Hearing Vaughn's words, several of Mohawk's companions also turned their heads to look over.

Originally, he didn't care about it, but his pupils were also dilated instantly.

The angel sculpture that was supposed to be inside the device stood next to it.

And there was nothing unusual about the device, the lid was still well covered.

The sculptural hands are no longer in the position of the eyes, but are stretched out, as if to grasp something forward.

The wings are half open, giving people the feeling that they are about to spread their wings and fly.

The distorted face carved from the gray-brown stone seems to be smiling, and the mouth is open, giving people a tingling sensation on the scalp.

"What's going on!!" A chill also rose in Mohawk's heart, and his scalp suddenly tingled, and he subconsciously raised his weapon and aimed his gun at the strange angel sculpture.

Every starry adventurer knows something about the terrible.

They are an abomination of eternity, possessed by all sorts of strange abilities

At this time, the lights flickered, and endless darkness spread from the corners.

When the lights were completely dimmed, Vaughn and the others also fell into a brief darkness, and the electronic eye implanted in the eye socket produced a blurry ghost due to the switch between light and dark.

The figure of the angel sculpture disappeared from their field of vision.

When the lights came on and everything around them was back to light, Vaughn and the others' vision stabilized again, and they could see everything in front of them clearly.

The angel sculpture had moved forward a long distance, getting closer and closer to Vaughn and the others.

No matter how stupid they are, Vaughn and the others also realized that something was wrong.

The sculptures inside the expensive equipment are not very broken.

Most likely, it was some kind of seal with terrifying powers.

"Get the captain and Hymond over at once." Vaughn shouted, "This thing should be a seal, and if we can get it back, we might be able to make a lot of money." ”

Adventurers are out-and-out madmen, thugs who are greedy to the extreme.

When Vaughn saw the strange angel sculpture, his first thought was not to run away, the farther away the better, but to make a fortune with this thing.

Don't ask him whether money is important or life, if his life is gone, he may have a next life, he can't earn money in this life, and he is unwilling to die.

If this angel sculpture is really a seal, maybe they really make a lot of money.

The Galactic Empire has a clear rule that private collections of seals are not allowed.

However, the price of seals in the black market has always been high, and many wealthy people and organizations covet the power of seals, wanting to obtain those ancient seals that contain mysterious powers, and even some guys want to use seals to survive.

Technology can only maintain the vitality of the body, and the decay of the soul is the most difficult part of life.

Many people do not want to practice hard or abstain, but only want to prolong their lives in an easy way.

As long as the proper method is mastered, the seal is controllable, and the risk of using it to continue life is far lower than that of colluding with subspace creatures, and it is far easier than penance and abstinence.

"There's something wrong with this thing, close the hatch first, or when it comes out, maybe there will be a mess." Mohawk flipped the switch next to him, and the heavy cargo door slowly closed with the sound of mechanical gears turning.

At this time, the lights also dimmed again, and endless darkness enveloped them.

Vaughn, Mohawk and the others immediately put their hands on the trigger of their weapons and looked around the darkness, trying their best to recover their electronic prosthetic eyes from the blurry ghost state and see everything in the darkness around them.

Their hearts also sank to the bottom all of a sudden, according to the logic of normal horror movies, this should be the rhythm of accidents.

There was no sound in the darkness, only the sound of their rapid heartbeats and the subtle sound of gears and machinery in the electronic prosthetic eyes.

The tormenting tens of seconds passed quickly, the lights flickered on, and the cargo door was intact.

Everyone is there, no one is missing.

There were no surprises.

Vaughn and Mohawk looked at each other, then smiled, and they were really startled, and they were all scared.

"We're here to keep watch and wait for Hymond and the captain to come."

If you dare to form an adventurous team, you must have some means.

There are many evil and abominable things in the universe.

Without any strength, a ghost who is good at seduction can wipe out all the people on this ship.

Draco had a stockpile of powerful weapons on his adventure ship.

There are several weapons that should have been banned, such as spiritual obliteration and atomic-level annihilation.

