Chapter 252

As the guns poked out of the cabin and aimed forward, Robert first felt the wind, carrying the foul smell of burning and the breath of decay, and then he saw a piece of gloomy and dark fog.

"Grass (a plant)!" he said.

They were still more than ten kilometers away from the scheduled landing site at this time. This distance was nothing in normal times, but now, it might cost them all their lives.

But the helicopter couldn't risk crashing and hitting the mountain to force them in.

This was not worrying about the sky falling; the thick fog in front of the helicopter was clearly abnormal.

It was like an ocean perpendicular to the earth, hanging down from the gloomy clouds, and then stretching out boundlessly to both sides.

"I fucking fuck, which idiot site director triggered this series of events?" The agent opposite Robert completely let himself go and cursed loudly.

If it weren't for these broken things, he would have been on annual leave, teasing little girls on the beach, reading "The Shorter Logic" in the study, fishing for tuna at sea, or hunting seals at the pole.

But now, everything was ruined.

He even thought he couldn't come back alive.

"Calm down, buddy, too much anger will make your shooting accuracy drop."

Another agent held his gun steadily, his eyebrows slightly frowned behind his tactical goggles.

In the thick fog, shadows seemed to be moving.

So, the agent shouted at the gray fog again: "I love you! Baby!"

The voice fell, "bang, bang, bang—".

The agents opened fire at the huge shadow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

The rocket pods mounted on both sides of the helicopter also spat fire.

The thick fog first boiled like water, countless filamentous tentacles formed one after another, baring fangs and brandishing claws, and then were forced back by the exploding rockets.

The shadows in the thick fog disappeared, not knowing if they were really far away, or hiding, setting a trap.

"The words of the ancestors are really true, all fear comes from insufficient firepower. As long as there are enough star-annihilating ships, no matter how terrifying the anomaly is, it's not a thing."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will order Zhao Zena to destroy 200% of the star-annihilating fleet?"

"Listening to this agent's meaning, the end of the world stems from a site? Doesn't that mean that as long as the Foundation's site has a problem, it may drag the entire civilization to be buried with it? I dare not think about it. If the current Foundation has a problem, will it drag the entire universe to be buried with it?"

"Don't worry, you and I are both individuals after the restart. The original you and I have already turned into dust in a world-destroying disaster."

Joel suspected he had been involved in an invisible war.

Or during the time he was hiding, World War III broke out.

Dark red bloodstains were everywhere.

Broken bricks, rotten wires, glass shards, charred building boards... useful and useless things were scattered all over the ground.

The houses that symbolized "home," "warmth," and "belonging" also cracked a lot.

The only strange place was that there were no corpses.

Whether outdoors or indoors, Joel didn't find any traces of corpses.

This was very abnormal.

Even scavenging beasts would leave hair and bones.

Natural decay would leave large areas of liquid and corrosion traces.

This abnormality made him terrified in the process of collecting food, water, fuel, and daily necessities.

For fear that if he wasn't careful, his corpse would evaporate out of thin air.

He just lived by collecting supplies for a period of time.

How long this time was, Joel couldn't give an accurate number, it might be a few months, it might be a few years.

—He burned the calendar.

Just a few weeks ago, on a day when the clouds were rolling, Joel was forced to go out to collect supplies.

He was cold and hungry, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he was forced to go out with courage.

In the fog, he couldn't see his fingers.

Joel could only half-squat, making marks while slowly groping forward.

This was not the worst.

What was worse.

When he just walked to the middle of the road, there was no village in front and no shop behind, and subtle movements suddenly sounded around him.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

In the thick fog, something was squirming, and it was a large group.

Joel didn't delay at all, followed the marks, immediately ran toward the direction of home, and locked himself in the underground shelter.

In the darkness, he recalled everything that had just happened in fear.

Those things should be humanoid, and they had shells like metal.

After he came out, he ushered in the abnormality of the celestial phenomenon.

A round sun hung at the top of the firmament, motionless, for more than a whole week.

When Joel realized it wasn't that he was crazy, but that the world was crazy.

He almost went crazy.

Nothing makes people crazier than the sun being wrong.

And nothing makes people more confused than losing the sense of time.

"Ha, what's the use of keeping you..."

Joel threw the calendar into the oven.

The dying flame licked the white paper excessively, the red and yellow passion wrapped it, the black traces invaded from the outside to the inside, spreading and burning wantonly.

The old era, the old calendar, turned into ashes in the firelight.

The time of order abandoned the survivors of the old days.

The survivors of the old days embraced the era of chaos.

As if responding, there were more and more anomalies.

Sometimes, small things would crawl in the rubble, and Joel would avoid them.

Once, something shaped like a woodlouse but as big as a cat crawled over, looked at Joel, and shouted "Stop!" at him.

He was terrified, immediately locked himself underground, and hid for several days..

Things like airships floated in the sky from time to time.

They had small insect feet on the underside, and the whole looked like maggots, but their whole bodies were covered with eyes.

When they landed, they would eat everything around them, whether it was house debris, trees, or even soil, but most of the time they stayed in the sky.

Time passed like this.

Until one day, Joel went out to scavenge supplies again, and he found a dying person in the ruins.

He had wounds all over his body, dressed like a SWAT team member on TV, but the combat uniform had been torn to pieces, and the symbols on it could not be seen.

Joel dragged him back, of course not as reserve food.

Although Joel didn't know who the dying person was, the audience was very familiar with him.

"Isn't this our dear Agent Robert? Why is he so bad after not seeing him for a while?"

"Sigh, why is the Foundation's home planet full of weird existences? I have to sigh that they can develop and grow smoothly, it's really not simple."

"Declare, the person is a doctor of biology, the species appearing in the Foundation's footage have not been recorded, and they look very dangerous. If found, please escape in time."

"Just kidding, I ate three big bowls of this kind of thing when I was a kid."

"God-man! Really a god-man!"

"I think those are all anomalies, but none of them have appeared."

Sleeping for who knows how long, Robert finally woke up, and he felt his body.

—His body didn't listen to him, his muscles were twitching with pain, and there were wounds caused by monsters. Moving a little bit, the sharp pain went straight to the top of his head.

I'm still alive, I'm still alive... Who saved me...

After "sleeping" for a while, Robert opened his eyes.

It's a strange ceiling...

The creaking sound of the floor came from outside the room, and he looked over with his peripheral vision.