Everything is silent.

After three bombardments, doomsday nuclear bombs of unknown tens of thousands of tons released horrific destructive power that was invisible to the naked eye, overturning and plowing the land over and over again.

The evaporated and dried seabed of the Kuroshio Island below suddenly surged into more thick fog, like ugly scabs re-forming after a wound was torn, which was shocking to watch.

If there was a joke about "finding the Viet Cong in the picture" on this island just now, now we can only play "finding the Atlanteans in the picture" instead.

At this time, the aircraft suddenly seemed to be hit, and the deflection force penetrated the entire space, as if it was on a jumping plane!

Under the strong shaking, countless equipment and personnel rolled to the ground. Obviously, in the face of this level of wave shock, even the specially designed aircraft and trained personnel were unable to deal with it calmly.

I grabbed the armrest by the window and stepped on the seat welded to the ground to stabilize my body.

But it was this very accidental subconscious reaction that made me witness with my own eyes a huge crack suddenly burst out on the side window glass, as if something invisible was pecking at me.

What could be madly attacking the steel-framed aircraft high in the sky?

At that moment, I seemed to see a flash of red light in the thick storm clouds, but it was fleeting. But then, when I looked out the window, there were only thick black clouds gathering in the chaotic sky.

It stands in the sky, like a high wall standing in front of us, trapping everyone.

The uneasy mood continued to ferment, but I heard Kay's thoughtful murmur in my ears: "The immortal is not the dead, and even death will be annihilated in eternity..."

I thought of the bizarre and terrifying thing I had just seen through the ocean, but even greater doubts continued to come.

Because I know that the people who come here tonight...must have other motives!

"Mr. Rhodes, we must evacuate immediately! The unknown attacks are intensifying! If we delay any longer, everyone will die here!"

The door was pushed open, and little Sparrow roared at the top of his lungs, no longer allowing himself to give in at all, "It doesn't matter if you don't give the order! I will take over this place with the rights of the family, and I believe everyone will make a rational choice!

"

Mr. Rhodes's command comes from a federal mandate, but under the current situation, even I feel that staying here is like crawling into a living coffin, not to mention more uninformed aircraft staff.

When little Spyro spoke like this because he was willing to take the blame, then it was only normal that the people on the ship united against the commander and voted with their feet to choose a path with a chance of survival.

If you look at it from the perspective of little Sparrow, Rhodes' face has no special expression, and even has a hint of helplessness.

But from my position, looking in the direction behind him, it was not a smile at all, but a look of relief that the plan had hit its target.

I had seen this kind of expression on Berthold's face on the edge planet. His planning spirit that mixed rationality and madness finally inspired me and allowed me to discover some less obvious clues.

…

"Mr. Sparrow, you are a little tired. I suggest you go back to the stateroom and take a rest."

Mr. Rhodes's voice seemed to have magic power, and it sounded just in time for little Sparrow to take a breath, speaking in a weird and discordant tone.

Then I saw the anger on little Sparrow's face suddenly stop, and the flexed muscles slowly returned to their original state as they swayed stiffly. His eyes were full of doubts and puzzlements - but what was puzzling was that in his eyes, The doubts are obviously directed at myself...

"There is nothing wrong with the aircraft."

Mr. Rhodes added another sentence and encouraged little Sparrow, "Go out and use your 'prestige' to appease everyone. This is still the strongest aerial fortress built under your own supervision..."

"Okay, Mr. Rhodes..."

Little Sparrow walked out of the central control room, as if nothing had happened. Following a series of familiar yet unfamiliar orders, officials and wishes, the originally shaky ship suddenly showed the courage to cross the Cape of Good Hope once again.

"Gray, something is wrong with Rod, get ready..."

………

"Marcus, I have no choice but to do this."