Even if a subspace creature eats a hair, it has to go around.

In addition, both Korver and Hymond have the power of subspace in their hands, and are able to expel those subspace creatures.

As long as it doesn't encounter those powerful and unsolvable weird creatures, the Cowboy West can get out safely.

The crowd relaxed, talking about what they were going to do with the strange thing when Captain and Hemond came over, and how much it was worth.

Mohawk also breathed a sigh of relief, he felt something strange behind him, and subconsciously turned around, and what he saw made his eyes instantly dilute.

He let out a piercing and terrifying scream uncontrollably.

The twisted angel with its mouth open was standing behind him.

When he turned around, he met the other person's eyes, and the other person's hand was also on his shoulder.

The last scene Mohawk saw was a seek-seeing smile on the statue's face.

One last thought came to his mind, what the damn sculpture was laughing at, and then his mind came to a complete standstill.

His body began to sand from where it touched the other, and spread rapidly, contorting into a new angel at an extremely fast speed.

Several people who turned their heads when they heard the screams saw a scalp-tingling scene.

Vaughn and the others relied on their fighting instincts to raise their guns and shoot at the first time, without even the slightest hesitation.

Plasma balls and pulsed beams of light pierced through the two angel sculptures in an instant.

The sand on the body of the sculpture is splashed, and in some places it melts due to the heat, and when it cools, it turns into glass, and then cracks.

The two angel sculptures were destroyed by Vaughn and the others without any way to fight back, turning them into splinters all over the place.

"Stop." Draco, who arrived in a hurry, asked Vaughn and the others, who were in a panic, to cease fire.

They recovered from their extreme panic and removed their hands from the trigger.

"What happened?" Hemond and the others hurried to the ground, seeing debris and lasers everywhere, a pitch-black pit created by the plasma gun, and iron juice still remaining in many places.

"The sculpture came alive and killed Mohawk." Vaughn said with a hint of trembling in his tone, "It was obviously inside, but as soon as the lights went out, it came out and stood behind Mohawk, turning him into a sculpture as well." ”

Hearing Vaughn's words, Drake opened the metal door of the cargo hold, led a few men with weapons and walked quickly to the device, pushing it open, and there was nothing inside, only the booklet was still inside.

He reached for the booklet, and just as he tried to check it, the lights flickered again, and everything around him fell into darkness.

A scream rang out, and the highly nervous crew opened fire in panic.

Ruby-like beams of light made a screeching sound in the air.

Seven or eight people screamed at the same time, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh and blood permeated.

Those who panicked did not shoot any enemy, but their own.

"Damn, you guys stop." Draco yelled, "You're shooting indiscriminately and you're only going to hurt your own people, turn on the lights, quick." ”

In this day and age, very few people still carry lighting equipment.

Most people have an electronic prosthetic eye.

This mechatronic eye supports a variety of microwave vision, allowing it to see even in the dark, and can see clearly in the dark without the need for lighting.

There will be no installation on the guns, because once the lights are turned on, they will undoubtedly make themselves the target of public criticism and be killed by concentrated fire.

A few of the normally cautious crew members hurriedly took out their lights, and before they could activate them, the lights came back on.

The statue of the angel, which was originally broken to pieces, has been restored.

The number has also changed from two to four.

Seven or eight others fell to the ground, clutching their wounds and screaming.

"It's all broken, why did it recover all at once?"

Vaughn's face was filled with fear.

There is no longer the urge to sell this ghost thing for money, and this angel sculpture is most likely the legendary Unsolvable level.

It's a blessing that they can survive.

"It's like every time they get into the dark, they move." A crew member next to him said.

Draco caught the words, and instantly judged that they must have relied on the darkness to move, otherwise why the lights flickered every time.

He said to the crew members who had brought out the lighting: "You are lighting these sculptures with your lighting. ”

Several crew members did as Draco had instructed, and took lighting equipment to illuminate the angelic sculptures.

When the lights were turned off, the lights were still shining on the sculptures, and they stood there motionless.

