pertwk Chapter 63 Extraterrestrial Objects from Ten Thousand Years Ago
Chapter 63 Extraterrestrial Objects from Ten Thousand Years Ago
Chapter 63 Extraterrestrial Objects from Millions of Years Ago
At the same time, the airlock at the base slowly opened.
Michael Altman, a well-known geophysicist who was ostracized by the mainstream for adhering to the "extraterrestrial origin theory," solemnly stepped into the elevator leading to hell with his two assistants.
The elevator plummeted rapidly, passing through thick layers of seawater and rock.
At this depth, no one can hear your screams.
Altman tightened his protective suit; the air pressure here was much higher than at sea level, causing him to experience some tinnitus.
The two men following behind him were Garth, a tall, taciturn exploration expert, and Stevens, a young biologist.
Stevens is in very bad shape.
From the moment he entered the elevator, he kept his head down, and his body was twitching slightly and involuntarily.
His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dark-rimmed, and his hands were gripping the fabric of his protective suit tightly on the outside of his thighs.
"Michael—did you hear me?" Stevens suddenly spoke, his voice trembling, his eyes darting around into the dark corners.
"What did you hear?" Altman stopped and turned to look at him.
"Singing—she's singing."
Stevens gave a nervous laugh, a strange curve forming at the corners of his mouth.
"It's Emily. She's singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.' Damn, that's her favorite song—I haven't heard her sing since that car accident."
Altman's heart skipped a beat.
He knew who Emily was. She was Stevens' daughter, who had died in a car accident five years earlier, when she was only six years old.
"Stevens, look at me!" Altman grabbed the young man's shoulders, trying to bring him to his senses.
"Emily isn't here. This is a sealed facility a thousand meters below sea level. That's your hallucination, caused by infrasound interference from the high-pressure environment and electromagnetic waves! You need to rest!"
"No—no! She's right there!"
Stevens abruptly yanked Altman's hand away with surprising force. He pointed to the heavy isolation door ahead.
"She said she was cold, she said she was waiting for me by that black rock—we have to go find her, Michael, we have to take her home!"
Gas, standing nearby, frowned and said in a low voice, "His sanity is slipping away too quickly. Something's not right here."
Altman, I feel—I see my deadbeat father too, standing in the shadows glaring at me with a belt, just like when I was a kid.
Altman took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart.
As the first person to discover the gravity anomaly in the impact crater, he had an extraordinary intuition about this "thing." It was a deadly attraction mixed with fear and desire.
"Stay focused. We're just going in to collect samples, record the runes, and then leave immediately. As long as we don't stare at it for too long, it should be fine."
Altman swiped the card to unlock the final level of access.
The heavy hydraulic doors slid open slowly to both sides.
In that instant, that thing—a black divine seal—was revealed to them without reservation.
Although separated by a so-called "mind-blocking alloy" fence, the visual impact was still breathtaking.
It's so beautiful.
The double helix lines are full of a certain mathematical beauty, and the red runes are like living magma flowing on the surface of obsidian. Each flash seems to directly pluck the heartstrings of the observer.
The three of them walked forward without even realizing it.
The closer you get, the clearer the sound becomes. It's no longer a buzzing sound, but the whispers of countless people, overlapping each other, like some kind of sacred prayer, or the wails of billions of wronged souls.
Stevens walked at the very front. He was completely oblivious to his companions at this point.
In his view, this was not a sinister underground cavity at all.
Here in the sunny park, on the grass, his little daughter Emily, wearing a pink dress, stood under the huge black sculpture, waving to him.
"Dad! Come quick!"
The girl's voice was clear and melodious, penetrating all physical barriers.
"We will be one! We will all be together! There will be no more pain, no more death!"
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"I'm here, dear, Daddy's here—"
A blissful, almost obsessive smile graced Stevens's face, tears streaming down his cheeks. He stumbled toward the divine seal, toward the area that should have been absolutely forbidden to approach.
"Stevens! Come back! Don't touch that fence!" Altman shouted, sensing something was wrong.
But he was too late.
Those expensive so-called "mind-blocking alloys" had already become almost completely ineffective under the close-range pressure of the divine seal.
Stevens did not directly touch the Seal.
He suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on a small mining cart used for transporting supplies parked to the side.
On the side of the mine car, there is a handbrake control lever, which is made of solid steel, about the thickness of a thumb, and welded to the car body.
"We need—tools."
Stevens murmured, his voice hoarse and distorted, as if his throat were filled with sand, "To—make us—whole."
He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the metal rod tightly.
Then, a chilling scene unfolded.
"Snap—crack!"
That wasn't the sound of metal breaking; it was the cracking sound of bones bursting.
In order to tear off the steel bar, Stevens unleashed a force that completely exceeded the limits of human strength.
His finger snapped backward due to excessive force, the finger bone piercing the skin, exposing the white bone fragments to the air.
The tendon in his wrist ruptured, and blood gushed out like a torrent.
But he seemed to feel no pain at all.
That happy smile still lingered on his face, even becoming more grotesque due to the twitching of his facial muscles.
With his crippled, bloodied hands, he forcefully tore the welded metal rod off the minecart, relying on the strange strength generated by the twisting of his waist, abdomen, and spine!
"Sizzle—Bang!"
The weld broke, and the metal rod ended up in his hands.
"Stevens? Your hand—"
Gas, who was standing a few meters behind him, was stunned by the scene and instinctively wanted to go forward to check.
At that very moment, the attack suddenly occurred.
Stevens turned around without any warning.
His movements were extremely stiff, like a puppet being manipulated by a poor-quality string, but his speed was astonishing.
The metal rod in his hand drew a cruel arc in the air, leaving behind blood and bits of flesh.
"puff--!"
A dull thud that made your teeth ache.
That was the sound of metal shattering skulls and tearing apart brain tissue.
Gas didn't even have time to scream.
The metal rod pierced his left eye with precision and brutality, penetrating his entire brain and exiting from the back of his head.
His tall body twitched like a piece of rotten wood, then fell straight down. Blood mixed with white brain matter instantly stained the dark rocky ground red.
"Gass!" Altman jumped back in terror, tripped over the cables beneath his feet, and fell heavily to the ground.
Stevens did not look at the corpse on the ground.
He slowly turned his head, and his neck made a cracking sound as if his cervical vertebrae had broken.
His eyes had lost their pupils, leaving only a cloudy, deathly white. The expression on his face remained that eerie, fatherly smile, but saliva and blood were dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Michael————"
Stevens, carrying the still-dripping, brain-splattered metal rod, dragged it with his useless hands as he approached Altman step by step.
His steps were unsteady, and with each step he took, the sound of his bones dislocating could be heard.
"Can't you see? How beautiful—"
"Death is not the end—the body is merely a burden—"
"Let us—become one—"
"Make us one" —
Beneath this isolated abyss, the alarm finally sounded mournfully.
The red warning lights spun wildly, casting Stevens's shadow as long as a demon.
The divine seal has awakened, and the first drop of blood has been sacrificed.