Abyssal Kingdom

"Gate" is a concept in the dark ancient country, representing madness, blood and ignorance.

This is a large-scale sacrifice. In the Great Dark Age, there are countless classifications and methods of sacrifice. Some countries use corpses as road signs and cross a large area of ​​land, and some will kill all their important people. The more miserable the better, in order to achieve some strong painful energy, get a sense of deeper darkness, and so on, doing crazy things.

What they want is to build a "door" that can lead to "another world".

According to modern science, an ancient civilization was a country that was once extremely powerful, but somehow fell into the depths of space.

No one knows what happened that year, it must have been something quite horrific and grand, causing mass destruction on a horrific scale.

Today, the territory of that ancient empire has become a rotting corpse under the river of reality, a ghost as big as a country, sinking under the real space.

Power users can perceive its existence to a certain extent and use some of its power.

It can also be summoned in some way by ancient mass rituals, the result of millennia of dark fanaticism at all costs in which man has come too close to its shadow of demise.

"Door" is one of them, which can open the passage to that field.

In ancient times, this kind of behavior was carried out on a national scale. It is hard to imagine the madness of those people. They believed that the ruins of the huge city in the depths of space contained the information of the real gods.

Two mercenaries led Wei An and Gui Ling through the hall.

Wei An stared at the scene. The Rambler Hotel is a place he often comes to. Everything here is expensive and elegant, but right now it has become a dark, massacre-style sacrificial site against the ancient country of humanity.

In the bushes not far away, these people made something like a big knife board, and several people chopped up the corpse.

They didn't use sharp knives, maybe they wanted to achieve a broken classic effect. A bone needs to be chopped several times, and the sound is really frightening.

The black leather jacket yelled at the skinning artist: "Caught two, live ones, I'll have fun with you!"

The other looked up at the two of them and smiled, which couldn't even be called a crazy smile.

"That's right, I'll treat you later." He said, bowing his head and continuing to process the corpse.

Wei An looked at the bloody scene of massacring civilians, but felt cold all over his body and his hands trembled a little.

Maybe it's because it's too crazy... Wei An is actually no stranger to all kinds of bloody images. He has lived in Taoyuan for so long, and when it is a bright garden here, he has never felt as clear as seeing these bloody and disgusting things. , which is closer to reality.

Everything always ends up being so real, like a curse, reduced to something bloody primal, still orderly, but downright crazy.

"Scared?" the mercenary in black leather said.

He looked at Wei An's expression, this is a person who takes pleasure from other people's vulnerability, Wei An doesn't think he has anything to show him, but that person seems to be very satisfied with what he sees in him.

"See, Mr. Wei An, we are building a 'door'." The man said to him.

He pointed in the direction of the tree door, and explained to Wei An with a considerate look.

"We need some people to put on the top of the door," he said, "this is a way mentioned in Wusen's literature back then, the oldest and traditional one, using a specific glue to fuse the skin of a living person with a tree Together, in certain poses, and half skinned, the process requires you to live, to escape—"

He went on to talk about how the stripped blood-red human body formed a door, the details were disgusting.

Many of the things he said were actually wrong, and they were based on his own fantasies after hearing the rumors, but this did not prevent him from imagining very passionately and speaking vividly.

The Wusen he mentioned is the name of an ancient country, a remote asteroid in Qingshi Province, but it is well-known in the ancient country's terrifying history, and many scary things have been spread, and many people still visit it.

In ancient times, many kingdoms were trapped in such bloody internal conflicts for thousands of years, forming all kinds of terrible events, characters and social formation methods.As you read these histories, you will be struck by how deeply human beings have been twisted to such horrific degrees by their desire to be powerful, supernatural, and godlike.

The mercenaries escorted Wei An and Gui Ling to the corpse pile.

The corpses were piled up casually. On the top was a young man, the one who died in the shootout just now. If De Xinming belonged to him, he must be from some department of the central star field, and he should have a bright future.

The black leather jacket pushed Wei An, and he almost fell on the pile of corpses. He stood firm in the blood red and said nothing.

The man didn't leave immediately, and pointed to Wei An where he would die later, how painful, with an excited expression, he probably hoped that he could understand his position better under the violence, and cried bitterly in front of him , I regret it and the like.

He also observed Gui Ling from time to time, and seemed to feel that the man's performance satisfied him.Gui Ling has lowered his head ever since he came here, and he didn't show any obvious fear, but he also didn't want to see the corpse on the tree at all.

Before he could continue to threaten, there was a comm noise in the hall.

It was the voice of the walkie-talkie, and there should be a patrolling mercenary on the opposite side, saying: "Boss, there are still people here from the anti-rebel army, and a team found that two members of Team C died in the second deputy hall!"

