mousepad-d2 Chapter 113 Eden 01
Chapter 113 Eden 01
The Pope stepped onto the golden sands.
The sea water licked his bare ankles and wet his hanging skirts.He raised his head and stretched out his hand to block the blazing sun, and the isolated island covered by green trees was reflected in his silver eyes.
He walked barefoot to the depths of this uninhabited island.
The island is so quiet that there is not even the sound of insects, and seabirds will not rest here.
It's like a secluded paradise.
The pope stopped before a pile of ruins.
It was obvious that there were people living here, but after a long time of washing, only ruins and ruins remained here.Wind-eroded stones were scattered everywhere, and occasionally the shapes of tools could be distinguished. More often, he could only see desolate sand falling quietly from the cracks in the stones.
It's like a civilized cemetery.
The Pope walked into the ruins, brushed away the covered yellow sand, and took out a stone slab.
As Bruce Wayne said, there are some words engraved on the slate with different shades. Perhaps it is because of the different shades that after a long time of baptism, a few words are still preserved.
And it signed a name.
Hawthorne Dylan.
……
……friend:
...Decisions, I can't...hometown, their decision...I agree with it or not, I will follow...customs, or someday...understand my intentions.
Doubt...takes root, everything...comes back to civilization, history...proven.
...death...in vain.
My faith is always pure.
Hawthorne Dylan.
……
Hawthorne looked at the slab in bewilderment.
Did he write it?
Why... he has no memory at all?
As an Outer God, he should be omniscient and omnipotent, but he doesn't know what happened on this isolated island, and he doesn't know what it means.
Under his almost omniscient perspective, there is only one thing that he does not understand, and that is why he changed from a human to an outer god.
The loss of control of the body of the Eye of the Secret Star, the mysterious stone slab, and the deserted island—perhaps all of these are closely related to this problem.
Hawthorne said suddenly: "...system, tell me, as an outer god, why did I make such a low-level mistake?"
The system was stunned for a moment: [Huh?What error are you talking about? 】
Hawthorne said: "Leading human spirits into my dreams...causing them to spy on the Old Ones caused the Old Ones to move on Earth."
As an outer god, how could he not even be able to control his own dreams?
Moreover, he has been on the earth for so long, and has been investigating the information about the ancient belief in the Eye of the Secret Star for so long, and it is not as pertinent as the results of Bruce Wayne's investigation.
It was as if his thinking was restricted and his cognition locked by something beyond his understanding.
The system was shocked: [You mean! 】
Hawthorne narrowed his eyes.
The Pope raised his head and calmly looked at the blue sky above his head. His eyes seemed to penetrate the atmosphere and the endless starry sky, looking at the unspeakable existence hidden in the depths of the universe.
"Perhaps..." Hawthorne said softly, "Our direction was wrong from the beginning."
[But the Old Ones are indeed waking up? 】
"That's right." Hawthorne said, his expression was unprecedentedly serious, "So, I need to have a good talk with him face to face about this matter."
And what he needs to do most now is to create an opportunity for this conversation to start—without affecting other creatures.
"It seems that I need to create a new wave of belief."
……
The singer was taken back by Hawthorne after he took the initiative to bear the pollution and the pollution level reached [-]%.
Samurai were also recovered.
That day, the singer went out to fight against the pollution with singing, while the warrior was left underground to face the heart of the crimson core alone.In the end, although he succeeded in splitting his heart in half and completely killed the solid part of the crimson core, he was indeed seriously injured by the tentacles of the crimson core and suffered a lot of pollution .
Hawthorn immediately sealed the warrior's body to contain his mutation.
The physical strength of the warrior is undoubtedly the strongest among all Star Nest members, and his resistance to mutations is also ridiculously strong, even if he is pierced into a sieve by tentacles, the pollution level once exceeded 40.00%. There was no obvious change in him.
Of course Hawthorne was reluctant to part with such a good shell.
The seal made the warrior temporarily unable to use his extraordinary power, and he could no longer perform tasks related to the Star Nest in a short period of time. He needed a certain period of time to cultivate, and waited for the pollution level to decrease.
Hawthorn then casually tossed the warrior back to Earth.
As a result, it was thrown away casually, and another problem occurred.
—he was right.
Hawthorne: ...
Hawthorne deeply reflected on himself. As a former human being, he must be the kind of big player who throws paper balls into the trash can without ever throwing them accurately, and still enjoys doing it.
He didn't mean to insinuate that the earth is a trash can, sorry!
He threw the sleeping warrior into the earth's stratosphere.
Reasonably speaking, this is the same as playing dart board at home. For Hawthorne, being able to throw the samurai to the earth is already a hit, and being captured by the earth's gravity is already thankful.
Then, the samurai who suddenly appeared in the stratosphere stagnated for a moment, and fell towards the earth without any surprise.
Hawthorn, feeling the free fall inside the samurai: ...is this playing the live-action version of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?
If it was a real person eating chicken, he would definitely be the first one to land in a box.
True·Land into a box: Refers to forgetting to bring an umbrella bag.
