Chapter 610

Incidentally, they also reached a conclusion.

The Foundation in this file is not the Foundation of this universe, but rather a Foundation from a parallel universe.

Upon reaching this fact, the audience did not have much of a reaction.

After being baptized by several rounds of Foundation files, everyone had basically accepted the fact that the universe is not unique, and they are not the only ones in the multiverse.

Some even fantasized about one day being able to roam the multiverse, meet a gender-swapped version of themselves, and indulge in some narcissism.

"However, can any big shots deduce what method the Foundation has to break this deadlock?"

"Yeah, yeah, it feels like mutants are blooming everywhere, and the 'daily' world the Foundation wants to maintain no longer exists."

"What else can they do? Either, as the O5 Council members said, evacuate with the remaining pure humans... or contract their defenses, negotiate with the mutants, and rule by dividing the land."

"Ah? Doesn't that imply the Foundation has already failed at this stage?"

"Please think carefully. Not long after D-77777 became a mutant, high-ranking Foundation officials defected, and it was explicitly stated in the O5 Council that many had defected... If the Foundation doesn't quickly consolidate its power, it will only face the fate of being divided and surrounded."

"Then... are the various countries indifferent to this?"

"Not clear. Maybe they are busy recruiting mutants and forming mutant troops... Think about it: if Country A has mutant troops, then Country B must have them too."

"Got it, involution, right?"

"Sigh, looking at it, this form of apocalypse is too difficult to handle. As long as the source isn't nipped in the bud in time... it's like a burst dam; it can't be saved at all."

"I wonder how long the Foundation over there can hold on."

……

"Will the Foundation still exist?"

After ending the meeting, O5-2 asked himself this question in his heart.

He sat in his favorite chair, his hands, like an old tree, holding a precision instrument. Not far away was a special combat armor developed by the Foundation specifically to protect the O5s.

He was currently in a secret fortress built by the Foundation.

There are thirteen secret fortresses in total, distributed deep within mountain ranges, inside planets, or outside of planets.

When a situation like the current one occurs, the O5 members disperse to prevent being wiped out in one go, leaving the Foundation brain-dead.

And O5-2's fortress was located one kilometer beneath the surface of the desert.

It was protected layer by layer by reinforced concrete and various unknown metals, equipped with the Foundation's most advanced automated weapon systems and a team of elite agents.

But now, its hard shell had been breached.

Alarms sounded in the labyrinthine corridors of the circulation system.

Classified machinery distorted the internal spatial structure of the fortress, confusing and misleading any potential intruders.

If someone didn't know the way, they could walk a hundred kilometers in these corridors and never get close to the core.

It's just that...

The massive cannon muzzle was destroyed, and smoke rose from the broken, melted, and shattered steel pipes.

The bodies of agents were piled up in the corridor; even when torn apart, they did not let go of the firearms in their hands.

The massive cannon muzzle was destroyed, and smoke still rose from the broken and melted gun barrels.

What was once a laser grid defense rotated silently, sparks falling from it like tears.

A corpse made of crystal lay motionless before it.

Further away, the walls were torn and corroded.

One wall had been chewed to pieces by a swarm of fire-red moths.

Another had become shattered rock candy.

The further down, the more intense the fighting.

A plasma Tyrannosaurus Rex used its lethal body to destroy a turret.

A pile of white bones suspended in mid-air wrapped around and trapped a missile.

A puddle of cheese suddenly turned into a human shape, leaped up, and melted the wall.

A Scranton Reality Anchor leaned quietly and powerlessly against the wall.

An anchor can fix a ship in the waves, but it is powerless to stop it from sinking along with the entire world.

……

"Astral Express," observation car.

After confirming that the next destination of the train was the Xianzhou, the crew began their final preparations.

Calling it preparation was just finding a seat to sit down, waiting for Himeko to set the route, and Pom-Pom to adjust the train's parameters.

During this final period before departure, everyone cast their gaze toward the giant light screen outside the carriage.

Looking at the scene full of mess and the dead everywhere, March 7th couldn't bear to look away.

The young girl had never seen such a cruel battlefield.

Come to think of it, the casualties at the "Herta" Space Station were the most tragic she had seen since she woke up.

Himeko held her coffee and sighed.

"When both sides of a conflict are convinced that they are righteous and both represent the future of civilization."

"No matter the situation, they will likely fight to the last person, sacrificing themselves for their cause."

……

The alarm was ear-piercing.

Only a few of O5-2's personal bodyguards remained in the room, along with O5-2 in his combat armor.

Agent Palanez: "Control."

Agent Figueroa: "Contain."

O5-2: "Protect."

Boom!

In front of the attackers, the walls beneath the reinforced concrete and the spacious passageways were not fundamentally different.

"Follow behind us, sir!"

Agent Palanez quickly deployed a force field, blocking the acetylene flame column at the last critical moment.

But this was only the prelude to the attack.

Following closely behind was a mutant with brass arms growing on both sides, followed by 25 misshapen monsters.

Roaring.

Howling.

They launched a charge.

Agent Figueroa stepped forward, waving her hand to fire an energy pulse, blowing away all the non-human entities charging in, while simultaneously pulling the trigger.

In an instant, a laser pierced through the chest of a two-headed man.

The mutant beside it had veins bulging all over its body, weaving into a sharp drill, wielding chunks of the wall as a shield.

Another mutant was flowing with magma, attempting to burn the agent to death with lava.

A mutant grew several mouths on its face and neck, screaming at Agent Figueroa.

She dodged more lava and threw the vein-monster into the path of a destructive sonic attack, tearing it into pieces.

As long as they held on...

But Palanez did not hold on.

Palanez felt a stinging sensation on his arm, followed by a tremor throughout his body.

He discovered in horror that his hair was growing longer and longer, filling his clothes, squeezing his body, and suffocating him.

And even more helplessly, he felt his nose hair, ear hair, and beard growing wildly, making it impossible for him to breathe.

When Palanez suffocated to death, the device on his body executed its final command.

The shell shattered, and a certain unknown technological achievement erupted with powerful gravity.

Gathering the agent's corpse, the mutant's fragments, the living mutants, and the debris of the building into mid-air.

Accompanied by a high-frequency hum, a blinding blue light erupted, annihilating everyone captured by the gravity.

Not even atoms remained.

And on the other side.

O5-2, an elderly man who had witnessed a very long history of humanity.

Like an old knight, he raised the Foundation's most advanced weapon and charged toward the bizarre "humans."

For an ordinary person.

The armor O5-2 wore was naturally extremely intimidating. ===== CHAPTER 612 =====