"According to divination, as well as a number of 'secret items' held by the Federation...... The discovery on the Star of Hope is related to Target One! ”

On the helicopter, Baird quickly took over a classified document.

"Your job is to make sure the researchers are safe and bring the findings back intact."

A man in black said solemnly, "The Federation will have a team of Extraordinary Beings at your disposal. ”

"I see."

Baird took a deep breath and signaled that he was completely clear.

Although I am not optimistic about the act of divination, since it is a task, it must be completed.

……

At the same time, on the Star of Hope.

Shana, a female diver, knocks on the door of Scholar Harlan with a plate of sandwiches and coffee on it.

Ever since he got his hands on the photographs and tablets, the scholar has been immersed in research, locking himself in his room for a day and a night, which is really worrying.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, but there was no response from Harlan.

"This ...... Something went wrong. ”

Xana didn't care about anything, let go of her inspiration, and leaned behind the door.

The next second.

She felt a terrible darkness, with a sense of historical time, surging in, making her whole body tremble.

"Someone!"

Her shrill voice cut through the silence.

Moments later, several seafarers came over and used fire axes to split Harlan's bedroom door.

Bang!

The bedroom door was smashed open, and a breath of blood rushed through the nose.

"Not good."

The seamen, armed with shotguns, entered the room vigilantly.

They saw a pool of dark red blood on the ground, and they saw Scholar Harlan sitting in a chair with a revolver in his mouth.

The walls behind him were covered with red, white, and black smudges.

"Vomit!"

When several crew members saw this, they immediately turned their heads, clutched their throats and retched.

Harlan ...... Committed suicide? No way! ”

Xana was the first to disbelieve that Harun, the Extraordinary One, the scholar with lofty ideals and goals, would commit suicide.

'Unless...... Manipulated? But who can manipulate him...... Could it be ......'

Almost subconsciously, Xana doubted the previous gains.

The ancient ruins hold terrible secrets and perhaps alarming pollution, making it more likely for explorers to encounter paranormal events.

However, as mature explorers, Harlan scholars should have taken precautions against this kind of thing.

"Don't mess around, everyone, stay on the scene."

Xana took a deep breath and stepped forward, seeing the desk in front of Harlan.

Scattered photographs were piled up on the desk, rows of drafts had been deciphered, and this was the result of Harlan's research in a short period of time.

Although she knew it was full of danger, Xana couldn't help but glance at it.

On the white paper, there were several lines of messy text.

- 'Darkness...... Creator...... ...... the Destruction of the World'

- 'Zerg...... Sea Monkey ......'

- 'Haha...... Originally from the noble, wise, and world-dominated human beings...... In ancient times the truth turned out to be ......'

The top two lines should be translated words, and below are Harlan's recorded feelings.

Xana felt that Harlan must have discovered some terrible secret, which caused his mind to be violently shocked, unable to control himself, and the influence of pollution, which made him choose to end his life by himself.

"Ancient truths...... What does this have to do with the current situation? ”

She felt that she was only one step away from the truth, but she could not touch it.

"Is it because the truth is so cruel that even Harlan doesn't want to write it?"

The corners of Shana's eyes were slightly red.

At this moment, several figures emerged from the shadows.

It's the Federation's Extraordinaire Squad.

"What's going on?"

When the team leader saw this scene, he immediately frowned: "Scholar Harun...... Committed suicide? ”

Outside, the propellers of the helicopter vibrated and figures slid down.

Baird walked into the cabin, and when he saw this scene, his face sank like water.

"You're late."

Xana sighed.

"By order of the Federation, I can do whatever I think is good for the Federation...... Ms. Xana Besta! Please cooperate with us. ”

Baird looked at the scene, the corner of his eye twitching.

He felt that since he became an errand runner in the strategy room, what he had done had not gone well.

"Please tell me the details."

Baird said to Xana, "And all the discoveries, please leave them to me for safekeeping." ”

"Of course."

Xana pointed out the door: "Let's go to the restaurant and talk." ”

One of the Extraordinary was standing directly beside Baird, while the rest were surveying the site and even preparing to arrange the psychic ritual.

Even if it's a dead man, there are many ways to get him to speak!

……

Restaurant.

Baird held the teacup, a little incredulous:

"So...... The Harem scholar committed suicide because he couldn't bear the truth because he had declassified some historical documents? ”

He felt that this should not be the truth.

At least, there is no historical document that has anything to do with Turing Alsace.

"That clay tablet, along with the photograph, must be properly sealed." After thinking about it, Baird said solemnly.

"Of course this ......"

Xana hung her head, her face full of sadness.

"Mr. Colonel, the results are in."

At this time, the captain of the Extraordinaire Team walked over with an ugly expression: "We can't channel Mr. Harlan's soul as if it has completely dissipated, it's very abnormal......"

"Clues...... Is it broken again? ”

Baird looked at Xana, "The Federation needs you. ”

"Huh...... Now not only the literature, but also the people have to be forcibly recruited? Xana sneered a few times, but didn't refute.

After all, the Harlan Scholars also wanted to contribute to the Commonwealth during their lifetimes.

"How much do you know about the 'Ancient Sulu Mythology'?"

Baird suddenly asked a question.

"This is a very partial historical hypothesis, put forward by unknown scholars, summarized by Mr. Harlan, who believes that in ancient times there was a splendid mythological civilization...... As for why it's called 'Ancient Sulu Era', I don't know ......."

Xana replied, "And this clay tablet is also a relic from the ancient Sulu era. ”

Baird nodded: "It seems...... We need a lot of archaeologists and historians, huh...... And the kind that is particularly unpopular. ”

……

"Oh? Dug up? ”

City of Posero.

In the midst of the devastation, one by one the Void Demon Spirits appeared, forming a legion.

On the ground, there are broken robots, occasionally with electric sparks flashing in their eyes, and then quickly dimming.

Sulu was high on the throne and suddenly looked in the direction of the ocean.

That clay tablet is not a 'historical text,' but a forgery from Him.

However, the above information may indeed become 'real'!