Until the lights came on, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"It turns out that as long as they don't get into the dark, they can't kill." Drake looked at Hymond, "Can you banish them?" Throw three into subspace, leaving one to be locked up on that device. ”

"I'll try."

Hemond unleashed his power, tearing a hole in the feet of the three sculptures and throwing them into subspace.

The whole process went exceptionally smoothly.

Three sculptures were banished to subspace, and the last sculpture was put back into the device.

When the lights dimmed again, Draco told everyone to turn off the lights.

By the time the lights came on, nothing had happened.

The fear of the crowd slowly dissipated, and they became relaxed again, and for a while they talked and laughed again.

Although a few companions died, what adventure did not die?

Don't come out and mix if you're afraid of death.

The only thing they can do for those who survive is to hand over the money of their deceased companions to the families designated at the time of registration.

This money cannot be greedily pursued.

Once the word spreads, if someone is greedy for the money of their dead companions, they will not only be blacklisted, but also spurned, and even the team will fall apart.

After all, everyone came out for money.

Even the Empire has an exemption that allows registered adventurers to give their lives to their partners, parents, and children to improve their lives.

Of course, if the amount is huge, it will also be heavily taxed.

It is common for dead people to venture into this field.

Before taking to the stars, everyone was mentally prepared.

If you die, you will be sad for a few days, and you don't have to work anymore, just cry every day.

I thought everything had been settled, but when everyone exited the cargo hold, they were horrified to find that seven or eight sculptures were already standing outside.

All of them were hideous-looking and had their mouths wide open.

This scene made Drake and the others suddenly feel cold and swishing out.

"Why are there so many sculptures all at once!!" Draco couldn't be calm at this time.

"Captain." The voice of the deputy and technician - Isola came from the communication, "These ghosts can run out of the video, I just used the surveillance to check the situation on your side, and they came out of the screen, and killed a few people, we ran away, you guys be careful." ”

Hearing the voice in the communicator, Drake directly wanted to scold his mother in his heart, "This universe is still not scientific!" What about the conservation of all things? ”

"What is in this universe is scientific." Hemond didn't forget to complain at this time.

The lights dimmed, then came back on a few seconds later, and the angel sculptures moved a large section towards them.

What frightened them even more was that the three angel sculptures that had just been banished to the subspace had returned to their previous positions, as if they had never been banished.

This scene made everyone present look desperate.

"Don't worry, shine on them with lights." Draco yelled, "As long as we don't panic, they won't be able to help us." ”

Hearing this, the crew calmed down a little.

But they soon discovered that it was not the light that restricted the movement of these things, but their own gaze.

Just take their eyes off and those angel sculptures will come to life.

When this pattern was discovered, they also fell into a collapse.

The number of angels has become too numerous and too scattered to be seen.

They move like ghosts, and every time the lights go dark, or people blink, they take on a hideous expression and rush to the crew, transforming them into their own kind.

After successive attrition and an increasing number of angels, the situation is completely out of control.

The crew had a psychological breakdown, stopped listening to Draco, turned and fled.

Angel sculptures began to wreak havoc inside the ship.

Drake and Hermond fled back to the control room with Vaughan and a few other trusted crew members, while Isola and the two crew members hid there.

Seeing the culprit who caused the situation to spiral out of control, Draco had no intention of asking for the blame.

Those angel sculptures are so weird that who would have thought that they would turn into entities from the video and enter the real universe.

This thing doesn't make sense.

"Sit down in your place and get ready for the ship to start accelerating." Drakra opened and shut, and the heavy hatch slowly closed.

"What are you going to do?" Hemond was also frightened, and his tone was full of horror.

Those angel sculptures are terrifying.

No matter what means they used, they could not kill them completely, but only made them more and more numerous.

"Just do it." Draco didn't explain that much, he just sat in his place and activated the ship's systems.

The crew could only do what he ordered.

When the ship's engines warmed up, Drak directly disarmed the gravity in an unguarded situation, opened all the sealed hatches, and then lifted the shield.