Mr. Rhodes rubbed his temples tiredly, "Little Sparrow has been interfering with my command since he boarded the ship. At this critical moment, I can only use some special means to get through this crisis first. "

I said considerately: "No need to explain, Mr. Rhodes. I have no objection to what you did, and I was deeply touched after hearing it..."

In order to express my sincere feelings, I searched hard for beautiful words, for fear that he would come up and give me such a talk, and directly fool me into lameness. "There is a saying in my hometown... How do you say it... uh... listen Is it like listening to you when you speak?"

Gray reminded in a low voice: "Boss, you're wrong... What you said is the same as what you didn't say..."

I thought about it and felt something was wrong, so I immediately changed my words and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rhodes, I feel uncomfortable if I don't listen to it for a day, and I feel uncomfortable after listening to it for a day."

Mr. Rhodes: "..."

Kay couldn't stand it any longer, and finally brought the topic to the point, "Mr. Rhodes, you took all the risks and did so much, for what purpose? Is it just to blow up this island?"

At this moment, some light outside the window that ordinary eyes cannot see quietly lights up the place in the darkness.

At this time, the distant water mist spread below, making the distant ocean full of shadows, and the whole place presented a hazy illusion. Along with the arrogant and domineering style of this operation, it just served as an annotation for that sentence : If chasing you is my whole heart, then destroying you has nothing to do with you.

But Mr. Rhodes remained calm.

"It is not Kuroshio Island that I want to destroy, and the disaster has never been this island. Otherwise, your parents, and Morden, who planned this, would not regard this island as an important part of the plan. What is truly unexpected, It’s this endless stream of weird discoveries that almost every time you dig deep, you can discover the connection between this place and some unexplainable events in the world, as if..."

Mr. Rhodes paused, "It seems like this is the destination and end of all conspiracies in the world."

Seeing that we were all confused and silent, Rhodes continued: "Kay, your grandfather knew a lot, but he didn't tell you what you should have. It's because none of this should have happened... For example, the 'immortal' I met people..."

The sentence that Kaye had been pondering for a long time blurted out: "The immortal is not the dead. Even death will be annihilated in the eternal?!"

Mr. Rhodes's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he stared at Kay without saying a word. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely stiff.

"Should you explain the riddle to us?" I asked tentatively.

"There's no riddle, it's just a pure question with no answer," Rod said.

But I'm not going to end it like this: "Okay, let me ask a new question, one that has an answer."

I looked around and finally came across Mr. Rhodes.

"For example, who found the contract thief behind 'Stuart'?"

Before speaking again, Mr. Rhodes was silent for a long time, and finally pointed out the window and remained silent.

I looked out of the window and felt a sudden sense of dizziness. My eyes seemed to be through the fog, and I could distinguish some huge and incredible temples rising from the ground.

In those abandoned and blasphemous temples, not only were lonely black figures wandering blankly, but they also enshrined some faceless gods that had disappeared for a long time. Sitting in the blurry huge buildings were countless black giants.

The stone pillars rose from a damp stone slab to the heights that were equally mist-shrouded and level with my field of vision.

"You did see it."

Mr. Rhodes was not specifically targeting anyone, but I knew he was talking to me.

Because at this moment, these images in front of me have become vivid, but all this gradually gives way to a more terrifying feeling: the distance of sight, which is a feeling of being in an endless space that can neither be heard nor seen.

The complete, absolute loneliness I felt.

In the farthest place in the distance, there is a certain sound that gently slides into reality. The sound has a slight tremor like electricity, and is extremely vague, but it clearly carries the rhythm of weird music.

Even people like me who are not sensitive enough to music can hear the discrete bass descending in the harmony, with a bit of flamenco-like rhythm, which is repeated out of time.

But this voice contains an unusual and crazy quality, as if it is wrapped in the sweet poison of creeping chaos, and it is also like the curses and lies of a concubine who has lost her mind late at night, seeping out from the crumbling gap exploded by the doomsday nuclear bomb deep into the quantum realm.
Chapter completed!