……
"Have you read the news?" Louise looked down at the headline displayed on the screen of her mobile phone, raised her eyebrows and said, "The government has announced that it will start paying attention to the homeless issue, and they have set aside an area three blocks away for This group helps - thanks to you, small town boy."
Clark, who was sitting behind the desk in front of her, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with some embarrassment.
"Thanks to the appeal of the public." He said modestly, "I just published the situation in the newspaper as it is."
"This is no longer an easy task." Louise smiled and stood up, "It's really pleasant to see this city getting better and better."
"Yeah." Clark smiled.
At this moment, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look out the French windows.
"What's wrong?" Louise asked.
"..." There was a serious look in Clark's eyes, but it was quickly covered by his glasses, and he pretended to be relaxed: "It's nothing, I think I need to get a cup of coffee."
After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked towards the tea room, then walked behind the door.
Just now, he suddenly noticed a falling UFO.
That thing is passing through the troposphere at an extremely fast speed, and it is expected to fall in the metropolis in 1 minute. If it is left unattended, there is a high probability that the building of the Daily Planet will be smashed into ruins.
……
The samurai fell downward.
His consciousness gradually awakened during the fall, and he opened his eyes, those eyes crowded with dense pupils looked straight at the sun.
As if being stung by the sun, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
All the surrounding scenes were reflected in his strange eyes that were completely different from human beings. He turned around in the air and lowered his head to look at the ground that was getting closer and closer.
—He can't fly.
His jumping ability can support him to jump to the top of a hundred-story building, but he can't fly, and he can't forcefully turn around without force in the air.
With his physical strength, he wouldn't fall to his death, not even in pain.
But it might hit someone.
The samurai quickly observed where he landed. There was a building there. Maybe he could use his knife as a cushion to avoid hurting passers-by.But most of his current power is sealed, and he has to wait until the pollution level is reduced to a safe value before it will be unsealed, which limits his means.
Just when he was thinking about how to reduce the loss, he suddenly saw a blue-red figure flying up from the building and flying towards him like a meteor.
In the blink of an eye, that figure had already arrived in front of him, and stretched out his hand to hug him without hesitation.
The speed of the fall was rapidly slowing down. The mysterious man seemed to be afraid that his physical strength would not be able to withstand the high acceleration, so he deliberately slowed down the strength in his hands. They finally stopped when they were less than ten meters away from the Planet Daily Building. down.
The samurai's hood was blown off by the high-altitude wind, revealing the face of a child who looked only about ten years old, and the pair of terrifying rainbow eyes that made the scalp tingle.
He looked at the person who caught him. The latter was floating in the air with his back to the sun. The red cloak behind him was flying in the air, hunting.
"... Aliens?" Clark looked at the child in his arms, his eyes slightly widened.
Such a pair of weird eyes obviously did not belong to human beings, let alone any alien intelligent creature he knew.But he's clearly a humanoid, and even cute-looking—if you ignore those insect-like eyes.
Clark stared at by rainbow eyes: I... super.
Those eyes were too strange, as if they had given him a heavy punch in the face, almost causing Clark to roll over and fall from the sky.Those eyes are obviously not too ugly, but he has an urge to gag.
The samurai looked at him quietly and silently, without speaking.
[Clark Kent/Karl El: sanity value 200/233, pollution degree 0%]
Hawthorne: "? This sanity, 233."
Clark was dizzy for a full two seconds before he came back to his senses. He didn't understand where this sudden weird feeling came from. He suspected that he didn't have enough breakfast.
"Uh, hello?" Seeing that the alien child didn't seem to be making any aggressive moves, Clark took the lead in greeting, "Can you understand me?"
The samurai didn't respond.
Clark changed to a cosmic language with a wider range of applications, but the other party still didn't respond, just looked at him with those creepy rainbow eyes.
Maybe it's because of the lack of hearing?
Clark had no choice but to land on the roof first and put the samurai down.
The first thing the samurai did after his feet landed was to put his hood back on, and he hid himself in the darkness.Clark looked at him with some vigilance. According to his experience, generally this kind of aliens who fell from the sky would not show any kindness, but what surprised him was that the samurai stood there motionless, as if a Self-aware puppets.
Clark began to try to communicate with him in sign language, but the samurai still didn't respond.
"Okay." Clark said helplessly, "Could it be a robot?"
He couldn't see through the samurai's body, and he didn't know what material the other's skin was made of.
This is really distressing.
Clark was about to say something more when he suddenly heard some movement.
It seemed to be the sound of some kind of rodent gnawing on a hard object. These sounds became louder and denser, making one's scalp tingling, as if falling into a boiling oil pan.
"Crack." He heard an ominous cracking sound.
"boom--!!!"
Almost in the next instant, there was a deafening explosion, and the ground roared and trembled. He was caught off guard and almost failed to stand still, and took a step forward.
A hand held him firmly.
Clark lowered his head to look at the alien kid in front of him in surprise, his face was still expressionless, and he withdrew his hand after realizing that Clark had stood still.
Clark's heart skipped a beat.
But it was obviously not a good time at this time, he said: "Wait for me here." Then he turned around and flew towards the direction of the explosion.
The samurai watched his leaving back and chased after him without hesitation.