At the same time, he pulled down the accelerator lever, causing the ship to accelerate violently in the void, so that the sculpture that was not thrown out by the air pressure was also thrown out of the void due to the acceleration inertia.

Without the gravitational field released by the gravity device to counteract the overpressure caused by the acceleration, everyone was crushed to their seats.

This state lasted for several minutes, leaving the surviving crew members bleeding from their noses and mouths, and at one point thinking they would be squashed.

"Let's go back, we can't stay in this hellish place any longer." Draco lifted the overpressure and reactivated the gravity field before standing up from his position, looking around at the surviving crew, each one of them embarrassed, "Get away from them now." ”

There was a hint of admiration on Hemmond's face, and there was a reason why Draco could become the captain.

In such a situation, you can find a chance to live.

The Cowboy West flies into the void, where it will leap into subspace at its designated location.

It was only then that Draco remembered that the pamphlet he had taken was still in his pocket, so he took it out and flipped through it.

[Published by the Special Affairs Association of the Human Alliance]

[Non-Standard Containment Object, Designation: 773214, Codename: Weeping Angel]

[Warning: Do not close your eyes when Containment Number 773214 appears, Containment Number 773214 is a quantum lock organism that collapses into sculptures when observed, and when not observed, they are active, looking at it as much as possible. But remember, you need to use an amnestic every three minutes. 】

[Warning: Do not write down the appearance of Containment 773214 in any form, as those who bear angelic things will eventually become angels.] Whether it's memories, pictures, videos, new angels will be born]

[Warning: Containment 773214 is capable of withstanding any form of attack, and will recover instantly if the attacker is no longer interested.] 】

[Warning: Don't attempt to escape in front of Containment 773214, no matter how fast you are, they can use quantum states to catch up, research has shown that they can also travel through subspace.] 】

[Warning: Containment 773214 has a mental effect and slightly affects the performance of the fate line. Escorts must always remember that Containment 773214 is inescapable, extremely dangerous, and must not seek help. If the escort has the idea that the 773214 containment object is not dangerous and can escape with the help of its power, please seek help in time. No matter what the crisis, humanity should trust itself, not the shelter. 】

[Containment Procedure 1: Having two or more angels look at each other will allow them to remain in a quantum collapse state permanently.] 】

[Containment Procedure 2: Use temporal weapons to imprison them forever in the past]

[Containment Procedure 3: Sealed with inert materials that can hinder quantum states, down to the atomic level.] 】

【. 】

The booklet was also mixed with a note of paper in very sloppy handwriting, and it was evident that the writer had written in a hurry in an extremely dangerous situation.

"Latecomers, when you see this note, it means that you have caught this. Don't think it's your treasure, it's just a complete scourge. We did everything we could to win the war, and we kept the only remaining mother in a containment coffin. This device is specially made, and all the atoms are precisely arranged together to stop the quantum state of the Weeping Angel. Our base was originally located on a hidden planet in the Big Dipper, but it was attacked by the Aether dragons, and we were ordered to escort this dangerous object to the Nephilim Zone, but on the way we were attacked by a group of traitors mainly from the Hermitage who wanted the Society's containment. ”

"The fleet in charge of the escort has been destroyed, and I have chosen to overload the subspace engines, throwing us into the frenzied aetheric currents within the galaxy, and the ship will disintegrate in an instant when it leaves the subspace, and I will die with me. I have left this note so that future generations may know that the traitors of the Hermitage have betrayed our human civilization. Second, to warn you, the Weeping Angel is extremely dangerous, don't let it escape. The Weeping Angel is the oldest creature in the universe, and even our best efforts cannot destroy the last of its mothers. Weeping angels can give birth to many offspring, and the offspring are easy to deal with, and can be solved or trapped by means such as mirrors, looking at each other, etc. When only the last weeping angel is left in reality, it becomes the mother. Most of the ways to deal with the offspring are not to deal with the mother, and the mother can only be sealed, not destroyed, even if it is a conceptual erasure. If you really want money, send it to Nephilim, and if the Human Alliance government is still running, they will pay you well enough. ”

The contents of the manual and the note made Draco's face pale with chagrin and remorse.

