In the depths of the universe, on one side is the Earth, on one side is the ruins of a huge and vast complex of buildings, on one side is the Moon and the irregular polyhedral ship group that envelops it, and on one side is the most small space joint experimental fleet in terms of volume and mass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The four of them are constantly revolving around the sun and are also rotating at their own speeds. The war seemed to freeze in a matter of seconds, as if a little spark could ignite the barrel of explosives, but in this brief period of time, the sparks did not burst out immediately. In the next second, the gray mist overflowed from the ruins, and the demons, who had not yet formed but could already observe their erratic shape, came into the universe.

Observing from a grander perspective, the Space Joint Experimental Fleet is in a situation where it cannot advance or retreat, this is not a strategic mistake, but the enemy's plan is more adequate than what the United Nations can do, even if the Three Immortals Island has the power comparable to the repeater, even if Gao Chuan can let the entire fleet quickly plunder, but under the limited resources, he cannot take the lead in starting the battle - for him, for the Three Immortals Island, and even for the entire Space Joint Experimental Fleet, there is a fatal weakness, that is, They have fewer opportunities than their enemies and can use their powers less often than their enemies.

Gao Chuan is not a god, Sanxian Island is not a repeater, and the cosmic joint experimental fleet is also very different from the abnormal things around it in terms of mystery. This all-round flaw cannot be compensated for by strategy alone. Gao Chuan always knew that he needed a signal, but as the waiting time lengthened, every second made people's hearts almost stop beating, and the signal he needed never appeared.

As long as the signal does not appear, all of his own attacks are just a death struggle, and Gao Chuan, who knows this, can only watch as the gray mist spreads into the cosmic space outside the ruins. If the signal doesn't appear, then waiting is as cruel as a probation, but if you just burst out with all your power, and try to aim a little to attack to the death, it will definitely not end well. Takakawa believes that everyone in this fleet is not afraid of death, but at the cost of death, they do not do what they planned to do, but everyone is unwilling.

"We're the only ones left here...... a voice said in the internal communication network, and the person who said this must be anxious as he sees the enemy strengthening every second, stepping into the orbit of his plan every second.

But even so, you can't act rashly.

The weapons that can be used have been tested several times, and no matter what kind of attack it is, it has entered a state that can be activated immediately, and even then, it is still not possible to act rashly.

The air pressure in the Combined Space Experiment Fleet is suffocatingly low than ever.

"And the earth...... It is impossible for the United Nations not to have foreseen that we have prophets. Another voice suddenly said, "If anyone can interfere in the current situation, it must be on Earth and has already acted." ”

"The trajectory of the moon has changed again." Another voice said, "It moves at this rate, and it will enter the atmosphere in twenty minutes." ”

This announcement made almost everyone's face change.

"Are the Nazis going to hit the earth with the moon? What a bunch of maniacs. He said in a dry voice.

"These Nazis are much more powerful than they are on Earth. In fact, according to my opinion, the best way to destroy the human world is, of course, a violent meteorite-like impact. If the entire moon and fleet are smashed down, there will be an extinction catastrophe on the earth. But it is incredible that the Nazis did not let the moon fall in the first place, nor did they drop these warships directly on Earth. Assuming that it can't be done because of some constraints, what is going on today? As soon as we go to heaven, they can act recklessly? ”

"Reproofreading, there are fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds left before the moon enters the Earth's atmosphere. Three Immortals, we must be ready to attack. Another voice calmly suggested to me.

"You should know that if we put a lot of effort into the Nazi fleet, we will be powerless against the moon." Takakawa replied.

"But we can't just do nothing and just watch."

“…… We're out of the woods, and the grey fog has enveloped us. At another sound alert, more and more warning boxes popped up on Takakawa's retina screen.

"We need the Earth to send a signal!" Finally, someone once again emphasized, "Even if the United Nations cannot use the normal way, it will certainly be able to exchange it for an opportunity in other ways." ”

"But they haven't done anything. What are they doing? The voice asked.

However, it's not like people on Earth are doing nothing. On the outskirts of Las Vegas, USA, the war with Area 51 as the core has not yet stopped, and even if the space front has been opened in the Space Joint Experimental Fleet, the Nazis, who should have been restrained to a certain extent, have not stopped throwing more troops into all fronts on the earth. Since the end of World War II, the Nazis hiding on the moon have made more reserves, and even more efficiently increasing the number of personnel, than the United Nations had anticipated. An endless stream of anomalous soldiers, countless irregular polyhedra, a handful of airships with a technological advantage over the United Nations, and strategic maneuvers in the macro situation have successfully suppressed the Earth and the cosmic battlefield.

As many in the know feared, the Nazis were not absolutely without allies - on the contrary, as a more radical doomsday promoter than the Truth of the Doomsday Religion, it did things that neither the Marjones nor the New Genesis Gospel could replace. In a sense, the Nazis were no longer a purely evil force, but a symbol of the end of the world, and for the other two giants of the original Doomsday Shinrikyo religion, its existence and behavior, as well as the weather vane it represented, had a positive effect on their respective plans.

