In the laboratory, under the huge and strict branch control center, countless steel branches spread out like leaves and branches, covering the sky of the laboratory and dividing the pale light into irregular shapes.
Only wisps of sharp light pierced through the opened armature and landed in the air, as if they were swords that could cut the entire world into pieces.
Below the budding metal seed, the Grandmaster bathed in the faint light and asked without turning his head, "They're gone."
"Yes."
The purser in the protective suit nodded, "As always, his ability to act is outstanding. It really makes us old people feel a little ashamed … But, is it really okay to not tell him at all?"
The Grandmaster was silent.
After a long time, for some reason, he suddenly laughed.
"There's no point in telling him," the Grandmaster said, "He … is too young."
So young that it was scary, but at the same time, it was also worrying.
Eighteen years old, an age where one could achieve great things, would be treated with courtesy and respect anywhere.
But he should not come to Hell.
Youth was the most fatal weakness in Hell. Just from what the Grandmaster had seen, too many people had been defeated by Hell. No matter how amazing the talent and how strong the will was, in the end, they could not bear the burden in the face of tragic reality and the truth.
Too much, too much.
Rather than telling him and letting him empathize with the sorrow of the destruction, it was better to know nothing from the beginning.
The purser could not help but shake his head, "It's rare to see you being so gentle to others."
"Am I?"
The Grandmaster's smile became mocking, not knowing whether he was mocking others or himself, "For people like him, perhaps not telling him anything is crueler."
The purser did not answer.
"You should leave here," the Grandmaster said. "Everyone, retreat to the outer laboratory. Raise the alert level to the highest, and let the wolf dogs in place —"
"Is it necessary?"
"Perhaps."
The Grandmaster shrugged slightly and stepped forward, looking up at the huge metal seed in front of him. His eyes behind the shield became blurry.
"Who knows."
He whispered softly, reached out, and pulled the last valve.
In the roar, blazing electric current fell from the sky, flowing among the countless complicated machines, initiating the final activation.
This was one of the facts that the purser had not told Huai Shi.
With a Great Grandmaster taking the lead, a mere deciphering would not stop at the outermost layer at all. They had already penetrated deep into the core — not only the outermost layer's structure, but even the core of the black box was about to be completely exposed in front of everyone.
From the sub-control center of the Twilight Village, the super-large energy conversion device suddenly shook, and the countless armor leaves and pivots on the cube began to tremble crazily.
The Great Grandmaster raised his hand and took off the protective suit, revealing a grayish-black iron-colored arm. His left hand, which seemed to be made of metal, stretched out with five fingers.
He pressed it on the giant cube.
Tell it, no, order it.
"Wake up!"
A roar erupted at that moment, and countless complicated hubs and components proliferated from the expanding metal hub. It was as if a waterfall had suddenly burst forth and soared into the sky.
Dozens of rapidly expanding and growing giant mechanical creations overlapped densely in one place, extending chaotically from the metal seed, tearing apart the innermost layer of the laboratory, and protruding outward with irresistible force, until they broke through the thickest armor and completely penetrated out of the room.
In the huge shadow cast by the iron crystal, they spasmed crazily like living creatures and suddenly stagnated.
The core laboratory had been covered by countless mechanical components that spewed out.
The sub-control center was splitting, disintegrating, and expanding.
It was like opening a box in a cartoon, and the messy clothes, passports, underwear, ties, cameras, and cats that were accidentally stuffed inside all sprayed out together.
It covered almost every inch of space.
Inch by inch, the steel bloomed like flowers, revealing the exquisite ideas and indescribable skills of the past in front of the people who came thousands of years later.
And … blood.
The crazy screeching of the metal came to an abrupt end, because a sharper, more disturbing, and trembling wail burst out from the core.
Accompanied by the blood, it gushed out.
The crimson tide roared, and the high-pitched wail and roar almost became solid, scratching everyone's eardrums, forming an invisible edge, and wildly piercing in all directions.
In the wail, countless twisted limbs struggled in the gushing blood, and the broken and twisted figures crawled out, wriggling, but quickly disintegrated, returning to the stinky blood.
Until the blood covered everything.
In the waist-deep crimson, the great grandmaster pulled the metal beside him, resisting the pull of countless limbs, and stepped forward.
"Ah, ah ah ah ah!!!!"
"It's so dark here, so dark, something is eating me …"
"It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault!!!"
"Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip …"
"Stop, I beg you, please stop …"
It was a language that they had never heard before, but at this moment, when it reverberated in their ears, it turned into a real whisper. It penetrated the despair that had passed through millions of years into the skull of each person and soaked into each terrified soul.
"So annoying! Shut up! "
The great grandmaster roared, his voice like thunder. His iron-colored arm swept, and in an instant, the last layer of obstruction was torn apart, completely piercing into the deepest part of the sub-control center.
Five fingers clenched tightly.
At that moment, all the wails disappeared completely.