Obviously a veteran who has been traveling in the void all year round, why would he make such a low-level mistake!!

"It's not your fault, Captain. It's this thing that is influencing us, it's far away from the protection of the God Emperor, it's affecting our lifeline, let's move in the direction of releasing it, letting it go free. Hymond's face turned pale, and only now did he feel like a manipulated puppet, "You really should build a church, at least we won't be fooled to this point by the power of the other party." ”

Every psionic person intuitively felt the power of the God Emperor.

He influences every aspect of the Galactic Empire.

The invisible shelter connects every subject of the Empire, keeping the innocent from the influence of the abomination.

The Imperial Expeditionary Force built churches and brought state priests not only for evangelism, but also to channel the power of the Emperor to protect them.

From the attack on the Cowboy West and being forced to jump out of subspace, to the discovery of the signal and the salvage of the sarcophagus, the crew wanted to open the coffin and inspect it like they had a fever, and there was not even a single voice of opposition.

Looking back at everything they have experienced now, they will feel that it is all too natural, so natural that it is weird, as if they were being guided to do so.

How could it be attacked by such a coincidence!!

How could he leave the subspace in this place and come to this ghost place where the nearest star system is a few light years away, and happened to find the containment left by the Human Alliance.

The seasoned sailors all seem to have no brains and ask to open a containment that has not been tested for safety.

It all adds up to a coincidence!!

Drack's face was terrified by Hemond's words, and he turned his head to look at Hemond little by little, stiff as a puppet, "If we are affected from beginning to end, then wouldn't it be our escape back to the borders of the Empire." ”

As soon as these words came out, Hemond's eyes widened.

"They're using us, let's take them to crowded places."

The two of them, realizing that the situation was wrong, turned around sharply, and found that the angel sculpture that should have been thrown out of the spaceship was already standing behind them.

Some of them cover their eyes, while others have hideous faces.

With screams, the expedition ship Cowboy West fell completely silent.

There was no human breathing in the huge spaceship, except for one cold sculpture after another that covered their eyes.

Flickering lights flickered through the sprawling warehouses, illuminating their faces in uncertain light.

Ships drift through subspace, heading for the borders of the Galactic Empire.

Eventually, subspace jumped out of a sentinel galaxy called Cape Town.

After jumping out of subspace, the Cowboy West did not move, it floated silently in the void, just constantly sending out signals.

A few days later, another expedition ship spotted the Cowboy West, which had no Q&A and no movement.

"Are we going to get rich??" The captain of the expedition ship looked excited, "Let's go over and have a look, maybe we can make a lot of money." ”

Betelgeuse Galaxy.

The bustling city of Chaodu is a real city that never sleeps.

Brilliant neon lights light up half the sky.

People enjoy a peaceful life under the protection of the Emperor of the Gods, noisy for couples, for families, for trivial matters of work, or for some reason to hug sweetly and kiss passionately.

These ordinary and ordinary people think that these things are all there is to the world.

I don't feel calm at all, and there are such undercurrents hidden under ordinary life.

The evil creatures and traitors who hide in the darkness are ready to destroy the lives of ordinary people at any time, dragging them into the abyss to please the so-called gods.

Dark, unlit, only foul-smelling sewage and excrement in the alley.

A man is clutching his wounds, staggering and running away.

If you look closer, you'll see that his entire body is in tatters.

It was covered with pitch-black wounds from the laser gun's burns.

As he ran, he looked back with a frightened look on his face, as if something was chasing him.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

The man coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood, embarrassed.

He struggled forward, eventually turning the corner and escaping into an abandoned factory.

The factory has been abandoned due to urban development, and the energy supply has been cut off, and it is pitch black.

Normally, no one comes here.

The man gasped and walked to a corner, where he hid some of the things he had stored.

As he removed the clutter, a dark silver box appeared in front of him.

When the box is opened, the internal light also turns on automatically, illuminating the contents of the box.

Three precious military nanotherapeutic agents.

