Chapter 569: Profane existences, aliens mimicking humans

The communication from Feiyu Yan completely disappeared, as the Foundation displayed the process of investigating "SCP-C-2001" to the entire universe.

Herta still found it a bit hard to accept; she looked at the instrument she had used for a long time with a suspicious and scrutinizing gaze.

It seemed she was still confirming whether some electronic components had exceeded their service life, causing her instrument to have abnormalities in processing images and sounds.

After checking back and forth several times, she finally reached a conclusion she had never dared to think of before:

"Mobile Task Force-Xinwei-10, wiped out?"

No one answered her question; she was the only one here, unless she contacted other geniuses she was familiar with to discuss it.

But this was not very likely; whether it was Screwllum or Ruan Mei, their interest in the topics at hand far exceeded others, even if the comparison was the Foundation.

However, a few seconds later, Herta suddenly remembered that Bai Xuan was currently on Jarilo-VI, and took this opportunity to get closer to him to facilitate deepening their relationship in the future.

It was just that, when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to express them; she wanted to express a certain meaning just right, but couldn't be too direct.

Finally, after much racking of her brains, Herta sent two messages to Bai Xuan.

【Hey? Are you there?】

【I heard that a large-scale anomaly appeared on Jarilo-VI; I wonder what impact it has on your "Trailblazing" journey?】

Not long after, she received a reply from Bai Xuan.

【Not there.】

"..." Herta raised her eyebrows; is this your home not there?!

But before she could think of anything to vent her anger, she saw Bai Xuan's new message.

【Currently doing archaeology; there are many "Creation Engines" lying in the sand on Jarilo-VI.】

【"Creation Engine". jpg】

【Rest assured, I who possess Baal am invincible; "SCP-C-2001" naturally cannot hurt me.】

Baal... what kind of thing is this again?

However, as long as the person is fine, it's okay.

This guy didn't specifically look for her when he left yesterday.

Unlike Herta's indifferent attitude.

At this very moment, Bronya and the others in Belobog felt immense pressure.

Gepard faced the current Supreme Guardian and reported the security situation in the city.

"... Because 'SCP-343' reshaped the world, although there is panic spreading among the people, it is not the mainstream."

"The vast majority of people are still willing to believe in the Foundation, believing that they will resolve 'SCP-C-2001'."

Bronya nodded, the worry in her brows dissipating quite a bit.

"Keep an eye on the spread of 'SCP-C-2001' at all times, make contingency plans in advance, and determine how to transfer the masses if the great fog spreads to Belobog."

"Yes, Supreme Guardian!"

At the same time, above the synchronous orbit of Jarilo-VI.

Several huge starships were hovering here, their thrusters emitting a ghostly blue light, and prayers were inscribed on the magnificent hulls, with buildings as tall as cathedrals standing on them.

A small squad of Astartes was moving along the corridor toward the drop pod.

The squad leader put on his helmet while conveying Dr. Bright's order.

"This operation will likely deal with aliens, and even more likely be related to heresy."

Before he put on his helmet, one could vaguely see the five gold nails on his eyebrows.

"However, Dr. Bright specifically instructed that for this operation, try not to engage in firefights with aliens if possible."

"For humanity, for the Foundation, for the Emperor!"

The warriors behind also shouted in unison:

"For humanity, for the Foundation, for the Emperor!"

Subsequently, they entered the drop pod, preparing to enter the mountain range shrouded by the ominous fog.

Looking at these Astartes with indifferent expressions and bodies so tall they didn't look human.

The audience understood that the Foundation was starting to get serious.

Whether it was the inexplicable "Reality Restructuring," the ominous figures and text inside the site, or the aliens acting strangely.

All were indicating that there were considerable problems in this ancient site.

"Good guy, directly dispatched Astartes."

"Didn't issue an Exterminatus; Foundation, how did you become so merciful."

"Don't just think about destroying an entire planet at every turn!"

With a mechanical operation, the drop pod fell toward the surface of Jarilo-VI.

High-speed descent brought extremely intense airflow sounds, incredibly sharp; even though the drop pod had special optimizations for this and used specially made heavy cabin walls, it couldn't completely isolate it.

Unlike conventional drop pods, the Astartes' drop pods would also start thrusters after contacting the atmosphere to accelerate the landing speed.

Landing from ten thousand meters high within tens of seconds.

Even for the Protoss race, this was no different from seeking death, unless they had become energy-life Archons to withstand such an impact.

But for Astartes, this was like going out for a walk or taking a car; it was a daily occurrence.

In everyone's sight, a crimson meteor fell from the sky, straight into "SCP-C-2001."

Stirring the thick fog, sending trees and rocks flying everywhere.

After the landing was completed, the subsequent process of the drop pod started.

With a boom, the hatch was blown away by preset explosives, and five Astartes appeared before the suspected Foundation building.

"For humanity! For the Foundation! For the Emperor!"

One hand holding a bolter, the other holding a chainsword, the five big guys stepped on the land scorched by high temperature, standing in the flames and thick fog.

Beta remarked with emotion: "What a big fog."

The captain stepped toward the building in front and reported to the supreme commander of this investigation operation—Dr. Bright.

"We have reached the outer wall of the building, Command?"

Dr. Bright's voice came from the communicator.

"Except for high-threat unidentified entities, the building's location has also been restructured, and the internal space may have changed significantly, so be careful. The mission can begin."

"The increasingly thick fog outside seems to interfere with the wireless signal; the signal may become unstable."

But this communication was interfered with, and the audio was mixed with meaningless white noise, which was unsettling.

"Received, entering the building from the defect."

The captain raised his bolter and fired two shots at the wall, forcibly "finding" the defect in the wall.

Then, he held the bolter backhand and used the butt of the gun to smash open a hole that Astartes could pass through.

Such an approach left the audience speechless.

They could only remark that it was worthy of the Foundation, worthy of the Astartes.

Beta took the lead and was the first to enter the building; with the help of various devices, this dark building was as bright as day.

"Safe," he reported.

"We're in," the captain followed closely. "Maintain formation."

Like the lost Xinwei-10, the Astartes also began to split up, but their movements of searching rooms and exploring the unknown were more fluid.

Moreover, the heavy metal armor they wore, as well as the loyal bolters and equally loyal chainswords, gave a sense of security.

"This part of the building is safe; the corridor leading to the south section is filled with collapsed walls," Alpha reported.

Omega turned on the searchlight and examined the blueprints in his hand:

"According to the building blueprints we got, we are currently on the sixth basement level."

"Gather to me," the captain issued the order. **CHAPTER 571**