The prop that Rose uses to watch the video is a small TV wonder with a hardcore style.

The back area of it is entangled with copper wires, and on the front is a screen, which is synchronized by a mechanical fax machine to play back the strange images captured by the advance investigation team.

At this moment, there was a strong electric current "zizi" sound inside.

Rose held it and watched as the transparent female team member vanished, replaced by a pair of hollow eyes, a cracked mouth, and black mud dripping down.

A pair of claws of black clay suddenly poured out of the screen, grabbing straight at Rose Madeleine, who was in a sluggish state.

In the air of the room, an eerie overlapping sound sounded.

"Hunting requires patience and even more bait. ”

"It's a pity that you haven't been able to break the 'curse of knowledge', and I hope this decoy trip will be helpful to you, respected disciple of the Observer. ”

The black clay man's voice was cold and unsoothing, but there seemed to be a hint of respect in his words.

But it was clear that that respect was from Rose's teacher, the ancient observer of eternal neutrality.

And Rose has not yet broken the curse of knowledge and become a great polymato, making her immune-free from contamination from the Black Clay People.

The surging malice froze Rose's body and soul.

In the next second, an extremely weird picture was born:

Rose's body was gripped by a pair of black clay claws, and in the flickering light, she was dragged into the hardcore curiosity.

......

Some of the outer seas far from the Confederacy mainland, "Friday Island" in the area at the end of the Lost Islands.

On the island, which has been shrouded in a "radiant film" that bursts with light, a huge ship is docked offshore, shaking slightly with the waves.

Explorer!

It's only been here for a day or two, but when you look at it, you can see that the giant ship that has carried out many survey missions has undergone incomprehensible changes. It came to rest on the surface of the sea, and seemed extremely lonely, and there was not a single sound to be heard except the sound of the waves, as if it were a ship...... Empty?

But at this moment, on the deck at the very front of the giant ship, the void rippled.

In the flickering light, two figures appeared at the same time.

Rose Madeleine, still in an inexplicably sluggish state, and behind her, the squirming, twisting black mud asexual who came out.

In its hollow, dark eyes, there was a picture of an entire giant ship.

From sailors to captains, to agents from the "Sixth Contact Society", they all have varying degrees of alienation, taking on the characteristics of various sea creatures such as octopuses, crabs, shrimps, and kelp, and the degree of alienation has deepened over time.

"Huh"

When the Black Clay Asexual Spit out this taunting voice, the "Alien Agents" on the giant ship seemed to receive the same command, their eyes lit up with a dark blue light, and they immediately came towards the deck with their hands and feet like rioting zombies.

The first to arrive was a sailor in a blue and white uniform, his handsome and tall body was ruined, half of his body was covered with barnacles and the like, and his head had become a slimy octopus head, and its tentacles with spotted suckers were rattling and shaking.

As he ran, he swelled and blew his clothes apart, muttering angrily from under his tentacles:

"You foul-smelling black mud dare to snatch our prey?"

If Rose was awake at this time, she would have been surprised by the picture in front of her.

She was kidnapped by the Black Clay Man, but the various symbols on Friday Island clearly belonged to another mysterious and powerful force in the infinite mystery that she had been tracking.

The anger that erupted when the two first met showed that the Black Clay Man and the "Great Race of the Witstons" who caused the alienation of the Great Wheel were hostile?

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, it stopped with the "malicious storm" spat out by the black mud asexual man.

The invisible wind that erupted from the cracked, black-threaded mouth seemed to have some kind of freezing effect on any life, not only on the body, but also on the soul.

"Click...... Bang!"

"Crunch, crunch. ”

When the unlucky octopus sailor is frozen and falls to the ground and shatters, turning into a puddle of sewage.

Around the deck, there were already standing figures.

Agents from the Sixth Contact Society appeared in a different way in front of Rose.

Among them, a middle-aged man who was apparently the highest person in charge, a senior agent who had been alienated as a "shark man", walked out.

The mouth full of sharp teeth spat out the same voice as the octopus sailor before, only this time with more restraint.