It is said to be a top-notch good thing for the expeditionary force, but it cannot be found in the civilian population.

He also spent a lot of money to get it from the black market.

The man took out a nano-healing potion, stabbed it into his body, and injected the liquid into his body.

A tingling sensation came from the needle, suppressing his injury.

The nanomolecules complete the initial treatment within a few hours, but deeper treatment requires a visit to the hospital.

The agent will only stop bleeding and promote cell growth and division, and will not restore the wound to its original state.

If you don't receive professional treatment, the cells will continue to multiply and become sarcoma or something.

The man injected with the nanopotion was much better, at least not in so much pain, and he sat on the dusty ground wheezing, regaining what little strength he had left.

"These puppet emperor's eagle dogs." He cursed angrily, "I guess the other players are dead, and now I'm the only one left." But with this, I'm sure I'll be able to turn over. ”

The man took out a living creature that resembled an umbilical cord from his bosom, still wriggling, and his face could not hide a maniacal smile.

This is the reward of an SSS-level game, the umbilical cord of the young god, which can give mortal life a trace of divinity.

It was that game that exposed the remaining players to the Empire's Eagle Dogs, leaving them besieged.

Under the siege of the empire, hundreds of players died tragically, and the man relied on enough props and luck to escape, but only narrowly died.

"As long as I can obtain divinity and be promoted to a higher level, I will be able to obtain the power of self-preservation, and when the time comes, I will leave Betelgeuse and go to other galaxies where the jurisdiction of other empires is not strong, I will definitely be able to rise, and I will definitely be able to ascend to God."

"This universe, if you don't become a god, you will end up being an ant, I must become a god, I must be above all living beings. At that time, labor and management will kill all the minions of the puppet emperor, and even the damned puppet emperor will be killed. ”

The more men talk, the more crazy they become, and the more fierce their killing intent becomes.

He understands that only by mastering the supreme power can today's crisis be averted.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and swallowed the wriggling umbilical cord whole.

Eerie whispers and chaotic screams exploded in the man's mind.

Some strange hallucinations also flashed through his mind quickly.

Endless shattered time and space, huge tentacles stretching in all directions, and a pair of giant eyes full of endless wisdom embedded in bloated flesh and blood.

Countless ugly-looking creatures assembled from broken limbs can be seen everywhere, calling one after another, biting and devouring each other, revealing a desire to drag everything into this realm.

Countless absurd and true secrets poured into his mind, making the man cry and laugh at the same time.

The intense irritation made his eyes, nose, ears, mouth all bleed.

But a powerful force also grew from within him.

Rifts have appeared in the surrounding plane.

The creeping darkness whispered in fear.

Countless pieces of knowledge drilled into his head, causing him to scream in pain.

The body is slowly changing, too.

Even in this pain, the smile on the man's face grew more and more crazy, as he glimpsed the possibility of becoming the eternal immortal god.

"To become a god, I want to become a god."

"Why is your soul so selfish? Kneel down to those hypocritical gods, only for yourself to have power over your fellow citizens?? ”

A cold, indifferent voice echoed through the dark factory.

The man looked in the direction from which the voice had come from, fear on his face.

A figure shrouded in pitch-black armor walked towards the man step by step.

The cloak fluttered as he walked, and a closer look revealed that the surface of the cloak was engraved with countless forbidden runes.

The sword in his hand was in a cold silence, and when it was activated, the arc of electricity covered the cold sword body with runes carved like a dancing elf.

"The puppet emperor's minions." Even after eating that forbidden thing, the man was still so frightened that he retreated again and again.

"I prefer you to call me another name, Dante."

The comer raised his sword, and the leaping arc reflected the handsome face and white hair.

It is Dante, the master of demon hunters, the best demon hunters under the command of the God Emperor, who exists in hatred and fear by countless subspace creatures.

There are typos that can be corrected, and they have been corrected a few times, but it is hard to guarantee that there will not be any more.

Eight thousand four words in a chapter, the writing is cool, and it is written super all of a sudden.

(End of chapter)