The turquoise sea on the Pearl Moon is vast, primitive, and boundless.

The reason why it is infinite is because there is really no real continent here, not even islands, because everything is hidden under the turquoise waters that cover the entire planet.

Strangely, no one has been aware of the irrationality of the existence of this ocean star for a long time, and even if it can receive the same amount of sunlight as Carrick, the strange contrast between the surface temperature of one of the twin planets, which is stable at minus 4 degrees Celsius to minus 4 degrees Celsius, and the other is stable at 37 degrees Celsius, is full of warm and humid oceans, but it does not arouse the vigilance of the investigators or immigrants, and everyone naturally accepts it.

This time, Perturabo made a bloody investment, and under his orders, the armory specially modified a storm bird for their trip back to the bottom of the sea, so that its shell and engine could withstand the pressure of the water at a depth of thousands of meters, and it was equipped with enough weapons.

Each of them donned their own power armor and put a not-so-defined "macho" they had just discovered into the Stasis Position, and brought them into the modified Diving Storm Bird.

In someone's words, "I'm really worried that this ex-convict person was left alone on our ship, I don't want to come back and see scenes all over the ground that need to be coded, so I might as well take it with me, so at least he won't be able to run away when he's at the bottom of the sea." ”

Angelon thought for a moment at the time, but did he ask the question, "What about us?" ”

The abyss is not as unforgiving and calm as many people think, its boundless darkness is turbulent or uncontrollable, swept by whirlpools, pounded by dangerous currents, and inhabited by deadly predators.

The ruins of ancient alien palaces are dotted on the rockbed of the undersea in the turbulent underwater, most of which are not stable, but drift with the waves of the sea, blending with the huge wreckage that slanted into the bottom of the sea, and the scattered traces may include those of the ancient spirits or the human empire.

The submersible they flew this time was undoubtedly more advanced and powerful than the last time.

The Stormbirds skimmed cautiously over the crumbling ruins of the minarets and the slanted keels, the bottom of the sea was dim, their searchlights stirring up only a few small movements in all directions, the ground covered with white ash and everything here, and the deepest bottom was devoid of any corals or aquatic weeds.

"Where's the 'door' you last encountered? Remember? Angelon. ”

"Now that we've all seen the keel of this ship, it shouldn't be far away."

"Won't we just go by recklessly, and we won't trigger it again?"

"Based on our research into the last incident, the energy constructed by the ancient spirits here was not enough to trigger this mechanism that could be some kind of network gate, and Endred Hal brought enough spirit stones that day to allow it to function according to the wails of the undead again - by the way, I don't recommend using psionics here, there are still too many tiresome pointy-eared dead people nagging."

"What? And the Ida Ghost here? ”

"The echo of the dead, not much soul," Perturabo said, turning his head in his helmet, "but it's annoying, it tickles my ears. ”

The thrusters whipped up some of the snow floating in the water, and they continued to move forward, tensing their muscles as they passed over the ruins of the remnants of the skeleton building, but it was true, as the previous expeditions had said with Perturabo this time, nothing had happened except that the humidity in the air seemed to have become a little louder and some faint wails from very distant lands.

Behind the wake of their storm birds, the muddy waves of water spread and swayed, and the surface of the broken mesh door still had a thin layer of broken glimmers, but it was like the breath of a dying man, just glittering in vain, and it didn't really affect them.

"Later, when the survey team came down, they tried to find the keel code of this ship?"

"I checked, but the position was buried below the ground at the time of impact, so we had to consider approaching from the inside of the hull. Let's move over and look at the specifics of the site. ”

"It's a bit out of place for us to go out of the cabin for inspection. To be honest, I still feel that this place is more dangerous than the universe......"

"Shut up."

"Okay." The man who was immediately cut off shrugged and looked instead at the people in their cabin who were still in their cabin.

Lamizan still hadn't figured it out.

What about my big Sarokin? I'm so big, a wounded black long straight white snow...... What about the snow-white-skinned macho man?

Now look at this in the cabin! …… Big is big enough, white is white enough...... The hair is also long and straight enough...... Belch...... It seems to be quite consistent......

But why, how can he call himself Sharokin?!

But it seems that the only person on our ship who was lost from the stagnant position in which he was preserved was Nikona Sharokin......

Ramizane stood up and walked over to the static stand generator that emitted a softly humming sound, the value of this device is not reflected in its decoration, although its own material is unremarkable, but every line on its body is incomparably simple and powerful, interpreting a certain kind of beauty that can be formed from the inside out when industrial standardization reaches the extreme, just like the lines on the surface of any object created according to perfect mathematical proportions and smooth laws of physics will naturally make "human" The perception feels as elegant as comfort.

There is a long recess underneath it, with indicators shining to indicate safety and proper operation, and a panel a little further down with more buttons, inputable screens, and scanning sensors, making it clear that the makers are quite cautious and focused on safety.

There's a very, very, very huge thing of beauty in it.

Although Lamizan knew it from the beginning, and so did his present body—all the genetic prototypes, whatever they actually looked like, the beauty of their carefully modified genes cannot be denied, just as the device that imprisoned him had a beauty that naturally attracted the gaze of others.

Although it is man-made, it is natural.

But the beauty of this one is still outstanding.

A long, straight hanging nose, thin, straight lips, narrowed cheeks as opposed to the openness of some of the originals, high cheekbones, pointed chins, a slender neck, and long black hair, the same length as the day they had scooped up the correct sarokin, still long, spread at his sides, down to his feet.

But the change was palpable from the people he had seen that day, his pale muscles clinging to a skeleton taller than any Space Marine, his upper limbs and shoulders almost as graceful as that of a flying beast, but surprisingly restrained the feeling of protruding outward, a thin Olympian robe loosely wrapped around him, and a string tied around his waist only with the most fragile plant fibers.

And according to the testimony of the two current two people on the ship, who are definitely eyewitnesses.

The man who has always been firmly proclaimed Nikona Sharokin looks exactly what Conrad Coetzes looks like.

……

That's why I'm such a big sarokin?!!!!

Can I exchange it?! I'm worried that I won't be able to grasp this!!!!!

(End of chapter)