In order to deepen this driving effect, a girl wearing a gorgeous waistcoat and a gothic skirt and holding an umbrella passes through the battlefield where artillery roars and strange phenomena are frequent in a realm that no one can realize. The outline of the Fifty-One's base on the surface was reflected in her eyes, her gaze through the physical appearance, through the illusion of energy, through the barriers erected by the human mind, and at the vast outline that had been seen many times before, hidden in the collective subconscious of humanity.

The Goth Maiden walks both in the material state and in the consciousness state. She had gone too deep and too far, and yet her position was so treacherous and vast, that she was in it like a man in a tropical jungle, difficult for a second person to detect.

Area 51, like London, continues to focus on the Repeater, keeping an eye on the war between the United Nations and the Nazis from a variety of angles that current science cannot explain, and alert for any anomalies that may threaten. With the power of the repeater, their gaze can spread to the whole world, and even to the universe and human consciousness, to gather information about what is currently happening. However, human beings have inherent limits in their physiological qualities, ability to understand, way of thinking, perspective on the world, outlook on life, values and worldview, and methodology for understanding and transforming the world.

As a result, they were unable to penetrate the obstacles set up by the enemy and contact the troubled Combined Space Experiment Fleet, but could only gaze at them - a gaze so eager, full of uneasiness and expectation, with the strongest emotions under the pressure of human existence. However, due to their overly focused observations, their field of vision narrowed, and they did not notice the malice approaching them in the first place.

Repeaters may be a panacea, but the people who use them are full of flaws, and that's where Area 51 is most vulnerable. Even if the repeater were to lock off the entire core of Area 51, leaving only a base full of traps in the material world, it would not be safe. Many people subconsciously ignore this, perhaps because they are lucky, or because they lack the imagination of the mysterious, and lack the ability to think extensively about the information they already have.

In any case, while they were alert, the ominous figure was already standing outside the gates of the base, on the edge of the repeater silhouette deep in the collective human subconscious.

It was the enemy, and when they realized this, the soldiers who tried to fight back had already gnawed off their upper bodies by the sudden big mouths, and all the soldiers who were within a certain range and sensed the enemy's invasion were bitten to death by these big mouths that suddenly appeared in front of them. This strange mouth, like a ghost, roamed in the blood-filled space, and the internal organs, stumps, and blood scattered around it turned into a black liquid within a few breaths, as if driven by some consciousness, along a different route, to converge somewhere in the base.

The base in the physical world erupted in a shrill siren in the second second, and the red police lights cast a bloody shadow on the otherwise bright base.

"Where are the invaders?" The person responsible yelled at the monitors.

"Here, here...... to, there are ...... everywhere" The surveillance personnel seemed stunned. On the display screen in front of him, there should have been images from different corners, some on Earth, some in the universe, and some in the collective human subconscious, but at this moment, these images were all replaced by the silhouette of a petite girl—no one could see her directly from the picture, but it was vaguely clear that she was wearing a gorgeous gothic dress, and she had a natural, calm and haughty gaze that seemed to be patrolling her territory.

"Yes, yes...... It's a witch, a witch vv! I didn't know what I was talking about, but the people who were greatly stimulated in the darkness cried out in fear, "Witch, witch is coming!" The fear that came from their hearts brought with them some information that they didn't want to know, and that they had never had the opportunity to touch even a second before, and yet, when they looked at the goth girl, they naturally knew what she was—something that still had a human sense, but not a human concept in the common sense sense—and yes, many preferred to call her "something" rather than "someone."

The horror of being so different from common sense that it can even change one's self-concept is flowing into their brains along with these people's cognitions, making them scream in despair. To those who still have their sanity, these people who are inexplicably affected are as hysterical as madmen.

However, not all members of Area 51 are unaware of the significance of the name "Witch VV" as a force with repeaters.

"Why is she here?" The person responsible couldn't help but show an incredulous expression, but quickly reacted, pushing away the people around him who were holding their heads and screaming hysterically. He knew very well that these crazy people were hopeless, no, it should be said that in this state of emergency, they could not be expected to have a chance to be treated, and all the survivors, including him, had more important work to complete than to treat them.

Whatever the reason for the witch VV to come here - even if the answer seems obvious - she must be stopped.

And if you want to stop the "thing" of witch VV, you must use the maximum power you can mobilize in the shortest time, even if this power is difficult to control for Area 51, like a double-edged sword.

"Open all SCP containment pods below this level!" He turned to the communication device that was still working, and gave the order to shake the entire Fifty-One District.

"What, what?" There was an incredulous response from the other side of the contact.

"Are you deaf or stupid? I say release all SCPs below this level! The person responsible shouted, "Immediately! Right away! Otherwise, wait for the court-martials to shoot you! ”

"Yes, yes, please reconfirm your identity." Some of the intimidated respondents subconsciously follow the process to confirm.

The person in charge inserts the document that has been taken out long ago into the card reader.

"Yes, yes, sir, your identity and authority have been confirmed." The person on the other side was a little nervous, but it made the person responsible impatient, he was one of the people here who knew best how dangerous the enemy was, and he really wanted to skip this confirmation process if he could.

"Open the quarantine chamber immediately. Hear me clearly, it's below this level, SCP isolation chamber! The person in charge said heavily, and after the other party confirmed, he suddenly took out his pistol, pointed at the frantic soldier who was rushing towards him behind him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! (To be continued.) )