Chapter 792

A sentence that appeared in the file name and was repeatedly mentioned by many viewers finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

And, it appeared at the end of the suicide note.

Such a short sentence immediately made many viewers who didn't know much about the file fall into a brief trance.

They seemed to see an agent holding a death wish, trying every possible way in a desperate situation to leave this letter, passing valuable intelligence to those who came later, and then generously going to his death.

Before everyone's eyes, some illusory and hazy images flashed more or less.

For many viewers with low tear thresholds, the light and shadow before their eyes had already begun to distort and blur, and only after a while did they slowly pick up tissues to wipe.

And whether it was the forum or the screen, it had already been flooded.

"Salute to those who are about to die!"

"Those who are about to die salute you! Salute to those who are about to die!"

"The dead salute those who are about to die!"

"'Those who are about to die'... so that's the meaning." Bronya whispered.

She looked calmly at the text on the screen, but her silver eyes kept blinking, revealing the ripples in the heart of the Supreme Guardian.

Dying, sacrificing, resisting... she had witnessed and experienced too much of these.

In the era when the "Cold Wave" raged, Belobog, this ancient ship sailing on the glacier, could capsize at any time and become a civilization that perished silently in the galaxy.

Such examples were not few.

In these nearly a thousand years, countless "those who are about to die" guarded civilization as it sailed toward the next sunrise after sunset.

They might hold the position of Supreme Guardian, might be an ordinary Silvermane Guard, or might work in the mining area for a lifetime.

Countless "those who are about to die" lifted the Foundation through the budding stage of civilization, making it grow into one of the hegemons that could not be ignored in the multiverse.

As for the future of Jarilo-VI, Bronya was very much looking forward to it.

"Salute to those who are about to die!"

Of course, people's focus cannot be exactly the same.

While saluting those who are about to die, some people also paid attention to the mission that was impossible for D-14134.

"It's very moving... but a mission that even agents couldn't complete, handed to a D-class personnel, is this a bit...?"

"It's precisely because it's a mission that agents couldn't complete, and it was completed by a D-class personnel, that it became one of the valuable files, right? If the agents had smoothly completed the investigation and successfully contained 1983, then this file wouldn't have any value to watch, right?"

"The logic is that logic; there are twists and turns to have a story, and it's precisely because of the contrast that D-14134's greatness is highlighted, but how to put it... literature likes mountains, not plains!"

Finished reading.

Through the document left by Agent Barclay, D-14134 had a rough understanding of what he was facing.

A farmhouse with no way out, chaotic space, and no rules;

Black humanoid entities lurking in the shadows, taking hearts;

And...

The inexplicable power that makes black humanoid entities born from hearts.

These three anomalies are interrelated, existing in some kind of unexplored relationship.

But this doesn't mean D-14134 can study everything here thoroughly before taking action; those theoretically existing mysteries were not for a D-class personnel destined to die to consider.

There are two choices before him:

One is to resist slightly, so that when death comes, he can lie to himself that he "has done enough";

Two is to try to find that damn nest and welcome the end of life in a grand way.

Originally, his heart was full of finishing this damn mission quickly, then returning to the site to continue muddling along until he died in some experiment or some exploration.

However, after the option of living was completely removed, all thoughts for survival and muddling along turned in the opposite direction.

Because of this, D-14134 took a deep breath, carefully folded the agent's report, and kept it in the pocket close to his heart.

This report is a guide for moving forward and a source of courage.

Afterward, he stood up, walked slowly to the remains of the agents, and straightened his D-class personnel uniform.

"Please rest in peace; I have received the intelligence you wanted to pass on."

"Stay away from light sources to avoid being discovered by those creatures, but also be careful of traps in the shadows... the heart nest is the only possible chance."

"Although I don't think I can reach the nest, and even if I reach it, I won't be able to destroy that thing smoothly..."

"After all, I haven't received systematic training, and I've never learned how to deal with anomalies; I'm just a D-class personnel, I hope you won't be disappointed."

"However, I will try, before I am killed by that group of monsters, there will always be some chances."

"From a personal perspective, I'm also quite curious about what those terrifying monsters that wiped out a group of Foundation elites are."

"Morituritesalutant"

Saying this, D-14134 crouched down and began to scavenge for usable supplies on the agents—food, ammunition, infrared cameras, etc.

It's just that when he was about to move the agent's pistol away, his movement paused slightly.

The left chest area of the agent's uniform was full of dark red, and there was a circular hole in the fabric that was stiff after the blood dried.

Clearly, this is what Agent Barclay said:

"Ensure they won't use my heart to create another monster."