an apartment somewhere in the capital kicked the leg of a stool angrily: "Fuck! Reasonable!"

**

Azathoth and Igor went out for a walk when the sun had not yet risen and most of the humans were still asleep.The thick fog covered their figures, and Azathoth took off his black robe for a long time, and put on a shirt and suit pants of the same style as Igor.

He is much thinner than normal humans, but his frame is not petite, so even when he props up his suit, he has a kind of unconventional beauty.Igor walked side by side with him on the sidewalk, and from time to time he had the illusion that the person standing beside him was actually a real human being.

The eyes of the young human beings swept across the casual side face of the companion, and fell on the dark hair and white jade-like earlobes hanging to the side of the other party, and blurted out a question: "What was the day before you went to that desolate star?" How did it go?"

The topic of their discussions often fell on Igor.

Azathoth likes to talk about Igor's past, present, and future.The anchor of His favored ones is anchored in this world, and the interests of the individual human beings spread out to the whole world.Igor has no doubt that Azathoth actually does not favor any corner or race in the universe. Perhaps it seems that he is a bit boastful...but the love of the gods is too obvious.

He is like a kite, if you don't fasten the string, you don't know where it will go.

There is neither past nor future.

People remember him.

People forget him.

Azathoth is a wanderer in this universe, and Igor's side is his temporary habitat.

This thought makes humans feel uneasy.

As he thought, the god was indifferent to his own affairs: "I almost forgot, and I slept most of the time."

"Instead, you contacted Marshal Gunger before. Will he tell the Federation Gaomi that you are here?"

The topic turned back to Igor, and he paused before saying: "Old Marshal Gunger was my former officer and one of my respected seniors. He has retired for a long time, if I hadn't suddenly dropped my position If he runs away, he won't have to work hard in his later years."

"So he likes you a lot?"

"Almost... I was single-handedly picked up by him. Although he is unlikely to stand up and speak to me, he will not easily make trouble. He knows my contact information, and he will definitely come to notify me if something important happens to the Federation. But on the contrary, I am afraid that the news that I am in the capital has already reached the ears of many comrades in the same party."

"Well."

"I won't let them disturb you." Igor said.

"I was just thinking." Azathoth said while thinking, "Isn't it better to do it once and for all?"

He took two quick steps and turned to face Igor, with a smile on his bloodless face, he raised his hand and straightened the tie that Igor helped him tie before going out.

The fog around him became thicker.

Igor looked at his feet, and noticed that under the light white streetlight, the shadow of Azathoth was about to move.