If there is a transcendent person with extremely keen perception here, you can still hear a trace of imperceptible fear in his voice.

"The ...... of the Origin Protoss Servant...... You rob us of our prey...... What do you want?"

As the shark-man spoke, a distinct symbol was formed in the center of his eyebrows with a sneering sound.

It was a triangular charm with a jewel-like eyeball inside.

Tracked down by Rose for a long time without moving, one of the members of the great race of Witztonians "The Engineer".

"We're going to make a deal. ”

The voice of the black mud asexual man was still overlapping and cold.

But unlike the one that took place in the "Dark Dimension", it was clearly not the first time that the Black Clay People had dealt with the Great Race of Witston, and after answering the Alienated Shark People, it made an interesting addition.

The black mud mouth cracked again, and the viscous and cold sludge flowed, and there seemed to be a hint of ridicule in the overlapping sounds.

"You rats have set their sights on the disciples of the 'Ancient Observer', do you want to take her place and secretly infiltrate the Origin Star?"

"Let's guess, it's not going to be you as an engineer who is responsible for parasitism, you don't have enough talent to fool the observer, so who will parasitize...... Is it the lurker who likes to delve into the depths of the soul of intelligent life, peep into secrets and record them?"

"Shut up, your bad breath is getting worse. ”

The revelation of the Black Clay Asexual is interrupted by the engineer who is attached to the shark's body.

It didn't seem to care, and even rarely fluctuated more obviously, although its voice was still cold and overlapping, but there was a hint of regret and provocation in its sentence: "It's a pity that this time it's you, the boring engineer, that we prefer your other member, the 'Messenger'." ”

"The Courier is more trustworthy than you boring creatures who focus on plundering, and she's adorable. ”

In the face of those divine creatures and weak gods in the dark dimension, they are all black mud asexuals with a high-looking posture, but they rarely show an equal posture towards the "engineer".

The conversation between the two is extremely informative.

At least the Origin Slave and the great race of the Waitstonians, or rather the existence behind the Witstonians, knew each other and had dealt with each other more than once.

After being taunted several times, the Engineer finally ran out of patience, and it didn't seem to think about snatching "Rose Madeleine" by force, and the Engineer's Eye with the shark's head burst out with a faint blue light, containing a hoarse voice with strong mutation pollution, and the next moment it sounded on the deck.

"Say...... What is the deal?"

The black mud asexual who had been waiting for a long time did not delay in silence, and the overlapping voice immediately said: "At a certain time in the future, you will cooperate with our instructions to deliver a sufficiently powerful test subject to the origin star. ”

As soon as he spoke, the Black Clay Man looked around at the giant ship and even the entire "Friday Island", and continued to say coldly: "The test subjects with the highest number cannot be these extraordinary garbage that are about to collapse. ”

"At the end of the launch, she's yours. ”

The Black Clay Sexless Man finished speaking, but the engineer didn't immediately agree.

The blue and faint engineer's eyes stared at the wriggling black mud, without emotional fluctuations, but the aura of alienation became more and more intense, and he whispered, "You guys...... What do you want to do?"

Facing the engineer who had regained his senses, the mouth of the black mud asexual slowly cracked again, and cold malice poured out from the cracks, and the overlapping voices that made people tremble in the soul continued to sound on the deck.

"We're just going on a hunt, no different from the billions of hunts we've done over the long years. ”

"There are no camps involved, and there are no major events. ”

"Although we are slaves like you Witztons...... But in essence we are different, your lord...... You are so stupid that you will only plunder, collect, destroy, and there is no difference between those savage lives, we are different, we are the true Eternal Guardians. ”

Although the Black Clay Asexual Men retracted their insult to the "master" behind the great race of the Witstonians in time, the subsequent taunts still made the Engineer almost go berserk.

Behind him, an orderly "experimental space" with dozens of terrifying shadows seemed to be about to break free and descend on this sea area, and the random shadows in that space seemed to have the level of the devouring beast that made Tang Qi feel extremely tricky at the beginning.