He was talking about the two people Wei An killed just now, and the latter turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The walkie-talkie was in the hands of the so-called "boss", who should be the top person in charge of the private sector of the terrorist operation in Tongyun Square.

It was a big man, standing by the window, his hair was shaved very short, tattoos were faintly visible on his scalp, his face was bared, his face was stern, he looked like he was in some trouble, but he had to do it, he just wanted to be quick It looks like it's resolved.

He issues instructions over the intercom.

"Attention all teams, there are people from the federal army sneaking in near the hotel, and killed the two of us in the second hall of the forest dog, step up patrols, and kill them when they come across it." He said.

After he gave the order, he said to the man with the butcher knife: "It's okay, I will catch another living person and give it to you."

"You'd better hurry up," said the other party without raising his head, "Mr. Tao is down there, he'll be here later."

The leader turned gloomy, turned around, and strode out.

Something happened on the outside, and the two mercenaries who escorted Wei An said a few more threatening words to him, and then rushed to patrol.

Wei An didn't listen to them very much, he looked at what the "boss" was standing by the window with an unkind expression on his face.

It was a group of instruments, which looked like insects connected end to end. It should be some specific combination of terminals holding ancient data, and the direction of its "head" was aligned with the square.

Five technicians were busy working around the instrument, with skillful movements and serious expressions. The programs of the ancient civilization were never just programs, but involved other complicated things.

Wei An went to see the people who processed the corpses in batches. Someone "planted" the petals of the fast-growing hell. These weak things cannot be opened, so special materials are needed for painting and processing.

He heard someone mention that the buildings around the square also had seeds that would grow at certain times.

Someone also reported that the police responsible for the security of the prayer meeting had noticed traces of these things, and some guests called to ask, but they were "temporarily suppressed by the people above."

They'll take care of everything in the next half hour.

Wei An and Gui Ling stood in front of the pile of corpses, no one cared about them.

In the eyes of these people, they are no different from corpses, and no one is specially guarding them, only the guards in the hall keep an eye on them.

The corpse of the man from the central star field was right next to it. The person who dismembered the corpse said that he was "beaten to a pulp" is not an exaggeration. His torso was bloody and bloody, which was horrible.

Mercenaries in small places would never dare to touch this kind of person, but now they are dying so badly, this force doesn't care, they have bigger things to do.

Wei An took two steps closer to the corpse. If this person came from certain upper-level departments, there would be an image capture device implanted in his body.

This is a technology from ancient civilizations, to be precise, it originated from the slave control technology of the dark ancient country before the founding of the Federation.

Of course, those things are banned now, but the federation has developed a relatively mild surveillance technology called "Eye of the Dead" based on this.

This device is connected to the eyes and has a memory chip inside. It will be implanted when entering the job. After death, you can get what you saw and heard within about a day.

As an immature biotechnology, this technology is not very useful. If the victim is not taken out within three hours after death, the stored information will start to fade, and will be eroded by the corruption of the body.

The federation will continue to use it, mainly because its technical core can control the emotions of agents to a certain extent.However, this kind of control does not conform to standard procedures, so the public statement is that the safety of the staff is very important, and any technology that helps the investigation will be used.

Not far away, a technician yelled that the data was incorrect, and one of the sticking forces was too strong, so he kept following, and the value must be stabilized quickly.

His voice was tense, and everyone in the hall looked in that direction.

Wei An groped with his fingertips, touched the broken flesh and blood on the chest of the deceased, and then found the thin metal piece near the heart.

He gently pulled it out and put it in his pocket.

He didn't think today's business would end anytime soon, but if time allowed, before it was buried in the decaying void, he might be able to see what was inside.

For a while, beside the bug-like instrument, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

"What the hell is going on?" someone said.

"I don't know," another researcher said, "The 'door' and related docking are almost complete, but one value is wrong, the viscosity is too high, and the surrounding data of the belt also fluctuates. It has been like this before, but it has not so strong..."

"Hurry up, there is less than half an hour left!"

"The stability value is increased to 300%."

"Will you leave?"

"Have you seen how much the value crossed the line? Now is not the time to think about leaving. If the space is really glued, then—"

The speaker stopped abruptly, but there was fear in his voice, and there was silence around him.Three seconds later, several technicians began to frantically process the data.

Wei An stared at it for a while, feeling very bad.

He doesn't know much about ancient civilizations, but something terrible must have happened...

There was a faint pain on the left side of the skull, Wei An cursed, fumbled out the medicine bottle from his pocket, poured it out, and swallowed it without looking.

For so many years, this has been one of the most instinctive movements of his body.

However, the auxiliary means of human science and technology are always dull and ineffective for this kind of pain. The medicine will not work immediately, and the dull pain will become sharper.

It wasn't just a simple pain, it was something in the left skull suddenly startled and twitched, the pain swept through everything, accompanied by distant and strange noises and scratching sounds——

Wei An couldn't even stand up, and knelt there on one knee, pressing his forehead.