Along with the boiling blood, they quickly evaporated, turning into mist, and quickly thinning, finally disappearing into the air like an illusion.
Only bloody palm prints, twisted faces, and crimson marks of broken limbs remained on the ground, the glass, and the ceiling.
When the last layer of steel was peeled off, a faint cry spread out.
"What … is that?"
After the transparent steel, the technical director subconsciously leaned closer to the glass, in disbelief.
In the great grandmaster's hand, it was a small swaddling cloth.
In the broken cloth, the fetus made of metal curled up, spasming uneasily, as if it was the first time it came into contact with air, and cried loudly.
It was clearly a creation made of countless steel, gears, and reeds, but it was crying like a baby.
The great grandmaster lowered his head and stared at the metal fetus in his hand, whose belly button was still connected to a cable, expressionless.
There was no compassion, no fear.
He just quietly observed.
Its movements gradually stiffened, spasmed, and could not move. Finally, the right eye carved from a gem fell from its eye socket.
In the darkness behind the hole, a twisted crystal grew.
"Why …"
In the mouth that opened with difficulty, the baby choked and asked a question from thousands of years ago, "Sun Maker … why, why didn't you save me …"
The voice gradually dissipated, fading along with the wails.
Only the sharp crystal quickly pierced out of the body, and drops of black blood flowed out of the wound and fell to the ground.
"Wait a little longer."
The great grandmaster whispered, "Soon, you won't have to suffer anymore."
Unprecedented gentleness gradually appeared on his cold face.
He raised his finger and snapped the baby's neck.
Crack.
The last sobs dissipated into the air.
It was dead.
The moment the baby died, the huge sub-control center quickly flashed with layers of rock color, and then it weathered and shattered, turning into dust.
With the collapse of the sub-control center, the ruins where the oil refinery was once located shook violently, and violent tremors spread in all directions.
The ferocious eyes at the top of the Central Tower seemed to dim a little.
Under the great grandmaster's command, the sub-control center was completely closed.
It was not opened, but closed.
The energy supply of the Twilight Village was cut off today.
The great grandmaster stared at the collapse in front of him expressionlessly. When the final collapse was over, the last remaining outline appeared in the rapidly dissipating yellow sand.
The great grandmaster was stunned for a moment, which was rare.
It was as if it was difficult to understand what was left in front of him.
After a long, long time, his expression gradually became complicated.
"So, that's how it is …"
.
.
When the forest hut woke up from the nightmare again, he did not know how much time had passed.
He struggled to get up from the bed, with a splitting headache, and could not remember what had happened.
He only remembered that after waking up, he cried as if he was five years old. He curled up in bed and could not speak. Someone beat him violently, pulled him up and sent him to the infirmary. The doctor prescribed him medicine, perhaps hypnosis and some psychological treatment. Then he took the medicine and drank water, and returned to the room in a daze.
When he opened his eyes again, he finally regained consciousness.
"You look a little better."
At the door of the room, Yuan Yuan, who was reading a book on the sofa, raised her eyes with a solemn expression, "You were terrible just now, I almost thought you were going to die."
"Fortunately, I'm still alive …"
Lin Shijiu raised his head bitterly and rubbed his chin, "It's just a little pain in my neck … Is this the side effect of the medicine?"
"At that time, you bit everyone you saw, like a madman. When you rushed at me, I didn't stop." Yuan Yuan answered truthfully, "In fact, I accidentally broke your neck at that time, and it was reconnected later. You should be careful when you move."
"What the hell?" Lin Shijiu exclaimed and touched his neck subconsciously.
"It's just a joke, no."
Yuan Yuan shrugged, "I just wanted to make it easier for you."
"…"
Lin Shijiu was speechless.
He could not stand Yuan Yuan's joke, because he did not know whether it was true or not.
After a long silence, Lin Shijiu suddenly remembered, "Where is the teacher? Where did he go? "
"He left about six hours ago. Before he left, he came to see you. You were sleeping soundly at that time, so he did not wake …"
"You can't go!!!"
The sharp voice in the forest interrupted Yuan Yuan's words, and she froze in place.
"No, I have to find him, I have to do it immediately …"
Lin Shijiu was overwhelmed by sudden fear, "Don't go … Don't go! He can't go there … "
"There, there …"
He recalled the scene in the nightmare, and froze in place, "There … is death everywhere …"
It was as if darkness had returned.
In the suffocating drowsiness, he waded alone among the bones and blood.
As if hearing his breathing, in the midst of death, pairs of lifeless eyes looked back.
"Please save me …"
A hoarse whisper sounded in his ears again.
In the blood that was about to drown him, countless hands grabbed his legs, wailed, screamed, and prayed to him, "Please, stay …"
At that moment, the forest hut finally realized the nature of hell.
He understood the hell that only appeared in his great-grandfather's nightmares.
He staggered back and fell on the bed, murmuring hoarsely.
"This place is … hopeless."
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