kingnovel Chapter 1072 The Divine Chapter That Shouldn't Have Appeared
Chapter 1072 The Divine Chapter That Shouldn't Have Appeared
Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan exchanged bewildered glances, still reeling from An Qingyu's "betrayal."
Then they saw that Ji Nian had turned around and was leading Lin Qiye and Wu Hen down another road.
"Hey! What about us?" Baili Pangpang shouted.
Without turning his head, Ji Nian's voice drifted back: "You? Go report to Li Yifei. He will arrange accommodations and tasks for you."
"Utopia doesn't support idlers. If you want to stay, show your value."
As soon as the words were spoken, the three figures disappeared around the street corner.
With the two of them in mind, they entered a plain-looking gray building.
However, as soon as he stepped inside, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.
The sense of space here is distorted.
The hall, though only one story high, had a ceiling as high as a church dome.
The air was filled with a strange smell of formaldehyde mixed with old paper.
"The Archives of the Shangxie Society, internally codenamed 'Forbidden Zone'."
The sound of remembrance echoed in the empty hall, carrying a chill.
"Specialized in containing and researching things that... shouldn't exist in this world."
Instead of taking the usual elevator, she led them to a metal wall.
The wall was smooth as a mirror, with no buttons or interfaces.
Commemoration stretches out her hand, fingers spread, and presses it against the wall.
An invisible wave spread out, and the cold metal walls rippled like water, revealing a dark passage that appeared out of thin air.
"Follow closely."
After passing through the passage, the view suddenly opened up, but the eerie atmosphere was ten times stronger.
This place resembles a private museum exhibition hall, with huge glass display cases arranged under dim lighting.
"Fourth floor, a restricted area within a restricted area." Jinian's footsteps stopped in front of a glass cabinet.
Inside the cabinet, there was no horrifying monster corpse, only a handful of black soil in a sealed glass dish.
The soil seemed to possess life, pulsating rhythmically.
Drops of viscous, petroleum-like black blood slowly seeped from the soil, accumulating into a shallow layer at the bottom of the glass dish.
“Number K-001, ‘Black Blood Soil of the Black Goat’, was unearthed from a South American site three years ago.”
The tone of the memorial was very calm, as if it were an introduction to an ordinary antique.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's gazes fell simultaneously on that handful of soil.
An indescribable sense of familiarity, mixed with a hint of nausea and unease from the depths of their souls, arose simultaneously in both of their hearts.
It's like... I've seen this thing in some forgotten dream.
They then moved on to the next display case.
Inside was a huge shell that looked like the shed shell of some kind of arthropod.
It is covered with bizarre and twisted threads, which are dizzying to look at.
"Number K-003, 'Biological Sample from the Cold Plains,' refers to living tissue drilled three thousand meters beneath the Antarctic ice sheet."
"It is still growing at a rate of 0.01 millimeters per hour."
As the commemorative introductions continued, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen watched in silence.
These names and these exhibits intensified the familiar yet unsettling tremor within them.
The memorial stopped in front of a giant screen at the far end of the exhibition hall.
The screen was displaying a scrolling list of complex and incomprehensible symbols and star charts.
"These things should look familiar to you, right?"
Finally, Ji Nian turned around, her gaze sharp and fixed on the two of them.
"The Cthulhu Mythos is a group of Great Old Ones and Outer Gods from deep space."
Lin Qiye didn't say anything.
As a time traveler, Wu Hen was naturally very familiar with these names.
But he simply looked at the memorial calmly, waiting for her to continue.
Seeing that the two had no reaction, it became clear that these so-called gods of the Krishnamurti system were not fictional.
They truly exist, and were once collectively sealed on the moon by a force beyond our comprehension.
After she finished speaking, she paused deliberately, as if waiting for the two of them to be shocked and ask further questions.
In her view, this was already a shocking secret that could overturn one's worldview.
However, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, their expressions remaining as calm as if they were listening to a weather forecast.
"Oh, that's it."
Lin Qiye seemed to finally remember something, and casually replied,
"Are you talking about what the Holy Lord of Heaven did?"
"He set up a trap on the moon, using those outer gods as power banks to power His own 'Supreme Kingdom'."
Wu Hen calmly added, "Strictly speaking, that's not sealing, it's captivity."
The air fell into a deathly silence.
A tribute to the confidence and composure on his face, now cracked inch by inch.
Her pupils contracted sharply as she stared intently at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, as if trying to see something out of their faces.
She was very proud of it, considering it the most core and confidential research achievement of the Shangxie Society.
Was it just casually mentioned by the other party in such a casual tone?
Moreover, it also revealed a deeper truth that even she didn't know.
Domesticated animals? Power banks?
What kind of indecent language is this?!
The calm before the storm hung heavy in the air in the exhibition hall.
After a long while, Ji Nian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "How...how did you know?"
"Just guessing." Lin Qiye grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, exuding a roguish charm.
This answer made Jinian's eye twitch violently.
Guess? You guess one and let me see!
She realized that she had underestimated these two people from the very beginning.
They know far more than they realize.
"Since you know so much..."
The tone of the commemoration changed completely, from that of a guide to that of an equal explorer.
"Then I'd like to ask, can the Gods' Mental Hospital detain all the gods in the world?"
"Why are we helpless against these Croesus creatures?"
This question hit Lin Qiye right where it hurts.
He came to Utopia to find this answer.
But instead of answering directly, he countered with, "Before answering your question,"
"What I'm more interested in is, how did you come to know about the 'Cthulhu Mythos'?"
Ji Jian was stunned.
Wu Hen's eyes sharpened instantly.
This is a logical trap.
If the Krish gods are ancient beings that truly exist in this world, then their legends...
They should be passed down as "myths" like Nuwa and Odin.
But the term used to commemorate this is "Cthulhu Mythos".
This is a "story" concept that has only been integrated, summarized, and widely known in modern times.
How could a god who existed in ancient times possess a "story system" that was only created by mortal writers a few hundred years ago?
Their conversation had touched upon a strange blind spot in their understanding.
The air seemed to thicken, exuding a suffocating and bizarre atmosphere.
The memorial was silent.
She stared intently at Lin Qiye.