He knew that no matter how painful it was, he would not be able to kneel, and would curl up on the ground.

It will look very embarrassing, but before this kind of pain, you can't talk about dignity.

There was still chaos by the window, and Wei An could hear it from a distance, he saw a lot of these people pretending to be playing with the power of ancient civilization and causing big troubles.

But of course, those who pay the price are only civilians or researchers, and the benefits they get are amazing.

He felt in a trance. During these short and long minutes, he seemed to be dragged down to hell and became one of the sea of ​​eternally suffering corpses in the legend of ancient civilizations, but the medicine still took effect slowly.

Wei An has been taking this experimental drug from the Science Department for many years. It brings about a forceful sedative numbness and keeps him looking normal.

And no matter how much he wanted to ignore it, at such moments a part of his will was always aware that in the deepest part of his skull, in that violent and fatal throbbing, there was something vague, horrific, and never possible to see clearly. information……

Gui Ling stood by, watching this scene.

He didn't speak much all the time. At this moment, he looked at Wei An for a few seconds and said, "An experimental subject from the Science Department?"

Wei An gritted his teeth and didn't speak. He never talked about this matter with others, and occasionally he just skipped it when he heard it.

Wei An was still a child when that incident happened.He didn't remember much of it, except that it was a "not quite compliant" project of the Science Department.

This world is obsessed with special powers to the extreme, and one of the most powerful desires is to create superhumans.

When he was a child, he must have had a desire for justice. If you have been treated unfairly, you must seek justice for yourself. ——To be precise, when he was younger, if the materials of the department he investigated were printed out on paper, they would fill a whole room.

But it's useless, that's the Ministry of Science, a part of the basic rules of ancient civilizations framed by the human world, a large witchcraft institution in the interstellar era, and the researchers are the priests of the God of Chaos.

The social system is intertwined and there are too many rules. As an important member of the government department, Wei An has his own power and family. He will be extremely strict, and there will be no betrayal here.

So he tried his best to forget about those things. If you get involved in some things, you are involved. There is no way.

Gui Ling knelt down on one knee beside him.

In the blurred vision, Wei An realized that the other party was looking at him, he raised his head unconsciously, and they looked directly into each other's eyes at close range.

In this extremely dark moment in Wei An's life, which he occasionally fell into, he felt that he saw something deep in Gui Ling's eyes.

The position of a created monster has long been nailed to death by the sword of eternity, because the long despair has deteriorated from the bone.

At the bottom of this malice and horror, there is a kind of confused disgust, not knowing why I am here, but I can't get rid of it.

His experience was too bad, too long, countless deaths, fears, and longings surrounded him, making a huge dead world buried in those eyes, in which personal wills loomed like ghosts, fused with the bloody darkness for one piece.

At this moment of looking directly at him, Wei An thought, no wonder the Ministry of Science is extremely nervous about him, not just because of power, obsession or eternity, it is a creature that sinks in the deepest part of the bloody world of human beings who are crazy about ancient civilizations, locked in the pool of madness In the end, you must make sure that the chain in your hand is tight enough, and you must never let it go, otherwise it is unimaginable what will lead to it!

But at this moment, the monster and Wei An were so close, their postures were intimate, and the voice of the conversation was as soft as if they were talking about love.

"Now, do you want to clean it up, Mr. Wei An?" said the man.

Wei An opened his lower lip, and it took him a while to make a sound.

"Wait a little longer, let me see the situation, this matter is bigger than I thought..." he said.

Gui Ling looked at him quietly, and slowly backed away a little, he looked really handsome.Wei An cut his hair, and those eyes were completely presented in front of his eyes, it was a dead wasteland...

At this moment, there was a burst of noisy words and footsteps outside.

Wei An faintly heard cursing about someone running away, followed by another person quickly reporting to work.

The sound was getting closer and soon became clear.He heard the reporter's voice and said: "This is the main gate, the effect is 70.00% complete, and the shadow petals in other places have been arranged. Now I am adjusting a data, I don't know why it is not stable—"

Wei An turned his head, and then he heard another voice.

"It's okay, it's just a piece of data, as long as it can be upgraded, it will be fine to unlock it soon." A male voice replied.

"It's just enough to keep someone from seeing too clearly, in which case it's best to let it be like a big nightmare for everyone." The person who received the debriefing added, "Hurry up and get it done, we can still make it to dinner .”

His tone was quite relaxed, and several other voices around said yes, and there were even contrived laughter.

The scene in the hall was extremely terrifying, but these voices revealed an awkward workplace atmosphere, which was the most popular type of "combination of work and entertainment".

Wei An stared in that direction, thinking to himself, he knew this voice, he was an old acquaintance.

Old foes, to be exact.